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i'm always scared you're just a figment of my imagination

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One hand holding your legs, the other carrying your heels, Sylus slowly entered the bedroom. His bright red eyes gazed sweetly at you, as he made his way closer to the couch in the room. Not wanting him to let go of you, your arms tightened around his neck, causing him to chuckle. "If you don't want to lie down, I can keep holding you until I leave." He maneuvered his body to where his back was facing the couch, arms still holding you up. Pulling him closer, you placed your cheek against his chest, eyes gazing at him innocently, "What if I don't want you to leave...?" Arching his eyebrow at you, his arms slowly brought you down to the ground, allowing you to stand in front of him. "Then...we better make the most of your time before dawn." He said, lips drawn into a sexy smile, as he stepped back, crimson eyes staring down at you seductively.

Your hand planted onto his toned chest, making him huff in delight, before applying pressure, causing him to fall down onto the couch. His eyes widen in surprise, but was quickly replaced with a burning desire, as one of your knees plopped between his legs, allowing you to get closer to him. Tracing his cheek, then his neck, you tugged, bringing his lips to yours. It started with one kiss, then two, then three, until the both of you couldn't keep your lips apart anymore. Large hands pulled you closer, one tracing your butt, squeezing it, and the other cupping your head, deepening the kiss even more.

Parting for air, hot and bothered from the passionate make-out, the both of you gazed at each other with desire. Enamored, Sylus traced his fingers on your lips. "You really don't want me to leave?" He whispers, lips perked up in a smirk before he descended on your lips again. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer into him. His tongue traced your lips before entering inside your mouth, dancing with your tongue, making you moan. Feeling the growing bulge under you, you grinded your butt onto it, hearing a low growl from him. "Sy.....over there." You whispered, eyes glossy. Rising from the couch, his arms held you up, kissing your lips and neck with every step he took.

Placing you on the bed, he crawled on top of you, cheeks colored pink. Smirking, your fingers traced his chain necklace, pulling him even closer, sporting a quiet gasp from his lips. "Looks like we're on the same page when it comes to not wanting to waste time." His hand traced your cheek, eyes filled with sinful lust. Feeling shy, your head turned away, only to be stopped by a hand holding your chin, "Stay focused, kitten." Moving his hand from your chin, he covered your eyes, his voice whispering in your ear. "Don't look." He purred, lips coming back to yours, the taste of sweet honey and fine wine filling your mouth. Hips thrusted into you, groaning into your mouth as his hand moved up your arm, hand finding yours, grasping it tightly. Wanting more, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. Pulling away, he licked his lips, as he let out a small laugh, "Greedy, aren't we, kitten?"

His hands traced your leg, pulling it up to place a soft kiss onto it, sending shivers all over you. "Do you want it, kitten?" He whispered, dropping kisses from your knee to your inner thigh. Your head nodded before you could even process it, making Sylus pull you even closer, causing you to panic, hands placed against his chest, stopping him. Raising an eyebrow, Sylus stopped his movements, but continued to trace kisses from your leg to your chest. "You haven't changed your mind, have you...? You just said "Yes."" His lips continued to leave kisses on you, moving now from your chest to your neck, "I can't hold back anymore."

Biting kisses attacked your neck, back arching from the sensation. "D..don't bite." You mewl out, head in a daze. A deep chuckle vibrated against your throat, as Sylus removed his head from your neck, his red eyes playful. "Mmm..first you want it rough, now you want it soft....You're a tough one to please tonight, kitten." His fingers hooked into your pants, lowering them down slowly, allowing him to see your drenched panties. The bulge in his pants was protruding out even more, as it pushed in between your legs, hitting your clothed lower regions. "What do you really want? Won't you be honest and tell me like you just did?" His eyes locked onto yours, his lower body continuing to thrust between you. Biting your lip, suppressing your moans, you glared a bit at Sylus, "I'm not falling for your tricks."

