#Lads fic

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

Little Dove

(Or, the birth of Sylus' daughter)

Just pure, unabashed fluff ♡ Dad!Sylus means the universe to me.

Not proofread, written entirely on a whim 🙈

If you want even more Dad!Sylus, there is a part 2 to this here, a short fluff piece about his first time holding his baby girl skin-to-skin ♡

For years, Sylus has been a connisseur of music. Has amassed a vast and impressive collection of vinyls. Listened to practically every classical piece there is. And yet... nothing has sounded as wondrous or beautiful to his ears as the first cries of his newborn daughter. The sound of her makes Sylus' breath catch and his heart skip a beat.

When the baby — your baby. his baby. — is placed in your arms, the world around Sylus seems to narrow down, and for the next few moments it's as though you and the precious new life you hold in your arms are the only beings that exist in it.

The sight of you — exhausted, yet with a smile so radiant that it would put a thousand suns to shame — cradling your little dove causes Sylus' chest to tighten, an unfamiliar lump forming in his throat.

Joy. Relief. Pride. Love. They all swirl around in his heart, expanding to an extent he had never before thought possible for a fiend like himself. But as of yet, he holds the dam together, blinking away the stinging mist forming in his eyes.

After pressing a kiss to your damp temple, Sylus gently, and with uncharacteristic tentativeness, reaches out to touch his daughter for the first time, his index finger tenderly stroking her soft little cheek.

"She is beautiful" he murmurs, the deep timbre of his voice thick with emotion. "Like her mother" he adds, looking up to meet your gaze with a gentle smile that completely softens his sharp features. They hold no trace of the imposing leader of Onychinus. Nor is there any hint of his trademark smug smirk or arrogance. There is only the unfiltered adoration and love of a husband and father.

- 🐦‍⬛

Tiny. She is so tiny.

Sylus finds himself inwardly marveling the first time he holds his daughter, his large hands all but dwarfing her.

And yet, despite the miniscule weight of his baby girl, Sylus feels it more keenly than he has ever felt anything in his life.

Throughout his long life, Sylus has held more riches, more exquisite jewels and rare valuables in his hands than he could ever count. But never before has he held a treasure near as priceless as the tiny, flailing bundle wrapped up in soft blankets now in his arms.

A small part of Sylus is, for the first time in his life, terrified. A little crack forming in his seemingly impenetrable self-assurance, giving way to his first bout of parental worry.

She is so small. So fragile. What if he accidentally ends up hurting her in some way?

However, Sylus doesn't let any of his newfound nervousness show, as ever the master of self control. Instead, he puts all his focus on soothing his little one, — who has begun wailing softly — already putting her and her needs before his own worries.

Instinctively, Sylus starts to carefully rock the tiny wailing newborn, humming to her in the same low, tender (but oh so out of tune) tone he always used on her while she lay in your womb. And your little girl, as if recognizing her father's voice, ceases crying, her little face unscrunching, peering up at him with wonder in her ruby red eyes. The moment her beautiful orbs meet his, Sylus feels his throat tightening and his heart squeezing, his whole being quite literally overwhelmed by the sheer strength of love he is experiencing.

His little dove. So beautiful. So perfect in every way.

Part of Sylus is in disbelief that someone like himself had had part in her creation. That something so innocent, so fragile, so breathtaking, so indescribably precious could come from a fiend and criminal like himself. However, he has long vowed that he will give her all the opportunities, all the care, all the security, all the affection, all the happiness that he himself never had growing up. His child will never be forced to be an outcast, nor a criminal. She will be free to be whoever and whatever she wants to be. To soar as high as she pleases. The sky will be her limit.

Sylus has only held his little girl for a few moments, and yet he already loves her so much that he hardly knows what to do with himself. It is a vaguely terrifying feeling in its sheer, fierce intensity, yet one he can no longer imagine living without.

As he keeps humming softly to his baby, his thumb gently stroking her impossibly tiny yet perfect fingers, his eyes still locked onto hers, Sylus is unable to hold back the tears that creep up again, try as he might. He has always been an expert at managing his emotions, but the flood welling over him is beyond even his capability to control. And so the leader of Onychinus relents and the dam breaks, silent tears running slowly down his cheeks in a rare instance of raw vulnerability.

Sensing your gaze upon him, Sylus finally looks up, his red rimmed eyes meeting yours. With a soft smile, radiant in its unfiltered joy and pride, he bends over you and plants a kiss on your lips, a stray drop of rain landing on your cheek when he withdraws.

"Thank you" he says softly, his expression one of indescribable, limitless love and adoration for you and the tiny life you've created. You smile at him, and reach out to gently wipe away the tears that are gathered in his dark lashes with your thumb.

Tenderly handing your now sleeping daughter back to you, Sylus settles beside you on the bed, wrapping his arm around you and holding you close as you both gaze down at the dozing baby girl in your arms. Yours and his very own little dove. The living embodiment of your love. The very testament to your mutual perseverance against fate.

.♡

[cloudedangels]

A TEST OF CONTROL ❣ PT 2 (18+)

Part 2/2. 2,292 words. (still not for minors! shoo!!!)

Part 1 -> here • ( banner art )

After a long stretch of teasing, tension, and denied pleasure, Caleb finally breaks—but only after MC gives him permission to lose control. What begins as a continuation of their power play becomes something deeper, more vulnerable, and more intense. The tension between MC and Caleb finally snaps as MC takes full control, pushing Caleb to the edge of desperation with teasing, power play, and affection. What started as punishment turns into intimate worship as Caleb begs for release, offering himself up for her pleasure. With careful reverence and trembling need, he performs oral for the first time—eager to learn her, please her, and prove his devotion. cw and tags: caleb x fem!mc, oral sex (f receiving), soft dom female lead, submissive male lead, subby caleb, service top caleb, femdom, begging, mutual pleasure, first time oral, praise kink, consent kink, teasing, desperation, gravity kink, evol use during sex, supernatural elements, clothed partially, emotional sex, orgasm from oral, overstimulation, accidental orgasm, aftercare, blushing, voice kink, romantic smut, established relationship, power play, dom/sub dynamics, smut with feelings, sensual tension, erotic vulnerability, explicit sexual content, strong language, power exchange dynamics, mild restraint via caleb's evol, light dom/sub themes, use of gravity evol during sex, intense emotional vulnerability

“I might have… run out… of self control.” 

“You earned it… do your worst– and don’t make me wait for it.” She mutters, gripping him tightly.

Caleb has been good for her. He held back, held still, begged as his pants grew tight and he started to ache for release. Let her tease him until he could hardly take it. 

By the time he gets off his shoes and pants, it's revealed how much Caleb’s wanted her. His black underwear is darkened where his obviously hard cock rests, wet and sticky in the front from his precum. The sight of it as he resumes position over her sends chills down MC's spine. 

Usually, when she and Caleb do anything, it's over their clothes. Dry humping, grinding, a hand through each other's pants…. This time, here's her in her skirt and bra and him in just his underwear. This is somehow uncharted territory for the two of them, despite how easy it feels. 

Caleb shakes above her as he kisses and bites her sloppily all over, hands moving everywhere they can, all over her body, as if he wants to mold her into an idol with his needy, calloused palms. She sings with little sighs and moans at every kiss, every touch, every lick and bite. She's trying to quiet herself down, but holding back only makes her noises more lewd when they escape her.

After several stretched out moments like this, suddenly, he pauses, his forehead pressed to hers, trembling.

“W-Why'dyous-stop?” The words are nearly whiny slurred nonsense out of MC's mouth, her voice breathy from anticipation and arousal. 

“I want… to try something, do you trust me?” He doesn't even look her in the eyes when he asks– they stay closed with yearning, his forehead on hers, breath hot in her face, her breath shuddering onto his.

“Yes,  Caleb,” she whispers, gently reaching to kiss his lips, “What do you want? I can give it to you.” She doesn't mean to sound so eager, but she is. 

He doesn't reply right away, he just stays suspended there before letting out a slow breath from his slightly parted lips.

He kisses down her neck and to her chest, catching her hard right nipple between his lips. She gasps, instinctively reaching to grasp and tangle her hands in his hair. 

“Does that feel good?” He asks, pausing his gentle suckling, his breath hot against her breast, hands on her waist. “Yes, so good…” She shudders in response,  impatiently giving his hair a tug, wordless asking for the sensation to return. He moves to the other, thinking that it's only fair that they both receive equal attention. He drinks in her sounds grinding his hips against her like he's in heat. 

With careful precision he kisses down her tummy until his mouth is soft at the hem of her skirt. He pulls it down to below her knees revealing her pretty blue panties, soaked. He lets out a small sound at the sight of it, the wet panties clinging to her pussy lips, the wetness soaking all the way through, her legs shaking, her eyes wide, chest heaving up and then down in an uneven rhythm.  

“Can I pleasure you, MC? I-I want to taste you.” He says it like he’s confessing to a sin only she could absolve,  his head down, forehead pressed to her knees so she can't see how red his face is from blushing. “I want to touch you, if you'd let me.”

MC is breathing heavily, her legs are up and they still shake despite how much she tries to make them stop. The dominant girl from earlier is gone, putty in his hands, shrunken by his gentle words. Caleb is not the only one who can beg. “Please, Caleb, do whatever you want to me,  I want it…” 

She sinks into the couch cushions, knees falling open. He groans, the sound lazy and guttural,  sliding his hands down either side of her legs before spreading them apart for better access. He presses three fingers to her soaked panties. The action is as careful and slow as it is deliberate. Her hips jolt at the contact. He exhales quickly with sharp, turned on surprise when he feels just how wet she really is.

She wants him. That much Caleb can feel.

“Fuck, you're so wet… you get this wet just from teasing me, pipsqueak?”

She did. How could she not? And then, when his hands and lips covered almost every inch of her, tasted her breasts… her panties were soaked through. 

“Does it turn you on knowing how hard I am?” His voice sounds like it's on the verge of tears or prayer, needy and wanton. “God, you’re so wet.” His voice cracks like he can barely handle it.

 “I… I can’t stop thinking about being inside you. Warm, soaked, squeezing me tight… fuck, I don’t know if I’d last.”

She nods with a small sound, the ability to form words leaving her. In all honesty, she wasn't expecting him like this, she wonders… 

‘Is this more than I bargained for?’

He kisses her tummy and inner thighs as he speaks, her shaking never lessening. Then with the waistband of her panties in between his teeth, he's pulling them down,  still careful not to tear them. They fall to the ankles of her lifted legs, then entirely, as he settles lower, between her thighs. 

Her legs drape over his shoulders instinctively, caging him in, and he's huffing like he's out of breath, his cock twitching at the sound of her whimpers. When his mouth sits in front of her bared pussy, her bush glistening with arousal,  he pauses, looking at her through his eye lashes. 

“May I?”

She moans,  low and needy. 

“Yes, Caleb… please…” Her voice is so whiny and hungry she doesn't recognize herself. She's already dripping, his hot breathed question making her clench.

“Tell me what to do if I'm doing this wrong,  okay?” Caleb has never eaten anyone out before, every first experience he could have he's preserved for her. 

‘If I can make her fall apart with just my mouth, maybe she’ll never leave...’

His thumbs spread her lips open, tenderly parting the soft hair to either side, before he licks her opening slowly and with a bit of pressure. She gasps at the feeling, and grips his hair harder than before. 

He moves with an almost studious amount of focus, staring up at MC's face, taking mental note of every sound, every contortion of her face,  every buck of her hips, every yank of his hair. Caleb's so hard it hurts, leaking against his underwear and the couch cushion with every one of her moans. He can’t believe how much he’s leaking—just from the taste of her, the sound of her.

‘How is this so good?’ 

Despite neither of them having done anything like this before, Caleb finds it feels natural to him. It’s not too different from the few times she's let him penetrate her with his fingers. All the spots are similar, she reacts the same, if not with more response. He’s kneeling between her legs, hunched down, hips grinding mindlessly into a nearby cushion, his own need half-forgotten in his devotion to her pleasure. He’s losing himself between her thighs, rutting into the pillow like it’s the only way to stay sane.

MC feels wild with the sensations. This is more pleasure than she's ever felt before. Her eyes are practically screwed shut, her head thrown to the side as all sorts of lewd sounds leave her – sounds she didn't even know she could make. The couch creaks beneath them, soft lamplight pooling across her bare thighs. 

He groans, the sound rumbling into her and she didn’t know he could sound like that. Didn’t know she could need this so badly.

She can't believe this is Caleb… All those nights reading smut and imaging him, red in the face, fingers desperate, pillows beneath her. She couldn't dare open her eyes looking at him, overstimulated, so so close to release with only one thing missing. A loud strangled gasp, bordering a cry,  escapes her throat, hips jerking up as she's nearly overstimulated by being held on the edge. 

Suddenly, she feels her hips pushed down not by his hands, but his evol, as Caleb's tongue and mouth search deeper for her pleasure. He's devouring her and holding her in place. She feels the gravity keeping her in place, and it drives her even closer. She couldn’t move, not because she didn’t want to, but because the air had thickened around her hips like invisible hands, pressing her into the cushions. 

‘Does he even realize he's doing it?’

He blinks, just once, and realizes the air is shimmering faintly around her hips,  her down. His evol acting on instinct. His lips don’t stop.

“Caleb…” She calls for him gently, not quite climactic but so very close. She just needs one more thing…

He comes up for air as MC moans and calls his name, his hot breath over her sloppy entrance, thumbs still spreading her open. She's so beautiful to him in this moment. Her bra is crooked, her hair is spilling around her head, the side of her face is red and covered in sweat. At some point she must have let go of his hair without him noticing, because her arms are up next to head, balled into fists, knuckles pale.

“Do you need me to stop, pretty girl?”

“No!” MC practically gasps out,  her head pivoting, eyes flying open. They make eye contact and neither of them have ever seen the other look at them quite like this. No fantasy had ever come close to how it felt to see him between her thighs. He couldn't have imagined how beautiful she'd look like this, the taste of her in his mouth.

They turn their heads away at the same time, blushing.

Her voice comes out raspy and clumsy, breathless. “Caleb… I-I'm close… if you use your fingers too… I could…”

She doesn't need to say another word.

“Look at me” Caleb asks, turning his head slightly, enough to meet her desperate eyes again. 

“Show me where,” he murmurs, and when she guides his hand, he follows without hesitation, fingers curling, tongue pressing with newfound rhythm. It’s clumsy in the way only something like this can be, both their hands shaking as she leads him with own warm fingers. When her hips jolt, her fists loosen, when she lets out a sound that’s closer to a sob than a moan–  that's how he knows he’s found it.

“Good girl," he breathes out the words before returning to his dedicated ministrations, hips grinding into the couch pillow beneath him like a dog in heat. 

She wants to say his name again, tell him he’s doing perfect, but all that comes out is a symphony of moans that sounds more like surrender. She clenches tight around his coaxing fingers, eyes flashing open to see his puppy-eyed gaze on her face. 

‘Oh god, I'm going to cum into his mouth…’ 

Her wild wide-eyed look shows how close she is. 

‘Fuck… she's so close…’

Caleb's mouth never stops, he's winding into the pillow as his tongue and fingers guide her through her orgasm. His fingers never stop curling deep inside her, stroking where she showed him, as her legs lock around his head.  Her toes are clenching. She sputters out curses blended with sweet sounds of pleasure and his name.  

The intensity of it drives Caleb to his own edge. MC doesn't even need to touch him for him to finish. He doesn't even mean to, doesn't realize he was so close. But her sounds, the heat of her legs around his head, it undoes him. His hips buck helplessly into the cushion, soaking the fabric.

All that's needed for him is her pleasure. He moans into her, shooting his seed into his underwear, the fingers of his free hand gripping her thigh so tight they might bruise. He gasps into her as he cums without permission from his own body, too lost in her to care. 

But somewhere in the back of his mind, shame flickers: ‘Did she notice? Will she care?’

They make eye contact as his climax piggybacks off of hers, her expression unreadable, his full of desperation and pleasure. 

The air is still heavy with her scent, with sweat, with everything unspoken. Neither of them moves for a moment. MC lies there, breathing heavily, as a breathless Caleb slowly removes his fingers from her, warm, shaking  and slick with her undoing. 

He comes up and props himself over her,  where they began. He's shy, blushing with heart and embarrassment as they look at each other. 

Her trembling hand rests a palm to the side of his face. He grabs her hand, nuzzling into her touch, before leaning down and kissing her softly. She tastes herself on him, deepening the kiss, holding his face in her hands. His shame melts away with the gentle way she holds him, and when they pull apart, she's the first to speak. 

“I didn't know you could make me feel like that, thank you.”

“I… didn’t mean to…” he admits quietly, unsure if it even matters now.

She just smiles, brushing damp hair from his forehead. “You deserved it, you did so well.”

He exhales relief. 

“Do you forgive me,  now?” He says smiling, half joking, half wondering. 

“Technically I forgave you as soon as you asked if I was upset.”

“Oh, I see. So all that was for nothing?” He smirks jokingly, cocking his head to the side, leaning back down and kissing her flushed face.

“Never nothing.”

[deepspace-scenarios]

Hi! Loved the amusement park drabbles! :3 May I request Love and Deepspace love interests reacting to when reader suddenly calls them and when they turn towards them they blow LI the kiss?

That's such a cute prompt aaaa! ☺️ Couldnt resist working on it

[Scenario/drabble] You catch your LI off-guard when you blow them a playful kiss. (They love it.)

SYLUS

The sleek vehicle's engine purrs to a stop, and Sylus barely has time to unbuckle before you call his name.

"Sylus,"

He turns, one silver eyebrow arched- just in time to catch your blown kiss mid-air.

Then his lips curl into a knowing smirk.

"Kitten," he drawls, leaning across the console, "if you wanted my attention..."

His fingers catch your wrist, pulling your hand to his mouth. He presses a real kiss to your palm—slow and deliberate.

“You have it now,” he finishes.

And then he bites, teeth lightly scraping skin.

"But by all means… Surprise me more often."

Before you can even agree to the promise, Sylus pulls you in and presses a kiss to your lips. "I like it that side of you."

XAVIER

___

Xavier is halfway through stuffing his gloves into his bag when you call out to him.

"Xavier!"

He turns, just as you blow the kiss. His fingers freeze, eyes widening slightly.

