#Sylus and Kitten❤️

[shatinn]

Love n Deepspace - Sylus: Night Of Secrecy - Nightly Rendezvous 3

[syluss-littlecrow]

size training with sylus

<slyus x fem!reader>

where you’re size training on Sylus’s dick. ❤️

genre/warnings: smut, pwp, big dick!sylus, size training, size kink, dear god sylus and his fat cock, breeding kink, unprotected sex, pet names, dacryphilia, it’s just sylus brain rot ❤️

w/c: 2K

a/n: I’m on Love & Deepspace fic tumblr! 😮 hope I’ll be welcomed nicely here haha. As a peace offering, this is my present to everyone (and especially the Sylus girlies)!

You shift your body slightly, trying to make yourself comfortable, on top of taking slow breaths, your heart fluttering at Sylus's soft voice coaxing you. 

"That's it. Take it slowly, kitten", his voice slow and deep in your ears. But you don't see the way he's shutting his eyes and biting his inner cheek every time you squeeze around him. He's trying to pace his breathing as well, but it feels so fucking good.

You whine softly against his bare chest, his heat radiating off you, his slender fingers stroking your hair slowly, and his other hand drawing soothing circles on your thighs. 

You don’t remember how it started, but your thoughts start to drift, recalling the times your mind would float whenever Sylus had his lips on yours with you straddling on his thick thighs. He would devour you, painfully slowly because he knows that’s what riles you up, and he definitely enjoys listening to your whimpers, your non-verbal pleas for him to do more to you. He’d make sure your lips are wet and messy once he’s done with you, his touches teasing and light against your skin. Sylus secretly wants you to beg for it, because he knows that he’d give in to you in a heartbeat. His fingers would cup yours that were on his chest, and the look he would give you reset all the butterflies in your stomach. You would feel his thick erection, hidden under the thin silk black bathrobe he’d always wear against your clothed pussy, and dear god, he’s so fucking big. But before you could ask, Sylus would trail his fingers to tease your wet clit and pussy, soaking in your adorable reactions he swears is enough to get him off, erasing the question of wanting him to fuck you off your brain when the pleasure from his fingers tingles through your body. 

Sylus doesn’t pride himself as a generous being, but he thinks he’s always generous enough for you. He realises he enjoys having his face in between your legs, making you squirm, listening to you sob when he overstimulates you with his tongue, making sure his tongue presses and grazes fully on your clit while he listens to you fall apart, his crimson eyes locked onto you while he holds you down to take whatever he’s giving you. 

He’s good at distracting you like that whenever you want to bring up the question of fucking. 

This time though? Through your wet lashes from the overstimulation and hazy thoughts, all you were craving for was just to be fucked stupid by Sylus. Your hand reached out and pushed against his head. Sylus pulled back slightly, confused for a moment. 

“What is it, sweetie?” He paused, his hands trailing up and down your thighs. 

Your mind slowly clears, but your pussy is still pulsing from him tongue fucking you.

“Need you to fuck me, Sylus. Please. I don’t think I can take it any longer.”

Sylus is momentarily taken aback by your demand, but he realises he can’t keep holding it off, mostly because there’s only so much longer he’s able to hold back, especially when you’re begging for him like that. 

“I don’t think-“

“I can take it”, you muttered stubbornly, yanking your partner towards you. You shift yourself above him, straddling his thighs, just shy of his appendage. 

As much as your determination is endearing, Sylus knows your comfort should come first. And he knows very well that his cock isn’t gonna fit into you in one go, so he decides to let you gauge it for yourself—putting your hands into the string of his robe, gesturing you to loosen it. 

And you do, your gaze flickering from his cool expression to his silk robe sliding off his body when you untie the string. 

You swallow hard when his cock comes into view—thick, long and heavy, the tip red with a wet sheen of precum. Yeah, that’s definitely not gonna fit in you in one go. You and him solely being just wet enough wasn’t going to cut it. 

Nonetheless, you’re still determined. Your eyes meet his gaze and an idea pops into his head. 

He intertwines his fingers with yours.

“Tell you what, sweetie. I’ll fit into you slowly. Doesn’t matter how much you can take, I just want to make sure you’re comfortable when you’re doing so.”

“But-“

He presses his lips on the back of your hand. 

“I’ll be fine. You trust me, right?”

You nod, watching the way his eyes soften before you. 

So there you are, lying on your side, facing Sylus, your cunt trying to adjust to his cock as he stretches you open. It’s been a couple of days since you’ve been size training with your partner. It started off with getting his cockhead in, and that was already making you hitch your breath. Then inch by inch he sinks into you from then. He’d let you cock warm him like that and it never failed to leave you so full one session after the next. 

It’d been seven days, and you barely pushed through three-quarters of his girth. Initially, Sylus still could tease you while you tried to take his cock, but as he sunk deeper into you after each session, it started getting harder for him to maintain his composure—every twitch, every squeeze—had him digging his fingers into his palm, clenching against his silk pillow and breathing a little harder. 

He huffs once more when he feels you clench around his cock. 

“If you’re gonna keep clenching around me like that, Kitten, I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it.”

You glance up, watching the way Sylus’s platinum hair becoming a tousled mess against the pillow. His crimson eyes cast to meet yours, his lips pulled into a slight frown. 

“I can’t help it”, you reply, suddenly feeling self-conscious. 

You hear Sylus hiss slightly once more when he twitches inside you. 

“Do you think you could fit another inch in?” It almost comes off as a beg. 

You inhale shakily, shifting yourself further downwards, taking another inch of his cock. The both of you gasp at the sensation. 

You freeze at the thickness. How far down are you already?

“You’re almost all the way in, Kitten”, Sylus whispers, almost as if he heard your thoughts. His breathing is growing heavier by the second, and he’s forcing himself to hold back from just thrusting the remainder of his cock in. It’s dangling over him like his favourite prey. 

His thumb strokes against yours, trying to distract you from the pressure on top of pressing your forehead with kisses, singing you soft praises.

Your mind is gradually turning more hazy with Sylus’s cock taking up the majority of your thoughts, on top of his body soap that’s been creeping into your olfactory senses. The more Sylus inches his cock into you, the more he’s pressing onto your g-spot, and the more it’s starting to make you see stars whenever you blink. You’re growing so sensitive that you’re feeling every throb Sylus’s cock is giving you. 

Your hand is on his arm, trying to ground yourself from the slight soreness. Another strained whimper when Sylus pushes him deeper into your pussy. Slick leaks from your pussy and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Sylus. 

Another kiss to your temple, another circle drawing session on your thigh.

“Do you want me to go all the way in?” 

Your toes curl.

“I can take it.”

So Sylus inches his cock right to the hilt, knocking the wind out of you. 

Tears are prickling at the corner of your eyes, but oh god you do feel so good. 

“How are you feeling, sweetie?”

You hiccup softly. “So full.”

He chuckles. “Such a good girl.” The vibrations of his light laughter only press his tip further onto your g-spot, and it’s making your thighs shake from the impending orgasm. 

“D-don’t move so much, Sylus. You’re gonna make me—“ you try to bury your head into his chest but he stops you with his fingers in your chin. 

“Make you what?” 

He intentionally shifts, and his cockhead hits your sensitive spots again, sending fireworks into your eyelids, and a strained moan. Sylus seems to enjoy your reactions, because then he flips you to your back, his large frame looming over you, forcing you to look up at him with your legs folded, and still with his cock in you. 

Oh no. 

Sylus looks down at you with the faintest glint of softness in his eyes before it completely disappears, now just hunger seeping through the red. 

“Sylus!-“ you gasp, his fullness penetrating into you again, this time easily, considering the wet and sopping mess you’ve made around his cock. 

He only hums in reply, then pulling out slightly before he pushes into you again. He’s found your sweet spots, and he’s not letting it go that easily. 

The knot in your stomach pulls tight, and it’s making you tear up in sheer pleasure. You’re barely able to meet Sylus’s eyes, not when he’s fucking into you and has your head thrown back while you’re fighting to keep your eyelids open. 

It builds and builds. Sylus probably realises it from how much you’re just pulsing on his cock. His thumb rests at the corner of your lips and you let him slip in, your glazed out eyes meeting his. It makes his heart flutter when you’re completely undone like this for him, but he’ll never admit it, at least, not yet. 

“Gonna cum. Fuck, it’s so much, Sylus-“ you whimper before your mind completely melts away. 

“Release all you want on me, sweetie. That’s my good girl.”

That’s enough to send you over the edge—your orgasm hitting you like waves, tingling through your body like electricity, the pleasure eating you up over and over again. Sylus watches affectionately while you fall apart on his cock—the way you’re writhing and squirming, the way his name leaves your lips after every moan, the way your pussy creams so much on his cock. He thinks he’s doomed because he never gonna get enough. 

“Looks like a little kitten made a mess”, Sylus teases. He watches the way cream pools at the base of his cock when he pulls out slightly, only to thrust back into you again. His eyes flutter shut at the tight warmth eating him up, groans replacing his words. 

“Now, can I make a mess in you?” 

Your watery eyes meet his, and he’s equally about to lose all composure. You cup his cheeks, taking him by surprise, before giving him a quick peck on the corner of his lips, and then you nod. Said corner of his lips lift in satisfaction at your approval.

He’s just ready to ruin you. 

His strokes become more heavy, the overstimulation shutting your brain off. Nothing but pleasure is surging through your nerves now. You’re even holding up your legs so Sylus can fuck you deeper. 

“Now be a good girl and take all of it”, he mutters huskily, burying his face against the crook of your neck, his eyes snapped shut and his eyebrows furrowed. 

Despite the fact that you don’t get to see the way Sylus’s face contorts in pleasure when his orgasm hits him, his groans right in your ears serve you satisfied for now while thick white spurts into your abused pussy, filling you up all the way, some seeping past your plugged hole. 

You don’t realise how much you’ve clawed down Sylus’s back while he was emptying himself into you. 

Well, he doesn’t need to know anyway. 

Sylus stays above you for a moment, the both of you catching your breaths. He still has the energy to plant more bites on your neck while you stroke his hair. 

He pulls back to look at your face properly, and all you can think of is how fucking good he looks post-fuck—messy, sweaty, and so fucking delicious-looking. His fingers brush away your strands of hair, and his thumb caresses your bottom lip. 

“You’re truly gonna be the death of me, sweetie.”

[sushiyuzu]

tipsy

warning: fluff — sylus getting drunk on wine while spending time with you 🍷❤️

- second acc: @blushpawss

clink.

“you’re pouring more?” you raised an eyebrow, watching as sylus gracefully tipped the bottle of red wine into your glass and then his, the deep liquid swirling like velvet under the candlelight.

“just one more glass,” he said with that familiar, smooth voice of his, the tone always so composed, so refined. sylus never really let loose, always the picture of elegance and control. but tonight... tonight felt different.

you both had been sipping wine for the past hour, the conversation flowing as easily as the drink. it had started off casual enough, talking about your day, his business dealings, the usual banter. but now, you were starting to notice the slight pink tint on his cheeks, and the way his eyes seemed just a bit more glazed than usual.

you narrowed your eyes playfully. “are you... drunk?”

sylus raised his glass to his lips, pausing mid-sip as he glanced at you, one brow arched in challenge. “i don’t get drunk,” he said, his voice still smooth, though a little slower than usual.

“oh really?” you smirked, setting your glass down as you leaned closer to him. “because you’re looking a little... tipsy.”

he blinked at you, his eyes slightly unfocused before a slow, lopsided smile spread across his lips—a smile that wasn’t his usual polished one. this was different. softer. and, dare you say, a little sloppy.

“i am perfectly in control,” sylus said, setting his glass down with a little more force than necessary. he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms like he was trying to prove a point, but instead of his usual graceful composure, it just made him look... well, adorably drunk.

you burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer. “you are so drunk.”