Pushing his chest, he was now the one with his back against the bed, with you straddling him. His eyes widen for a second before he shook his head, amused with your actions. "Oh, so you want control? Unfortunately, I can't give it you....not yet at least." Warm hands grasped at your legs, pushing you closer, drenched panties hovering above his face. "Sylus!! What are-" Your words were cut off as Sylus leaned closer, teeth pushing your panties to the side, allowing his tongue to tease your lower lips. You let out a gasp, body melting at the sensation, but you felt entirely embarrassed by this position, so you attempted to move, only to be stopped by Sylus hands, squeezing your legs, keeping you in place. His tongue found your clit, flicking and teasing it, making you moan even loader. Unable to resist any longer, your whole body weight planted on his face, moving your hips to grind into it, increasing the pleasure.

Something inside you started to tingle, making you panic. "Sy....let....let go....I'm...gonna...ah." Trying as hard as you could, you try to move away from his teasing mouth, but it proved futile. "Don't run." His husky voice whispered from below you, before moving back, swirling his tongue deeper inside of you. "Mmgh...ah...Sy..ahhhh." You moaned, body quivering from the ecstasy, as you began to release, climaxing inside his mouth. He continued to use his tongue, cleaning what was left. The strength in your body left you, becoming jelly as you slowly fell backwards, back hitting the bed again, twitching from the orgasm. Sylus returned back to his position, hovering on top of you, as he licked his lips, savoring your flavor. "Did you enjoy that, kitten?" He whispered, deeply satisfied with how you were responding to him.

"Y....your... so annoying." You shuddered out, voice hoarse from the moans you had screamed out. Chuckling deeply, Sylus moved closer, giving your forehead a kiss. "I won't deny it. I guess you can say I lied you're not the only one feeling greedy....and I won't be leaving until this greed is completely satisfied." His words were thick with desire, as he spread your legs wide, allowing his body to slot in between them again. "Oh...it seems I misspoke." He chuckled out, making you stare at him confused. "Greed can never satisfied...but you can temporarily soothe it." His hand reaches for the zipper on his pants, pulling it down slowly, his member popping out, allowing you to see it in all its glory, heart racing at the sight. Breathing heavily, Sylus came closer, holding you by your waist, his member prodding you gently, but not entering you. "Say it again. Y/N, do you want it?" His red eyes gazed into yours, waiting for your answer.

You could feel your heart beat out of your chest. You knew this is what Sylus wanted from you, your permission, your consent. Grabbing his cheeks softly, you brought him closer, softly kissing his lips before you pulled away, smiling gently at him. "This is my answer." Lips curving into a tender smile, his lips locked against yours in a passionate dance, hands grasping at your top, pulling it up. Breaking from the kiss, you allowed Sylus to remove your shirt, allowing your bra to pop out. "Heh...cute." He smirked, voice raspy, as his fingers moved behind to unhook it, letting your breasts spill out. Standing up, he opened his shirt wider, full abs and V line on full display, entrance clenching at the sight. Sensual eyes noticed your reaction, lips rising into a cocky smirk. "Like what you see, kitten?"

Too aroused to even utter a word, only thing you could do was nod your head. Sylus laughed again, grasping at your legs, hooking them around his back, chest meeting yours, his gorgeous face in front of you. "I'll go slow, sweetie." He asked softly, making sure you were okay before he started. Nodding your head again, the prodding sensation you felt slowly began to come inside. There was a small sting, making you wince, nails digging into his back. Small kisses planted on your cheek, your nose and your neck, easing the pain a bit. "You're okay.....you're okay." Loving words whispered in your ear, as his length inched slowly, burying inside you fully. "Fuck....your so tight." He deeply grunted, hips paused as he waited for you to adjust. You felt so full, just one small movement from him had you reeling your head back. "Sy....you...can...move."

Moaning into his ear, sent a shiver down his spine, as he removed his head from your neck, saccharine lips smiling at you. Pulling out slowly, he thrusts back into you, going at a slow rhythm before picking it up, ramming his cock inside of you. The spot he kept hitting inside of you made you see stars, as you pulled him closer, hooking your arms and legs tighter around him, screaming out his name. Warm hands had grabbed at your bouncing breasts, fingers massaging them, wet tongue licking away at your nipples. Brain numb, you could only whimper at the ministrations as Sylus continued to pound into you, hitting your sensitive bud.