For a moment, he simply stares . As if you’ve handed him a rare protocore instead of a gesture.

Then, softly, he lifts his own hand, catching the imaginary kiss against his palm. He presses it to his chest- right over his heart.

"Yours," he murmurs, "to keep."

---

ZAYNE

Zayne is scrutinizing a shelf of cardigans when you call his name.

"Zayne~"

He glances over, just as you blow the kiss. His expression doesn’t change, but his grip tightens on the shopping basket.

"…Public displays of affection increase dopamine levels," he says flatly. "But they also risk unwanted social attention."

You pout. "So… no kiss back?"

A pause. Then- "Tsk."

He yanks you behind a rack and kisses you- hard, parted lips pressing on yours with a heat that has you blushing red.

"Behave," he tells you, with a firm voice and a twinkle in his eye. "Now, can we focus on what we need on our shopping list?"

As you walk out from behind the rack, you wonder- who's the misbehaving one?

___

RAFAYEL

Rafayel is in his personal dressing room, hiding away from the bustling crowds at his art exhibition that Thomas has dragged him to. He is mid-bite into a croissant when you call his name.

"Rafayel!"

He spins- mouth still full- as you blow the kiss. For a second, he just blinks.

Then he starts to grin before he even finishes chewing the pastry, but he holds up a finger, turning to the side.

Brushing some crumbs from the side of his lips, he swallows hastily.

"Miss Bodyguard! Was that practice for your personal portrait? Shall we get started on it this evening?"

You roll your eyes. "No, it was-"

“Too late!" He declares. "I demand a reenactment! With feeling ! And maybe a real kiss for me first-"

_____

CALEB

Caleb is comparing cereal prices when you call his name.

"Caleb!"

He turns- and almost drops the box as you blow the kiss.

"O-Oh!" His ears turn red. "I- You- Pipsqueak?!"

You giggle. "What, not used to this?"

"N-No! Just-" He fumbles, nearly knocking over a display. "I just- uh- yeah, actually,"

When he finds his voice again, his smile is sunny.

"…Can you do it again?"

[hallelujahmeatgod]

A Rich Couple who are Petty Together, Stay Together

Inspired by: Arranged Marriage, but make it Deadpan Overachievers

Word Count: 3.6k

POV: Almost a year since Y/N and Sylus got entangled in the infamous “marriage of the century”—a deal practically planned, signed, sealed, and delivered by their parents, Arranged? Absolutely. Romantic? Questionable. Chaotic? Yes... and no. Debatable.

But thanks to their mutual habit of drowning in paperwork, being overly workaholic, and emotionally unavailable (in the most impressively functional way possible), they just nodded along—far too busy to even blink at their parents’ grand scheme. And somehow, against all odds, they vibed. Weirdly well at that.

Well enough for a few, dare I say, butterflies to flutter in... and for them to unleash some seriously unhinged "Petty Energy" together.

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Stumbling, borderline face-planting, and straight-up sprinting for her life in six-inch heels and a suffocating ankle-length dress was not what Y/N had penciled in for a typical Tuesday. 

Being the second eldest, but eldest daughter of a high-profile business family meant expectations that built her like a battle tank. Before she could even legally order a cocktail, she was already part of board meetings which consisted of….. fossil-like people. And she's been getting dragged into negotiations like she was the contract. In all her years of existence, she would’ve gladly chosen death by paperwork avalanche over her current situation.

Y/N barreled down the venue hallway like the world was ending—honestly, for her pride, it was. The body-hugging dress was fighting her every step, and her six-inch heels? Straight-up sending her baby toe to early retirement.

She hated being late. It violated her entire soul. But today said: “screw your agenda” and did the absolute most!

The staff tried to greet her as she ran past them like she was in Temple Run. She nodded, half-waved, possibly saluted—no one’s sure—and let them lead her toward the function room like she wasn’t seconds away from collapsing in pure social dread.

While living her Usain Bolt fantasy, her phone vibrated for the hundredth time in her hand, tempting her to yeet it across the venue. Because, sure, what better way to push someone already hanging by a thread than to blow up their phone while they’re mid-mental breakdown?

Lighting up on her screen, loud and in all caps: 30 MISSED CALL “MY CROW CO-HABITANT <3”

When she reached the doors of the function room, she just stood there. Literally like this emoji: 🧍‍♀️

She could feel all the eyes stealthily watching her like hawks, and honestly, she was this close 🤏 to folding in half and dry-heaving on the carpet. Her pride and composure were already down by a good 50% thanks to her dramatic entrance and record-breaking lateness, so she figured she'd try not to tank the remaining half by passing out right there.

She caught up to her breath, smoothed out her dress as much as she could, and lightly wiggled her feet around, which confirmed that her feet had indeed transcended into the afterlife.

When she pushed the big doors of the function hall, it almost triggered an astigmatism in her. Flashy, is all she could think of. It smells flashy, it looks flashy, the music is flashy, energy radiates nothing but FLASHY. This made her immediately internally wince, because she just knew this is gonna be a few hours of fake smiling, acting like you care, and just people trying to prove who's richer. 

Just as her train of thought was about to run wild, it was abruptly interrupted courtesy of the guy who's been blasting her phone with calls. Her husband. Sylus. 

In his usual all-black get-up, hair brushed back with a few strands dangling from his face, jewels adorning his body here and there….. Y/N suddenly wasn’t sure which one was the accessory—and which one was the jewel.

Posted up by the entrance like a final boss, sipping from a glass of champagne, unbothered. Calm. Stoic. But the second his eyes locked on Y/N, his demeanor changed completely. A smug little smirk tugged at his lips, and just like that, he started striding toward her.

“My wifeeeee~” Sylus cooed, all sweet. Had Y/N been someone else, she might’ve swooned and thought, “Aww, look at him being all cute with his wife.” BUT NOPE! She sees through the bullshit. To the rest of the world, he’s a complete sweetheart. To Her? All she could see was trouble. 

“About time you showed up, huh?” he grinned as he reached her, smirk dialed up to max. Y/N rolled her eyes, already bracing for the endless teasing she was definitely about to endure over this one mishap. 

He towered over her, stepping in just close enough to be annoying. “And you couldn’t pick up your damn phone, wife? What’s the point of having one, then?” he teased, that infuriatingly punchable smile never leaving his face.

“Shut up,” she muttered, barely holding herself together.

Sylus chuckled, fully aware she was one breath away from wheezing into the floor—her forehead still glistening with the remnants of her great sprint. Without saying a word, he extended his champagne glass toward her like an offering from a smug little devil.

She stared at him like he’d just offered her poison. “...Are you serious?”

“What? It's better than nothing,” he shrugged. “Apparently, rich people think hydration is beneath them. Champagne or thirst, I guess. I told Luke and Kieran to grab some water for you. Figured you’d need it after sprinting across the damn city to get here. Look at me—top-tier husband behavior. Still thinking of you even when you don't answer my phone calls.”

“Top-tier husband, my foot! Say that to me once you've gone grocery shopping, because it's not like I've been nagging you to do it for a whole week now. The pantry was emptier than my will to deal with your nonsense this morning,” she snapped, snatching the champagne glass and downing it like it was the only thing standing between her and a felony.

Sylus, being Sylus, just let her rant. Honestly, half the time he pokes at her, it’s just to see her get all fired up—the furrowed brows, the scrunched-up nose, that dramatic pout, the dagger eyes... it was all way too adorable for his own good. It's like a cheat meal, he lets himself indulge in now and then. He doesn’t mean to be a menace, but in his book, taking a kick to the shin or catching a frying pan to the head is a small price to pay for those reactions he secretly lives for.

“Hush now, wife. Dry those tears—I’ll treat you to something good later,” he said with that smug grin.

“I asked you to do the groceries, not—whatever that is,” she shot back, glass still in hand. “But fine. You better make sure I’m full wherever you're dragging me.”

“Anything for my darling.” He clapped his hands lightly. “Now! Put that pout away because it’s time for everyone’s favorite game: Pretending to care about a random boomer’s millions!” he chirped in mock enthusiasm. Y/N groaned, long and loud. Yeah, honestly? She’d rather be at home, starving, staring into her soulless, empty pantry.

After a few more jabs from, they finally stepped into the event. Sylus’s obnoxiously large hand settled on her lower back, and the two of them strolled in like they owned the place. Which, honestly, they kind of did.

They exchanged a quick look, smirking in sync. Oh yeah—they could feel it. The glares. The not-so-subtle whispers. The silent, seething hatred. Especially from the older crowd who were not thrilled to see the notorious power couple waltzing around like the main characters they were.

“Wow,” Y/N muttered behind her expertly polished business smile. “Could they be any more obvious about hating our guts? If looks could kill, I swear I’d be on my twelfth reincarnation by now.”

Sylus offered a few handshakes and polite nods, then glanced at her and lightly chuckled. “They’re just bitter. Their egos can't  handle getting shown up by people half their age.”

“Don’t they have anything better to do? I mean, seriously—maybe update their wills or start looking for retirement homes with decent karaoke nights?” Y/N muttered, rolling her eyes. “If I were that much of a fossil, I’d be more worried about bingo than business deals.”

Sylus let out a laugh—loud and unapologetic. Loud enough to grab the attention of even more people, as if they weren’t already stealing the spotlight from the actual event.

“Well,” he said, grinning at her, “one thing’s for sure—our future kids are never gonna fight, even when we’re old and wrinkly. And you better let me tag along. You clearly have high standards when it comes to retirement homes, wife.”

The word slipped out so casually, but it hit with full force, making Y/N’s cheeks flush with warmth she couldn’t hide—even if she tried.

“Awwww, lovebirds!” someone chirped from behind. Both Sylus and Y/N turned toward the voice, and the moment they saw who it was, their jaws instinctively clenched. Of course—it had to be them. The couple from one business family they absolutely love (translation: loathe).

Standing before them the couple beamed with pure, unfiltered... ✨️fakeness✨️. If Sylus and Y/N had mastered the art of fake smiles through years of being dragged around by their parents, these two practically wrote the damn manual for fakery. No one in the entire business circle could stomach this duo. They're the K-drama villains in real life. Power-hungry. Always dragging others down just to stay on top. A literal representation of those K-drama eommas who’d slap the poor female lead with a wad of cash and tell her to leave their precious son alone. Just insufferable. 

“It’s so nice to see you here, Mr. and Mrs. L/N,” Y/N greeted first, offering one of her well-rehearsed warm smiles as she lightly shook the couple’s hands. Sylus followed right after, and, of course, the conversation wasted no time diving into the good ‘ol business talk.

“That last project was a real piece of work, Sylus. Bet you walked away with a fat check, huh?” the husband teased with a wink, giving Sylus a playful nudge.

Sylus gave a light “chuckle” in response.

“Sylus is a real trooper, that’s for sure,” Y/N thought, keeping a polite, tight-lipped smile. “If it were me, I’d have shoved that damn elbow right back. Ain't nothing funny.”

“Well, it’s definitely enough for my wife and me,” Sylus replied smoothly, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s waist and pulling her closer as he spoke.

“Oh, darling,” the wife gushed, “you really are a hopeless romantic, Sylus. People still talk about that stunt of yours at the last auction. Buying out the entire event just to get that jewelry for your wife? You’re every woman’s dream, my boy.”

Y/N gave her a blank stare. “Ah, yes, here we go. Time for the next wave of uncomfortable topics.”

Honestly, Y/N was convinced that if this woman were even slightly younger—scratch that, even now, married and all, she’d still throw herself at Sylus. Cougar energy all the way. She’d probably fight her daughter for him. Which, frankly, wouldn’t be surprising. This couple had been disrespectful since day one, pushing their daughter onto Sylus even after the engagement and the wedding. The nerve to do all that in Y/N's face, too!

Sylus hummed, then squeezed Y/N a little bit before answering the older woman directly. ‘I may not know if I’m every woman’s dream, ma’am—because truthfully, not many inspire that side of me. But what I do know is that Y/N does. She deserves nothing less than the finest things life has to offer.”

Sylus quite literally knocked the air out of Y/N. She swallowed the choking sound that threatened to slip out. Her knees were ready to give out like jelly. She was overheating—no doubt about it. She shot Sylus a warning look, but to her horror, he was already looking down at her, eyes wide and earnest. INSTANT RETREAT. The second their eyes met, she snapped her head down so fast, it was a miracle she didn’t sprain her neck.

The couple standing in front of them tried really hard to hide their distaste—but Sylus and Y/N weren’t new to this game. They caught it loud and clear. The missus —Mrs. Passive Aggressive—recomposed herself almost instantly, slapping on the fakest smile. Her face twitched from the strain. “Aww, c’mon. You’re such a romantic, Sylus,” she gushed, running a hand down his arm, cheeks flushed like her husband wasn’t standing right beside her.

Then she turned to Y/N and gave her that smile. The tight-lipped, soul-draining smile your least favorite aunt gives you before launching into a “greeting” that’s really just a verbal demolition of your life choices, your clothes, and your existence in general. Yeah. That smile.

“Y/N, you are one lucky girl. It must be nice to be a Qin. Being married to Sylus must be like living in a fairytale. I bet you just lounge around all day now while he takes care of everything, huh?” The woman's grin might've looked sweet, but her tone dripped with venom. Y/N bit down on her lower lip behind a tight smile, doing her absolute best not to flip out. Offended could not even start to describe what she feels as of the moment. 

Beside her, Sylus had gone silent, the kind of silence that screamed danger. His eyes sharpened, jaw clenched, and he looked seconds away from ending someone’s entire bloodline. Anyone bold enough to badmouth his wife—especially in front of him—was, without question, enemy number one. 

He was just about to unleash the most colorful words he’s got in his vocabulary when, by sheer luck (for the other party), someone from across the room called out to them, abruptly breaking the tension and forcing the conversation to fizzle out. What they didn’t know was that years—decades—of their precious empire had come dangerously close to crumbling... with nothing more than a snap of Sylus’ finger.

��Wanna get something sweet?” Sylus leaned in, his voice casual but just warm enough to pull her away from the dark spiral of revenge fantasies. Every imagined slap, clapback, and flying chair vanished at that moment. 

Y/N didn’t even need to speak. One nod, and Sylus was already going above and beyond.

As they nibbled on their shared hoard of pastries, the twins—Luke and Kieran—wandered over like they sensed the sugar in the air.

“It was chaos outside– Oh, also! Boss-man, still affirmative,” Kieran announced randomly, casually tearing a chunk off of Y/N’s pastry like it was community property. Y/N and Luke didn’t say a word—too blissed out by the dessert to care.

“Still affirmative, what?” Sylus asked, handing out water bottles and instinctively tucking a napkin under Y/N’s chin, a habit he’d mastered since getting married.

“The building across from ours,” Kieran replied.

“Oh yeah,” Sylus blinked. “I forgot it was up for sale. Any idea why?”

Luke cleared his throat before chiming in. “Turns out the bidding for it’s now just gone apeshit. The owners knew how much of an asset their building is, so they let interested buyers go ham into naming their prices. But the thing is, it’s gone out of control, and people are just fighting over it, but still no buyers. Some buyers, even the filthy rich ones, have now stepped down cause the numbers are just going crazy. 

The bidding for it is Too damn pricey. Even the filthy rich aren’t biting, too expensive for them as well. But honestly, it’s worth the tag. You’d be insane to sell cheap, mostly with that location.”

While the twins broke down the details, Sylus slipped into his thoughts, a lightbulb going off in his head. “Wife~” he called out, putting his half-eaten pastry aside.

“Nope. Demon, begone! I don’t like the sound of that tone. Whatever evil plan you’re cooking up, un-cook it. Immediately,” Y/N barked, shoving him away and shaking her head like a cartoon character refusing a cursed object.

“Awww, I promise, you'll like this one.”

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“And where have you two been?” Y/N’s dad asked, raising a brow as Sylus and Y/N rushed over to greet their families with warm hugs. Somewhere in the chaos of the event, their families had finally decided to show up—talk about dramatic, main character-level entrances.

“Oh, sweetheart, your outfit is gorgeous!” Sylus’ mom exclaimed, wrapping Y/N in a tight embrace before stepping back to admire her like she was a runway model. Y/N’s mom stood beside her, equally enchanted.

“Sylus, boy, you better not be dragging Y/N off to who-knows-where in the middle of gatherings like this. Don’t be setting a bad example now, I’m warning you,” his dad chimed in, slicing through the moment with a dad-glare. Who would’ve guessed that Sylus—the infamous, “Boss-man”—turns into just another scolded son the second his father enters the room?

Y/N, of course, lives for these moments. One of the many reasons she adores having Sylus’ parents around—especially his dad—is because it’s like sweet revenge for all the times Sylus has teased and annoyed her. Watching him try not to roll his eyes (because heaven help him if his dad catches it) while his old man turns into some underground rapper with a cypher of scoldings is honestly peak entertainment. If you ask Y/N, it’s better than front row seats to any concert.

“In the middle of the event? Seriously?” Y/N’s oldest brother chimed in, eyeing the pair with a smirk that screamed, “I know you're up to something.”

“Totally worth sneaking out for, trust me,” Y/N replied with a playful glint in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around her brother.

The group naturally broke into chatter which also means they're now the loudest in the damn event—Luke and Kieran making rounds like reporters, giving the parents detailed updates on literally everything, even the state of traffic. Meanwhile, Y/N’s younger siblings latched onto Sylus like koalas, not that he minded one bit.

Then, out of nowhere, the host’s voice boomed over the speakers, cutting through the noise like a dramatic plot twist. “Apologies for interrupting our regular programming, but we’ve just received some news worth announcing—especially in front of such a respected crowd of business professionals. The (Name of Building) has now been officially sold!”

The room fell into sudden silence. Even Sylus and Y/N’s parents—who had been working the crowd like senatorial candidates—paused mid-convo, eyes glued to the host. Curiosity filled the air, especially from the older guests, whose expressions practically screamed inner monologue overload. The calm only lasted a beat before the whispers began: “Who bought the building?”

“We’ve just received confirmation that the new owner of the building is…” He let the moment stretch, gaze sweeping the crowd until it landed on Y/N’s group. “…From the L/N family.”

Gasps. All eyes flew to Y/N’s dad—naturally assumed to be the buyer. He blinked in confusion, shaking his head as if denying a crime. Subtly, he nudged Y/N’s brother to call their accountant in case someone had stolen one of his cards and has gone on a real early spree 😭

The host cleared his throat. “Apologies, let me clarify. The building now belongs to a Qin. Specifically—Miss Y/N Qin.”