“i am not!” he protested, his voice rising in pitch slightly, which only made you laugh harder. he frowned at you, but even his frown seemed less intimidating and more... pouty. “i’m... i’m still perfectly capable of making logical decisions.”

“yeah? like what?” you teased, leaning your elbow on the table, resting your chin in your hand as you gave him an amused look.

he paused, clearly trying to think of something, his brow furrowing in concentration. but after a long moment, he just blinked, looking utterly lost, and then gave a defeated sigh. “fine. maybe... maybe i’ve had a bit too much.”

you grinned triumphantly. “i knew it!”

he narrowed his eyes at you, but there was no real heat in them. “you think you’re so clever, don’t you, kitten?”

“maybe.” you shrugged, still giggling softly. “but it’s kinda cute seeing you like this.”

sylus gave you a look, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “cute? i am not cute.”

“oh, you so are,” you shot back, unable to resist the urge to poke him gently in the side. “especially when you’re all flushed and tipsy like this.”

before you knew it, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer. “you think you can tease me?” he said, his voice lower now, his breath warm against your cheek as he leaned in, that lopsided smile still in place. “you should know better than to challenge me.”

“oh, is that so?” you laughed, feeling your heart race a little as his fingers slid gently down your arm, his touch light and teasing.

“mhmm,” he hummed, his face now inches from yours, his eyes half-lidded. “maybe i’m not in complete control, but that doesn’t mean i can’t still make you blush.”

you raised an eyebrow, challenging him. “you think you can make me blush?”

“i know i can,” sylus said softly, his voice taking on that familiar smoothness, but with a playful edge now. he leaned in even closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “you’re already turning pink.”

you swallowed, your breath catching a little as his warm breath tickled your skin. “you’re imagining things.”

“am i?” he pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours, filled with that playful challenge. “let’s see about that.”

before you could react, sylus suddenly stood up, wobbling a little as he did so. you stifled a giggle, watching as he tried to maintain his balance, his usual elegance faltering for the first time. without warning, he took your hand and tugged you to your feet, pulling you into his arms.

“dance with me,” he said, though it wasn’t really a question.

you blinked up at him, caught off guard by the sudden request. “what? now?”

“yes, now,” he insisted, his voice soft but firm, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer against him. “i want to dance with you.”

you chuckled, placing your hands on his chest as you looked up at him. “you can barely stand, sylus.”

“nonsense,” he said, his voice taking on that elegant tone again, though it was clearly affected by the wine. “i can dance just fine.”

he started to sway, his grip on you a little looser than usual, but there was something endearing about it. the way he tried to maintain his composure, even when he was clearly tipsy and not fully in control.

you let out a soft laugh, leaning your head against his chest as you swayed with him. “you’re impossible, you know that?”

“i know,” he murmured, his voice soft and fond. “but you love me anyway.”

you smiled, your heart warming at his words. “yeah, i do.”

he tightened his arms around you, his chin resting on top of your head now as you both swayed slowly to the nonexistent music. for a moment, everything was quiet and peaceful, the warmth of his body against yours, the soft glow of the candles casting gentle shadows across the room.

“you’re everything to me,” sylus whispered after a while, his voice low and sincere.

you lifted your head slightly to look up at him, surprised by the sudden seriousness in his tone. his crimson eyes were soft, his gaze steady despite the slight haze from the wine.

“sylus...” you whispered, feeling your heart skip a beat at the way he was looking at you.

he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before resting his cheek against the top of your head again. “i mean it,” he said quietly. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

you felt a lump form in your throat, your arms tightening around him as you pressed closer. “i’m not going anywhere,” you whispered, your voice soft but firm.

he smiled softly against your hair, his breath warm on your skin. “good.”

and just like that, the teasing, the playfulness—it all melted away, leaving only the quiet, deep affection that always lingered between you two. sylus, who was always so composed, so in control, was letting himself be vulnerable with you, even in his tipsy state. and you loved him all the more for it.

“you’re a softie when you’re drunk,” you teased gently, your voice light but filled with affection.

“only with you,” he murmured, his voice filled with warmth. “only ever with you, my beloved.”

[deepspacelxver]

Clingy Sylus

Sylus was always a bit clingy. Even before you two officially started dating he had always been more than enthusiastic to have you by his side. But now that you were official, his need to have you by his side was constant.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

You were sitting at your desk finishing some work when your phone buzzed. Checking the caller ID you saw that it was none other than your boyfriend, Sylus.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep right now? It’s too early for you to be getting into trouble.” You teased.

“You always seem to think I’m up to no good kitten. Have you ever thought that I might be calling because I miss you?” He taunts back.

“Still, you’re usually in bed by now. Don’t you think it’s a bit late to be missing me?” You say while putting away some folders.

“I could say the same about you. I thought we agreed on fixing your sleep schedule, no more work or coffee after 8 pm. And if I’m guessing I’d have to say you’ve broken both those rules by now. ”

You eye the empty mug on your desk then hop up out of your seat to look out the window.

“Have you been sending Mephisto to spy on me again? And don’t turn this around on me, we were talking about you!”

Sylus chuckles, “Don’t worry sweetie, I haven’t been spying much, I just know you too well.”

You roll your eyes silently. “Anyway back to what I was saying, why are you awake?”

Silence fills the room for a moment before Sylus quietly mumbles, “I can’t sleep… without you.”

You softened at his words, but quickly regained composure as you knew where this was heading. “Sy, you know I cant-“

“Please come over kitten, I miss you.” He pleaded into the phone.

“I have work tomorrow! I can’t miss it and you know that.” You scolded.

“Come on sweetie, just tonight? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” You could practically see the smirk he had on his face.

While the thought of having Sylus hold and caress you in all sorts of place excited you, you had a special mission tomorrow and Captain Jenna would surely have your head if you called off work again.

“I’m sorry Sy, you know I’d love to but this mission is really important and-“

“How much?”

Confused you questioned, “What?”

“How much kitten? I’ll pay anything to get over here and by my side tonight.” He was on the edge now. “We don’t have to do anything, all I want is to hold you close next to me and I’ll pay any amount of money to make that happen.”

“You know I’m not some thing you can rent whenever you please right? I have my own schedule too!” You reproached, slightly offended at his offer to “buy” your time.

He sighed, “I’m sorry Sweetie, I only meant that I’d do absolutely anything to hold you in my arms for a few hours.”

Feeling guilty for your small outburst you apologized, “Of course, I’m sorry. But I just can’t make it tonight Sy…”

“Not even if I won you all those plushies you wanted from the claw machine?”

“Not even if you won me all those plushies” you laughed

Another defeated sigh could be heard through the other side. “Alright alright. Could you at least grant me the pleasure of staying on the phone until I fall asleep though?”

You chuckled lightly, “Of course Sylus.”

[comatosebunny09]

quickie | sylus

summary: you don't know what's amiss. but you're plucking the wine glass from his hand without thinking, setting it atop the coffee table with a soft clink alongside yours. smile pretty, leaning in all slow for a taste of his lips. warnings: smut, alcohol, female anatomy described, fwb (?), oral, unprotected p-in-v, reader has hair, fluids, cervix fxcking, dirty talk, praise, size kink, light choking notes: i'm sorry. ovulation week continues. thank you for reading this. ❤️❤️❤️

It starts off pretty tame.

With two friends seated on a couch in your living room, sharing wine, laughter, and stories of past missions gone awry. 

He has your feet in his lap, massaging them. Can't keep his eyes off you, the firelight from the mantle flickering over your visage, adding to the romance of it all. 

He's smoothing his hands up and down your leg. Grows bolder with each pass over your thigh, kneading the flesh until it craters. Smirks in that way that bleeds sex when you catch him, not at all ashamed or shrouding his intentions.

The mood shifts, the air charged with something heavy. You don't know what's amiss. Maybe it's the alcohol coloring your veins, emboldening you. But you pluck the wine glass from his hand, setting it atop the coffee table with a soft clink alongside yours. Smile pretty, leaning in all slow to sample the taste of his lips.

He encourages you. Tenderly cups the nape of your neck, sighing hot into your mouth. You move like two lovers entangled in a waltz. It's as natural as day sliding into night, and red wine tastes much better when it comes from him.

You grow more confident in your approach, easing your hand down the rigid pane of his body as you push your tongue into his sweltering mouth. He groans something hoarse. Croaky like the crackle of a fire, drawing you closer with an arm snaked around your waist.

You don’t relinquish the seal of your mouths as he tugs you onto his lap. The kiss grows more heated. Tongues twining, teeth gnashing. There’s a hand fisted in your hair. His chest heaves with unrestrained desire. Palms roam to your waist as you shallowly grind against him, his arousal making itself known between your legs.

With a gruff chuckle, he fastens you to him with one hand. Eases you both off the couch to the floor where you straddle him, pulling away from his mouth to stipple his jaw and throat with kisses. 

He sighs, craning his neck back. Chuckles, his Adam’s apple bobbing against your lips. You nip at his carotid, fingers making easy work of the fastenings to his dress shirt. He feels so good, all hot and pliant like this, palms molded to your ass, coaxing you to undulate your hips against him. 

You peel back, and he follows your cue, maneuvering your bodies until he’s lying back on his elbows. Watches you through hooded, expectant eyes, his once carefully coiffed hair falling down to frame his cheeks.

You’re devious. Slide down the sprawl of his body, kissing, sucking. You nip his pecs, drawing the prettiest sounds from him. Lick his nipple into your mouth, and he bucks against you on instinct, losing himself to the hot draw of your mouth. 

You pay his other nipple the same homage. Trail love bites down his torso, sampling the salty tang of his abs as you lick between the dips and grooves down to his navel. He chuckles, ticklish, propped on one elbow whilst using his other hand to smooth some hair away from your face.

You’re at his waist now, and you lock eyes as you press your cheek against his clothed cock. Nuzzle it like a needy kitten, and he watches you with his eyes sliding into a lustful shade of burgundy. His palm frames your jaw, and he thumbs your bottom lip, smearing your lip gloss and drawing your mouth open. 

He wordlessly gives you his consent. Lets you unravel the buckles, buttons, and zipper of his slacks without contest. Lifts his hips, helping you slide his pants and briefs down, just enough for his cock to spring free and bounce against his abdominals.

Saliva puddles in your cheeks. The head shines with a pretty bead of pre, and the warm, musky scent he exudes is so inherently Sylus. His mouth curls around a silent ‘o’ when you test the waters. Lick languidly up the underside of his shaft towards his mushroomed head, and he pulsates so nicely against your tongue. 

Quietly, you maneuver yourself into a more comfortable position between his legs once you’ve slid his pants off his ankles. You grab him at his base, licking the briny pre-spend into your mouth. Dip your tongue into his slit for another taste. He shudders, and a hand instinctively eases into the hair at the crown of your head. You giggle something innocent, thinking he’s just the cutest thing.

His gaze reads, ‘Don’t tease me’ before you take him into the torrid cavern of your mouth. Suck the throbbing head first before gradually sinking him deeper inside, loving the familiar pulse of forked veins in your mouth. You stroke the flesh where your mouth can’t reach with your hand because he’s massive and thick.

He tempers the pace of your sucking. Ruts into the tight squeeze of your throat, occasionally holding your head in place so you can agitate your gag reflexes. And you choke so nicely for him, coughing around his girth until spit and pre-spend bubble at the base of his dick. 

“So good,” he commends through pursed, spit-slicked lips. “So fucking good. You take me so deep, sweetheart. Mm, just like that.”

His praise is music to your ears. Makes your pussy throb, and you’re reaching between your legs to assuage the pulse of your clit as he fucks your mouth in earnest. 