"So...so good....Mhm!" Nails scratched down his back, red lines left behind as waves of pleasure continued to flow through you. "So good for me, sweetie." Muttering into your chest, he sped up, his cock hitting you deeper. Eye rolling back, loud moans erupted from your lips as the tension of your incoming orgasm was starting to surface. "Sy....Sylus! I-I'm gonna....ahhhhhhh!" His head left your chest, moving closer to your ear, dragging his tongue on the lobe. "Cum for me, kitten." His husky voice, sent you over the edge, as your grasped him tightly, electrified by immense pleasure. Clenching, white gushes of your fluid bursted out of you, as you cried out his name. He soon followed suit, wrapping his arms around you tightly, he grunted out, speeding up.

Throwing his head back, he groaned deeply, pure hot seed filling you up, moaning at the overfilling feeling. The both of you remained in this blissful state, only sound being heard was both of your panting breaths. Body collapsing on top of yours, his head nuzzled against yours, arms wrapping you in a warm hug. "That was amazing. Did you enjoy it, kitten?" Arms feeling like jelly, you sluggishly moved them, hugging Sylus back. "Y-yeah." Chuckling deeply, he peppered your face with kisses, lips planting onto yours once again, giving you a deep kiss. Your hands grasped at his silver locks, rubbing it softly. His hips gave another thrust, hitting your spot again, arching your head, breaking the kiss. "Sy! Wait....give me a minute." His cock never left you, once again rock hard inside your walls. Grinning smugly, he caressed your cheek, "Oh kitten...I believe I did say that greed can never be satisfied."

-END-

[crows4luna]

1,434 words. mature, explicit content ahead. reader is afab, no gendered pronouns used. first time body worship. nipple play. lots of groping because sylus is captivated seeing his beloved naked for the first time. | much thanks to @tbaluver @d4wnbreaker @ivohex for beta reading <3

“Don’t look.”—you huff, puffing your cheeks as you hesitate, hands clenched around your shirt bunched up around your midsection—“Not yet, at least.”

Your lover emits a playful chuckle, “Anything for you, sweetie.”

A few feet across from you was Sylus, happily relaxed as he sat on the edge of his lavish bed. Both of his hands were clasped over his eyes, as per your request. While you two were no stranger to more fleeting, intimate exchanges, your apprehension towards taking anything further was what held you both back from going full circle.

The miraculous part of it was that Sylus had no problem being patient. He didn’t bat an eye, nor did his jaw clench. He accepted it like it was something as simple as acknowledging the sky was blue.

That’s also the part that scared you the most.

It was a strange, foreign thing. Men were greedy, voracious animals, and with your career, you’ve dealt with plenty of them who were… interesting caricatures. Some worse than others, of course. And even though you covered yourself shoulder to toe on a day-to-day basis, you still hated being ogled at. Hated the gnawing anxiety that you were being mentally undressed and you didn’t even know it.

But Sylus helped you combat a lot of things. There was no pressure from his end to be as prudish as he was, flaunting his figure comfortably. It was his nature (his own words). He was used to it, and when it comes to you, he has no problem being his most comfortable self.

Finally, your shirt hits the ground. You bristle at the cold air pinching your bare back, shivering. You don’t want to delay this anymore than you have to.

Quickly, you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your waffle-knit shorts, tugging it down. The only thing clinging to your body now was a simple pair of cotton panties. A pair that descends from a cheap pack you bought some months ago. It was a slightly darker shade of maroon, a little brighter than the muted shades accented all over Sylus’ main base.

Dwindling anxiety courses through your veins, almost like a replacement of your blood. You lift your arms to cover your breasts, gritting your teeth before letting out a deep breath to ease yourself.

“...Okay,” you finally say. “You can look now.”

Sylus lowers his hands.

Unbeknownst to you, his eyes widen slightly in fascination, taking in the sight of your back. He observes the slight curve of it, then the way your hips naturally fill out, and the downward expanse of your thighs to your legs. A light smirk curls at the corner of his mouth, leaning forward a little to rest his forearms on his thighs.

“A breathtaking sight before my own eyes,” he muses. “You’re stunning, baby.”