Silence. Absolute, hilarious silence. Jaws dropped. Eyes bugged. It was like a comedy sketch had come to life.

Y/N stood there, wearing the most radiant, confident smile this crowd had ever seen from her—sparkling eyes, head held high, giving just enough sass to cause a stir.

“It’s Missus, actually,” Sylus corrected smoothly, breaking the silence, smirking at his wife. “Congratulations, wife.” He clapped, soon joined by his top devotees Luke and Kieran, then the rest. Some guests stood and nodded approvingly. Others just… froze. Probably the ones who lost the bid.

As the guests began to close in—slowly, like zombies—Y/N instinctively moved toward Sylus. Of course, the “top-tier husband” was already on it, meeting her halfway and wrapping an arm around her waist like she was meant to be there.

“Need your husband’s support?” he teased softly by her ear.

She leaned in closer. “Hmm, maybe I’ll grant you that ‘top-tier husband’ title for a week.”

"Wait, so all it took was me being a little petty and encouraging you to buy an entire building you have zero plans for? You are unreal," he laughed.

She grinned back. "Well, while we figure out what to do with it, we could build a bridge connecting my brand-new building to yours. It can be Luke and Kieran’s personal playground for now. Or….if you piss me off again and skip another grocery duty, we’ll stop being cohabitants for a bit and just be neighbors."

"God, Luke and Kieran are really rubbing off on you. Your imagination is going off the rails lately. Not sure if I should be impressed or demand you guys only see each other twice a week from now on." He nuzzled her temple with a soft chuckle—just before they were completely swarmed.

Later, as the event wrapped up, both families decided to leave early—using dinner plans and Luke and Kieran's traffic report as reasons. But Y/N and Sylus knew better. They knew their parents were dying to talk about the property.

Hand in hand, Sylus guided Y/N through the crowd, waving politely. Then, mid-goodbye, he suddenly pulled her in close and kissed her cheek. Y/N blinked at him, confused.

He grinned, voice cheerfully loud. “Man, it’s great having a rich wife! I just know I’m in the best hands!”

She glanced around—of course. They’d come to a halt right in front of that awful couple from earlier.

She thought the whole “petty agenda” ended the moment she signed the final contract for the building and it got announced during the event. Apparently… not. It's still happening.

“Honey, there's actually this property I've been eyeing for a while now!” he added with exaggerated excitement.

Y/N caught on, smirked, and placed a loving hand on his cheek. “Really? A mansion? A manor? Oh—a castle? Just say the word and you shall receive, Mr. Qin.”

“Oh, I am completely at your mercy, Mrs. Qin,” he replied smoothly, before leading her out—making sure to catch the horrified expressions of their least favorite guests on their way out.

[savyindeepspace]

Joy Ride 🛞🔥

Description: this is based off a headcanon that I made a tik tok about after watching the new Death and Rebirth trailer.

Link: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTjaVmCH4/

Tags: fem reader x Sylus, action, car chase, smut, cunnilingus, car sex

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The heavy rumbling of Sylus’s black Slyvernos Phantom Zero vibrated your bones. He raced through the empty streets of the N109 Zone, zooming through dimly lit tunnels and hitting dangerously sharp turns. The hoard of cars behind you was picked off one by one with the careful aim of your Hunter firearm. “They’re getting closer Sylus, can’t this thing go any faster?!,” you yelled over the roaring engine and popping gunfire. A smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth. His foot pressed the gas pedal to the floor, lurching both your bodies forward. “That better, kitten?,” he chided. You huff at his unserious attitude, ”move your arm, I’m going to shoot out the driver side.” Sylus lifted one hand off the steering wheel and placed it on your waist as you leaned out the window. His fingers dug into your hip, lightly squeezing each time you pulled the trigger. Goosebumps rose on your skin from his firm touch, but you shook your head to maintain focus. The silver sports car weaved irregularly, attempting to dodge the downpour of bullets. “I’m going to have to aim from the sunroof, try not to swerve,” you propped yourself against Sylus’s shoulder. Using your knee, you propelled upward. The chilled air bit at your cheeks and whipped your hair in multiple directions. Sylus’s arm slithered around your thigh, keeping your body stable, his large hand rested precariously near your crotch. It was hard to ignore the heat blooming between your legs—no, you had to remain calm. Your heart was pounding loudly in your ears and a surge of adrenaline pumped through your veins. Inhaling a deep breath, you aim the barrel toward the windshield. As the air left your mouth, you squeezed the trigger, making a direct hit through the glass and between the assailant’s brows. The car spun recklessly, hitting a concrete barrier and immediately setting ablaze. You felt the heat of the explosion scorch your face before lowering yourself back into the passenger seat. “Nice shot, Miss Hunter,” Sylus praised. That was the last of the mob and the commotion came to a halt, or so you thought. A dark grey vehicle peeled out from the shadows, barreling towards the Phantom Zero at a relentless speed. “Hold the wheel, I’ll take out the vermin,” Sylus instructed. Your eyes widened at his request, but before you could refuse, he disappeared into tendrils of black-red mist. Appearing on the roof of the enemy’s car, he leisurely walked across the sunroof, leave cracks in the glass. He points the muzzle of his gun to the clear barrier, face calm as a still lake. Bang. He pulls the trigger with ease before returning to your side in a flash. “Nice driving, kitten, but I’ll take it from here.”

•••

You settled into the leather seat, letting your body relax and breath even out. The normal route back to Sylus’s base began to change and you didn’t recognize your surroundings. “Where are we going?,” you asked. “Just making a pit stop,” there was a playfulness in his voice, velvety and erotic. Eventually the car climbed to the top of a parking garage. The stars were brighter than usual, it seemed that there was no smog in the sky tonight. “You want to stargaze after all that?,” confusion was written all over your face. He turned the key and the engine quieted, leaving only the occasional sound of wind. Sylus’s ruby eyes wandered over you, “you were really something back there, kitten.” “So were you, didn’t even crash the car, I’m impressed,” you replied sarcastically. He chuckled and patted his thigh, “the stars look better over here.” You rolled your eyes, but swiftly crawled into his lap. Sylus’s breath tickled the hair at the nape of your neck as you looked out the windshield, making your pulse slightly stutter. “Ah–,” a gasp escaped your mouth as you felt his lips melt on your skin. “What are you—mmn,” the kisses trailed up your neck and you tried not to moan. “Our battle was successful, I’m just showing you my gratitude,” he murmured before leaving a faint bite mark on your shoulder. You hissed through gritted teeth, nails digging into the sleeve of his leather jacket. “Sylus…,” turning your body, you struck his shoulder with a closed fist, “what did I tell you about biting?,” you scolded. He raised both hands in surrender, smiling at your scrunched face. Now fully straddled in his lap, your core fluttered when you felt him growing beneath you. He was getting a rise out of this.

•••

Admittedly, you were riled up yourself, from the chase and the silver-haired man whose hands started creeping up your thighs, planting them firmly on your waist. You bit your bottom lip hard, arching into Sylus’s sculpted figure. “Hah–careful now…,” he warned, pulling you closer. You leaned in, lips barely touching his, “or what?” His grip moved to your ass, squeezing it possessively, “I’ll show you.” Your lips were caught in a bruising kiss, his tongue pushed its way into your mouth. You rolled your hips against him, greedily taking any friction you could get. Wetness pooled between your thighs, soaking through your underwear. “I think I’d like to taste my victory as well,” Sylus growled, tucking his hands under your legs. He gestured to his shoulder, “tell me how the moon looks while you’re up there, if you can talk, that is.” He lifted you back through the sunroof, your upper half splayed flatly against the cool metal. Your pelvis lined up perfectly to his face, knees resting on his shoulders yet again and you moaned when he nuzzled into your groin. The sound of your zipper rattled in your ears as Sylus slowly pulled it down, revealing the heat radiating through the thin fabric of your ruined panties. He left a trail of kisses down your bare thigh, admiring how the moonlight made your skin glow. His long fingers curled into the waistband, hastily pulling them down with your shorts. Fully exposed, your thighs pressed together, eager for what was to come. A pleasured sound caught in your throat when Sylus parted your folds with his tongue. “Just as I thought, victory does taste sweet,” his low voice vibrated your core, making you collapse on the roof of the car. He pulled you in aggressively, lapping and sucking up your arousal, the excess running down his neck. Your legs were shaking, fighting to keep your body upright, which only encouraged Sylus more. Unable to predict his next move, you kept your gaze focused on the sky. His tongue dove inside your entrance, making you squeal into quiet night. “S-sylus–mmm don’t stop,” you whined, bucking your hips frantically. His lips closed around your clit, sucking it with reckless abandon. The sensation was overwhelming, making tears well in your eyes. “Please…I can’t take it, I’m goin to—,” with one final, slow suck, your resolve abandoned you. You came messily, your essence filled his mouth and his adams apple bobbed up and down as he savored every drop.

•••

The moon cast a silver glow over the car’s interior. Your torso slid across the sunroof and you slumped into his lap, breathing laboriously. “Don’t tell me you’re already tired, sweetie. I have so much more to give you,” Sylus teased, ghosting two fingers over your entrance. A yelp ripped from your lips, “n-no, I want more.” “Good girl,” he took your hand and placed it on his bulge. You traced the outline of his cock with your fingertips, hesitating to pull down the zipper. “It’s okay, kitten, take what’s yours,” he urged. When you finally set him free, you stared awestruck at how hard he was for you, how the tip glistened with precum that you so badly wanted to taste. His breath hitched when you ran your thumb over the slit before promptly sucking the skin clean. Using his chest to brace yourself, you lifted your hips, hovering over his standing cock. Your gazes locked as you slowly sank down, Sylus’s crimson eyes softened as you neared the bottom, pupils blown out with desire. “So…full,” you whimpered, clenching around his length. Your fingers combed through his silver hair, gripping tight as you rocked your hips together with perfect rhythm. Sylus worked open the buttons of your shirt, burying his face into your chest. He planted wet kisses between your cleavage before tugging at your bra. His tongue glided over your nipple, he rolled the sensitive peak gently between his teeth before giving it a harsh suck. “Haah–Sy…,” you whined, writhing from the overstimulation. A dark chuckle rumbled from his throat and you felt the seat recline beneath your merged bodies. Sylus cupped your ass and lifted you off his thighs, pumping into you rapidly. Every plunge inside your core was plummeting you towards release. “Give it to me, sweetie, I know you want to cum again,” he groaned, his gravelly voice sent shivers down your spine. “Faster—mm, more, more!,” you begged. Motivated by your greed, his thrusts quickened at your command, the vulgar sound of wet, slapping skin filled the atmosphere. The pressure building inside you was unbearable and his abdomen banging against your clit was bringing you closer to bliss. Sylus knew your body, he memorized every twitch and shudder. He knew when your legs began to quiver, that you were close. “You want it, kitten?” Words no longer served you, but you blurted out a ‘yes’, staring deep into his eyes. Thrust “ahh,” thrust “there,” thrust “she,” plunge “is,” sylus held you down on his cock, filling you to the brim. A second orgasm crashed over you and your head fell back. You called Sylus’s name again and again as the ripples moved through your body. He pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss, moaning into your mouth as he painted your walls with cum. Not only did he mark your skin with his teeth, but he claimed his territory from the inside.

•••

Your spent bodies collapsed against the leather seat, breathing raggedly, sweat rolling down the valley of your spine. “You made quite a mess, sweetie,” Sylus teased. You scoffed, “well, you are just as guilty.” He placed a gentle kiss on the fading bite mark, “I didn’t say that was a bad thing.” You lightly flicked his forehead, “let’s go home, Sy.” He nodded in agreement, gently lifting you off his lap. You winced as his inches abandoned your core, letting yourself adjust to the emptiness. Crawling back into the passenger seat, you look over at Sylus and smirk, that was quite an unexpected detour.

End.

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[angelbiteshurt]

The loneliest

chapter 1

synopsis: A mission gone wrong, with you as the sole survivor. Confused and injured, doctor Zayne will have to be strong enough for the both of you and help you get through this, but things don’t always go the way we want them to.

warnings: fem! reader, somewhat dark themes, overworked! reader, mentions of depression and psychosis, author is miserable and will bring everyone down with them (hello!)

a/n: this will be a series which I will update monthly like clockwork, enjoy :)

The freezing air doesn't really get to you, despite only wearing a hospital gown. It's the snow, soft and delicate, yet so hurtful. You lay down on your back, your whole body burning.

You can barely feel your heart. Maybe it's because your ears are ringing, or because you are in shock.

"Linkon City is taking extreme precautions now more than ever after a mission involving almost thirty hunters ended brutally, with only one survivor, who will remain anonymous. The hunter's association is trying their best as of now, but with so many losses-"

There it is again. You can feel your heart, it aches in your chest as you recall what you heard.

When you woke up you weren’t particularly concerned, but then you noticed no one was by your side.

Something felt off, as if the worst still was not over. Yet, despite how much you tossed and turned before fleeing the hospital, you couldn’t really recall the events that led to this.

"Damn it..." tears you hadn't felt building up in your eyes start gradually rolling down your cheeks. It felt like your very existence was an unbearable pain you were burdened with.

You angrily get up, kicking some snow as you walk furiously in a random direction. Many thoughts cross your mind as you walk, your feet slowly reddening and your lungs burning.

‘There is no way they are all dead’ you thought. Maybe you had misheard, or your mind was playing tricks on you. But as you ventured into the forest this restless feeling of despair was eating you alive, feeding off of any hope you initially had.

You had come up with many theories: somehow, this is a massive prank being pulled on you. Or, as you had thought most likely, you were dreaming.

Yet each time you stepped forward the snow burning your feet felt more and more real, and it seemed like your body was starting to give up.

As you approach a tree, your tears start making your vision blurry.

"It’ll be over soon. I’ll be okay. Maybe I’m in a coma".

Your throat stings. Each word becomes harder to say, and each breath becomes heavier.

You waited a few seconds before thinking about burying yourself underneath this tree. At least, in this weird dream, you could do anything and not get hurt, right?

Yet your body seemed to slowly give up. ‘That’s odd’ you think to yourself as you slide down next to the tree, sitting by it.

The moonlight caught your attention.

‘What if they did all die?’. A forbidden thought crossed your mind.

You vaguely remembered some things. A dangerous situation that no hunter would want to face, yet you rushed to the scene to help.

It didn’t matter how much you tried to recall the events. Your head hurt anytime you thought too much about it.

You felt your body getting increasingly tired, which was weird for a dream. So, looking down at your hospital gown and exposed skin, you noticed some bandages you had ignored earlier. A trace of blood, leading back to the hospital, was also present. You couldn’t quite tell where the bleeding was coming from, but it didn’t matter. At this point, you realized this was not a dream.

Those people had died and now here you were, in a snowy forest, fading away as the freezing night claimed you.

As your eyelids grew heavy, you tried getting up to no avail.

Not even tears could come out of your eyes as your body was shutting down due to the temperature.

As your ears ring and you begin to fade, you thought about your friends. How would they react? Would they be horrified, or ashamed?

Maybe, just maybe, it didn’t matter. As your consciousness faded away, you thanked the moon for keeping you company in your last moments.

Although when you were awake and wandering in the forest you felt like a while had passed, it hadn’t even been that much.

But now, your body lied there. Cold. Your heart trying its best to keep you alive.

You had not taken into account several things. Mainly the fact that, as soon as one of the nurses noticed you were gone, she called for help. And of course she warned your primary care physician, as he had instructed any of the medical team to do, whether day or night, if they had any problems with you while he wasn’t there.

The rescue team searched for you desperately. They knew it was a matter of minutes until your inevitable hypothermia reached a point of no return.

That is why Zayne- as well as the others- was running. When he received the call his heart dropped.

And now, as he followed a trail of blood he believed to be yours while screaming for help, the same heart that held you dear was full of worry, beating frantically.

Your childhood friend was able to find you seconds after you fainted due to exhaustion amongst many other things.

He had thankfully brought warm clothes and some equipment, which proved to be useful for this situation.

As soon as they all brought you back to the hospital, they had to put you into assisted ventilation while also administering liquids and checking the severity of your frostbites.

Luckily, the bleeding from your wounds not related to this incident wasn’t severe, so they were able to at least stop adding stuff to the list of worrisome things about your situation to keep an eye on.

Zayne stayed with you until morning, when he felt your body becoming warmer. While he adored you dearly, he was still a doctor. He felt like he had done enough- or at least, what he could do.

As he left your room, he looked back at you one more time. His heart aching while he examined your state one more time.

His drive home was painful. He had seen you get injured before, and although he somewhat always mentally prepared himself for you to be fatally injured due to the nature of your job, doesn’t mean he would actually be ready to see you in that state. It hurt him deeply.

The doctor tried sleeping, but the moment he found your freezing body in the forest kept replaying in his mind.

Zayne sighed. It would be a long month.

"Assisted ventilation seems to be helping. The fluids have helped to raise the body's temperature, but it does not mean she isn’t at risk anymore. Heart rate seems somewhat stable, although we do have to consider this patient's already existing problems"

Although Zayne was not the doctor assigned to your case, seeing he had rescued you, the doctor taking care of you had no problem briefing him about your status.

He plopped down in a chair next to you with curious eyes.

They moved from your face, to your hands, back to your face, and then back to your hands again.

Slowly, he brushed his hand against yours, finding comfort in the warmth of your body.

Pulling out his phone briefly, he checked the time.

‘Around ten minutes until my next patient’ he sighed as he took your hand in his and got closer.

Anytime he tried to look at your face, he dissociated. Not because he found your state pitiful. You would always look lovely in his eyes no matter what.

Maybe, out of need, his brain did not want him to remember every single wound and the state you were in.

As he tried to concentrate while looking at your face, his mind went blank.

So many things had crossed that brain of his prior to visiting you, yet now, even though you were unconscious, as usual you had this calming effect on him and his turbulent life.

However this time, the silence in his mind wasn’t accompanied by your laughter, nor your sarcastic remarks. You were just there, barely out of a risky situation, hooked to a machine.

He looked back down at your hand that was being held by his, the latter shaking ever so lightly. He always tried his best to be composed in front of you no matter what, but seeing you like this broke him.