His moans grow sparse as time passes. Hips roll like waves kissing the shore, and you know by the tightening of his muscles that he’s close. You’re about to finish him off with a flex of your tonsils, but he has a fistful of your hair, pulling your mouth off him with a lewd pop.

Globs of saliva connect your mouth to his cock, and you inhale like surfacing from a pool, a drunken, fucked-out swirl to your eyes. 

He bites his bottom lip. Taps his weighted dick against your tongue, groaning low and throaty at the sight.

“C’mere,” he croons. And without missing a beat, you climb up to straddle him once more like the obedient little thing you are. 

He rucks your panties to one side, exposing your leaking cunt and swollen labia. You roost your hands on his chest to steady yourself. Grind experimentally against his shaft, the sensation on your clit making your body pulse and your head fly back.

“That’s my girl,” he coos. Traps one of your nipples between his fingers through the thin layer of your dress while his other thumb brushes through your folds. He curls a palm around your nape, snatching you down for a kiss that’s sloppy and briny with the tang of his pre-cum. 

He grips your thigh to widen your legs. Rolls his hips until the head of his dick teases the sticky, slutty pucker of your pussy. You moan into his mouth, his thumb pushing against your larynx as he tempts you with the prospect of choking you.

“Wanna fuck me, sweetheart? Hmm?”

You nod all too quickly, and he huffs a laugh, spreading your ass cheeks until your pussy squelches with his cockhead fully sucked into the warm clench of your cunt. 

You groan in tandem at the union of your bodies, his voice strained with the effort of entering you. 

He sinks into you with shallow, sticky thrusts until he’s all the way in, kissing the crown of your cervix with the head of his dick. You lean back with your hands perched his knees, bouncing on his lap once you’re acquainted with his size. He meets you halfway, fingers clasped around your ankles, and he fucks up into you until a viscous cream of your nectar adorns his base.

“Take me, baby. Take me,” he dotes, entranced by the sight of you riding him so effortlessly.

The sound of skin meeting skin and heated sighs stain the air. He grits his teeth while you ride him. Loses himself to the hot suction of your pussy. To the way your tits bounce once he’s tugged the neckline of your dress beneath them and the sinful noises you make. 

He reaches up gradually to shove his thumb in your mouth. Your tongue curls around it, and you peer down at him through heavy lids, loving the way he feels stroking in and out. He’s such a pretty mess, that carefully constructed composure he usually boasts thrown to hell. Given all to you, only to you.

You’ve lost sense of time. Not sure how long you’ve been at this, fucking like two beasts in heat. The telltale throbbing of his cock lets you know that he’s close. And you dredge a bitten-off sound from his chest when you constrict your walls around him, quickening his descent into madness.

He leans up on his elbows. Closes a hand around your throat and squeezes. Mouth hinges open, his scarlet eyes swimming through syrup.

“I’m gonna…fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he pants, spurring you onward as you fuck him faster, your pussy hiccupping with the threat of your own release.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” he breathlessly chants, the tendons in his jaw flexing.

He suddenly grows quiet. Angles his head back, and he shudders as you drag his orgasm from him. He paints the channel of your sex with hot spurts of cum. So much that it leaks down the sides of his dick, puddling in the neat patch of hair bordering it. 

He pumps into you until he’s overstimulated and you’ve thoroughly milked him. He tugs you down into a lazy kiss when he seeps back into his skin. Thumbs your nipples, softening inside you.

Sylus is a considerate lover. He knows you’ve yet to reach your peak, so he keeps your lips sealed to his while he plays with your clit. Pinches, rubs, pulls. Swallows your moans, stroking and thumbing until you’re pulsing and throbbing and quaking around his dick with your release.

You share a laugh like two enthralled lovers as you curl into him, his heart beating steadily beneath your cheek. He soothingly combs through your hair as the firelight dances over your intertwined bodies, whispering the sweetest things into the night like you both aren’t a sticky, sweaty mess of limbs and sin.

[snowballseal]

hihiiii I adoreee your writing, it’s so good! genuinely so fun to read. if it’s not too much trouble, could I possibly request some sylus fluff?

maybe something along the lines of MC craving lots of affection/being a bit clingy towards him and just wanting to be near him after a while of being apart?

absolutely no rush or obligations if this doesn’t exactly pique your interest!! have a lovely day ❤️

Soft

Sylus X Reader (LaDS)

Summary: Just a little fic of you and Sylus reuniting after a while apart. You doesn't want to be apart from him and he obliges.

Word Count: 818

Note: Hi anon! I know this isn't super long, but I hope you like it! I love describing how soft Sylus can be for MC, and it felt like a cute, simple piece. I can write something longer if you'd like, just let me know!

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“Sylus!”

The man lets out a low chuckle as you practically throw yourself at him. He catches you with practiced ease, arms wrapping securely around your waist as he spins you around. It’s like one of those cheesy romance flicks, other travelers rushing around you to greet their own waiting families, a bubbly yet tired kind of mirth warming the frigid, fall air.

It had been a month since you’d seen Sylus. A long, grueling, horrible month. While you love your job, you hate the extended training camps you have to attend every few years. Always in the middle of nowhere. Always with limited contact with the outside world. Limited contact with Sylus.

You don’t know how many nights you spent staring at the blank walls of your tiny dorm room, sleep nowhere to be found when all you could think about was how much you missed his touch, his warmth, him. It was like being terribly homesick, and all you wanted was to be back in his arms.

And now you are.

Even when your feet touch the ground again, you don’t want to let go. And neither does Sylus. His arms stay curled around your waist, face tucked against your hair as he pulls you impossibly closer, just breathing you in. You all but melt into his warmth, nuzzling against his chest with a happy, content noise.

“My, my, it seems my little kitten missed me,” he murmurs, low and teasing against your ear. You can practically hear the smirk curling his lips.

“Can you blame me?” You draw back a fraction to pout up at him. Those vermillion eyes glint down at you with a smug amusement, but you don’t mind fanning his ego a little right now. “We barely even got the chance to talk on the phone. It was awful and cold and exhausting. I don’t know why they wanted us training in the north, we were all just a bunch of sad popsicles.”

“Mm, sounds quite tragic,” Sylus hums, the corners of his eyes crinkling ever so slightly. Your theatrics are endearing, and who is he to not play along? Hands tracing slowly up and down your waist, Sylus gives you a look of teasing sympathy, “Poor kitten. Perhaps I should take you home and find a way to warm you up, hm?”

Home. God, you love the sound of that. You’re home. With him. The thought fills your chest with a fluttering sort of excitement.

“Home sounds perfect,” you sigh, nuzzling back into him with an absolutely giddy smile. “Just, don’t let me go, mkay?”

The man softens and for a moment, he’s not Sylus the leader of Onychinus. He’s just Sylus. Your Sylus.

You make him different. You turn him into something soft, something tender, with your love. Like a balm soothing his sharp edges, his harsh nature. He never thought himself capable of such gentleness until he held you, until he felt the plushness of your body in his hands. Even though you are one of Linkon’s most capable hunters, something in him desires to treat you like porcelain, something otherwise vicious and bloody. Like a feral dog, licking your chin, body curved to be small and nonthreatening despite the sharpness of its fangs pressed against your skin.

And you never once flinched. Never once pulled away from his hands, even when his grip would edge on painful, even when his teeth would sink into your skin with a sinful need to possess something so soft, so sweet.

Though, he’ll play nice tonight, seeing as your body curls so tiredly into his, practically all your weight in his arms.

“Alright, sweetie,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple, “I accept your conditions. You won’t have to worry about anything tonight, I’ll take good care of you.”

You hum your approval, though it sounds more like a purr. A smirk dancing across his lips, Sylus leans down and curls an arm under you, lifting you like you weigh nothing. He grabs your bag with his other hand, and starts back towards his motorcycle.

You forget all about the cold that night. Even the soreness in your muscles seems to fade away as you lay curled against Sylus’ side on his couch, a large, fluffy blanket thrown over the both of you, some movie humming quietly in the background.

And Sylus keeps his word. Not once does he let you go. Even when you start to yawn, eyelids heavy with sleep, Sylus simply lays out across the couch and drags you over his body, until you can stretch out like a cat over his chest. He keeps an arm locked around your waist, making sure you won’t fall as you finally, finally give in to the sleep your body so desperately needs.

It’s perfect.

He’s perfect.

And you hope you never have to go on another blasted training mission again.

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I'll be real, I think my personal headcannon is that Sylus is like a feral yet loyal dog. I use the comparison a lot, I feel. Like, he can be vicious and wild, but he'd bow for you, he'd get himself killed for you (if he could lol). He would have a loyalty so unwavering, and that's terrifying in a way. But also? Kinda sexy 👀

[syluslnd]

hii i have a few requests i hope you dont mind 🥺🫶 feel free to pick to do any if they have not been done yet, they are kinda mostly prompts though 😭

sylus with a streamer/gamer s/o. like those fics where the fans go crazy when sylus shows up in the camera out of nowhere or hearing his voice. and sylus just being supportive about their hobby 😞❤️

sylus reaction when they have a cosplayer s/o, especially when they come home every day and they meet a new character daily or every other day 😭🤣

sylus reaction when s/o gets period stains during their date

sylus with s/o who cant cook but not the those exaggerated types where they burn the whole kitchen, they just didnt learn how to cook, but can do the bare minimum of helping like slicing and stuff and very easy recipes (projecting because i can't cook but am helpful 😭)

when you get your period mid date

The evening had started off perfectly. You and Sylus were sitting across from each other in one of the fanciest restaurants in town, your skin-tight dress fitting you like a glove. The low lights, soft music and clinking of glasses around you added to the elegance of the night. Sylus looked especially handsome tonight, his gaze on you steady and smoldering and his signature teasing smile made your heart flutter.

Everything was going smoothly—that is, until you felt that familiar pang low in your abdomen. You froze, hoping it was just nerves. But then, you felt a sinking dread as the sensation intensified. Trying not to panic, you excused yourself, offering Sylus a nervous smile. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Take your time, sweetie” he replied with a slight smirk. “Don’t go missing me too much.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, giving him a quick wave before heading to the bathroom. But once you were inside, your worst fear was confirmed: a noticeable stain had appeared on the back of your dress. Panic bubbled up in your chest as you stared at your reflection in the mirror, mortified. This wasn’t just any dress, either; it was a pale color, practically a magnet for accidents.

Not knowing what else to do, you took a shaky breath and pulled out your phone, dialing Sylus’s number with trembling fingers. He picked up on the first ring.

“Miss me already?” His voice was laced with humor, but you could practically hear the smile on his face.

“Sylus” you whispered, cringing at how shaky you sounded. “Can you… um… can you come to the bathroom? I need your help. It’s an emergency.”

There was a beat of silence. “Are you hurt, kitten?”

“No! No, not hurt” you stammered, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Just…my period..I’m stained!”

“Got it. Stay right there, I’m coming.” He hung up and you leaned against the counter, waiting anxiously. But as the seconds ticked by, you began to feel more and more self-conscious. What was taking him so long?

After what felt like an eternity, the bathroom door finally opened and there stood Sylus—with a designer shopping bag in his hand. You blinked, trying to process the sight.

“Sylus, what…?” You trailed off, completely baffled.

He smirked, holding up the bag. “What? Did you think I was going to leave my sweetie hanging?” He stepped forward, setting the bag down on the counter. “Got you a new dress. I figured you wouldn’t want to be seen with… you know.” He gestured vaguely, clearly trying to spare you any embarrassment.

Your jaw dropped, both at his thoughtfulness and at the brand-name logo on the bag. “Wait, you actually bought me a new dress? From there?” you asked, pointing out the door, toward the designer store just across the street.

He shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Seemed like the right call. Plus, I got to take my time picking something pretty for you.” His smirk widened. “Had to make sure it’d look perfect on my kitten.”

You let out a small laugh, overwhelmed with relief and gratitude, though your cheeks burned at the thought of him going out of his way for this. “Sylus, I… I don’t know what to say.”

“How about you say you’ll wear it and let me get back to showing you off to the rest of the place?” he teased, handing the bag to you.

You reached for it, heart racing as you peeked inside. The dress was stunning, a rich, deep color that would look amazing on you, with a soft fabric that looked comfortable enough to help you feel more at ease.

“Sylus” you murmured, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Thank you.”

He leaned down, brushing a soft kiss over your forehead. “Anything for you, sweetie” he replied, his voice softer, his teasing tone gone for just a moment.

You felt your chest warm and you tried to look away, but he gently turned your face back toward him. “Hey, don’t get all shy on me now” he said, his smirk returning. “It’s cute, though. Didn’t know I could get my girl so flustered.”

You laughed, half-embarrassed and half-touched and stepped back toward the stall to change. “I’ll be right back” you promised, disappearing inside and slipping on the new dress. When you stepped out, you felt a little self-conscious, smoothing the fabric over your hips.

Sylus’s gaze met yours, his eyes lighting up with admiration. “Beautiful” he said simply, letting his gaze linger as if he were committing the sight to memory.

You felt your cheeks warm under his gaze but a smile crept onto your face as you looked at him. “Think we can go back and pretend like none of this happened?”

He chuckled, offering his arm with a grin. “Of course, kitten. I’ll even let you hold onto the bag—it’s yours, after all.”

You laughed, taking his arm, feeling a surge of confidence as he led you back to your table. Sylus didn’t just make you feel taken care of; he made you feel cherished, like every little detail about you was worth his time.

And as you settled back into your seat, he gave you a wink. “Next time, just call me sooner. Anything to keep my kitten comfortable, you know?”

You smiled, knowing he meant every word. The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter, stolen glances, and soft whispers and for the first time, you didn’t feel an ounce of insecurity—you were just glad to have Sylus by your side

[gay-dorito-dust]

I love ur writing sm omg- so glad you’re writing for lads too!! ❤️❤️❤️

Sorry to add to your pile but could u do a thing for sylus (and maybe zayne if that’s ok) with an S/o that always asking lil questions like “can i kiss u”, “can I sit on ur lap”, “are u sure I can use ur card”, or just silent and shy physical cues like holding their fingers when s/o wants to hold hands ?

I hope that makes sense 😭

Sylus finds your innocent requests of simply wanting to sit on his lap, kiss him, little things that he believes you didn’t have to ask to do and he’ll remind you of such when he effortlessly pulls you into his lap one day.

‘You know you don’t have to ask for permission kitten, you can just take what you want from me instead.’ He tells you as he places one of his hands on your waist, thumbs caressing your skin over the fabric of your shirt.

‘I don’t want to take advantage of you.’ You trailed off, lowering your head out of a need to not look into his observant crimson eyes, but you should’ve known better if you though Sylus was going to allow you to avoid eye contact with him, only realising your mistake the moment you felt your lover grip your chin and brining your eyes back to meet his smirking face.

‘If you wanting to kiss me, sit on my lap and hold my hand is you taking advantage of me, then who knows what you’d think when desiring the more scandalous and intimate aspects of our relationship.’ He chuckles as he leaned forwards to kiss you on the lip, biting your bottom lip playfully and tugging it before pulling back to see your cute expression. God he couldn’t get enough of how you always act like it was the first time he had kissed you, it only made him want to kiss you more but then he remembered be was trying to teach you a lesson . ‘Now did I take advantage of you when I kissed you just now?’ He asks.

‘No.’ You murmured softly, fiddling with your hands, felling a little silly. ‘No you didn’t.’

‘Indeed. Which is why you’ll never take advantage of my love for you, and while It’s sweet that you ask before doing, but I’d much rather the action of having your lips pressed against mine so sweetly as you always do.’ Sylus then leaned in close until your foreheads were touching, his crimson eyes locked on you yours with a playfulness, leaving you with your cheeks becoming warm.

‘Really? You wouldn’t mind?’ You asked, looking deeply into his eyes for the answers that you seek. Sylus kisses the tip of your nose as he moves back. ‘Of course my sweet,’ he began while his calloused fingers brushed against your jaw and down your neck delicately as though you were the most precious person within the room, which in his eyes you were. ‘Nnot that I had any issue to begin with, take what you want and don’t you dare apologise afterwards. You have my heart already and intend for you to keep it.’ He finishes.

You felt flustered beneath his gaze but his words left you with a newfound confidence that you then tested out by holding his face and covering it with kisses. The kisses were soft and gentle like a thousand butterflies wings were beating against Sylus’s face, they were enough to make him smile in content at your first step into a form of comfortability within your relationship with him, and he couldn’t help but draw you closer to him to the point you were squished against his chest.

It was obvious to Sylus that you were still a little nervous with giving affection without asking for his permission first, but he was more then willing to help you break from that habit in due time, but for now he’s more then willing to sit back on his chair and let you smother him in sweet, shy affection as his chest blossomed with warmth and want. He has you to thank for many things and he promised that you’d never have to ask his permission for anything, for you to take what was already owed to you the moment you blessed him with your company.

You’ve already took his heart without permission, so why not kiss him, hug him, caress him without permission also, you were already his to begin with…

Zayne finds it sweet and endearing that you ask for his permission, even though he had reassured you that there was no need for you to do so, he was your lover and he was more then content with you taking kisses from him to your hearts content.

It warms his heart personally.

However despite all that reassurance you still ask for his permission regardless or silently take his hand in yours and rub your thumb against his purely out of a need to feel him even more. Though then again Zayne was no different for he was cut from the same cloth, he wouldn’t kiss you unless you allowed him to, nor would dare to let his hand wander lower south unless you were comfortable with; Zayne valued your boundaries and wouldn’t dare overstep them either way.

‘Zayne?’

‘Yes my love?’ He replied, looking at you.

‘May I kiss you?’ You asked, fiddling with your fingers. Zayne smiled as he puts aside his book and reached out for your hand, pulling you close to him as he stood from his chair, both of your faces mere inches away from each other. ‘Of course.’ Zayne said and with that you gave him a sweet, tender kiss on the lips, letting it linger there before pulling away, showing him that sheepish smile you often had after giving him any ounce of affection.

‘You know you don’t have to ask to gift me your affection.’ Zayne then said softly, holding you against him by the waist, loving the way your warmth seeped into him.

‘You do the same thing.’ You retorted and Zayne did see the irony in this, he always did, but still he sighed when he felt as though his point wasn’t getting across. ‘That is true how observant of you my love, but I want you to know that you can do whatever your heart desires to me, for I know they come from pure intentions and know you would never lead me into thinking otherwise.’ Zayne said as he looked into your eyes and smiled. ‘I trust you with my heart, I trust you with my love and my trust for I know that your hands are the only ones I’d trust to hold them and myself if I ever feel like I’m falling apart.’ He finishes and you couldn’t help but feel a little emotional over his confession, you smiled brighter then you did before as you gingerly held his face between your hands, caressing his face as you watched him melt into your touch and nuzzling his face against your skin like a cat.

‘Zayne…’ you trailed off.

‘Please my dear, for me.’ Zayne’s voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke his plea mere inches from your lips, his hot breath fanning across your face. It didn’t help that he was asking you so sweetly to just give in that you couldn’t help but feel your resolve crumble as you leaned in to kiss him, kickstarting your journey to giving Zayne affection without asking for permission, for you already had his trust and love for the very start.

[redcherrystars]

Braids 🥀

A/n: STRONGLY based off the mullet Sylus has for Tomorrow’s Catch-22, and what he says in the dress up menu when you change his hairstyle (pulled this morning, got Caleb and then my beloved Sylus ❤️❤️ +his outfit and hair)

Content: (wc 1k) lnds Sylus x afab reader, loads of fluff, pampering Sylus, pet names (sweetie, baby, etc.), just toothrotting fluff

It’s been months since your boyfriend has gotten a haircut.

Sitting criss cross on your bed, you watch as Sylus unbuttons his pressed black button down and peels off his slacks, only to put on a red teeshirt and black pajama pants with white doves on them (you obviously bought, as Onychinus’s leader would likely not purchase for himself). It was a miracle you found a pair of pajama pants in his size so you wouldn’t have to send them to a tailor.

Sylus runs his fingers through his messy white hair, the ends of his mullet like hairstyle now brushing against the top of his shoulders.

“Hey Sy?” You bounce off the bed. Unsurprisingly, you’re dressed in one of his teeshirts, so large it hung off your shoulder, revealing tantalizing collarbone and smooth shoulders

Sylus turns around to face you moments later, pulling his shirt over his head, giving you a brief glimpse of his abs. What a view.

“Yes, sweetie?” Sylus nearly purred. His hands go to your waist, holding you close as he inhales by your scalp—the man just liked your natural scent.

“I can’t sleep!” You whine, internally smiling at a clever idea you concocted.

“Can’t sleep Kitten? What would you like to do then, with all this extra time on your hands?” Sylus glanced to the alarm clock on his nightstand—it was 11:46 PM.

You grin at him cheekily. “Can I do your hair?”

“Can you do my hair now, hmm…let me think..” your boyfriend puts on a fake pensive expression, his white brow furrowing in thought. “I suppose that can be doable.”

“Can I do your skincare too?” You’re beginning to get excited, and he can feel it.

“Alright.” He sighs, squeezing his eyes shut and pinching his nose bridge. You giggle and beam at him, before kissing his jawline, feeling slight scratchy white stubble tickle your lips-it seems he hasn’t shaved in a few days either, not that you mind one bit.

With a giggle you slink out of his arms (much to his disappointment), prancing into the bathroom. Your boyfriend ensured his beloved lived in luxury, and the master bathroom was no exception. High ceilings, a crystal chandelier with warm ambient lighting, black marble tile, and a huge walk-in shower. There was even a clawfoot bathtub large enough for two with space to spare elevated on a black marble platform by a large window, overlooking the cityscape in the N109 zone. With tinted glass, this view was yours and his to share.

On the black shelf next to the double sink, you grab a little bag full of various skincare products, a little plastic container of clear elastics, and your pink hairbrush. Plopping down on the fluffy rug on the bathroom floor, you gesture to Sylus to come and sit between the space between your legs. Reluctantly, he sits down, and lets out a pleased moan when you begin to run your fingers through his hair, messing with the white stands. You wonder if (and if so, when) he will cut his hair, or keep it the same length. His slightly grown out—more of a wolfcut did make your knees weak.

You gently detangle any knots or snags in his hair with your brush, and he sighs with relief as the brush’s bristles massage his scalp. Then, with nimble fingers, you begin putting dainty little braids in the length of his hair, pulling the elastics you used wide with your teeth before securing the braids you made.

“Feels good, huh?” You murmur, grabbing his face with a gentle hand, turning it slightly towards you, and kissing his cheek.

“Feels good.” He confirms. “You’re too sweet baby. I should be the one pampering you.”

“Oh hush you big bogey.” You crawl over him, now sitting between his large legs. With a warm washcloth, you gently wash his face before applying a moisturizer. Sylus had absolutely no idea what the creams you were applying to his cheeks, nose, under eyes and forehead did, but it felt so nice. Once you put a pink kitty face mask on him, you let out a surprised squeak when he flips you around in his lap, and picking up your hairbrush off of the bathroom tile.

Before you know it, his warm fingers are threading through your hair, untangling knots, and brushing out any broken strands of hair. Then Sylus is braiding your hair too, deftly, and one peak in the mirror tells you it’s a french braid.