You let out a stifled noise, unintelligible of any comprehensible emotion. You were getting flustered. More than you ever have before.

“You’re—only staring at my backside.”

“And I’m not complaining if this is all you’ll show me.”

His tone shifts from his teasing drawl to something smoother, comforting, “If this is as far as you want to go, then it’s alright with me. Don’t feel pressured to keep going just to please me.”

You stiffen a little, sighing, “I want to. Believe me, I… want this. I want to please you. It’s only fair.”

The shakiness in your voice begs to differ. Sylus raises a brow, lifting a hand to tap his bottom lip contemplatively. He knows you well��and one of your standout traits is that you’re stubborn as all hell.

He fixates on the shaky foundation for which you plead with him. Despite it all, he knows you’re being sincere. He just doesn’t want to scare you.

Sylus sighs, relenting, “Alright then. But I want to remind you that it’s your call. Always.”

“...Thank you.”

With an easing state of mind, you finally turn. It’s deliberately slow, but you feel comfortable as your eyes meet your partner’s. His gaze is ever captivating. The very same one used to intimidate and bend others at will—but it’s those eyes that welcome the sight of you like home. You can make out the subtle tenderness that extends to his adoration for you.

You allow him to take in the sight of you, now face-to-face. It’s not long before a blush slowly warms your complexion, standing out in the dim aura of the room. The moment Sylus smiles, you feel yourself tensing again.

He chuckles, his voice returning to a low drawl, “Are you getting shy?”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

The former stands, moving over to you in one stride considering the short distance and his stature. Resting his hands on his hips, he carefully circles your figure, observing you again—slower. Once he settles into a spot standing right behind you, you feel the curve of his palm sliding along your shoulder, up around your throat.

Sylus leans forward, lips barely grazing your ear, “Do you want this?”

A nod.

“...Yes,” you moan out softly, the sound a mere whisper. You gasp as his strong torso presses to your back, continuing your permission, “Yes—I—fuck… I want you, Sylus. I need you.”

This time, he lifts his arms to embrace you from behind. Tufts of white hair tickle your skin as he lowers his head to mouth the side of your neck. His lips latch on, beginning to leave feather-light kisses, descending a trail. It’s enough to invigorate you, making you more pliant in his arms.

His hands find yours, still covering your breasts. He massages the back of them, gentle in his grasp.

“Do you—”

You can’t take this anymore. You’re desperate, near the verge of tears as you whimper, “Yes—yes, yes. Gods, Sylus. Fuck. Please, you don’t—have to ask anymore.”

His deep laugh reverberates against the juncture between your neck and shoulder, sending chills down your spine.

“I’d be cruel to not ask,” he punctuates with a kiss. “It’s only fair.

“And… I want to be fair to you, always. Which means asking for your permission, before I may do as I please. Before I fully relish in you the way I dream of.”

A kiss to the area beneath your ear, then a soft tug of your lobe between his teeth. He soothes it with another kiss, whispering, “I intend to relish in you in the best way, as you deserve. As long as you’ll have me.”

You’re at more peace than you can ever imagine. No longer does the cold of his bedroom perplex you, as his words are carried by what feels like an undertone of a trance.

You let down your arms—and instantly, Sylus’ hands occupy the space they once did. His palms, calloused yet smooth with neverending warmth, cup your breasts. Your back arches, and as his fingers pinch and flick your nipples, it elicits boundless moans from you.

To him, it’s probably the most beautiful sound he’s heard, and Sylus groans in anticipation of the symphony he could create.

You whine as he suddenly shifts his grip, lifting you into his arms with ease to drop you onto the bed. He resumes the position you were both once in, turning you to lay on your side as his torso presses to your backside again. You intake a sharp breath, goosebumps dancing along your flesh as it prepares to embrace your lover’s warmth again.

His palms once more resume their squeeze on your breasts, as his lips work to leave a mark on the back of your neck. He takes his time, ensuring the sensuality and its intimate burn is the same as his lips trail down your skin. All you can do in turn is writhe and grind back into him, delivering a delicious mantra of sounds that only tightens the growing bulge behind his trousers.