The doctor shook his head and slowly stood up, letting go of your hand gently after kissing its back.

He looked at you, brushing your cheek with his thumb, accompanied by a bitter smile on his face.

“I need you” he whispered, his voice on the verge of breaking. As he slowly left the room, wishing he had more time with you, he thought of the inevitable moment you’d wake up.

As a doctor, you waking up was the best thing that could happen, of course. He couldn’t wait until then.

However, as your friend, he knew that once you woke up, someone would have to explain to you all that had happened.

The incident, your admission to the hospital, your escape…

Zayne knew you were strong. It was one of your most admirable qualities- being so empathetic, yet so strong when needed.

But he was no fool. He knew better than anyone else how many times you would inevitably break as you recount things as they went, and he wasn’t ready for that.

After all, no one is ever ready to see their beloved go through hell.

But you had him. And he hoped that would be enough for the time being.

He’d take care of it. He’d take care of you.

“Morning” he greeted some of the staff he spotted as he walked down the corridor, heading to do some checkups on the patients he had treated.

‘According to my schedule this should not take long. I can be back by her side in two hours or so, hopefully’.

Zayne tried to fit you into his schedule the best he could. He knew that you hesitated to count on him because of him always being busy, which although he recognized he couldn’t exactly change, he still felt a pang of guilt. Now, more than ever, you needed him. The doctor didn’t care whether or not you would know he was there as you were asleep, but he wanted to make up for every time you wanted him to be by your side but he couldn’t be, no matter how much he tried or wanted it.

Time went by pretty fast, much to his delight. At the end of yet another day, before going home, he stood next to you once more. It had been a long week.

He stared at you, checked your wounds, but no matter what he did, nothing managed to ease his heart.

“Doctor Zayne” a nurse called. “I see you are worried, and that I can understand” the nurse started changing some of your bandages and changing your IV bag.

“You are one hell of a doctor, might I say” he said, while doing his job.

“And a good friend, too. She will be okay. We plan to assign a psychologist to help once she wakes up” as the nurse left the room, Zayne’s gaze remained fixated on your hand, which he was holding gently.

It didn’t matter how much the staff tried to subtly comfort him without overstepping. Zayne felt an immense amount of guilt.

His plan, when you were admitted after your mission, was to go home and rest for a while to then come back and check on you.

He blamed himself for the fact that you ran away. He knew that if he had been by your side once you had woken up, you would not have fled the hospital and injured yourself further.

Your childhood friend felt as though he had failed. Sure, he knew your established relationship was just a platonic one, barely at times.

But anytime he saw you frown, sigh or walk into his office even with a small scratch he felt this overwhelming urge to protect you.

“I failed to protect you” while his left hand holds yours, his right hand gently caresses your face.

“You are… stubborn. Sometimes dramatic. You are a good friend and as much as I hate the career you chose, you are an amazing hunter” Zayne whispered, hoping his warmth would reach you somehow.

“However, you are not alone. You never were and I am sorry you have felt like you were. I wish I could have done more. I wish I could have comforted you whenever a mission went wrong and I wish my care for you went beyond scoldings when you wouldn’t take care of your health”.

He lowered his head, making it almost touch your hand.

Zayne thought of that time you referred to him as your “one and only doctor”.

He chuckled silently, tears slowly running down his cheeks as he remembered how much he wished you had just called him your “one and only”, wondering if you wished the nature of your relationship could be different, too.

As he steadied his breathing, he felt something soft touch his cheek. At first, the touch didn’t register.

But then he looked up, his eyes widening.

Before saying anything he pressed the button on your bed to call for help.

The moment he had been waiting for had arrived.

“Do not panic. I know you might feel discomfort because of the machine but we will get that fixed for you-“ before he could even get through halfway of his explanation in hopes to calm you down, you weakly squeezed his hand that was holding yours.

As some nurses and a doctor rushed in, Zayne stepped back, giving you a soft and almost unnoticeable smile and nod.

Despite the chaos of that moment, his heart finally felt at ease. He finally felt like he could sleep better at night knowing you weren’t just awake but the first gesture that you thought of was to squeeze his hand, something full of hope.

He knew that things wouldn’t be easy, but he was sure he would help you get through this.

But folly spares no soul.

[umamaki]

cw: lowk red flag caleb lol, virginity loss

Caleb is pissed when you get asked out for the first time. He had deliberately warned everyone in both of your social circles to stay away from you. Not without threats of violence or death, either. So yeah, he’s pissed as fuck when you tell him. Did he have to burn the whole world down merely to keep you all to himself? To protect you from perverts and creeps?

But, unfortunate and naive, you were so damn excited for this date. He couldn’t spoil your mood. Not when you asked him which dress to wear—both of them too short for his liking—and certainly not when you asked him to zip up the back for you.

There was just something about how you looked, all dolled up and cute to see someone who wasn’t him. He can already barely control himself around you; even the thought of another man having access to you like this makes him utterly sick. “It’s just not a good idea. All guys want the same thing.”

“You’re a guy aren’t you, Caleb? So what, are you telling me you’re like that too? Hmm?” He wants to wipe the playful smile off your face. You just think everything’s some fucking game.

“He’s gonna want to kiss you. Touch you. Fuck you. Have you ever been fucked? Huh, pipsqueak?”

He thinks he went too far then, notes the way your eyes widen and lips slightly part. You shake your head, but he already knows. He knows everything about you. So when you ask if he can help you, give you some advice, he knows exactly how he will.

“So naive, let me just show you.” He smashes his lips against yours. The force would’ve sent you falling backwards had he not steadied you with his hand on the small of your back.

“This is how to kiss…” he mutters it into your mouth, not caring that your teeth are hitting each other.

“And this…” he lifts your skirt just enough so that he can pull your panties to the side and slide his fingers along your puffy folds. “This is how it feels to be fingered.”

“Ah—Caleb!” You squeal when he fully plunges his finger in deeper than your own fingers ever could. He adds another, and soon the room is filled with your moans and the lewd squelch of his fingers thrusting in and out of your soaked pussy.

His lips are back on yours, and this time his tongue is shoved inside your mouth, claiming it. He goes faster when he feels your walls clench around him, and lets you grip his biceps while you come around his fingers and leave behind crescent shaped indents on his arms.

He nearly throws you on the bed, eager to yank off your underwear and free himself from his own boxers, wasting no time in aligning his tip to your still sensitive cunt.

“This is how to take it like a good fucking girl.” You try your best to relax, to be so good for him as he buries himself into you. He lets you get used to his size, going slow. Not moving until you practically beg him to, then there’s no going back. He’s brutally snapping his hips against yours and watching your tits bounce through your dress.

“Already gonna come on my cock? You really are inexperienced. Can’t even control yourself. Go on then. Fucking. Come.” With two last jerks of his hips, your climax washes over you and he tries so fucking hard to delay his own orgasm. He begins to pull out but your legs lock him in place. He cums on the spot—still inside you.

“Don’t care that I ruined your dress? How you gonna go on your date now, baby?”

“Hm. Guess I have to cancel,” you say, faux disappointment coating your words.

He pauses. “There was no date.”

“There was no date.” You confirm, wearing that same stupid grin from before. Luckily your schedule is free, because he has a hell of a punishment waiting for you after that.

[chuluoyi]

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

- sylus x reader

you and your lover are hailed and feared, but who would have guessed that behind closed doors, both of you are just that — lovers?

genre/warnings: very suggestive, making out, fluff, comfort, period cramps, assassin!reader (not l&ds mc), loosely based on sylus' secret times: midnight warmth & exclusive care!

note: very self-indulgent bye pls don't look at me :') this fic is a companion to assassin!reader series (strictly (un)professional and jealousy incarnate)

“Who’s ther— lord! Missus! What happened to you!?”

On a rainy night, you staggered into the base, drenched and covered with dirt. Your steps were unsteady as you made your way through the front door, and the first person to see you, Luke, was so shocked by the sight that he rushed to your side.

“Kieran! Call Boss!” he shouted to his twin, who immediately sprinted off to find him, steadying you. “Are you injured?”

“No,” you hissed, wincing as you clutched your abdomen. “Let go, I’m fine—” But before you could finish, you missed a step and—

—fell into Luke's arms.

In that very instant, Luke genuinely feared for his life. He squeaked and stammered, incoherent sounds escaping him, because oh lord— if Boss sees me ever touching his woman—

“What are you doing?”

And there came his nightmare. Sylus’ deep voice cut through like a blade, marking the arrival of doomsday itself.

“B-Boss! It isn’t what it looks like!” Luke quivered, desperately trying to explain himself.

However, Sylus paid him no mind and exhaled sharply, immediately moving over to pull you out of Luke’s grasp. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine!” you insisted, pulling away from him while staggering. “I’m not wounded or anything. Just... I just need a bath, please.”

Sylus eyed you from top to bottom. You had just been out for a reconnaissance, and yet you looked as though you had been through a tornado and back. Disheveled, your dress was smeared with mud and dirt, and even grime clung to your hair.

“Did you fall into a sewer or something?” he questioned, and he knew he had hit a nerve when you shot him a glare.

But you spared him no answer, walking away with labored breaths and a hand pressed against your lower belly. It was clear you were in pain, and the sight tugged at him as he followed you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his concern growing. “What hurts?”

“You don’t have to fuss over me—” your breath hitched, feeling exhausted, and ashamed all at once. “Just my period, nothing much,” you murmured in a quieter voice so the twins wouldn’t hear.

As you reached the stairs to the second floor, you felt like collapsing. Did you really have to climb these stairs, too?

As if reading your mind, Sylus let out a sigh, but you nearly squealed when he lifted you into his arms.

“You’ll get dirty!” you rebuked, even as he took large strides up the stairs. “Sylus!”

“Just hold onto me.” He shot you a pointed look. “You can’t even walk without gasping for air, and you still want to climb the stairs? You’ll end up rolling and breaking your back.”

Despite your protests, your lover immediately brought you to his bathroom and sat you down on the sink. He turned the hot water on and then faced you.

“So? What did you get yourself into?” he asked, his red eyes narrowing in dissatisfaction. “You were fine, and you didn’t face anyone.”

You pressed your eyes shut, leaning against the wall, resigned to explain. “Fell into mud. Totally idiotic, I know, but my cramps started right before, so…”

“I don’t recall you experiencing this before. What brought this on?”

You met his gaze indignantly, retorting, “Well, a certain someone banged me so hard last night, and I got my period right after.”

It was quite unexpected, but still answered his concern. So, to that, Sylus snorted and tousled your hair, a playful twinkle in his eyes. “Ah, sorry, I guess?”

You pursed your lips, aware of how unapologetic he was. He smirked and added, “Now that I’m dirty too... I suppose we’ll have to take a bath together.”

“Are you mad? Do you want to get covered in my blood?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Why not—”

“No,” you retorted firmly, clearly irked. “You take the bath after me, and that’s final.”

. . .

“Put your arm around my neck,” Sylus commanded when you both emerged from the bath and already dressed in silk bathrobes. You complied, and he swiftly lifted you into a princess carry, bringing you to the bed.

Despite yourself, your heart fluttered at his action. He set you down gently, and the moment your back met the soft surface, you relished it and let out an involuntary moan. “Ahh...”

Your voice was soft and sultry, though tinged with a hint of pain. Sylus placed his hand gently on your face. “Your cheeks are warm,” he noted. “And you still look pale.”

"Mmm," you mumbled, suddenly the total fatigue catching up to you as you leaned into his touch. Seeing you so pliant like this seemed to flip a switch inside him, and he immediately settled next to you and placed his huge hand on your lower belly, pressing down on it.

“What are you doing?” you frowned.

“I’m giving you a massage,” he replied. “Stop squirming. I’m trying to pamper you here.”

“You don’t have to…”

“My woman is in enough pain that she doesn’t talk back to me. It’s feels off.”

“...actually, you suck. You’re too rough.”

Taking your whine into account, he adjusted his touch, softening his pressure. "How is it? Better?"

You didn’t immediately reply, indulging in the warm sensation, letting out a sigh as you squeezed your eyes shut. “Mm... Yeah, it feels good now. Don’t stop…”

There was something quietly erotic about watching you, usually so defiant, surrender to his touch like this. Sylus felt a deep, protective satisfaction as he continued his gentle ministrations—

But after a while...

Before he could stop himself, he leaned in, pulling you closer as he buried his face in your shoulder, inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of the bath foam you had just shared. “Mmm…”

You were caught off-guard and shivered at his breath tickling your skin, eyes fluttering open. “Sylus…” you murmured, a mix of protest and surprise in your voice.

But he didn’t pull away, his lips lingering against your skin, his gaze fixed on your bare neck, whispering, “Just relax. I’ve got you.”

Then, when he suddenly nibbled on your neck, you jolted awake. The gentle bite on your sensitive skin sent another shiver down your spine, stirring a mix of warmth that made your pulse race.

But he didn't stop there, as Sylus trailed your neck with a series of kisses and wet sucks, his breath hot against your skin. Soon, the only sounds filling the room were his quiet sighs and the soft noises of his lips as he continued to bite and pepper kisses on your skin, over and over.

“Ngh…” Each touch left you almost breathless, and the heat between you growing with every passing moment, making your toes curl and you moan softly by his ear.

“Hold me,” he gruffly whispered, and as if bewitched, you clung to his shoulders. He let out a husky chuckle. “Not too hard, or you won't be able to sleep later.”

“And whose fault would that be?” you quipped, entangling your legs with his, savoring the warmth of his body against yours.

“I’ve spoiled you rotten, haven’t I... sweetie?” he murmured amidst kisses, his tone laced with intrigue and his burgundy eyes flashing with a glint. “Just let me have my fill for a while.”

If you had a mirror, you’d see the hickeys forming on your neck, but instead of fighting him, you pulled him closer, letting out breathy moans freely and massaging his scalp as if urging him to go further.

“Naughty vixen—you are,” Sylus rasped deliciously in your ear, thick with desire and restraint as his grip on you tightened. “Tempting me, knowing full well I can’t do anything to you…”

A low giggle slipped from your lips. “Unfortunately… I learn from the best.”

Hard to get, snarky, taunting... You were the bane of his existence, and yet Sylus wouldn't have it another way. Your defiance and teasing only deepened his affection, making every challenge you presented feel like an irresistible part of what drew him to you.

He knew when his patience was on the verge of snapping, so to end it, he sucked hard on your shoulder one last time, making sure to leave another mark there. The squelching sound reverberated through both of you, before he pulled away and planted a firm kiss on your forehead, a gesture of both dominance and fondness for you.

“Now sleep,” he grounded out. “Your body has been through enough.”

“Mngh...” you whined, curling into him in contentment, your head nestled against his toned chest where you could feel his strong, steady heartbeat. “Really unfair...”

“You're going to feel better soon...” he sighed, one hand soothing your back and the other resting on your waist. “And as soon as you do...”

A wicked grin curved his lips.

“I'll pick up where I left off.”

[militaryapple]

I'LL GIVE IT ALL TO YOU.

synopsis. caleb finds out you’re sleeping with other men. other men who look like him. if you wanted him so badly why didn’t you say so? it’s fine, he’ll just fuck the sense back into you.

cw. fem!reader, praise, edging, overstimulating, calebs a big meanie, reader fucks around and finds out, breeding, idk I need him so bad.

add ons. guys I'm so tired OH DONT GAG ME I FORGOT TO FIX THE SYNOPSIS THIS WAS MADE AT LIKE 11 AM BABES

wc. 2.2k

caleb has always had tabs on you. whether you liked it or not. he needed to know what you were doing, who you were with. it was just.. a safety precaution - well that's what he told himself anyways. he knew your friends , the people you worked with , even going as far as learning who your neighbors were. he could only thank his position as the fleet's colonel for letting him get this information. he was originally going to plant a chip in your phone and learn about both your social and personal life but this just made his little watch-sessions a little easier than what they had to be.

and so caleb thought he had nothing to worry about, truly. he knew where you were at all times and have been in your life for a decent amount of time there should be no one new. well - anyone that poses a threat to him anyways. it's not like you could hide anyone from him anyways.

is what he thought, so so foolishly.

it wasn't until you started spending your time at different places. unknown places at that. caleb took note of each and every house you were in. he took note of the people who lived there. man after man after fucking man. he didn't want to think the unthinkable, how you could be so stupidly whoring yourself out for perverts? one night fucking stands? this wasn't like you, far from you. it wasn't until he looked closer at the men you were fucking, and jesus.

they looked somewhat similar to caleb. it only engulfed him with rage. his heart hurting and pounding. if you wanted him so badly why haven't you spoken to him? talked to him? why were you going around trying to find scraps of him while he was already here for you? with you? arms open and ready for you whenever you were ready for him? that's when caleb decided he needed a bit of time off from work.

caleb made his way home. door opening as he scanned the living room for you. he sat down on the couch, still. he was going to talk to you about this little issue you had. it was gonna be fine, right? he talks to you, you tell him and this could all be swept under the rug. it wasn't until hours later, he heard the twist of the door and the creak of it opening.

just like when you both were in high school, every time you snuck out you would try to slip in silently. though you were never really silent, and caleb was the first to catch you back home before gran. what made you think this time would be any different?

he hands clenched as he stood. caleb didn't think about changing out of his uniform, hell he couldn't think about anything. all that filled his mind was anger. pure. fucking. rage.

"welcome home." he said, it was almost bittersweet. you looked at him, with a sheepish smile. waving. "hi caleb, didn't expect you home." was all you were able to muster out, and that was before caleb took a step closer to you. he watched as you twist and turn, looking for an escape. anything to help you leave, but that wasn't happening. not with him. not now.

"where were you?" he asked, his gaze shifting from you to your body. the clothes you wore tolling him more than enough.

"out." you said softly, you gaze averting his. "with a friend."

caleb scoffed, grabbing your arm and pushing you on the couch as he leaned down. you felt like you were being interrogated, which in theory, you were. "bullshit." he snarled. "you wouldn't be out for hours at some 'friend's' house. nonetheless a friend named fucking jacob. do you think I'm dense, pip-squeak?" caleb was angry, his hands balled up. his body shaking. every movement made him want to die, he could smell the foreign musk, the way you attempted to fix your hair. it was the only time he couldn't bear to be near you.