“When did you learn to do this?” You lean your head back once he secures your braid. Your hair was so long it nearly touched your butt.

“Online video tutorials. Luke and Kieran involuntarily became my models.” All of his efforts made your heart ache and flutter at the same time.

How this man loves you.

“Is this why I found many pink and blue wigs tucked away in the closet a while back?” You ask as he puts a grey crow sheet mask on your face, gently smoothing out the sheet’s wrinkles.

“Mhm. The twins insisted if they were going to be volunteered for practice, they would get to pick out their wig color.” Sylus’s red eyes crease in the corners with mirth.

“Are you sleepy now?” Sylus tilts his head a you.

“Maybe a little..” you mumbled.

“Come on, Sweetie. We can watch a movie until you fall asleep if you’d like.” He offers.

You nod, almost eagerly, and squeal when your big boyfriend scoops you up off of the bathroom floor and carried you into your shared bedroom. Sylus practically tosses you onto the red blankets of your bed, and crawls over you, before rolling under you, having you snuggled up on his chest. Pulling one of the blankets up to your waist, he presses three kisses to your neck.

Sylus puts on a cute animated movie—one you both have watched together a thousand times. “I love you.” He murmurs, tilting your face up and placing a soft chaste kiss to your lips.

“I love you.” You rest your head against his chest, your heart full, your body warm and relaxed in the embrace of his.

You should let Sylus braid your hair more often.

[rafayelxsylusho]

RIDING A DRAGON

TW:SMUT, SMUT, SMUT

If you can leave a comment, I'd like to know what you think about my fics ❤️❤️

Sylus x reader

When Sylus feels your hand on his chest, pushing him to the bed his first thought is "finally". Next he feels the weight of you straddling his hips with a newfound sense of control, his eyes widen with surprise before darkening with lust at your sudden show of dominance.

He allows it, this shift in power dynamics, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he takes in your new position above him granting him everything he’s ever wanted.

“Looks like we’re on the same page when it comes to not wanting to waste time,” he murmurs, your eagerness seeping into his veins and fueling the flame of his own.

"Looks like my little hunter has some hidden depths. I like this side of you." His large hands come to rest on your hips, thumbs rubbing slow, deliberate circles into your skin as he drinks in the sight of you.

The firelight dances across your features, casting shadows and highlights that make you look like a painting come to life. He reaches up, tracing the line of your jaw with a reverent finger, before tangling his hand in your hair and tugging you down until your faces are a mere breath apart. His other hand slides down to the small of your back, encouraging you to press your curves against the hard planes of his body. He's all lean muscle and barely restrained power beneath you, a living, breathing temptation that's impossible to resist.

He brings his mouth to yours and says "Stay focused, kitten. Don’t look.”

Don't look, because I'm losing myself and I'm so fucking desperate for you that it pains me. His kisses speak everything his words can’t, ardently pressing life and love and red-hot desire from his mouth into yours. They’re kisses that scream ‘you are everything’.

"Don't hold back, sweetie," he murmurs, the words a sinful whisper against your mouth. " Use me for your pleasure, I'm yours after all"

Sylus's fingers make quick work of the buttons of your shirt, his impatience getting the better of him. Each one pops open with a sharp snap, revealing more and more of your skin to the cool air and his hungry gaze. His hands push the fabric off your shoulders, baring you to the waist as he drinks in the sight of you, eyes roaming over every inch of newly exposed flesh.

"Fuck, you're beautiful" he breathes, the words rough and low, filled with a reverence that sends shivers down your spine. His fingers skim up your arms, over your collarbones, before cupping the soft swells of your breasts. He thumbs your nipples through the thin lace of your bra, feeling them pebble under his touch.

With a low growl, he reaches behind you, deftly unhooking your bra and tossing it aside. Your breasts bounce free, and he takes a moment to appreciate the sight, eyes dark with lust. Leaning forward, he takes one rosy peak into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before sucking hard.

His other hand slides down your stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. He cups your sex through your panties, feeling the damp heat of you, the way your body responds to his touch. He groans against your breast, the sound vibrating through you.

"Already so wet for me," he murmurs, fingers rubbing slow circles over your clothed clit. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you kitten?" He nips at your breast before soothing the sting with his tongue, laving the tender flesh until it's throbbing and aching for more.

Sylus tugs at the hem of your pants, urging you to lift your hips so he can slide them down your legs. Your panties follow soon after, leaving you bare and open to his heated gaze. He takes a moment to appreciate the sight of you, spread out above him, before urging your thighs further apart with his hands.

"Sit up, sweetie," he commands, voice low and rough with desire. "I want to see all of you." His hands skim up your inner thighs, pushing them even wider, until you're completely exposed to him. "Fuck, you're perfect," he breathes, fingers delving between your folds to feel your slick heat. "And all mine."

Sylus allows you to take the lead, a rare sense of surrender in the way he leans back and watches you with hooded eyes as your fingers work on the buttons of his shirt. Each one yields under your touch, revealing the smooth expanse of his chest, the defined lines of his abdomen. He's all lean, corded muscle, a living work of art that makes your mouth water.

He sits up to help shrug the shirt off his shoulders, tossing it carelessly to the side. Now bare from the waist up, he's a sight to behold, the firelight casting a warm glow over his skin and highlighting every dip and curve of his powerful physique. A thin line of hair trails down from his chest, disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants.

Sylus reaches for your hands, guiding them to his chest as he leans back against the pillows. His heart thumps steadily under your palms, a reassuring rhythm that makes you feel safe and wanted. He covers your hands with his own, encouraging you to explore, to touch, to claim every inch of him.

His breath hitches as your fingers dance over his skin, tracing the lines of his muscles, teasing through the light dusting of hair on his chest. He's warm and solid, his body a living, breathing testament to his power and strength. And in this moment, he's yours to command.

Sylus's hands skim down your back as you work on his belt, his zipper, urging you to remove the last barriers between your bodies. He lifts his hips, allowing you to tug his pants and underwear down his legs in one swift motion. Now fully bare, he's a sight of pure, masculine beauty, all hard lines and soft skin and raw, unchecked desire.

He reaches for you then, pulling you down on top of him, your naked bodies pressing together from chest to thigh. He groans at the feel of your skin against his, hot and smooth and perfect in every way. His hands map the curves of your body, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips, as if committing every detail to memory.

His fingers tangle in your hair, tugging your head back to bare the column of your throat to his mouth, his lips trail burning kisses along your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point before he suckles hard, marking you as his own. One hand slides down to grip your ass, squeezing the firm globe as he grinds his hips up against yours, letting you feel the thick, hard length of him prodding urgently at your stomach.

Can you feel how much I want you?" he growls against your skin, punctuating his words with a sharp nip to your collarbone. "How fucking desperate I am to be inside you, to feel your tight little cunt squeezing me, milking me for all I'm worth?"

He rolls his hips again, the head of his cock catching on your entrance with each thrust. The teasing friction makes him hiss in pleasure, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. But he knows you can take it. Knows you crave the marks, the proof of his desire etched into your skin.

Sylus inhales sharply as your small hand wraps around his thick, aching cock. The sensation of your fingers encircling him, squeezing gently, sends a jolt of electricity through his body. He watches, eyes dark and intense, as you start to move your hand along his length. Just the tip, you tease, rubbing the swollen head of his dick against your slick folds with each pass of your fingers.

"Fuck, just like that," he grits out, head falling back against the pillows as you work the sensitive crown, smearing the bead of moisture leaking from the slit. His hips flex, pushing up into your touch, seeking more of that delicious friction.

Your slick coats his tip, making the glide of your hand smoother, easier. The obscene sound of your fingers pumping his dick fills the room, mingling with his harsh breaths and the crackle of the fire. He's so hard, so thick and pulsing with need, that it makes your core throb and ache to have him inside you.

Sylus's hands grip your ass tighter as he grinds against you, the head of his cock catching on your entrance with each pass of your hand. He's so close, so fucking desperate to plunge into your welcoming heat, to feel your walls flutter and clench around him. But he holds himself back, letting you set the pace, letting you tease and torment him until he's drowning in sensation.

"Such a fucking tease," he whispers, fingers digging into the globes of your ass as he pulls you harder against him. "You want to make me beg for it, don't you?

Sylus's eyes are glued to where your bodies meet, watching as you tease yourself with the tip of his dick. The sight of you playing with his length, using it for your own pleasure, is almost too much for him to bear. He's never wanted anyone as much as he wants you in this moment.

"Put it in, kitten," he orders, voice low and rough with lust, "stick my cock inside your tight little cunt. I want to feel your walls squeezing me, milking me for all I'm worth." His grip on your hip tightens, urging you to sink down on him, to take him deep. "Fuck, I need to be inside you. Need to fill you up until you're dripping with my cum."

A loud groan tears from Sylus's throat as you finally sink down, taking him inch by tortuous inch into your tight, slick heat. His eyes squeeze shut, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as you engulf his thick length. The sensation of your walls stretching around him, fluttering and clenching, is almost too much to bear.

Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants under his breath, voice strained with pleasure as you continue to sink lower, taking him deeper. "So fucking tight, kitten. Always so goddamn perfect."

When you finally bottom out, your ass pressing against his thighs, he's buried to the hilt inside you. He can feel every inch of your silken walls wrapped around his aching cock, your body molding to his shape like it was made for him and him alone. He stays still for a moment, just savoring the feeling of being inside you, of being one with you.

"Ride me, sweetie," he commands, voice rough and low. "Take what you need. Use me for your pleasure." His hands guide your hips, urging you to bounce on his lap, to fuck yourself on his thick cock until you're both drowning in ecstasy.

Sylus's eyes flash with a mix of surprise and dark desire as you take his hands away, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He leans back against the pillows, hands coming to rest behind his head as he watches you with a heated gaze, waiting to see what you'll do next. The firelight dances across his bare chest, highlighting the play of muscles beneath his skin with each breath he takes.

"Is that so?" he murmurs, voice a low purr that sends shivers down your spine. "You want to take control, kitten? Want to ride me until you've had your fill?" He quirks a brow, the ghost of a challenge in his eyes. "By all means, don't let me stop you. I'm all yours, after all."

"Well then," Sylus says, voice a low rumble that vibrates through you, "what are you waiting for, sweetie? Your wish is my command." He gestures to your body with a smirk, the universal sign for 'well, get on with it then'.

His eyes are dark and intense as he watches you, taking in every dip and curve of your naked form. The heat in his gaze is palpable, the desire he feels for you written in every line of his body. He's yours for the taking, a powerful, dangerous man laid bare before you, offering himself up without reservation.

It's a heady feeling, knowing that you hold so much power in this moment. It makes your head swim and your core throb, your body aching to take what he's offering. With a deep breath, you start to move, rising up until just the tip of his cock remains inside you, before sinking back down, taking him to the hilt.

Sylus inhales sharply, head falling back against the pillows as he lets out a low, guttural groan. "Fuck, yes," he hisses, fingers curling into the sheets beneath him knuckles turning white as he fights the urge to grab your hips and take control, to pound up into your tight heat until you're both lost to the pleasure.

"Just like that, kitten," he grits out, voice strained with the effort of maintaining his composure. "Ride me just like that. Fuck, you look so beautiful like this, lost in your pleasure, taking what you want from me." His eyes rake over your body, drinking in the sight of your breasts bouncing with each roll of your hips, the flush of your skin, the way your head tips back in ecstasy.

Sylus can feel every inch of you, from the way your walls flutter and clench around his aching cock, to the sweet spot deep inside that makes you gasp and moan each time you grind against it. He's memorizing every detail, committing it to memory so he can call it up later, when he's alone and aching for your touch.