“Sylus…”

“Mmh… just stay still for me.”

You roll over to lay flat on your stomach, grabbing one of the strewn pillows and hugging it tight. Sylus beams at this, slipping a noise that tethers between a groan and a growl. His palms leave your breasts, keeping a firm pressure as they slither down your stomach, anchoring into the shape of your hips. He kneads the flesh, bolder in his movements as he tongues the dip of your spine, occasionally moving back up, sideways, then downward again.

It’s an honor, he thinks. To be able to devour you like this.

The only one who will sink his teeth into your skin.

[chastiefoul]

zayne is't someone who undestands a lot about music, but he knew for certain that the sound of your laugh is one the most melodic thing he's ever had the pleasure of hearing.

especially, when you're cupping his face like this. your entire gaze focused on him like he's the only who matters in that moment. a glint of playfulness was dancing on your smile.

he's currently at your mercy, fully relenting himself to the barrage of kisses you scattered across his face, not even an inch spared. the ever-so-softly, feather light soft touches tickled him all the way inside to every crack in his chest.

he held your body that's on his lap closer, tighter. "you seem to be having fun," he stated while you're planting a kiss on his cheek, making an exagerrated noise as you pull away and the doctor chuckled. "the most fun."

zayne stared at you adoringly, making no move to stop you at all, even silently encouraging it. "however i think you missed a spot," he spoke, trailing his finger along your upper arm comfortingly. "right here," he said, pointing at his lips.

"don't you know the famous saying, dr. zayne? i'm saving the best for last," you flashed him a grin, stroking his hair back as your lover closed his eyes, enjoying the touch. he laughed once again, feeling like he's stepping on clouds, you surround his every senses like a dream.

"i see. i'll wait patiently, then."

[salemrph]

So yeah, having both wouldn't be that bad. I'm absolutely fine with having only Sylus, but if I can have both... Geez, I spare you the details. It would be wild.

I need water

Both at the same time because I'm a whore.THEY ARE SO OPPOSITE YET SIMILAR AT THE SAME TIME I CANT QUITE EXPLAIN IT BUT WE HAVE CHILDREN ON THE WAY

[hyperfixationhobo]

Rafayel: “I know they said it was gonna be hot but I didn’t think they meant a heat wave!”

Xavier: “When’s MC returning with the popsicles?”

Rafayel: “Last I checked the connivence store was packed so it may be a while.”

Sylus: “Perfect, just what we needed.”

Zayne: “I don’t know why you guys are complaining, I find the heat quite nice.”

Rafayel: “…take off your shirt.”

Zayne: “Excuse me?”

Rafayel: “Take off your shirt.”

Zayne: “…May I ask why?”

Rafayel; “Just do it!”

Zayne: *Takes off his shirt.* “I don’t see why I have to do this.”

Rafayel: *Face plants into Zayne’s chest.* “Ah yeah, that’s the stuff.”

Xavier: “Uh, what are you doing?”

Rafayel: “Zayne’s body is naturally very cold. The heat doesn’t affect it either.”

Xavier: “…move over.” *lays his head on Zayne’s stomach.*

Sylus: “Does that really work?”

Xavier: *Snuggles closer to Zayne’s stomach* “It’s like lying on a cooling pad.”

Sylus: *Grabs Zayne’s hand and places it on his forehead.* “This is nice. We owe you one, Doc.”

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Later on that day

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MC: “Ok guys I’m back…what happened while I was gone?”

Zayne: “Apparently I’m their cooling pad.”

MC: “…Room for one more?”

Zayne: “Of course.”

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

something like a genuine heart is made to be trampled.

[leighsartworks216]

Insatiable

Sylus x gn!Reader

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

Not full smut but contains sexual content

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

Word Count: 511

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

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

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

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

"Mhm. Need help washing your back?"

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

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

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

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

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

You snort. "Where?"

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

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

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

"It's still gonna bruise."

"Mm, should I kiss it better?"

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

He huffs a laugh. "Such as?"