"he looks just like me." he scoffed. "just. like. me." he moved away from you. in a situation like this, you would've blown up at another guy. yelling at him on how he was able to even find out what house you were in, but it was caleb. of course you couldn't hide anything from him. how stupid could you be trying to anyways?

you couldn't say anything, you wouldn't dare. you lowered your head, but caleb wasn't taking that. he grabbed your chin tilting your head upwards to face you. "don't do that pip-squeak. if you wanted me - craved me, fucking needed me , why didn't you say anything? I'm here. in the flesh." his words piercing through you. oh how he hated being mean towards you, your wavering lips was all that he needed to see before he eventually got down. your head lowering so you could make comfortable eye contact with him.

calebs hands moved from your chin to your cheek. "come on pips," he huffed softly. "you're being reckless for no reason. instead, I'll show you how much I want you, how much I missed you, yeah? you don't need those other guys. after all, they can't beat the real thing." he snickered softly, and you could only nod your head in approval.

"ah-ah, say it. I need a verbal answer." caleb wanted to make sure what he was doing was okay, was right. he wanted to make it known that after tonight, there were no more caleb 2.0's. no more 'casual friendship'. that there would be more than what the two of you already had.

"please show me caleb."

he tugged on your skirt, pulling it down your leg as he rubbed small circles on your panties making you groan. he was being mean. really mean. you grabbed his arm, "caleb, don't tease me. your hands are cold - ah, your gloves." you whined. caleb could only chuckle. "you think you can tell me what to do right now baby? really? just shh and enjoy what I'm giving you."

you groaned, he was slow, too slow. your heat dripped as you twitched and squirmed. caleb used his evol to keep you down, leaning in and placing small kisses around you neck. "do you know how long I've had to restrain myself?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"how many times -" kiss. "I've had to get off thinking about you?" kiss. "I've held myself back until you were ready." kiss. "and you've made it so so difficult baby." kiss.

each word sent a shiver down your spine, teasing you and handling you. caleb looked over at you smiling. "i think you're ready, don't you?" he said softly.

caleb leaned in towards your aching cunt. staring at it like he was starving. he grabbed his hat before placing it down on the side of the couch. "grab on my hair if its too much 'kay baby?" he rubbed your thigh. you nodded in agreement as a smirk laid on his face. Caleb dug in. he licked your cunt making you mewl. your hands searched for something, anything to do.

caleb sucked on your pretty clit, groaning as he tasted your sweetness. he used his free hand, making his way up your body. finding your hand and making sure he intertwined both of your fingers.

he was starved. he placed sloppy kissing on your lips. his tongue finding any to go deeper in you. you felt hot, fuzzy. he made you feel so fucking good, other men were useless compared to him. he was right, nothing - nobody compared to how he made you feel.

and right now he was making you feel fucking divine.

the feeling of calebs tongue on your click made you shiver in ecstasy, it wasn't until moments later you used the hand on his head to pull him back. oh did he look absolutely pussy drunk off you.

your juices flowed off his chin while he licked his lips. the way he looked up at you in pure bliss. oh god did you love this man. "you look so cute, and you taste perfect." he said softly, going back and licking the juices he neglected. you shook and grabbed more of his hair.

"caleb 'm gonna -" you whined, bucking your hips up as he used his hand to hold you down. the other still holding your free hand. caleb hummed in approval, giving you the signal that you could finally let out the release you were holding in. caleb suckled for a moment before moving back, admiring the mess he just made of you.

he got up, his evol lifting you as he sat down in the spot you were once in. his legs spread before placing you in between them. his fingers pushing your panties over before they made their way inside your cunt. your hips buckled at the feeling, caleb grabbed your waist with his arm bringing you back down.

"its okay baby, you can take it." he coos "I know you can, 'gotta make sure you can take me , hm?" you moaned as his fingers stretched you. the sensation of his gloves curving as he hit every spot of your gummy walls. you clenched and twitched between him, making him plant soft kisses on your face down to your neck. "cmon you can take it. stay still, if you don't get through this you wont be able to take me." he reassured you. how big was he?

caleb pushed another finger in. hushing you and kissing you while tears strained down your face. oh he was being mean. "caleb - please 'm gonna cum again" you cried. in response he moved his arm that was holding you down. now using one hand to pump his fingers in you and another to move in little swirls on your clit. you throw your head back in pleasure.

"aren't i the best? making you cum twice? jacob couldn't do that, could he now?" he hummed in your ear, you whined in approval. caleb moved his hands out of you. "since I'm feeling generous, I'll let you ride my cock. but in return.." his voice trailing off as he moved his finger to your belly.

"I'm gonna make you into a mother." he coo'd in your ear, nibbling it. "so I can show everyone who you belong to. to show that you don't need other men. I'm here." caleb planted a kiss on the back of your neck.

it didn't take caleb any time before he was unzipping his pants, pulling on the fabrics waist line and pulling out his cock. "I need you to relax for me, you're ready." he said, pulling you up by your hips and straddling you down on his hard on. oh god, did he feel good.

your cunt dripped all over his base. he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "look at you, messy girl. we haven't even started yet you're already dripping all over me." he grunted adjusting himself a little more.

caleb rocked your hips. he whined for you "mhm that's it, work those hips for me." he moaned. he loved the feeling of pumping his inches in and out of you. the 'pop' noise your cunt and his cock made as he slid out and back in.

your cunt was brimmed to the top with cock. so full it made you think of only him and you. fuck, you were lewd. you couldn't even form a sentence, the only sound coming out of your mouth being moans and pants that were increasingly getting faster and faster.

"gonna come again? come on come with me its - ah okay." his voice was raw and rasp. his gloves dug into your skin as you made a mess on both his cock and his uniform. he didn't care, he was going to clean his uniform this week anyways. it was a sign to let people know that he was yours, and you were his.

caleb still fucked you deep. he caused your toes to curl up and your legs to lift to help him massage every part of you. clit and all. he grunted as he slammed into you, his rhythm leaving and now becoming messy thrusts. "I'm gonna come inside baby, okay? yeah? I'm gonna make you a mommy. oh fuck" he groaned.

"gonna make you bear all my children. fuck fuck" his hips stammered. "just me 'n you 'kay?" you clenched down on him. your back arched as your hands made their way to his thighs gripping tightly.

caleb bit down on his lip, not wanting to hurt you. both of your breaths steadying before caleb moved his head in your neck. he didn't dare pull out, all of his sweet cum would leak out, and you wouldn't want that right?

"I told you," he heaved "I'm better then some lousy rip-offs pip-squeak." he panted heavily. you nodded in approval. he knew that you wouldn't go to any more one night stands. still, there was a long way to go. he still hasn't made you a mom.

and he was going to make sure you bore his children.

[peachylynnie]

you make him lose his cool

word count: 900-1k per lead synopsis: in which you provoke them, and they love it. (inspired by kiss of life's igloo) contains: fem!reader x lads men (separate, non!mc), established relationship, downbad men, NSFW CONTENT MDNI (i'm talking grinding, oral sex implications, etc), song lyrics, and cursing. a/n: UPDATED WITH CALEB AS OF 2/1/25 i feel hot whenever i listen to this song. i hope you do too while reading. enjoy! do not plagiarize or translate. lads men do NOT endorse plagiarism. reblogs & comments appreciated. lads masterlist | tagged: @vvintqz (ik this is technically the reader teasing xavier but u said to tag u when i write xavier so i hope u enjoy)

caleb

What you heard? (What you heard?) But it's never what you think, trust

it's impossible to surprise caleb.

he always knows what you're up to.

whether you're just waking up from a heavenly two-hour nap or going out to get your hands on the latest edition of your favorite blind box series, he's always there.

last time you tried to cook yourself a meal (ever since you started dating, he hasn't let you lift a finger), he came home early and snatched the spatula away from you, insisting that you sit down and look pretty for him while he makes his signature braised wings.

you're not sure how he does it. maybe he has a secret camera or a tracker installed (ha). though, you don't have any complaints. you think it's fucking hot how he's never away from you.

even so, you've been wanting to surprise him for a while now. blame it on your desire to fluster him as much as he flusters you. you're going to surprise him AT LEAST once in your lifetime.

which explains why you're in an apron right now, with absolutely nothing underneath.

to be honest, you were hoping to surprise him with homemade apple pie since he's always cooking for you. but again, you want to fluster him. thus the apron, a long piece of denim fabric wrapped tightly around your waist and hung dangerously low at your chest. you can't deny how delectable you appeared when you looked in the mirror, admiring your exposed arms, legs, back, and neck—anything that would drive the esteemed colonel insane. you felt jittery just thinking about the look he would have on his face when he walked in through the door of your shared home.

however, your joy is short-lived when your phone rings while you slice up some apples in the kitchen.

"what's with the apron, pipsqueak?"

you put the knife down with a sigh. "do you have a camera installed in here or what?"

caleb chuckles into the phone. "wouldn't you like to know?"

"i would like to know so i can turn the damn thing off and actually surprise you for once, dipshit," you retort playfully as you adjust your phone between your ear and shoulder, picking up the knife to continue chopping. you suppose you should still make the pie since you already got the ingredients out.

"aw," he mocks, his voice dripping with arousal. "did my little pipsqueak dress up just for me?"

"yes," you snap, rolling your eyes. "but this little pipsqueak is about to change since you ruined her surprise."

your threat does little to faze caleb, as evidenced by his endearing laughter.

"don't be upset, pips," he teases into the phone. before you can scoff at his audacity to tell you not to be upset, your ears catch the hurried footsteps in the background of the call. it doesn't take long for you to hope your boyfriend is on his way home—on his way to you. sure enough, his next words cause heat to pool between your bare legs.

"keep the apron on. i'll be home soon."

after he hangs up, you put your phone down with a giggle, eager for what's to unfold once he arrives. however, you still can't help but wonder if he actually has a camera installed because how the fuck does he always know what you're up to? you frown as you turn your head left and right. you don't see any red flashing lights in places that could provide him an optimal view. nope. nothing in the corners of the ceilings and nothing in the walls either. before you can convince yourself your boyfriend is somehow omniscient, you notice something out of the corner of your eye.

his dog tag. seems like he forgot to put it on after putting on his uniform. you pocket it, hoping to give it to him when he gets home.

but your mind is truly one of a kind. as caleb likes to put it, resourceful during the most critical moments.

because when he's balls deep inside of you, coaxing your second orgasm out of you, you get the bright idea to fish your shaky fingers into the pocket of your bunched-up apron and put. it. on.

caleb's eyes widen upon seeing his dog tag on you. there it was, the important item he forgot this morning, resting between the delicious valley of your breasts, bouncing up and down while jingling an enticing melody.

"fuck—pipsqueak, you—" he thrusts harshly, pistoning into your sopping heat. you throw your head back at the sensation, allowing him an even better view of his chain, mingling with the beads of sweat on your collarbone. shit, he's so turned on right now. not only were your swollen, sweet lips adorning his name, but so was your pretty little neck. it filled the young colonel with pride. and enough vigor to bring you to your third release, as evidenced by the endless slamming of his hips and the clenching of your thighs.

"good girl," he helps you through your high before letting go of your waist, hoping to give you a break. "i'll go get a towel. stay here."

but when your pilot of a lover goes to leave, you wrap your legs around him and pull him to you, causing him to collide with you. caleb hisses at the contact, sensitive more than ever.

"don't push it, pipsqueak," he warns as he plants both of his arms on the kitchen counter, caging you in. "you need to rest."

"i don't think so, colonel," you prop yourself on your elbows, meeting his eyes boldly. "i don't think so at all."

caleb swears he feels his mechanical arm short-circuit because what you do next is just fucking tantalizing.

you pinch his dog tag and bring it to your mouth.

his breathing quickens substantially when your teeth take the shiny piece of metal as their prisoner. it's not long before his dog tag is trapped between your seductive canines and your thighs are tightened around his waist.

with a shameless smile, you jut your chin towards the man, signaling to him to make his move.

caleb growls, seizing the chain with both hands and bringing you to his face.

"i warned you, pips."

extra (in honor of his official installment)

as you munch on some apple pie in caleb's embrace on the couch, you can't help but ask.

"how did you know about the apron but not the dog tag?"

your boyfriend sniffs before answering, a little bit of pie still in his mouth.

"i couldn't check the cameras on the way home."

"oh that makes sense."

"…"

"wait, what?!"

sylus

Glass room, perfume, Kodak on that lilac (alright) Slipping on my short dress, know he like that (like that)

there's nothing like getting ready in sylus' bathroom. not because of the sheer size of it (it takes at least a day to explore his residence), but because of how good you look in the mirror right now. you can't help but smile as you step back to get a full look at yourself.

sylus went all out for tonight's auction.

he gifted you a tight-fitting ebony dress, its gorgeous silk straps accentuating your shoulders perfectly. he also gifted you a pair of evening gloves, its velvet fabric wrapping around your arms flawlessly. of course, the dress came with priceless jewels and heels. as you twirl in front of the mirror, the scarlet gems on your ears glimmer, and the cherry kitten heels on your feet click. oh, you look so good, you can kill.

but what seals the deal is the neck accessory he got you.

an intricate, black choker made out of lace. fucking lace. a scoff leaves your mouth when you notice the ruby medallion hanging at the center. his taste is as clear as day.

as you reach behind your neck to clip the choker, the man of the hour walks in. you meet his eyes through the mirror, your hands still at the back of your neck. "sylus."

"miss," he acknowledges in return, an unmistakable smirk appearing on his lips. his eyes trail down your figure. "you look stunning."

"thanks," you giggle as you hook the choker clasp. "you don't look bad yourself."

and you're absolutely right. although he has his usual dress shirt on, his outerwear is completely new. a gorgeous red blazer, adorned with inky brush strokes, sits proudly on his shoulders. moreover, his accessories are new (he's never worn any before). cuffed around his right hand is a sleek platinum watch, spotlighting his forearm deliciously. hanging from his left ear are silver chains, shining unashamedly. you can't help but bite your lips as you admire your lover in the mirror.

yeah, sylus went all out tonight.

catching the hazy look in your glittered eyes, he tilts his head before grinning, "like what you see, sweetie?"

you roll your eyes playfully before returning to the sink. "yes, actually. didn't know you were capable of wearing something other than black."

sylus chuckles as he leans against the wall, arms crossed. "i've worn colors other than black before."

"if you're talking about the two outfits that have the belt around the sleeve," you list nonchalantly as you pick up your lip gloss. "they don't count. they have black on them."

"i'm talking about the red cardigan, sweetie," he counters smoothly, eyeing the lip gloss in your hand.

"ah." you run the wand over your parted lips, enjoying the feeling of gloss on them. "touche," you say, bending over the sink to see if you missed a spot. you do, however, miss the way sylus' fingers tighten around his arms when your dress hikes up. smacking your lips together, you lift the wand to reapply. "but you barely even wear that. so that doesn't count either."

sylus hums, barely paying attention to what you just said. his eyes are transfixed on the wand. he's mesmerized by how it travels across your lips, slathering them with sticky, shimmery syrup, leaving him thirsty for a taste. not to mention the sounds leaving your lips whenever you press them together. sweet, squelching sounds that have him pressing against you in mere seconds, his hands gripping the edge of the sink.

at first, you were taken aback by his sudden proximity. but after feeling something prod at your back, you smile amusingly before placing the wand down. "i'm assuming," you swiftly turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, his eyes widening as you pull him closer. "there's been a change of plans." you slowly lick your lips, collecting some excess gloss. as it drips from the tip of your tongue, you ask with a tilt of your head, "how late are we going to be?"

that's it.

sylus crashes into you, his tongue desperately trying to lap up the excess gloss. his hands haphazardly roam all over your body before lifting you onto the sink, pinning you down as his lips smear your lip gloss everywhere. you moan, trying to match his fervor. the sinful mixing of breaths, saliva, and gloss floods your mind, causing you to wrap your legs around him and bring him closer to you. he welcomes the action, gasping and grinding into you.

by the time he pulls away for air, both of you are left panting like dogs, mouths and chins smothered in sheen.

your eyes never leave sylus' as you wipe your chin, a string of gloss and saliva hanging prettily from your gloved palm. with a groan, he dives into your neck and sinks his teeth into your collarbone. you throw your head back at the pain, whimpering when he soothes the spot with his tongue.

but when sylus traces a finger up your back, you freeze immediately.

why?

oh, because he's unzipping your dress.

"sorry, sweetie," he chuckles into your perfumed skin, savoring your surprised reaction when he drags the zipper all the way down. "we won't be late."

you look at him in confusion, barely processing the silk straps falling off your shoulders.

he leans in and whispers into your ear.

"we won't be going at all."

xavier

Heart attack, IV when I walk the street Vitamins that D, I'm good, I'm healthy

your starlight of a boyfriend collapses onto the bed, his legs hanging off the edge and his pants dangling pathetically from his ankles.

you giggle at the sight, wiping your lips clean of his release. as you rub a drop between your index finger and thumb, you notice the texture's a bit thick, almost like jelly.

"xavier," you call lovingly, rising from your knees and crawling on top of him. he barely responds; his eyes are screwed shut with beads of sweat trailing down his face, neck, chest, legs, everywhere. shit, what did you do to him? he can't get his chest to stop heaving, his mouth to stop watering, and his ears to stop ringing. he can't do anything. not with the way you looked so pretty on top of him, especially after making him release so intensely in your mouth.

"xavier," you repeat as you cradle his face, making his dazed eyes meet yours. "when was the last time you drank water?"

"water?" he pants. "i'm not sure. why do you ask?"

"well," you show him your fingers. he gulps, flushing a deeper shade of red. "this tells me you haven't been drinking enough water."

you get up to retrieve some water from the kitchen. xavier whines at the loss of contact. although he tries to stop you from leaving, you easily slip out of his weak embrace (he literally got his life sucked out of him; cut him some slack). after you reassure him with a kiss on his forehead, you open the door. "i'll be back soon."

he responds with a whimper before closing his eyes. before he knows it, he falls asleep.

not even five minutes have passed when you return to the room, a glass of water in your hand and a packet of vitamins in the other.

"xavier?" after placing the items down on the nightstand, you sit on the bed to admire the view. there he is, sleeping soundly with his shirt unbuttoned and pants unbuckled, his chest slowly rising up and down and his cute nose scrunching every so often. you almost feel bad when you wake him up. almost. as much as you like watching your boyfriend sleep, he needs his water and vitamins, considering how much energy he uses to fight wanderers.