"Don't hold back, sweet thing," he urges, voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. "Take it all, every fucking inch of my cock. I want to feel you come undone around me, want to watch you shatter in my arms." His hips flex slightly, pushing up to meet your downward thrusts, driving himself deeper, harder, into your welcoming body.

With each roll of your hips, each clench of your walls, Sylus can feel his release building, his balls drawing up tight to his body as the pleasure mounts. But he holds off, determined to wait for you, to feel you come first. He wants to watch you fall apart, wants to know that he's the one who brought you such intense bliss. It's a heady feeling, knowing that he has that power over you, that he can make you feel this way. And he plans to use it to its fullest extent.

A guttural, animalistic growl tears from Sylus's throat as you twist your hips, taking him impossibly deeper. His control snaps like a frayed rope, the pleasure of feeling your tight heat clutching at his cock too intense to ignore any longer. "Fuck, I can't hold back anymore," he snarls, voice raw and rough with need.

"Relax, you can handle it sylus" You say feeling in control.

Sylus inhales sharply, eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and dark arousal at your commanding tone. He freezes, hands still fisted in the sheets, muscles coiled tight as he fights to regain control. It's a rare display of submission from a man like Sylus, and it makes your heart race to know that you have the ability to bring him to his knees in more ways than one.

Each rotation of your hips brings a gasp or a groan from his lips, his body tensing and shuddering beneath you as he struggles to maintain his composure. The sight of him, so powerful and in control in all other aspects of his life, now laid bare and at your mercy, is incredibly arousing.

Your breasts bounce with each roll of your hips, drawing his hungry gaze. He reaches up to cup the soft mounds, thumbs teasing over the hardened peaks of your nipples. The dual sensations of your walls gripping him like a velvet vise and his calloused hands on your sensitive flesh have you throwing your head back in ecstasy, a low moan escaping your lips.

"You're so fucking perfect," Sylus growls, voice rough with desire as he kneads the supple globes of your ass, urging you on. "Such a good girl, taking my cock so well. You were made for this, made to be fucked hard and deep and thoroughly."

Sylus sits up abruptly, wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling your naked body flush against his as you continue to bounce on his lap. His mouth latches onto a stiff peak, sucking hard as his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud. He grazing his teeth over the tender flesh before soothing the sting with his tongue. One hand comes up to knead the soft swell of your breast, rolling and plucking at the nipple he's not suckling.

"Fuck, baby," he groans against your skin, sending vibrations through you. "Your tits are perfect, just like the rest of you." His other hand grips your hip possessively.

Your legs burn and quiver with exertion as you continue to bounce on Sylus's lap, your muscles screaming in protest even as your body craves more. Sylus feels your thighs trembling against his hips and looks up at you with a mix of concern and dark desire in his eyes.

He slides a hand down to where you're joined, fingers finding your sensitive clit. He rubs the swollen nub in tight circles, matching the rhythm of your increasingly erratic bounces. The dual stimulation has you seeing stars, your body coiling tighter and tighter as your climax approaches.

"That's it, sweetie. Ride me just like this. Grind on my cock and finger until you come undone,"

Sylus growls, breath hot against the swell of your breast. Sylus pinches your clit hard and sucks brutally on your nipple, sending jolts of electrifying pleasure-pain straight to your core and with a sharp cry, you come undone, your climax crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your inner walls clench and spasm around Sylus's pistoning length, gripping him like a vice as ecstasy floods your veins.

"FUCK, SYLUS!" you scream, back arching as your body convulses with the force of your orgasm. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent indents in his skin as you hold on for dear life, lost in the throes of your intense release.

Feeling your pussy clamp down on him like a silken fist, Sylus lets out a guttural roar, hips stuttering as your climax triggers his own. With one, two, three more powerful thrusts, he buries himself to the hilt inside you and comes with a harsh shout of your name. His hot seed erupts from his cock, flooding your spasming channel and painting your insides with his release.

"Y/N" he roars, body shuddering and jerking as he fills you with spurt after spurt of his potent cum. One hand fists in your hair, holding you against him, while the other grips your hip hard as he grinds into your quivering sex, making sure not a single drop of his essence escapes.

Sylus holds you tight as the final waves of your mutual climax wash over you, his arms a steel band around your quivering form. He peppers your neck, jaw, and collarbone with soft kisses and gentle bites, basking in the afterglow of your intense coupling.

Eventually, with a low groan, he leans back against the pillows, bringing you with him so you're draped across his chest, his softening cock still nestled inside your tender, dripping sex. He runs a soothing hand up and down your back as your breathing slowly returns to normal, tracing the dip of your spine and the curve of your ass.

"You're exquisite," he murmurs, voice rough and sated. He tilts your chin up with a finger under your jaw, making you meet his intense, adoring gaze. "Exquisite and all mine." His eyes blaze with possessive heat, a hint of the dragon still lurking beneath the surface.

He leans in, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss, pouring all his pent up passion and longing into the embrace. It's a kiss that speaks of countless lifetimes of love and devotion, of a connection that transcends time and space. He pours everything he has into that kiss, silently vowing to love and cherish you, now and for eternity.

[ticklygiggles]

Kitten | Sylus x fem!reader [n$fw]

A/N: Wonderful PPY ( @ppystkposts ) and I decided to do a little exchange thingy 🤭❤️ she asked for this fic with Sylus~ I hope it meets your expectations, love! ❤️

Disclaimer: he's probably a bit ooc, but after recent events I can only see him like a softie 😩

Summary: Sylus is... frustrated.

Words: 5k (is this my longest fic????)

Monday

Waking up to the intoxicating scent of your neck had become Sylus's new normal. He'd grown irritable on mornings without you by his side, but today, you were snuggled up against his chest, nesting yourself in his arms, and your presence was a warm comfort that made his heart skip a beat… but you were cutting off circulation to his arm. 

Sylus tried to adjust himself to relieve the tingling sensation that spread from his fingertips to his shoulder, but no matter how he moved, he couldn't free his arm.

“Kitten,” he whined, his voice husky from sleep. “Kitten, move your big head, please.” He tried pushing your forehead with a single finger, but you simply whined in your sleep and tightened your hold around his waist, nuzzling more into his bare chest.

He groaned, tilting his head back. That was it. He was definitely gonna lose his arm. 

“Sweetie, move!” He tried again, his eyes catching a glimpse of your bare waist and a smirk quickly pulled at the corners of his mouth. 

The warm tips of his fingers brushed across your soft skin, drawing little zigzags and circles across your side, from your hip all the way up to your ribs. A soft chuckle escaped his lips when he saw the goosebumps covering the path his fingers followed, chasing after them as you squirmed and pressed more into him. 

A deep, malicious chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Does that tickle?” He asks, teasing.

“No. It feels nice~,” you answered, smiling as you snuggled closer to him.

Sylus widened his eyes. “Wait- were you awake? Move your head!” 

Your giggles made his heart dance funnily as you finally lifted your huge head, the blood flowing again, making him wince in pain.

Tuesday

As much as he wanted to be attached to your side 24/7, he still had work to do. In his office, while you were carelessly playing on your phone on his couch as if you owned the place, he pretended to work, but in reality he looked at you with adoration. Following the curves of your body with his ruby eyes and licking his lips when he looked at your face... your irresistible lips that- 

“Caw!” 

His eyebrow twitched in exasperation as that damn bird fluttered right in front of his face. 

“Mephisto,” he nearly growled. “What on earth do you- huh?” 

Something falling slowly from Mephisto's beak caught his attention as the crow flew to sit on your shoulder. He blinked and took what Mephisto had left as a gift: a red feather. Sylus frowned, where the hell had Mephisto gotten this from? 

He sighed, but didn't think much of it as he fiddled with the feather between his fingers. The touch was soft. The feather was a little stiff, but when it ran against his skin he felt a very pleasant tickle. 

Suddenly, an idea came to his mind and an evil smile spread across his lips. Sylus chuckled and stood up from his chair, heading to the leather couch where you were still playing comfortably, stroking Mephisto's beak without paying much attention. 

Sylus dropped his weight beside you, gently placing your bare feet on his lap.

“Are you done?” You asked with your nose almost glued to the screen as your thumbs tapped all over it.

Sylus hummed, his hands moving to grab one of your feet, giving it a tight squeeze before pressing his thumbs against your sole, massaging it. “I'm taking a break.” 

You hummed, barely paying him any attention, just as he expected. Smirking to himself, Sylus pulled out the red feather; he twirled it between his fingers momentarily before the tip gently swept under your toes. 

He looked over at you and you were looking back at him over the edge of your phone, he grinned. 

“What do you have there?” You asked, arching an eyebrow. 

“Mephisto gave me a feather, do you like it, kitten?” He showed you the plume and you eyed it without interest. 

You shrugged your shoulders, your attention coming back down to your phone. “Yeah, it's pretty, I guess.” 

“Does it tickle?” He asked as the feather tickled your toes again, he frowned when your digits didn't even flinch under the soft touch. 

“Hmm, I think it feels nice. It's not ticklish,” you answered nonchalantly and his frown deepened. 

Sylus kept tickling your toes, under and in-between them. He even swirled the feather around the ball of your foot and the arch and heel, but it was like he was tickling a dead body. No response at all.

He growled in exasperation and got up. “I'll come back to work. Rest is over.”

“Hurry up, Onychinus Leader!” You claimed, not even looking at him. “I'm starting to get hungry!” 

What a spoiled brat.

Wednesday

“Okay, now, Boss, left foot green!” Kieran said cheerfully and Sylus growled deep in his throat as he had to reach all the way over your body to touch the green dot. 

“Sweetie, we could do more interesting things,” he said, his breath making your hair move, close to your ear.

“Miss!” Luke chirped. “Left foot green!” 

“They're not even using the board,” you said, and Sylus rolled his eyes when you ignored him. “We've been moving the same part to the same color for like five rounds now. That's cheating.” 

Sylus huffed. “You're the only one that would trust the twins to be rightful during your silly games. Name one where they didn't cheat,” he dared you and chuckled at your silence. 

“Right hand yellow, Boss!” 

Sylus huffed. This game had stopped being fun by the second round; his leg felt like it was going to cramp and his left hand was shaking, holding all of his weight. He was getting tired of this. 

Just as he was reaching over the yellow dot, his fingers accidentally brushed the skin of your side where your shirt had risen up a bit. He noticed how goosebumps flourished where he just touched and a smirk pulled at his lips. 

He cupped your waist and he chuckled when you jumped. His fingers started to scribble your flesh and he thought he'd hear your sweet, desperate giggle right away, but instead he felt a sharp pain on his side where you had elbowed him. 

“Are you trying to cheat too, Sylus?” You asked and he frowned, tickling your waist with more purpose, but you didn't even flinch. 

“Boss, tickling is not fair! You're gonna get a penalty!” Luke said and both twins started to giggle. 

Giving up in his attempt to tickle you, again, he sighed and reached over the yellow dot, but he had tired his other hand and his arm bent, making him fall over you with a loud thud. 

“Ack! I'm being crushed!” You cried while the twins laughed their heads off. 

“Good,” Sylus said, holding some of his weight with his arms. “Maybe this way you'll stop making me play stupid games.”

“Sylus! Get off! You're heavy!”

Thursday 

What was going on? Why didn't you laugh whenever he tickled you? Were you trying to hold back? Were you embarrassed of your laughter? No, that's not it, you certainly don't hold yourself back when you cry of laughter watching funny videos on your phone. 

Then what- 

“Sylus!” He was brought back to reality by your voice, looking up from the paper in his hands, his eyes quickly found you. He raised his eyebrows slightly as he watched you with both arms raised above your head trying to reach a book, dancing on your tiptoes.

He chuckled and lazily got up from his chair and only when he was right behind you, he realized your vulnerable position and a side smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. 