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

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

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[xxfaithlynxx]

This was so heart warming!! Flustered Sylus is an adorable version I didn’t know I needed!

my turn

warning: fluff + comfort — it is finally your turn to return your devoted love and affection to soft!sylus 🤍

a/n: hi anon! many thanks for ur sweet words and request, i hope you enjoy <3

anon’s request / link: click here

hmm.

you’ve never seen sylus this quiet before.

you’ve always known sylus to be the confident one—the serious, bold, intimidating man who always seems to have everything under control. he’s the one who teases you with his smooth, elegant words, who pulls you close with a charming smile that makes your heart race. but today, you decide it’s your turn to change things up.

he’s sitting quietly in the living room, reading a book with that focused expression he gets when he’s deep into something. you take a moment to watch him, admiring his handsome face and the way his silver hair falls over his forehead. you’ve never seen him look so calm, so peaceful. a playful idea forms in your mind, and before you can second-guess it, you move closer.

you slip into his lap without warning, wrapping your arms around his neck. his eyes widen, his crimson gaze meeting yours with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

“what are you doing?” he asks, his voice low and smooth, the usual edge of authority still there. you smile and lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“nothing,” you say softly, your lips brushing his skin. “just loving you.”

before he can respond, you kiss him again—this time on the other cheek, then on his jaw, your fingers threading through his silver hair. you can feel his body tense beneath you, his posture rigid like he’s not sure how to handle your sudden affection.

“you’re being... very forward,” he murmurs, his deep voice wavering slightly. clearly, he’s trying to keep his composure, but you can see the blush creeping up his cheeks, the way his eyes are flickering with uncertainty. it’s just so unlike him that it makes you giggle.

“i can’t help it,” you say, tightening your arms around him, your lips brushing against the corner of his mouth. “you’re just so handsome.” your voice is soft and sincere, and you watch as his confident mask slips just a little.

he swallows, his crimson eyes wide as he stares at you, clearly not used to you being this bold.

you decide to push him further, to see just how flustered you can make him. “i love you,” you whisper against his ear, your voice sweet and affectionate. you press a kiss to his temple, then his nose, then his lips. he freezes, his breath hitching, and you can feel the way his heartbeat racing against your chest.

“what has gotten into you?” sylus asks, his usual smooth tone cracking just a bit. he looks genuinely taken aback, his elegant words faltering as you continue to pepper his face with soft kisses. you giggle again, your fingers tracing small circles on the back of his neck.

“just loving you,” you say again, more firmly this time.

“you always take care of me, so now it’s my turn to show you how much you mean to me.” you smile, your eyes shining with warmth, and he blinks at you like he doesn’t quite understand what’s happening.

and that almost makes you burst out laughing.

keyword: almost.

“you’re... ridiculous,” he mutters, his voice low and unsteady, but there’s no real irritation in his tone—only a soft, shaky vulnerability. his hands settle on your waist, holding you like he’s afraid you might disappear. “you’re supposed to be the shy one, not me.”

you smile wider, leaning in to press your forehead against his. “maybe i’m tired of being shy,” you tease gently. “maybe i want you to be the one who blushes for once.”

his eyes narrow slightly, like he’s about to say something clever, but the words seem to catch in his throat. instead, he just stares at you, his crimson gaze searching your face, and you can tell he’s struggling to keep his usual composure. you feel a surge of affection for him—this strong, confident man who’s so easily undone by your love.

so you kiss him again, long and slow, your hands framing his face, your thumbs brushing over his high cheekbones. this time, he doesn’t resist. he melts into the kiss, his hands tightening on your waist, squeezing your flesh gently and you feel him shudder against you. when you finally pull back, his face is flushed, his breathing uneven, and he looks... shy. truly shy, like he’s never been before.

“you’re... unbelievable,” he says softly, his voice a little hoarse, his eyes half-lidded and warm. you can see the struggle in him—wanting to regain control, to be the calm and composed sylus that you know, but your gentle touches are making it impossible for him to act like his usual self.

and it drives him nervously crazy.

“so are you,” you reply, kissing his forehead. you can see him fighting the blush that’s spreading across his cheeks, his eyes glancing away like he’s embarrassed, and it makes your heart swell with warmth. you cup his face, guiding his gaze back to yours, and you can see the way he’s holding back a smile.