"wake up, xavier," you coo. "you need your vitamins."

he stirs, peeking one eye open to look at you. cute, you think. "i'm too tired, angel." he whines before closing his eye again. "i'll have some later."

"come on," you chuckle. "at least drink some water. you're dehydrated."

hoping to keep him awake, you litter his face with kisses, repeatedly pecking his adorable features. his droopy eyelids, his button nose, his fluffy cheeks, his moist forehead, his small chin—not a single spot is missed.

his little laughs repay your efforts. before you can continue your bombardment of kisses, his arms wrap around your shoulders, successfully pinning you down to him. you're surprised by how quickly he replenished his strength.

"you're trapped," he points out cheekily. "now we can both sleep."

"xavier," it's your turn to whine. "you need to drink some water. besides," you try to get up but fail miserably due to his tight embrace. "you need to scoot up, and i need to lay down properly if we both want to sleep." still no signs of letting you go.

you sigh before poking at your boyfriend's waist, causing him to yelp.

he immediately lets go of you, rubbing the spot you just touched. taking the chance to escape, you stand up and reach for the glass and vitamins.

"meanie," he pouts. "i thought we agreed to not tickle each other for today."

"that's because you try to tickle me all the time," you retort playfully, opening the packet of vitamins. "besides, i only tickle you as a last resort. unlike you, i'm nice." you pop the vitamin in your mouth and bring the glass to your lips.

"as if." he yanks up his pants and crosses his arms. "last time i checked, being nice means letting your boyfriend sleep peacefully," he quips as he turns away from you, hoping his grumpy little act will coax more kisses from you.

instead, a hand comes into his view and grasps the sheets. furrowing his brows, he shifts back to ask what's wrong but is startled to find your face hovering above his. 

"angel, what—"

you press your lips into his, your free hand gripping his chin. on instinct, xavier opens his mouth, expecting your tongue to greet his. however, his eyes widen when he feels something pour in. oh. he greedily swallows the water and vitamin, his fingers weaving into your hair.

you pull away abruptly, a drop of water trickling down the corner of your lips. before he can say anything, you grab the glass of water and drink from it again, your hooded eyes never leaving his. xavier groans at the sight, his chest heaving for the third time today. and it's barely afternoon. oh, you're going to be the death of him.

he's sure of it when you return to his lips, water flowing into his mouth so sensually as his tongue reaches out for more. this time, you rest your entire body on top of him, allowing him to grab at your hips and thrust upward, desperately rubbing against your clothed core and seeking any type of friction that could relieve him of this growing desire you satiated with your mouth less than ten minutes ago. he never wants to drink water alone ever again.

“a-angel,” he moans when you pull away again. “why?” 

“you need more water, xavier.” you tease with a lick of your lips. “gotta make sure my boyfriend is hydrated, ya know?”

with that, you go to stand up and reach for the glass. however, the room spins as xavier pins you down, your positions switched and your wrists restrained above your head. your eyes widen, realizing you might've pushed your boyfriend too far. 

"angel," dark, cerulean eyes burn into you before glancing at the glass. “that's not enough water.”

rafayel

Yeah, white tippy-toe summer, I make him go dumb, duh He doubled down on that text, says that I'm the only one

(heads up, reader doesn't have to be mc but they know about rafayel's identity as the sea god and he calls you his beloved bride)

rafayel isn't sure how he got here.

you, on top of his bare chest, nibbling at his neck and dragging a finger down his clenched abdomen.

"c-cutie," he stammers. "someone might see."

he's not wrong. you're at the beach after all. but it's a private beach, one the artist rented for a date. so really, what's the harm in pinning your boyfriend down in the sand and showing him how much you appreciate him?

"you're the one who said this place was private, raf." you giggle before sinking your teeth into him, eliciting a moan. "besides, we both know why you suggested a date at the beach. don't tell me you forgot." you trail your finger along the waistband of his swim trunks. he jolts, his half-lidded eyes meeting your misty ones.

of course, he didn't forget. but considering the current, scandalous situation he's in right now, his memory is a bit hazy. as you twirl the drawstring with your index finger, rafayel bites his lip and tries to remember how exactly he got here.

last thing he remembers is you excitedly texting him about your package coming in.

a package, pft. no big deal, right?

wrong.

he almost dropped his phone when you sent him a picture of the package, more specifically, you wearing its contents.

a gorgeous two-piece swimsuit in the color of his hair. fuck, lavender has never looked so good on you. the way the tight, skimpy fabric hugged all the right places, making you seem so so malleable. the way you posed in front of the mirror, your face bridling with innocent excitement but your body positioned so so temptingly. shit, he hopes this exhibition ends soon because his slacks feel suffocating all of a sudden.

it wasn't long before he spammed you with a hurricane of texts consisting of flattering emojis and praises about how you're the only one he'll ever love (dramatic but heartwarming) and how he would love to take you on a date at the beach as soon as this stupid exhibition is over so you can swim in your new set to your heart's content (totally not because he wants to see the real thing).

yeah, now he remembers. he got himself into this situation. you even tried to stop him.

"uh," he recalls you hesitating through the call. "aren't you tired from your exhibit?"

"nope," he immediately answers, causing you to raise a brow. "not at all, cutie. i'm in tip-top shape. what better place for us to test your swimsuit than the beach?"

"us?" you repeat amusingly. "since when was testing a swimsuit a two-person thing?"

shit, he got caught.

"raf," you giggle at his silence. "if you want to see me wear this in person, you can always just ask, you know?"

"w-what?! no!" he acts as if you insulted his artwork. "i just thought it'd be a good opportunity for us to go on a date and to test the quality of your swimsuit! what if one day you go into the water and it gets untied or something? what if i'm not there to protect you from prying eyes? you can never be careful enough with swimsuits, especially shipped ones!"

"uh-huh," you drawl skeptically. "i'm sure a triple-knotted bikini will SOMEHOW get untied by the waves."

"come on, cutie," rafayel whines. "i know a perfect, private place! i'll even bring the food, the blankets, everything! please?" (he purposely emphasized "private" because no way in the seven seas is he going to let anyone look at you in a bikini)

you sigh before observing yourself in the mirror once more. the bikini DID look good, and you DID buy it for future swimming dates with rafayel. might as well, right? besides, you can't say no to him, especially when he begs so cutely like that.

"fine, raf," he remembers you giving in with an endearing sigh. "send me the address of the beach once you're done. i'll stop by your place to pack your swimming trunks."

and here you are, resting on top of him and drawing figure eights with your fingertips IN his swimming trunks.

he would laugh at the irony if it weren't for your provocative actions. you were the one who brought him his swimming trunks, and now, you were the one making him wish you didn't bring them so he could see how pretty your fingers looked right next to his—

yeah, he definitely got himself into this situation. he has no one to blame but himself for his predicament. it's his fault he's currently twitching and throbbing underneath you as you breathe into his neck and tease doodles into his thighs.

"oh fuck, cutie—" rafayel jerks his head back when you suck on his adam's apple. your mouth felt so good. you felt so good. 

after pulling back with a 'pop,' you trace the red mark with your free hand, admiring your artwork on your artist of a lover. unfortunately for him (fortunately, really), this causes him to squirm uncontrollably. the simultaneous stimulation from your right hand on his thigh and your left hand on his neck was just too much for the lemurian. he swears he's this close to bursting all over the sand like a messy, wet bubble. 

suddenly, you stop, withdrawing both of your hands from his body. 

"c-cutie?" he lifts his neck to look at you but finds himself confused as to why you're sitting up. though, his confusion is quelled when you reach behind your neck. 

oh. 

your hands come into view, each one tugging on the strings of your top.

oh fuck. 

he doesn't even see your top fall. no. he's completely frozen (and hard) when you lay back down on him, smushing your now-exposed chest into his abdomen, allowing him a view that brings roses to his cheeks. (he can feel your nipples rubbing against him).

"oh, god of the tides," you purr with a smirk as you press your ear into his chest, relishing in his rapid heartbeats. "you promised you would test this swimsuit with me." before he can deny your reminder of his mistake from the earlier call, you grab his hand and bring it to rest against your swimsuit bottoms, causing his breath to hitch. "won't you make good on your promise?" 

rafayel swallows shakily before nodding. 

"anything for my beloved bride." 

zayne

Mm, yeah, I make him lose his cool Yeah, I make him go mmmmmm ah! ah!

doctor zayne, the epitome of calm and control, reduced to this.

a red-faced mess, losing his cool in a rocking chair, thanks to his lover shaving his chin on his lap.

his lover, who just so happens to be wearing a nightgown, a silk, sapphire nightgown with lace ruffles and ribbons that drove the man insane.

to make matters worse (better), your bare thighs were on either side of his hips, caressing and stroking him whenever you would move to shave his chin.

don't even get him started on the fact that you're sitting right on top of his crotch. he prays to any merciful soul out there that you don't feel him growing down there-

he inhales sharply when you reach behind him for a towel, your chest mere millimeters from his face.

"you okay, zayne?" you ask with faux concern.

"yes," he clenches his jaw. it's taking him everything to not dive in and lick, suck, bite—anything to relieve him of this torment. "please hurry."

"hurry?" you pout with a tilt of your head. "but why?" you lift his chin to wipe some excess shaving cream. "do you not want me to shave you?"

"no, darling. it's just—" his hands fly to your waist for stability when you place the towel back in its place. shit, every time you lift yourself onto your knees to reach behind him, the chair moves more and more, resulting in a pattern where when he leans back, you press into him, and when you lean back, he presses into you. it's not helping that this pattern deliciously resembles a certain rhythm in bed.

"it's just?" you repeat to him, stroking his jaw to inspect for stray hairs.

he doesn't say anything. how can he? he can't just spill about how badly he wants to kiss your sweet lips, squeeze at your delectable chest, rip your enticing nightgown apart, and take everything you have to offer. no, he can't. not when you approached him so innocently with a cute smile on your face after he came home, asking if you could shave him. (he almost fell to his knees when he saw what you were wearing). not when you look so beautiful gazing at him from above, handling his skin with addictive yet gentle touches, and glowing underneath the moonlight from the open windows. shaking his head, he grips your waist with renewed resolve.

"it's nothing," he closes his eyes. "please continue." he would rather drink alcohol than misinterpret your innocent intentions.

except there was nothing innocent about your intentions at all. you admit, it's fun to tease zayne like this. the way his lips would chase after your fingers whenever you traced them, the way his eyes would falter whenever you leaned in, the way his breath would hitch whenever you moved your hips, oh it all made you feel wanted. and who could want more than a gorgeous, capable doctor who looks at you as if he's going to die if he can't have you?

you. you want more. you WANT him to have you, take you, right here on this rocking chair. you thought teasing him with a few shifts of your hips and some purposeful closings of distances between his face and yours would relay the message. but no. he's either completely oblivious or has the will of a steel that's been fortified ten times over. because even though he's made it incredibly clear that he wants what you want (his blushing cheeks and shortage of breaths are hard to miss), all he's done is sit there and take your teasing.

you frown, retracting your hand. what's it going to take for doctor zayne, the epitome of calm and control, to give in?

a lightbulb flashes in your head.

"hang on, i missed a spot," you lie, lifting yourself up once more to reach for the shaving cream next to you. "i'll make this quick."

and with that, you slam your hips down.

he groans out loud, eyebrows furrowing and fingers tightening around your hips. he still hasn't opened his eyes though.

"are you sure you're okay, zayne?" you ask innocently, twisting left and right. "i'm worried about you."

"w-why," he starts hoarsely, his fingers gripping for dear life, trying to stop you from moving so damn much. "why would you be worried?"

"oh, i don't know," you smear shaving cream all over his jaw before trailing your fingers down to his neck. "you just seem so…" you slowly trace a heart on his collarbone, eliciting a pretty gasp from him. "out of it."

zayne's eyes jerk open, glaring at you with unprecedented focus. you smile cheekily before pressing yourself deeper into him, eager to bear witness to what he'll do and say since he finally opened his eyes.

though, your smile doesn't last long. in an instant, his hands pin yours behind your back, causing your back to arch and your lips to part.

"i'm starting to think," he secures your wrists in his right hand and brings his left to his face, wiping away the mess you made. "you're doing this on purpose."

you grin. finally. he finally got the message. unable to hide your excitement, you lean in next to his ear and whisper, "what are you going to do about it, doc-tor?"

he inhales sharply, yanking your wrists.

"perhaps," he growls. "it's time you get a taste of your own medicine. prescribed by yours truly."

[himbodruid]

Ancient Instinct

Sylus x Reader

-:-breeding kink -:- Sylus loses control -:- consent king -:- primal, carnal, frenzied -:-

Present timeline mirror to A Dragon in Rut

INTENDED FOR 18+ READERS. MINORS DNI.

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“Hey…there’s something wrong with the boss.” Kieran’s voice was filled with concern, enough that you knew it wasn’t some weird ploy by Sylus to get you to visit. Plus, Luke was usually the one that called if Sylus wanted to casually bully you into visiting.

Your phone dinged and you quickly pulled it from your ear to view the message. It was a photo from Luke, showing the destruction of the front room of the base. Furniture was smashed, paintings torn from the wall, and other various decorations thrown about. The brandy decanter that’d been on a side table laid shattered on the ground, along with the two glasses that typically accompanied it.

“Kieran, what the fuck happened?” Worry sank into you as your eyes darted over the photo, hoping you wouldn’t find blood. There weren't really any signs of a struggle, just aimless chaos.

“We don’t know, we thought you might. He came home last night in a scary good mood and then halfway through the night, he just started wrecking the place.”

“We just had dinner and took a walk around the park, there wasn’t anything unusual about anything.” You tried thinking over the night and still couldn’t come up with an answer. “Where is he now?”

“He’s holed up in his room now, but we’re leaving. Before this temper tantrum, he asked us to go pick something up so there won't be anyone here.” There was a hint of uncertainty in Kieran’s voice, as though the twins were reluctant to leave Sylus in the state he was in.

“Okay, that’s fine,” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “I just got home from work, so I’ll be there in a bit to see if I can talk some sense into him.”

The call disconnected and you hastily packed a bag for an overnight stay in the N109 Zone. You were out the door and on your motorbike in a matter of minutes, speeding through the darkening streets to get to him as quickly as you could.

When you arrived, the house was eerily quiet. There was almost always something from Sylus’s collection of vinyls playing, the sound filtering through the halls from deep within the façade, but not tonight. It was dark, too. Not a single fireplace or lamp was lit. For all intents and purposes, the house was empty. But still you cautiously pressed onward.

“Sylus?” Your voice echoed in the house as you stepped gingerly over the debris, the light of your phone guiding your way. You made your way to his bedroom, knocking on the door.

“Sylus?” You called again when you cracked the door open. A single dim lamp let you see that the room was in similar disarray to the rest of the house. Still, there was no response, and you thought that maybe he’d left.

A feral-sounding growl emanated from the room. It didn’t sound human at all, and you wished you’d brought your weapon. Was all of the destruction the result of a wanderer? Your watch didn’t detect anything but-

“Leave.” Sylus’s voice was strained and…off. Instead of the usual gravel, there was a hint of something more, something beastly. You had heard stories of people turning into wanderers…was it possible that Sylus was a victim to this anomaly?

“Sy, is everything okay?” You dropped into his nickname out of habit, hoping that whatever had taken over his mind would recognize it.

“If you know what’s best for you, Kitten, you will leave right now.” His words echoed in your head, something familiar about them and this situation. You had brief flashes of tapestries and a cave before your mind returned to the present.

“Sy, are you hurt? The twins called me,” you said calmly, stepping further. You still couldn’t see him, but you could hear his ragged breathing coming from deeper in the room.

You had just cleared the archway that separated the sittig area from the sleeping space when you were pushed roughly against the wall. The side table holding the lamp teetered violently before falling over and taking the lamp with it, shattering the bulb. In the brief seconds the light was on him, you could see that Sylus’s pupils were blown wide and his face was flush. In the newfound darkness, his hot breath fanned across your neck in a series of shaky pants.

“Sylus, please. Tell me what’s wrong, you’re worrying me,” you say, raising your hand to cup his cheek. He made a sound like a barely restrained groan as he turned his face into your touch, inhaling deeply. He pressed his lips against your fingers, your palm, your wrist. You were certain that if he’d had a tail, it would be lashing about in agitation.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he growled. “I don’t think I can be very accommodating or gentle right now, Kitten.”

His warning rolled off him, and yet he still pressed further into you. He buried his nose into your neck, inhaling sharply and his lips trailed your pulse.

“S-Sy,” you gasped as his teeth scraped against your skin, in a spot that held an echo of an ache that no longer existed. Worry was very quickly being replaced with something else, something that pooled deep in your core.

“Mmh,” he purred, nuzzling his face against your neck again. “Your scent…steamy and sweet, like cherry wine. It’s been driving me insane all day.”

“Sylus, what-“ your question was cut off when he slanted his mouth across yours. All thoughts escaped you as he consumed you, plunging his tongue into your mouth the moment you opened for him. Worry and doubt fled from you and every sense was filled with him. You’d even forgotten why you arrived at the base in the first place as he hoisted you up against the wall. Your legs hitched up to wrap around his waist and your arms folded around his broad shoulders. He growled in approval, still devouring you as he pressed impossibly close. You could feel him standing at attention, hard and ready, and you wondered how long he’d been in that condition.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, his voice a breathless whisper against your lips.

“Well, I am here. What’s going on with you, you’re worrying me.” You had to tug at his hair to get him to back off just the slightest bit. Even with your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, his face was too far cast in shadows. He was definitely still Sylus, though- you didn’t see any signs of him transforming into a monster. Just the raging hardon that was pressed against your core.

“Kitten,” he whined, dropping his head against your shoulder. His breathing was ragged, sharp inhales let go as shaky exhales. “This need I feel…it’s like I crave you on some primal level.”

He groaned when you tugged at his hair again, just a gentle pull to guide his mouth back to yours. His chest rumbled in what felt like a purr, the vibrations rolling through you to gather at your already wanting core. You gave your silent consent to him by pulling him closer, devouring his mouth in equal fervor. You gently caught his bottom lip between your teeth and his entire body shuddered.

“You should-” lips found your leaping pulse.