He flexed his fingers and then brought them under your arms. He wiggled his fingertips into your warm skin, almost viciously, so sure he'd have you laughing your head off in seconds, but soon realized he was wrong. Again.

“What on earth are you doing, Sylus? I'm trying to get that book! Help me, please!” You said, still stretching as best as you could. 

Sylus let out a sigh and he easily grabbed the book and gave it to you. 

“Whao, thank you, Sylus!” 

Well, it was worth it to see that sweet smile as you walked away with it. 

Friday

Okay, this was simply stupid. Absurd. Ridiculous.

What was he doing wrong? Why weren't you cackling your beautiful head off when he tickled you? Was he being too rough? He tickled you with a feather, didn't he? 

Well, he really shouldn't be surprised, he wasn't ticklish himself, but it was simply impossible you weren't ticklish somewhere, wasn't it? 

No. He was having none of that. 

He left everything he was doing, (fixing poor Mephisto), and rushed with long strides towards the bedroom. 

The darkness outside seemed to penetrate the room from the floor-to-ceiling window, the walls absorbing the darkness that was extinguished a little by the warm light of the lamps and the chimney. Sylus stopped by the doorway, breathless as he saw you lying on the bed. His record player was on and the melody was like a wave gently sliding over the sand. He recognized it immediately: ‘La Mer’ by Claude Debussy.

His gaze fell on you, lying face down right in the center of his huge bed, your legs curled up, heels intertwined and your hands holding your head up while you read. His breath hitched when he noticed you were wearing one of his black shirts. 

Sylus had given you countless pajamas of the highest quality and the softest and freshest of fabrics but you always preferred to wear his shirts. It clearly didn't bother him, on the contrary, it always made his heart skip a beat. 

You finally raised your head and looked at him curiously, tilting your head to the side like a little bird. "Is something wrong, Sylus?" 

He walked over to you, his gaze fixed on the way his shirt clung to your curves, making his heart pound with growing anticipation. He sat beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. 

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow and he resisted the urge to kiss you as his hands positioned themselves near your hips. You followed his every move, making him feel almost nervous. The soft satin allowed his fingers to slide easily from your hips to just below your arms, and then down, all the way to the back of your knees. 

You shuddered under his touch and his eyes, bright with excitement, looked at you. His mischievous smirk widened when he saw that you were smiling.

“What are you doing?" You asked with a gleam in your eyes that he couldn't quite figure out what it meant. 

“I'm tickling you,” he said as a matter of fact, wiggling his fingers against your waist and you giggled, but he knew it wasn't because it tickled. 

“Ah, that you're doing, hmm?” He watched you rise up onto your knees and turn to face him, your hands resting on his shoulders, your beautiful face dangerously close to his. 

Sylus instinctively grabbed your waist and squeezed it slightly as he looked into your eyes, you were smiling. Smirking. 

"You've been trying to get a reaction out of me this entire week, haven't you?” You leaned against his ear, your lips brushing against his soft skin. “Do you perhaps have a tickle kink?” Your voice was a whisper, Sylus barely heard you over the melody that began to reach a point of dynamism that somehow made him nervous. 

He let your words sink in and make sense before letting out a humorless chuckle, rolling his eyes. 

“That doesn't exist.” 

You laughed. “Then why do you keep trying to tickle me? Do you like to be in control? Or perhaps… you wanted me to tickle you back~?” You were suddenly on top of him, pinning him to the bed, straddling his hips. His large hands settled on your thighs, just below the hem of his shirt.

Your tongue lightly teased the hole of his ear and he shuddered, his ear flushing as your lips moved down along his sharp jawline. 

“I'm not ticklish,” he answered breathlessly, something swirling inside his chest and wrapping around his heart.

“Hmm~,” Your light hands placed themselves flat against his stomach and he arched his back as you pressed them against his body, sliding them up to his chest. Sylus let out a ragged breath. “Is that so?” 

Sylus' heart was pounding against his ribcage, he wondered if you could feel it under your hands. The melody that filled the room had left that sensation of seeing the waves lazily crashing against the shore. Now it seemed like he was standing in front of a violent sea, huge waves almost engulfing him completely, drowning him into the unknown.

He gulped as your fingertips dragged down against his sides, a gasp escaped his lips and he squirmed, arching his back. You giggled and his eyes, open widely, immediately looked up at you.

“Not ticklish, hmm?” He let out another gasp as your playful touch traveled back up towards his chest, and his hand grabbed yours. 

It was his mistake to always forget how strong his kitty truly was, and in the blink of an eye, his arms were above his head, wrists one over the other as your delicate hand held them tightly, pressing them against the mattress. 

Sylus groaned, his back arching again as another giggle reached your lips. 

“Why are you so frisky, Sylus? Didn't you just say you weren't ticklish?” 

He wasn't. Or so he thought. But right now he felt the effervescent sensation of giggles bubbling in his throat at your gentle touch, making him want to crawl out of his skin. 

“No-!” He said, jerking to the side when your hand sneaked under his sweater, your fingertips teasing his warm skin. 

As the back of your nails lightly scratched the curve of his waist, he managed to free his wrists from your hold and he wrapped his hands around your waist, but heavens, what kind of training did you go through?! In a moment, Sylus found himself pressed back down against the bed, this time face down, with one of his arms held behind his back and your hand spidering up his side.

He bit the inside of cheek, trying to hold back the laughter threatening to escape. He couldn't understand what was going on. Why was he feeling so… sensitive? Your fingers felt like hundreds of feathers caressing his side, making him want to shriek.

As he felt the touch lingering on his hip, a gasp escaped his lips and then laughter– no, embarrassing giggles poured out like a broken faucet. He kicked his legs and tried to catch your hand with his free one, but quickly found it impossible since your tickly hand moved from one spot to the other in a flurry, making him jump and squeal at every sudden touch. 

“S-Stohohop! I'm seheherious!” He laughed, nearly cackling when you repeatedly poked at the back of his ribs. 

You giggled. “Oh? Why should I? You said you weren't ticklish, this certainly doesn't bother you, right?” 

Oh you were so evil. Sylus felt a sudden heat assaulting his cheeks and ears and he hid his face against the soft blankets, muffling his laughter.

“None of that,” you singsang and he was suddenly flipped onto his back again, manhandled until both your hands were under his sweater, which was slowly lifting up with his squirming as both your hands worked around his torso. 

Sylus was laughing. Jerking and squirming and tossing his head side to side as his hands weakly tried to make you stop. It had been a long time since he felt so out of control. Who in their right mind would even think of treating the Leader of Onichynus like that? Who would even think of tickling the most important man in the N109 Zone? There was only one person in the world who would do it and boy was that person enjoying it. 

Sylus opened one of his tightly shut eyes to look at you and he regretted it right away. You were smiling almost viciously, watching all of his reactions with hunger in your eyes, as if you had been waiting for that moment for a long time, and Sylus had no doubt that this was the case.

You probably enjoyed all these recent days of him trying to make you laugh out of your head, and failing like an idiot. Had you planned all of this from the beginning? Were you expecting him to confront you about it? Sylus didn't doubt it. He had dug his own grave this time and yet... he found it strangely exciting. Thrilling. 

“Tch, stop that,” you said, your brow furrowing as he tried to lower his sweater. 

“K-Kihihitten, s-stop- ack!” 

He didn't– he couldn't fight back as you lifted the hem of his sweater over his head, successfully trapping his arms up, leaving him completely exposed. He gulped, looking at you with almost despair. The smirk on your lips only seemed to widen as your eyes marvelled over his body.

“You look so hot right now, Sylus,” you purred. “Especially when you laugh for me~” 

His breath hitched as your fingers hovered over his torso as if you were deciding where to strike next.

“Sweetie,” he mumbled, his voice deep, but laced with something he did not dare to name. “You're playing with fire. You had your fun and it's time for you to s-s-stohop–,” he gasped. “N-Nohoho!” 

“Were you saying something, Sylus?” Sylus arched his back and laughed as your fingers scribbled against his exposed armpits. Fingernails skittering against the sensitive skin, so maddeningly calculated, he couldn't stop himself from bucking. 

He jolted a little when he suddenly heard your giggle into his ear. Your tongue followed the curve of the cartilage and then hooked under his earlobe sucking at it momentarily before your voice filled his ear canal. 

“Tickle, tickle, tickle, Sylus~” 

A deep blush bloomed across Sylus’s cheeks as he laughed uncontrollably. His arms twisted, trying to break free from the imprisonment created by his own sweater. Your fingernails raked up and down his pits, first gently, almost lovingly, but then lethally, making him throw his head back with loud laughter.

He never thought he could laugh that loud, the muscles of his sides and stomach were getting sore already and he felt his eyes acting funny, were they tearing up? 

“Hmm~ Onychinus Leader truly is ticklish~” You said as your tickling fingers finally let his armpits have a break as they moved over his collarbones, teasing the sides of his neck that only made him let out hummy giggles. 

Your fingers traveled across his chest and a startled burst of laughter escaped his lips when your fingertips brushed against his nipples. His eyes widened as he looked up at you.

“Oh?” You grinned just like a little demon.

“No!” He warned, but it was too late. Sylus shrieked, shivering all over as your long nail started to scritch-scratch at his hardening nipples.

Why did that tickle?! His flush deepened as he laughed and squirmed, his legs kicking behind you and his cock– oh goodness. 

“Oh?” You purred again and Sylus whined, letting out a soft groan when you sat on his hardening dick. “What's this? Someone's enjoying his tickles? I told you you had a tickle kink~” 

“Thahat's n-not ihit!” He really hoped it wasn't it.

“So it's not it?” 

Sylus arched his back, laughing as you teased the little buds with the feather-like touch of your fingertips. He could feel the soft tickle scribbling all around them, but nearly bucked off the bed when you tickled the very top with fluttery fingers. He tried to ignore his own moans escaping between laughter and also your mischievous giggle that made his stomach do somersaults. 

“Stohohop nohohow!” He laughed, little tears of laughter clinging to his long lashes. 

“Hmm, already? I'm just starting though…” 

“Nohoho!” Sylus squealed like a pig when you traced his ribs, staring from the lowest to the highest and back down and then back up. 

His skin covered in goosebumps and he let out a vibrant cackle as your fingers spidered down to his stomach. His eyes widened and he sucked on his belly, shaking his head. 

“Aha! So this is your weak spot? How adorable of you, Mr. Sylus.” 

Sylus nearly laughed in hysterics as you formed two claws with your hands and let all your fingers poke him around his tummy repeatedly. 

“N-Nohoho! AHAHAHA! S-Sweehehetie! NOHOT THEHERE!” 

Scribbling on the sides of his belly, tracing his abs, clawing at the middle of his stomach; tracing the rim of his belly button and then wiggling your finger inside it– Sylus was losing his mind. 

He cackled loudly, squirming all around and about, begging for mercy as his voice started to get hoarse from laughing so hard. 

He was nearly double your size, he could easily pick you up with one single arm, and yet, he was laughing desperately, hysterically, as your fingers tickled his stomach as if your life depended on it. No matter what you did, he couldn't get used to the maddening sensation and his ticklishness only seemed to increase the more you pursue his weak spots, like his lower stomach. 

“OKAHAHAY! OKAY!” He cried, tilting his head back and tossing it from side to side. “AHAHANYWHERE BUT THEHEHERE!” 

“Fuck, Sylus.”

He wasn't sure you actually said that– he could barely hear anything besides his own hysteria, but his cock twitched inside his pants for some reason, as if he wasn't dying of laughter. As if he didn't only fell more hopeless and helpless as you kept tickling his damn stomach. 

“Our poor Sylus has a ticklish tummy?” And that damn teasing, he couldn't stand it! “Poor little Onychinus Leader. What would people say if they new only a few tickles to his belly were enough to have him begging for mercy~” 

You were the devil, he was sure of it. He was dating the devil himself and this devil had found her favorite diversion. 