“you really are beautiful, you know that?” you say, your voice gentle and sincere. “i don’t tell you that enough.” you lean closer, pressing your lips to his ear. “you mean the world to me, sylus. i love you so much.”

you feel him tremble beneath you, his grip on your waist tightening, and you pull back just enough to see his expression—completely soft, completely open. he’s not trying to hide anymore, and there’s something incredibly sweet about seeing him this vulnerable, this undone by your love.

“you’re going to make me go insane,” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper, and there’s a rough, raw honesty in his tone that takes your breath away. he’s not used to being the one overwhelmed, but he’s not pushing you away, either. instead, he leans in, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes closing as he lets out a shaky breath.

“then let’s go insane together,” you say softly, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. he makes a soft sound, almost a whimper, and kisses you back—slow and deep and so full of emotion that it makes your heart skip a beat.

you pull away just enough to see his face—his eyes half-lidded, his cheeks a warm shade of pink, and his expression so soft it makes your chest ache.

“you don’t have to be perfect with me,” you whisper, brushing a strand of silver hair away from his forehead. “i love you just as you are.”

he’s quiet for a long moment, his gaze locked on yours, and then he smiles—a real, gentle smile that makes his ruby eyes shine. “i love you most, sweetie.” he says softly, his voice steady and sincere, and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard.

you smile back, feeling a warmth spread through your chest, and you hug him tight, burying your face in his shoulder. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close, and you can feel the way he’s finally letting go of that careful, controlled exterior. he’s just sylus now—your sylus, the one who loves you with all his heart, who isn’t afraid to show you his softer side.

oh, he’s so in love.

only with you.

just you, forever.

while you’re lost in the warmth of his hug, you suddenly feel his lips touch your shoulder. there’s a small, teasing pause, and then he gently nibbles at your skin—a light bite that makes you shiver. you gasp quietly, your heart fluttering with surprise, but before you can even react, he follows it with a soft, gentle kiss, pressing his lips where he cutely bit you. the touch is warm and comforting, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“sylus,” you whisper his name, a little surprised but mostly filled with affection, and he laughs quietly, the sound low and sweet. he’s still holding you close, his breath warm against your neck, and you can feel that he’s smiling—like he’s happy to share this new, tender closeness with you.

and deep down, that makes you giddy.

“i couldn’t resist,” he says in a soft whisper, his voice gentle and playful in your ear. his tone still carries a hint of his usual confidence, but it’s softer now. his arms pull you even closer, and you can feel the steady, comforting beat of his heart as you lean against his chest.

“you’re just too tempting,” he adds, his lips brushing your shoulder again. you can’t help but laugh softly, holding him tighter, your arms wrapped around his neck. you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek, feeling warmth spread through you—a feeling of love that fills every corner of your heart.

“and you,” you say softly, your voice full of love, “are absolutely perfect.”

he makes a quiet, happy sound, gently nuzzling his face into your neck. you can feel him smile against your skin, his warmth so close and comforting. his fingers start to trace gentle patterns on your back, moving slowly, and you can tell he’s calm and relaxed. his breathing slows, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, and you feel safe and happy in his arms.

you stay like that, wrapped up in each other’s embrace, for a long time. the room is quiet except for the sound of your breathing, and it feels like the rest of the world has disappeared. his strong, big arms keep you close, and you can feel every bit of him—the warmth of his chest, the softness of his breath, the way he holds you like he never wants to let go.

you lift your head slightly, just enough to look into his sweet eyes. there’s something more softer in them now, something that’s just for you.

only for you.

you lean in and press a gentle kiss to his lips, slow and warm, and he kisses you back, his hand moving up to cradle your cheek. you feel his thumb gently brush your skin, and he deepens the kiss, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you.

when you finally pull away, his forehead rests against yours, his eyes half-closed and his face relaxed. he looks softer, more open than ever before, and it makes your heart ache with love.

you give him one more quick kiss on the tip of his nose, making him chuckle softly. he tightens his arms around you, holding you so close that you can feel the warmth of his body all around you.