“Run away-“ his teeth scraped the slope of your neck.

“While you still can-“ he latched onto your collarbone, sucking at the spot with a hard draw to create a mark there. You gasped and squirmed as best you could while crushed against the wall by his bulk. The action ground your core against his length and he groaned when he released you from his mouth.

“Take me,” you breathed into him. “Use me. Whatever you need, I’m here.”

He groaned again and hauled you against him, pulling away from the wall to stumble blindly to his bed. There he dropped you onto the mattress, bathing you in the pale lights of the city filtering in from the window. His eyes were still cast in shadow, but you could still see the desire that darkened his expression. He was silent, save for the sound of his heavy breaths, as his hand stroked from calf to hip. Heat blazed from his touch, sinking through the fabric of the leggings you wore.

“Last chance, Kitten,” he growled, the sound rumbling low in his chest. Hands rested at your hip, teasing the waistband in silent question. Though you had already given explicit consent, he waited.

Rather than voicing your answer, and rather than giving in to what he so very clearly wanted, your hands found the collar of his shirt. With slow precision, you unbuttoned his shirt while keeping your eyes locked on his. His breath came in shuddering bursts, his body trembling as you teased him. It was a cruel test of his control, even knowing how close he was to snapping. But you couldn’t help yourself. There was something about seeing carnal desire written in every feature, in every motion, that made you want to take advantage of it.

A sharp inhale, followed by a shuddered exhale when your hand trailed down his newly exposed chest in a tantalizing sweep. He caught your hand before it could trail too far down his abdomen, bringing it to his lips and laying a kiss across your knuckles, and another at your wrist.

And then his lips found yours in a searing kiss to seal your agreement. There was nothing short of passion in the way he devoured you, the way he coaxed you open to tangle his tongue with yours. The heat of his mouth trailed along your jaw, down your neck, searing into any exposed skin he could access until he was stopped my the lapel of the button down shirt you wore. Without warning, he grasped the overlapped edges at the front and ripped your shirt wide open. Buttons flew in every direction and all you could do was muffle your moan with a gasp. Because damn, that show of strength was not one you expected to be so hot. You didn’t even care about the loss of the shirt, you wanted him to do it again.

With the obstruction out of his way, Sylus continued the forge a blazing trail of kisses down your body. The bandeau you wore as a bra was shoved down so that he could swirl his tongue around one nipple and then the other. Soft bites to the undersides of your breasts as he continued downward elicited a sharp inhaled gasp from you. His fingers slipped into the waistband of your leggings at each hip and then tugged, removing them and your underwear in one swift motion. Shyness coursed through you when you were finally fully bared to him, but you didn’t fight him when he held your legs in place, spread for him, so he could rake his eyes up and down you.

His lips found the inside of your knee, teeth finding your thigh, and then his face was dangerously close to your core. You swore you could see his eye flash a quick glow, but the next moments pushed all thoughts and reason from your head.

“I’ll start with your warmest spot…” he murmured against your skin. And then he dipped his head further, his breath fanning against your slick folds. “And until I’m finished, you’re not allowed to stop me.”

And then he descended, overwhelming your cunt with precise strokes of his tongue. You tried to twist away from him, crying out in pleasure, but he held you fast. His gaze bored into you, even as your hands sunk into the silky strands of his hair. He worked you until you were right on the precipice, but then pulled away with a devilish grin before you could crash over the other side. You whined at his unfair treatment until he set about removing his own clothing. Your own gaze devoured him the more he exposed of himself, and fuck he was perfect in every way.

He crawled languidly up your body and settled over you, reclaiming your mouth in a hard, punishing kiss. His knee wedged between yours, pushing and coaxing until you had enough thinking power to wrap yourself around him. This put the head of his cock right at your entrance, and you strained your hips towards him in a desperate bid for penetration. A dark chuckle escaped him when he realized what you were attempting.

“All mine,” he growled. Your knee was hooked over his elbow, one at first and then both as the kiss progressed to a carnal need. You were open fully to him now, and all that was left was for him to take that plunge.

And fuck, did he ever.

His hips snapped forward without hesitation, not even affording you the time to adjust to his girth and length. Not that it was necessary, not when he glided into you easily on the slickness of your arousal. He slammed against you, sinking into you to the hilt, and you couldn’t help the pleasured sound that escaped you. You folded your arms around his shoulders, nails biting into his skin when he tried to pull back. He didn’t get far before his hips jerked forward again, almost off their own accord.

It was as though there was some primal instinct that drove him into you so impossibly deep. You couldn’t understand where it came from, but fuck it felt good. The sensations of his cock slamming into you paired with the guttural moans erupting from him brought you back to that precipice rapidly. So rapidly that you barely had a moment's notice before you came apart around him. Pleasure zipped up your spine, turning your mind blank. All you could do was arch beneath him, crying out his name even as he continued to plunder your body.

He so easily folded you in half and set a pace that was bordering on punishing. What little control he could claim to have had in this moment was gone as he rutted into you. The sounds of your bodies colliding over and over rose to join your pleasured cries and his own grunting moans. You were glad the base had emptied due to his tantrum, because it would be very obvious what was happening should anyone step on the floor landing. Hell, even floors below could probably hear your loud, frenzied mating.

Feeling bold, maybe even mischievous, you lifted your mouth to the jumping pulse at his neck and scraped your teeth against it. Sylus let out a shaky, breathy moan and tilted his head away to grant you more access. With a grin, you bit down on that corded muscle that made up the slope of his neck.

His head fell against your chest with a deep moan, slamming his hips into you hard. Your bite turned into sucking on his neck, raising a mark to show your claim on him to anyone who would dare to look. And he also latched his mouth to your skin, drawing out the same kind of mark.

With a growl, he released your neck to observe the purpling mark he made. His gaze darted to yours, locking eyes with you as his thrusts increased to a breakneck pace. Pleasured expressions flitted across your face and you were almost certain that’s what he was looking for. And then you were arching into him again, crying out his name as your walls pulsed around him. The edge he had been chasing came and went, and he spilled into you with a guttural cry of his own. His hips jerked and slammed into you, his cock twitching as you milked him for everything he had.

He kissed you feverishly, and even as you came down from the high of release, he was still impossibly hard inside you. He rocked into you with small thrusts and you could feel his heart hammering beneath your touch.

“Fuck, how do you feel this damn good,” he whimpered against your lips. His body crashed against yours when you whimpered his name in response, over and over as he chased another release. It came to him with a sharp snap of his hips against yours, a shudder that swept through his entire body, and then more hot ropes of cum were flooding your cunt again.

And he still somehow wasn’t done with you.

A brief respite was all that was granted before he was thrusting deep into you again. At this point, you weren't even sure where you ended and he began. You were beginning to wonder if you would be leaking his cum for days after this encounter, even moreso when he slammed into you again with a guttural, primal cry of ecstasy. This one brought you over the edge with him, the feel of his cock pulsing and twitching inside you drawing release from you without warning.

Finally, after one more orgasm ripped through both of you, Sylus slumped against you. He nuzzled into your neck, soft kisses peppering your skin as you both attempted to regain your breath. He released your legs from his pressing hold and you ran your thighs down both sides of his body, delighting in the way he shuddered again.

You were both a sweaty mess, and you were certain the sheets needed to be changed once he slipped from your body. But he took his sweet time with you, giving gentle kisses that were a stark contrast to the primal possession he just exhibited. The weight and heat of him pressing you into the mattress felt like heaven, and you made a mental note to request this kind of skinship again in the future. Maybe with a little less mess. Or maybe with more, who knows.

You complained when he removed himself from the bed, grudgingly allowing yourself to be carried by him to the bathroom. You were exhausted and couldn’t work up the energy to feel embarrassed as he cleaned you up in the shower, but you were delighted in the way his hands massaged your scalp as he washed your hair. You nearly fell asleep when he blow dried your hair, making him have to carry you back to bed. He slipped you between fresh silk sheets and climbed in behind you, trailing kisses along the back of your neck and shoulders as he wrapped himself around you.

Safe and cozy, you fell into the deepest sleep you’d ever experienced.

And when you awoke to Sylus being gone, you couldn’t help but pout. Until he pushed through the door with a tray in hand, wrapped in his favourite brocade robe. He wordlessly set the tray down in front of you, and you saw it was filled with various crackers, cheeses, and fruits.

“Consider this my apology,” he said with a chuckle as you eagerly dug into the tray. He sat next to you in bed, allowing you to feed him. He was content enough to watch you enjoy the tray, but couldn’t say no when you turned to offer him bites.

“What was that all about anyway?” You ask finally, after working up the courage to not be shy. Sylus’s brows drew down in thought.

“I’m not entirely sure, I don’t think I’ve ever experienced something like that before. I came home to being surrounded by your essence, your scent, and it's like a switch flipped in my head. Like I was possessed. Like some sort of primal instinct that wouldn’t leave until I had you flat on your back with my cock driving into you.”

You blushed furiously at his casual words, occupying your hands and face with more food, so that you wouldn’t put those hands and your mouth all over him in some sort of retaliation. He chuckled darkly and leaned close, inhaling deeply at your neck.

“Mmh. I think I like my scent being intertwined with yours,” he growled into your ear.

Neither of you left his bed for a while following that, and you were grateful it was your weekend.

[lumieresdreams]

i have the silly husband!zayne in the mind so time to ramble about him 😊

husband!zayne who wakes up first and either cooks breakfast or heats up the already prepared meal from the night before that was in the fridge. once you wake up, he's already made you your drink of choice that he's memorized by heart. it's a lot less sweeter for his liking (he'd sneakily take a sip just to make sure he got it right once in a while) but it was one of the details he loves about you

husband!zayne who pulls you into his arms and affectionately squeezes you momentarily just to hear you giggle before he goes to work, your voice and laughter sounds like home to him

husband!zayne who keeps you updated about his work, checks up on you while on break and even sometimes texts you if he has tea to share once he gets back home after work

husband!zayne who, contrary to his professional exterior, is a great storyteller when it comes to sharing gossip. he doesn't need to change his monotonous tone much, his looks and dramatic pauses alone says a thousand words

husband!zayne who feels really guilty when he doesn't get to give you a heads up about an emergency situation that he gets pulled into and makes it up by taking you to both of your favorite pastry store and having a nice afternoon date there

husband!zayne who adores your cooking, even if some days you can only cook a simple meal. he'd suggest simple ways to spice it up next time and if you do take him up on it, he'd give you an honest critique about it

husband!zayne who pulls you into his nightly care routine before bed. shaving his face, skin care, then brushing his teeth. he'd let you shave his face and put on the skin care products on him, he puts your own products on yours and you do this almost every night if you both have enough energy by the end of the day

husband!zayne who loves having you lay your head on his chest, one of his arms wrapped around your waist comfortably as you two chat in hushed whispers about silly jokes and 'i love you's into the dark before falling asleep together

[blueivyy99]

Calm and Serenity (Final Part)

Sylus x Non!MC

summary: you didn't know what sylus saw in you. he said you were calm, quiet and serene and that's what he needs. you believed it. he showed it. not until little miss hunter came. she's everything you're not. news that she's in danger can make the ever so calm sylus to run and leave everything behind. it made you think, would he do that for you as well?

tags: angst, romance, hurt and comfort, non-mc reader,

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Masterlist

Day 1

Sylus didn't get any sleep these past 24 hours. He is pacing his room, waiting for your call. He is hoping that maybe you'll contact him just to say something … anything. Even though it was an unspoken rule that you will not be contacting each other, there's a silly hope in Sylus's heart for a miracle to happen.

He kept waiting but still no text from you.

Ah figures. She needs time.

He tried to get some sleep, but every time he closes his eyes your face haunts him. He wants to get you back but he knows that you need this. That this time he doesn't get to be selfish, that this is about you and what's best for you.

On your side, it's not any better. You cried all day sinking your body in your new bed. This new place feels unfamiliar. Too bright, too spacious, too quiet, too lonely.

You already miss the ruckus that the twins are making or Mephisto's cawing early in the morning. And him. You already miss him.

You remember the previous night. Sylus helped you pack your bags, never leaving your side. He never spoke a word just quietly helping you. You can see the remorse in him and it took a lot of willpower for you not to take back what you said.

When you got in the car and let him drive, you noticed how he was driving slowly. Making sure to use the farthest way possible just so he can borrow a little bit more time.

“Sylus," you called him.

“Let me have this, love. Just a little more time before you leave, please?" you didn't have it in you to argue further. He looked broken and one second away from letting those tears fall.

“I never get to give you a lot of my time these months, and I know I may be asking for too much, but just let me be with you for a while longer. I can't let you go. Not yet." He took your hand and brought it to his trembling lips.

You didn't speak after. You just let him. A part of you wanted to stay with him a little longer as well. He stayed like that during the drive. Telling you random things or reminding you to take care of yourself. Blabbering just to take his mind off from the fact that once you step out of the car, you're really leaving.

When you reached Linkon, you never looked back. Each step you took felt like you're stepping on shards of glass. You wanted to run back to him, but you know that this is the right thing to do.

You need to set him free. You want to make sure that he is sure with what he is feeling. You want to see what he'll do. If your absence will strengthen the love between you and him, or will he run back to her.

You're giving him a sort of a way out. If he decides to be with MC, then fine. If he waits for you to heal even if it took years, then maybe you can try again.

That same night, getting some sleep has been hard. You kept looking at the photos of you and him on your phone. You kept rereading your previous messages and replaying the videos you took of everyone in Onychinus.

Starting a new life here in Linkon means leaving your family in the N109 Zone. You didn't just break up with Sylus but you also left the people that treated you like family.

Day 7

“Boss, Miss Hunter is here." Luke said. Sylus just frowned.

“Let her in."

Once she's inside, Sylus doesn't know what to tell her. He is not in his right mind even if a week has passed. He is the one who summoned MC to his base. He needs to know if she's willing to help him. He needs to know ASAP.

“What do you want, Sylus?" She said. He knows they didn't end on good terms the last time they talked, but he needs to try.

“About breaking off the bond. I want to know when are you willing to cooperate with me?"

She scoffed, "I told you, I don't remember a thing! How can I undo something that I don't remember doing in the first place!? Sylus, we're going in circles here. I don't want to waste my time with this.”

"Waste of time? This isn't just a waste of time! This is my life on the line. If I don't break this bond with you, I'm going to lose her.”

He was angry and desperate. MC surely saw it and it made her heart ache. Looking at him right now, it's obvious that he isn't getting much sleep and he isn't eating right. Poor guy must've been so broken-hearted.

If it wasn't for the knowledge that he has a girlfriend, she might actually like him. He is nice despite the rough exterior, but despite that she stayed in her lane. She didn't want to be a mistress. Hell nah.

She finally took pity on him and gave out a sigh. It's not all the time that you see Sylus like this.

“Fine, fine! I wanted to help you, but I can't figure it out yet. I will contact Luke and Kieran when I have more information about this linkage.” She said.

Sylus is relieved to hear those words. They mean nothing for now, but at least there's hope.

"And if I were you, I would be taking care of myself. What would Y/N say when she sees you like that?”

Before she left, she saw how he slightly took a glance at the mirror and quickly stood up to take a bath.

Silly guy.

Day 31

You finally got a job as a barista in Destiny Cafe. You didn't really have to work because you have enough money to last at least a decade but you need to take your mind off of things. Being in your home just makes you lonely.

Having a job is fun. Finally you get to sleep after tiring yourself during the day and you meet a lot of people.

However, the way back home is not the most pleasant whenever you pass by that arcade that you wanted to go to with Sylus.

You let yourself get bitter repressing them won't do you good anyway. You just let yourself feel annoyed and hurt and even cry at the smallest things.

Crying heals you and little by little you learn to let go of the things that break your heart. Baby steps, just like what they said.

Year 1

“Boss, do you want to go with us? We're going to Linkon for a mission." Kieran inquired. Sylus is in his office with piles of research papers at hand.

“No. I will stay here." He replied.

Kieran nodded. He understands that his boss is busy and he is dedicating all his time doing everything he can just to break that bond with Miss Hunter but that doesn't mean that they don't worry.

Him and his twin can't help but be alarmed at how Sylus is wearing himself down so every now and then they try to make him get out of the house even just for an hour.

Sometimes they succeed, but they won't miss the look of longing in their boss's eyes when he looks at the border that separates Linkon and the N109 Zone.

He never, not once stepped foot in Linkon since the day that you left. Luke once asked why and tjis is how their conversation went: “I want her to heal in her own way. And her seeing me might harm her progress. I can wait. She will come back when she's ready, or I'll go to her once everything in my end is okay. But not right now. It's too early.

“But Boss Man, what if an asshole tried to take her away? Let me and Kieran go there. We will look at her from afar so no one can get close. Or send Mephisto! She won't notice.” Luke whined. Sylus just clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"It's up to her. Now shut up and do your job.”

Kieran can see that despite saying those, Sylus is still affected; he just got better at hiding it.

You looked at your calendar. It's been only a year since you last saw Sylus but it already felt like forever.

You took a leave from work today planning to rest and just rot in bed all day. These past months, you had felt better but there are still days when his memories still haunt you just like today.

You stalked his Moments account. He seldom posts since you left and whenever he does, you know that it's about you. Every photo and caption is a reference to you and your memories with him.

Absent-mindedly, you refreshed his profile and your heart stopped at the image he posted. It was a fox brooch with ruby and onyx stone. He didn't say anything. Just that photo.

A smile crept on your lips. Surprisingly, there's no hurt and skepticism in your heart. Sadness, yes. But it's mostly because you miss him and his warmth.

You've come a long way and knowing that he is still waiting made the feeling more sweeter than it should.

Year 1 and 6 months

Sylus watched wide eyed as the soul link in his wrists disappeared. He was taking a shower when he felt it break. He didn't know how or why. MC didn't tell him anything. She didn't even have a breakthrough all these months.

And yet …

Quickly, he dried himself, took his phone and called her. She picked up the call as soon as it rang. She is just as excited as he is.

“IT'S BROKEN, OH MY GOD!" she yelled. He had to distance himself from the phone just to save his ears.

“How? What happened?" he asked.

Then there's a long pause. Sylus even thought that she hang up.

“MC?"

“Hmm, I don't know. But thinking about it now, before it broke I'm with my boyfriend …” she trailed off. "And, uhm, hehe we're y'know … intimate and confessed feelings and all that.”