“i love you,” you whisper, and you say it again, over and over, softly against his skin—each “i love you” gentle and full of emotion. he closes his eyes, listening, and you feel the way he relaxes even more, like each word you say fills him with warmth.

he lets out a quiet sigh, pressing another kiss to your shoulder, and you can feel him melt into your touch. his strong, protective exterior has softened, and you can see a slight blush on his cheeks, a sign that he’s a little overwhelmed by all the affection you’re giving him. but he doesn’t move away. he just stays right there, holding you tightly, his face hidden in the crook of your neck, soaking up every bit of your love.

you don’t let go either. instead, you rest your head against his shoulder, feeling his warm breath fanning your skin while his fingers continue to gently stroke your back.

you’re both wrapped up in a safe, warm bubble where nothing else matters except the two of you, and you know that this—being with sylus, being this close—is all you’ll ever need. and you know, in that moment, that this is exactly where you belong—right here in his arms, loving him with all the warmth and affection he truly deserves.

[mandalhoerian]

if i had a nickel for every time a beloved childhood friend you grew up with "died" and became a villain with a metal arm i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice

[blueberrywrites]

Love and Deepspace | Caleb's Trailer

Guys, I'm not okay. I'm so ready for the angst but the betrayal hurts 😭 obviously I do think there is much more to this than it seems, always look underneath the underneath. This is going to be one hell of a ride.

[akutagawatomie]

He is just a silly handsome dragon

A gentle reminder that Sylus is actually a very dangerous man

And this is the very same dangerous man

[ilovemitsuya]

It is what it is chat…

[zylusmusings]

Zayne, whose fingers tremble while he holds your face tenderly in his hands, lets out a shaky exhale as his green-hazel eyes stare at your face. He notices the sun spots, the blemishes and scars and he loves each and every one of them. They’re spectacular and unique features that make them you, his obsession runs deep - his heart beats in sincerity and adoration for your ‘imperfections’ — they add to your beauty.

He’s almost overwhelmed by your presence, positively bewildered that he gets to call the beauty of venus and saturn, the magnificent miracles of the sun and the moon, his lover. And just how spoiled is he in this life to be given the privilege of holding this eighth wonder of the world in his two hands.

His two hands that are a map of different scars and countless stories of pain and anguish. And with you in his hands, Zayne marvels at this paradox.

“You… are everything,” he sighs, his head shaking subtly. “Not just to me. You are everything.” It was important to Zayne that you understood that — you could very well be a stranger to him — you would still be everything. The world would continue to turn, showered with the bliss of your kindness and courage. “I understand the world may be unkind yet it knows that it’ll be in penury if it were to be without you. Do you understand that, my Jasmine?” As attentive as he is while conducting surgery, he stares just as intently into your tear glazed ones, as if there are books written in the swirls of your orbs and he’s determined to learn and dissect every line. He wants to absorb it all, understand how such negative self-perception could ever dip its toes into your mind — you are so beautiful and wonderful (inside and out)!

But until he figures this impossible puzzle out, he’ll settle on bringing the cheer back into your eyes. Zayne is a healer in essence, evident in his occupation as well as this current moment.

His gentle caress is a medicine of its own, his loving words the sweetest treat to make up for the pain. “But if the world chooses to be ungrateful to you today, allow me to remind you that you are my anchor and rock. You have brought so much ease and grounding to my life. I simply wish to be the same for you.” His voice is barely over a whisper, he is determined to protect the fragile bubble you are in now. You are a strong and fearless person, no doubt about that, but tonight you are vulnerable, anxious and fragile — and that is okay. Zayne is here.

“Cry if you have to,” he nods reassuringly, delicately pulling your face to face his when you pull away, tightness bubbling in your chest at his shower of intense affection. “You cannot scare me away.” He repeats his actions and sentiment through words directly this time.

Your bottom lip quivers, and it doesn’t take long for the water works to begin. Zayne is your favourite place to be, and not just because of the last bite of dessert that he saves for you, the back massages he spoils you with after a long day of work (despite his own of hours-long surgeries) or the bills that he pays. But because he allows you to be craven once in awhile, to be imperfect, to tire… and love you all the same.

[lunawagner]

Caleb girlies are eating so good today~