Sylus winced, "Oh, shut up. I don't want to hear the filthy details."

“You asked! But yeah, I guess that's it. It was not so magical but I felt so much peace and wished that I could live the rest of my life and my future lives with him. And I guess that did it.” She said quietly.

"Thank you, MC.”

Even though he cannot see it. Sylus is sure that she's smiling right now.

"You're free now, Mister Dragon.”

She hung up the call after.

Sylus let out a shaky breath.

Finally.

“MADAME! I PROMISE WE WEREN'T FOLLOWING YOU! BOSS DOESN'T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE! WE JUST WANT COFFEE WE DIDN'T KNOW YOU'RE WORKING HERE!" Your eyes widen at how loud Luke is and Kieran is just there standing dumbfounded. If his mask is not blocking his face you're sure that his mouth is gaping.

“Luke! Shut your mouth. You're making a fuss!" you tried to shut his mouth under the mask as you escorted them away from prying eyes.

“We promise! He didn't send us here. If we know, we will avoid this place." Kieran vouched for his brother.

“I know, I know. And besides, I didn't even assume that he sent you here and yet you're screaming your lungs out explaining yourself." You chuckled remembering how silly they looked earlier.

“You believe us?" Luke asked.

“Yes." you answered.

The silence between you is comfortable. Something familiar.

“I missed you two," you suddenly said.

It was evident that they didn't expect you to say that but their shoulders relaxed and both their hands patted your head.

“We missed you as well. The base isn't the same without you in it. No one vouches for us against Boss Man's wrath.” Kieran said.

"How is he?” You asked. Your voice is low. If they weren't paying attention they might've missed you saying that.

“Doing okay. At first he's itching to look for you and call you he didn't eat or sleep. We figure it's normal. He was hurt. Slowly, he got up and accepted your terms." Luke's words were careful. Trying his best not to give you an impression that they are obliging you to come back.

“I'm glad he's doing okay."

The conversation after that was light and fun thanks to the twins. They diverted the topic to Mephisto's antics instead and as much as they could they didn't bring up Sylus again.

You're thankful that they don't push for you to get back with him. For now, it's enough to know that he's doing well.

You still love him, yes. But you need more time to be certain that you're ready.

Year 2 and 10 months

It's almost three years since you last saw him. Unlike last year where you wallow in despair, this year you're excited to go out. You put on your best dress and gave yourself light makeup.

Months had passed since you first saw Luke and Kieran and now they're regular weekly customers in Destiny Cafe during their special days off. It's fun seeing old faces and they make your day a lot better whenever they come to visit.

You remember one time they gave you a small shiny pebble.

“What's this?" You asked.

“Mephisto asked us to give you that."

You smiled from ear to ear after that. You know they can't bring Mephisto to you because Sylus will know exactly where you are and you didn't give them the permission to reveal your location yet.

Now at present ,you walk the familiar path you took everyday except you don't go straight to the cafe but to the arcade instead.

“Time to get that baby crow." you mumbled to yourself with your game face on.

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Sylus is not used to the bustling and bright ambiance of Linkon but somehow, today his feet brought him here. He hasn't set foot in this city since you left but he cannot ignore the nagging feeling in his chest that he needs to go here today.

He walked around aimlessly. Lately, the twins frequent here and he has a hunch that it's because of you. He didn't ask. But by the looks of those two, you're doing okay. And that's enough for him.

For now at least.

He still plans on getting you back. He is just waiting for a sign. For a go signal from fate that it's time.

It's so silly, really. But he is a man in love and if your paths cross again and he is certain that you feel the same, then he will not let you go.

He went back to his senses when he saw the familiar arcade near the cafe. He remembered you telling him that you wanted that crow plushie. He still feels a pang on his chest whenever he remembers that but he long accepted that it will always remind him of what he did. He had forgiven himself for that, and swore that if you will give him a chance again, he will never let you feel forgotten again.

Once inside, he bought enough tokens to last him until afternoon. He is not the luckiest when it comes to this stupid claw machine, but he vows that today, he will go home with the complete collection.

It took him a good hour before finally getting one and wa shocked when a group of employees clapped their hands at him.

“Nice! Finally someone got one. The woman earlier spent a lot of time but she didn't get it and she left disappointed. I almost think that this claw is broken."

Sylus paid them no mind and once he got the hang of it one by one all the different colors of the crow plushies were on his hands.

The kids were in awe of him and the plushies inside his paper bag and it gave him a smug satisfaction successfully getting them all.

Once he stepped foot outside the arcade he decided to relax for a bit in Destiny Cafe. He ordered his coffee, sat on the farthest table in the corner and inspected the plushies he won.

“She will surely like these." He mumbled to himself before someone spoke behind his back.

“Oh I surely will."

Sylus held his breath. He is afraid to look back.

But he knows that voice.

He heard footsteps and then your face came into view.

“Hi, can I sit here?" You gave him a smile and he can see that there's no more uncertainty there. It's like seeing you again for the first time.

“O-of course," he stuttered. His mouth was gaping.

Then he felt your hand on his chin helping him close his mouth.

“Sylus, this is just me. Close that mouth or you'll drool."

Normally, he would retort with the same sass. But right now all he knows is that he missed you and you're here.

“I missed you," that was the first thing he said. He is hesitating to make your hands touch. You chuckled to yourself. Shy Sylus is adorable especially with that blush on his face.

Gently, you made your fingers intertwined. He squeezed your hand and held them tightly.

“I missed you too, Sylus. How have you been?"

"Finally Free.”

That's all he said and you knew what it meant.

note: this is really the end 🥹🥹🥹 i cant thank all of you enough for giving my first LADS fic a chance. im so grateful for all your loveee. i said to myself id be happy if at least 10-30 people give this a read but here y'all are 😭 so thank you thank you! ill see you on the next one i hope?

comments, reblogs and reacts are welcome 🫶🏻

[cowgiri]

𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘!𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 is a gentleman who holds doors open and treats his little lady like a queen. he's old-fashioned in the best ways, always thinking about your feelings and making sure to take care of you in whatever ways you need. but the moment you close the bedroom door, he's anything but a gentlemen. he knows how to take control when you need to be manhandled, how to put you in your place with nothing but a short tsk and a sharp smack to your ass. his fingers know exactly which buttons to push, which places to stroke and tickle and tease, where you like it rough or gentle. and once he has you going, he doesn't stop until you're a whining wreck under his touch, clutching your thighs together to keep the pleasure from spilling out.

𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘!𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 whos hands are calloused from years of roping cattle and working the ranch, but when it comes to you, they’re surprisingly gentle. the callouses and rough skin of his hands make for a delicious texture when he's pounding you with his fingers or rubbing your clit. he knows exactly how to use those strong fingers to tease and please, whether he’s tracing your skin or gripping your hips with just the right amount of pressure. he knows how to make you moan and beg with a touch, knows how to drive you higher and higher until you come undone. 

𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘!𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 wears a pair of tight blue jeans that compliments his tanned skin and well-muscled thighs. he moves slow and easy, like a man who has all the time in the world and isn't afraid to take it. his belt buckle is heavy and brass and shaped like a horseshoe, something he won in a rodeo years ago. but it ain't as heavy as his cock. it's thick and long and perfectly curved, with a delicious vein running down the middle that you like to run your tongue along. he doesn’t last very long if you take him in your hand and start stroking. he says it’s because your soft and warm hands make him crazy. and when he comes, he does it all over your tits, shooting thick ropes of white across your chest. he smears it into your skin with his rough hands, telling you how sexy you look covered in his cum and begging you to let him fuck you. and god, it’s hard to say no to that.

𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘!𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 says sweet, dirty things to you in bed, telling you exactly what he's going to do to your tight little pussy, telling you what he wants to see when you're riding him. he tells you about the way he likes to fuck, slow and easy or hard and rough, and he tells you what he'd do if he had you out on the ranch, how he'd push you up against a tree and take you for all the other cowhands to see. he talks about your body and what it can do for him, how good it feels when you ride his cock. he whispers words of affection and appreciation in your ear, his lips pressed to your skin as he pants and breathes through his own orgasm. and he says all of it in his smooth, slow southern accent, the one that makes you tingle from head to toe. 

some fluffy cowboy!caleb

[dollgxtz]

Sleepy Crow

Word Count: 1.8k words

Tags: sylus x fem!reader, somno, noncon, mentions of breeding, pet names such as kitten, sweetie, darling, reader is somewhat drugged but its her sleep meds!

AN: Hi all! This isn't my first time writing fanfics but I noticed a lack of Sylus fics with a darker undertone ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ". PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read the tags and if this isn't something that interests you or is potentially triggering, please do not interact! I get this isn't everyone's cup of tea but this is a fic for people who like darker romance stuff!! Please enjoy, and I AM taking requests as I really want to get back into writing again. Do not hold back, this is a safe place! Ty!! <333

Sylus trudged through the pouring rain, his jacket soaked through and his hair matted against his forehead. The drops were heavy and unrelenting, pelting against the pavement and creating small rivers that flowed along the gutters. The barely lit streetlights of the N109 zone cast an eerie glow on the slick surfaces, reflecting off the wet asphalt like a distorted mirror.

As the man approached his mansion, he couldn't help but feel relieved. The warm glow of the lights shining through the windows beckoned him home. He fumbled with the keypad to the door, his fingers slightly numb from the cold, before finally hearing the click that beckoned his entrance.

The sound of raindrops hitting the roof and windows followed him, a steady drumming that seemed to fill every corner of the place. He took off his sodden jacket and hung it up, feeling the weight of it pulling him down. He walked through the dimly lit hallway, his footsteps echoing softly on the marble floors, trying his hardest to be quiet. Mephisto was perched on his cage (not that he was ever really in it, it was more for decor) tilting his head when he saw Sylus brush past him but not making any sound himself.

He made his way to the bedroom chambers, deciding to make sure you were where you belonged. Peeking his head in the bedroom doorway, he saw your sleeping figure, chest rising ever so slightly with each breath. He smirked, closing the door behind him as he entered. He was happy you finally seemed to be getting some rest.

Your insomnia had been getting worse, and he'd been getting worried when he saw you were often messaging him at 4 am, sometimes as late as 8 am with no sleep. Of course he’d offer to have you over, to hold you and whisper sweet things in your ear until you succumbed to sleep, but he couldn’t always. Sometimes business was needed to be handled, and for those nights he had gotten you the best sleep medication that money could buy. You had been weary about taking them at first, but he had assured you that the side effects were basically none. He had made sure of it.

Sylus made his way to the bathroom, proceeding to rid himself of the damp clothes clinging to his skin. A quick shower and then he could finally curl up next to his little crow. Not that he would be sleeping yet, but it was nice to watch you dream. Sometimes you’d whine or make little noises, which he found absolutely adorable. He wondered what you dreamt about sometimes, but you had refused to answer much to his annoyance.

The hot water felt amazing after being gone practically all night. He washed all the blood and dirt from his skin, examining all of his various injuries. He had a run in with a few “pests” that he quickly exterminated, but they had managed to get a few nicks on him. He touched his arm where the biggest cut was, his Evol immediately snaking around it and healing it faster than he could blink. He did the same for the others, feeling brand new once more.

Some time passed before he finally turned the water off, dried himself, and slipped into a pair of boxers. He slowly made his way into the bedroom, hoping that he wasn't being too loud but you were out like a light. Sleeping like a rock.

Sylus slipped in bed next to you, sighing with pleasure as the soft mattress sunk beneath his weight. It felt heavenly. He turned to put his arm around you, trying to get as comfortable as possible so he could hold you. He softly kissed the corner of your ear, his head starting to swim with thoughts. Surprisingly, he felt comfortable enough to possibly fall asleep with you.

But he couldn't.

He had been laying in bed for thirty minutes just thinking. He thought about all the business arrangements he needed to finish. Tonight had been…messy. No doubt he had made some new enemies. How impatient he was getting about the new weaponry he had bought from Spain. They should be arriving soon, but it had been taking forever.

How he wanted to feel your tight cunt pulsing around his fingers.

Sylus stiffened, attempting to rid his head of these thoughts about you. His efforts were in vain though, as he was already rocking a semi hard on that was steadily growing into a full erection.

Obviously there was nothing he could do about it. You were sleeping after all. And not only that, it's not like he could wake you to do anything anyways. He hates quickies, they bored him. He likes to take his time. To take in your reactions, your faces, and your noises. Besides that, you were taking a pretty high dose of your sleeping meds and he kinda doubted he could wake you even if he really tried.

This thought stirred in his head for a bit.

Yeah...you wouldn't wake even if he tried. He sighed with a twinge of pleasure as he pressed his erection against the soft cotton of your underwear. The pressure felt immaculate, and if he hadn't been gone all night he probably could've finished just by pressing himself against you. You were the only girl ever that could make him finish that quickly.

But it wasn't enough. He needed more. It had been a bit since he touched you like this.

You moved a bit in your sleep, letting out a small whine. He leaned over you to get a better look at your face. Still sleeping, mouth open slightly ajar. You were so fucking pretty when you slept.

“Such a sleepy kitten” he growled lowly, snaking his fingers underneath the hem of your underwear. He didn’t know why, but the mere sight of your sleeping face was getting him worked up. You looked so docile, so vulnerable. He wanted you. Sylus began to tug them down slowly.

This was very wrong. He knew this and yet he couldn't stop. He kept going, making empty promises to himself that he would only take a peek. He just wanted to see you. All of you.

Sylus froze has he finally pulled your underwear down to your legs, practically breathless at the site of your cunt at his fingertips.

"Fuck..." he groaned, unable to stop himself from pressing a finger between your folds. He watched you carefully for any signs of discomfort or movement, but you were still fast asleep as he pushed his finger in. You were warm, inviting even. It's like your pussy was sucking his finger in, deeper and deeper. He slid a second finger in, picking up the pace. Soon enough, your cunt was slightly wet, spots of your slick forming on the backs of your legs near your pussy. Pulling out, he practically shivered with excitement.

Sylus was quick to put his fingers in his mouth, savoring every drop of you. You tasted so sweet to him, the best flavor he ever had the honor to try. He wanted nothing more than to dive head first into the source and lap it up. But his erection was so starting to bother him. It was rock hard, and throbbing ever so slightly, begging to be freed.

He had to have you. And he had to have you now.

He pulled his erection through the hole in his boxers, beginning to stroke himself with an intense grip. Groaning as quietly as he could, he stared at your wet and welcoming cunt. He swore it was just begging to be filled by every inch of his cock. Still wanting him, even when you were asleep.

"You’re so pretty sweetie" he whispered in your ear, closing his eyes as electrifying pulses of pleasure crashed through him. Sylus told himself he should stop now, but it was past that point. He knew himself better than that. His mind was already made up, no matter how much he was trying to talk himself out of it.

Turning you a bit more on your side, he readied the fat head of his tip to your entrance. You stirred once again, mumbling incoherent nothings before becoming silent again. Sylus chuckled softly, pressing his lips to the tip of your ear as he stroked himself a few more times.

As he sinks his tip into your tight entrance, his precum smears all over your hole. He shudders with intensity, trying his best to hold back a groan, worried that making too much noise next to your ear would wake you. He pushes further and further until he can't possibly sink himself into you anymore. You squirm, letting out another whine, this one a bit louder than the last.

"Im sorry kitten…" Sylus coos, laying his head behind yours as he fucks you with a slow, rhythmic pace. "Just need to cum in what’s mine. Be a good girl and stay asleep for me”.

He rests one of his hands on your hip, trying to keep from shaking you too much as he continually plunges himself inside you. You were warm, your gummy walls constantly tightening around him. He moans your name over and over like a prayer, feeling lost in your walls. The soft clap of his skin meeting your ass echoes a bit in the room.

"You're fucking made for me. Look at you sweetie, tightening around me, trying to squeeze me dry even when you're sleeping" he whispers, feeling himself getting closer and closer to bliss.

His thrusts became sloppy and he had to slow himself, trying to savor every moment he had inside of what essentially felt like heaven. He had been wanting to fill you for days. Images of his seed erupting onto the walls of your fertile pussy, eventually giving you a nice, round tummy that would grow his baby filled his head and he couldn't stop himself from finishing anymore.

As his hot ropes of sticky cum shoot against the walls of your womb, he accidently grips your hip a bit tighter than he meant to. You yelp, and he quickly rubbed his hand over the spot he'd hurt you, ensuring you remained asleep. He checks the spot and sees some slight bruising already starting to form and curses himself silently for losing control and hurting you. His Evol was quick to move over the injury where his hand lay, instantly restoring your skin back to a healed state. Sylus was amazed he could even do that. His Evol had only ever healed him. It wasn’t until you came along that it had ever revealed that kind of power and it didn’t work for anyone else either.

"Shh shh, its ok. Just be still, I'm almost done filling you up darling…”

Once his orgasmic high subsided, he took a moment to catch his breath before watching as his cum pooled out of you. He took his finger and scooped as much of it as he could gather before gently pushing it back within your folds. Feeling satisfied with his work, he pulled your panties up before finally pulling the cover back over you.

"There you go. Gotta keep my seed where it belongs so you can make us a baby. Right kitten?" he chuckled, finally feeling tired enough to cuddle you and fall asleep.

[umamaki]

Caleb who is just so fucking big that he has trouble physically fitting into your life. He’s as buff as he is tall, and as hot as it makes him, it’s becoming an inconvenience to you both. Good luck having him over if you own anything less than a king bed. Despite the amount of times his weight alone has split the bedframe, you still haven’t upgraded your sleeping situation. Even laying on his side he’s taking up more than half your mattress. You will typically lay on top of him, but even that gets uncomfortable after a while. Especially after he’s just fucked you to oblivion, assuredly leaving your entire lower half sore for the next day or three. You’ll wake up in the morning somehow underneath him, being suffocated from his huge biceps having unknowingly wrapping themselves around your small frame. Not to mention that his shoulders alone practically measure the width of your shower. He’s just too big. You don’t even entertain the idea of shower sex at your apartment. The glass panes let you watch him struggle to bend down to just get his head under the showerhead, and you feel like some sort of voyer watching him. It’s perverted, it’s creepy. Yet it’s extremely arousing, the way he barely fits into a shower you use so comfortably. And all you can do is watch him and wait until he comes out to finally satisfy your heat.