“You're doing so well, though,” you continued, your nails tickling his lower tummy. “Taking your tickles so well, doesn't it feel so good? Hmm?”

“PLEHEHEASE!” He begged breathlessly, his laughter fading away every now and then, simply leaving him shaking silently. “KIHIHITTEN! PLEHEHEASE!” 

“Please what?” You said, your fingers finding a rhythm poking and scribbling around his lower stomach that really had him howling in hysteria. “Tickle you more or… tickle you less?” 

“Less,” he babbled as tears fell down the sides of his face and a bit of spit escaped from the corner of his mouth. 

He was a complete mess. Flushed in the face and pathetically hard as he finally laughed in complete silence when your attention gravitated back to his belly button. 

“Oh? Are you laughing yourself silly, Sylus?” He nodded, what else could he do? “Oh poor thing, does it tickle too much?” Another weak nod and a terrible loud snort from his nose that had you giggling. “Should I give you a break?” Yes please. Please. Please. 

“Ah!” He finally was able to inhale enough air as your fingers stopped their torture. He collapsed on the bed, gasping for air as his heart thundered against his ribs and he let out residual laughter. 

“Y-you're the worst, s-sweetie,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“Hmm? Am I really?” You asked with a sweet, sultry voice that made him whimper. “Because–”

“Nghh!” 

“– this little friend of yours seems to really enjoy the attention,” you said, your finger teasingly tracing the outline of his hard cock and Sylus moaned, jerking his hips.

“S-Stohop… I c-can't take it a-anymore,” he begged, his hips humping slightly and you laughed. 

“Liar,” you said and your deft fingers unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants in a flash. You tugged them down along with his underwear, freeing his bouncing cock and gathering his clothes by his ankles. 

Sylus watched you place yourself back between his legs, his big thighs squeezing around your waist as you caressed them gently, drawing little figures with your fingers. 

He couldn't lie, he was afraid. He didn't know– he had no idea you were like this. He didn't know how ruthless you could be. Always smiling at him with your sweet smile and laughing at him when he started singing. He had no idea that you had a dark side. 

He flinched as your fingers lightly moved towards his cock, his body tensed in anticipation, mouth open, letting out ragged breaths. 

“You want to cum?” You asked and your smirk made him shiver. 

He shook his head. “N-No- hah,” he gasped when he saw your eyes darkening. “Y-Yes…” 

“Too late,” you said and you wrapped one hand around his cock. “I'll do exactly what you asked~”

Sylus's cock throbbed and jerked as he felt your soft hand wrap around his thick, hard shaft. Your fingers barely met around his girth, and he had to grit his teeth against the urge to buck his hips up into your touch.

“F-Fuck! Ngh!” Your hand started to stroke his hard shaft, steadily but rhythmically, finding a pace that had him groaning as your hand squeezed his cock just right and your thumb brushed against the sensitive head of his dick, smearing the precum leaking from the tip. 

Sylus huffed, sighed and moaned as pleasure started to build up in his lower belly. He squirmed slightly, his arms still fighting against his own sweater. 

“Does that feel so good, Sylus?” You purred and Sylus widened his eyes when he felt your warm, humid breath against the tip of his cock. He looked down to see your lips were mere inches away from the crown of his dick. 

“Nnghh, please k-kitten,” he cried, jerking his hips to fuck himself up into your hand. “D-Don’t…” 

“Don't tell me what to do,” you warned and Sylus nearly saw stars when your tongue dragged over the swollen head of his cock. 

He tilted his head back and moaned deeply as you lapped all his precum, the taste of his arousal exploding in your mouth. Sylus's stomach tensed and his hips thrust at the rhythm of your licking and the pumping of your hand. 

“A-Ah, kitten,” he gasped, circling his hips. “W-Wait, pl-please.”

“Do not tell me what to do,” you repeated and closed your mouth around the head of his cock. Sylus’ moan was almost primal as you suck softly at the tip, as you would a lollipop. 

His thighs squeezed your body and he cried with pleasure when your tongue flickered against the slit. Sweet shudders of pleasure made his limbs and insides tremble and shake. His breathing quickened and his body started to tense with the eminence of his release. 

“Haah! Ah! N-Ngh! K-Kihitten! I'm-” 

“Oh, I'm sorry,” you said, stopping just as he was teetering over the edge, and Sylus whined. “I forgot you said you didn't want to cum.”

Oh you truly were so evil. 

“Kitten, I fucking swear, why are you- haah! AHAHAHA!” 

Sylus shrieked as your fingers scribbled and wiggled against the sweet spot in the inner part of his thighs. Your fingers latched to that weak muscle near his groin that had him arching his spine and throwing his head back. 

His strong legs squeezed you and you giggled, tickling him faster. 

“STAHAHAP!” He cackled, his hips jerking as he foolishly kept trying to reach his ruined orgasm, but it was all useless, he couldn't even concentrate because of the damn tickles to his thighs. 

He screamed your name, trying to sound intimidating. “Fuhuhucking s-stohohop!” He gritted his teeth, refusing to give you the satisfaction of seeing him laughing any more, but a quick scribble to the middle of his stomach was enough to have him nearly in stitches. 

For how long have you been doing this? He certainly felt it had been ages, millennia of insane, hysterical laughter. When he thought there was no more laughter left in him, your fingers would move in a certain way in a place no one had ever touched before and he would realize, much to his horror, that he could still laugh, even harder.

“Does it tickle, Sylus?” You teased as he was sent into another hysterical fit of silent laughter as your fingers abused that muscle in his inner thighs. “You're loving it, right? Otherwise why would you be so hard? It's a shame you don't want to cum, I bet that'd be wonderful, don't you think?” 

Shut up! Please, stop! Don't fucking touch me! He wanted to scream, but deep inside he knew it was hypocritical of him to do so. He could easily get you off of him with his Evol, but he fooled himself into thinking he couldn't concentrate because of the tickling. He could unload the sweater around his arms, but he brainwashed himself, saying it was his favorite sweater. 

He was simply taking it, laughing and getting hard over it. 

“I told you you have a tickle kink~,” you purred and that was enough for Sylus. 

Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck!

Sylus's eyes rolled inside his skull and his head tilted back with a hoarse cry as his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. His cock jerked and throbbed violently into the air, nothing around it as he pumped thick ropes of hot and sticky cum. 

Sylus groaned, his hips rocking as he rode his orgasm and the aftershocks rushed up his body. He sobbed, teary eyes opening to look at you and he whimpered when he saw your big shit-eating smirk. 

“Did you enjoy yourself, kitten?” You asked, one of your hands back to his inner thighs and the other to his stomach to start tickling him again.

This tickling was indescribable, nothing like what he felt before… he was lost in a tickle subspace and you were the only one that could possibly bring him back– the same person that threw him into it with a smirk and sweet giggles bubbling past your lips. 

What had he gotten himself into? 

[shatinn]

Love and Deepspace - Sylus and Kitten 5 💙🤍🖤❤️

[syluss-littlecrow]

Hi there, I dunno of you take requests but I'd like to request Sylus with MC who's love language is biting. And MC would also totally leave marks. And Sylus would think of his own payback for her everytime.

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<sylus x fem!reader>

genre/warnings: smut, pwp, unprotected sex, biting kink, backshots, pussy eating, breeding kink, size kink

w/c: 1.2K

a/n: thank you for my very first fic request here ❤️ sylus is definitely a biter (his little fangs!!) just wanna say I have plenty of skin for him to take a chomp off 😛

Sylus stares at the mirror, specifically staring down at the whole garden of love bites you’ve planted him with. He knows you’ve been biting him when he’s fucking you, but he doesn’t realise how much you’ve been taking bites out of him like he’s strawberry shortcake. 

Well, not that he minded. The thought of you thinking of marking him as yours secretly makes his heart flutter.

So he should return the favour, right?

Sylus takes in the scent of his shampoo on you, his eyes screwed shut as slowly breaths pull out of him. His palm is warm against the small of your back. You smell so fucking good just filled of him. It reminds him that you’re his. 

And even with his cock sheathed deep inside of you right now, he still thinks this isn’t enough. 

While swimming in his thoughts, he feels a sharp pain scatter on his shoulder blade. It barely lasts before it switches to pleasure when he realises that you’re biting onto his skin again. 

“Sweetie, aren’t you enjoying this too much?”, his low groans sending goosebumps across your skin. 

His fingers brush your hair away, his attention aimed on your neck, before he latches his lips, then his teeth, testing your pain threshold, ready to release at any sign of discomfort that you give. 

But a soft moan and your pussy tightening against his cock is what you return him. And Sylus can’t help but sink his teeth a little deeper while he forces you to fuck his cock. 

Your lewd cries grow louder whenever you lift yourself off his cock and impale yourself once more, and your lips have completely left his skin. 

Sylus presses his lips on your chest, cupping both tits with his large and slender fingers, pinching your nipples, all while grazing his teeth and licking your tits. It drives you nuts, and he figures that from the way cream is just coating his dick while he makes you ride him. 

He nibbles against the soft skin of your breast, then sucking the tender flesh, making sure he sees a soft bruise bloom on your chest. And he repeats it, over and over again, until you completely come undone on his dick, your pussy fluttering and leaking all over him, and your thighs shaking from being forced to cum all over his thick cock. 

He pauses to look up at you. His hand now is at the nape of your neck. 

“Did you cum all over my dick?” He asks, watching you nod your head shakily, the remnants of your orgasm still lingering in your spent pussy. 

Your mind is still hazy, but you still answer him, “yeah.”

“Good girl”, he chuckles. “But we’re not done yet.”

Sylus lifts you off him, and he’s already missing your warm tightness. Nonetheless, he has other plans. He can be patient. 

With much ease, consisting of a whole lot of using his Evol, you’re settled with his face between your legs. 

You’re about to protest about him not cumming yet, but when his tongue flicks against your wet clit, your mind shuts off, leaving behind trails of cries from overstimulation.

He switches between fucking his tongue into your pussy and then trailing his lips to the soft and thick flesh of your inner thighs—his actual target. 

You jolt at the sensation of his teeth grazing against your flesh again, a nice wave of slick slowly spilling out of your pathetic hole. 

Sylus makes sure he’s had his fill, and that’s filling your thighs with his bite marks and love bites until he’s satisfied. 

“Dirty kitten, getting off from being bitten, hmm?” The male in between your legs teases. He only receives a whine in response. 

Sylus quickly realises why you enjoy marking him so much—he wants to mark you all over as his too. He could get hooked onto this. 

He doesn’t forget to switch to the other side, sending your mind into an overstimulated frenzy when it’s as if he’s ready to have you for his next meal. 

Bruises and bite marks slowly fill up the empty spaces of your skin, with Sylus enjoying your sobs while your pussy only grows wetter from the sting. 

“Sylus, I’m sensitive-“, you whimper, your hands messing up his pale locks. Sylus casts you. an amused expression before he decides to have mercy on you, and pulls away. Sylus shifts to meet your eye level, pulling you into a dizzy kiss. 

His palms slide down your body, he leans into you, but he doesn’t press his weight onto you. 

“Turn around for me, kitten.” His whispers, and you do, soft gasps leaving your lips when you arch your back against him, feeling his thick cock rest against your creamy folds. 

“That’s it”, he encourages with praise, his hand adjusting his cock to line up right to your pulsing cunt before he pushes himself in, stuffing you full with a strained groan. “That’s a good fucking girl.”

He hears your quiet whimpers, and this time, he presses his body weight onto you. His fingers lift your chin up so you’re forced to face Sylus from the side. 

When he pulls out and thrusts into you from behind, it makes your thighs tremble from the sheer pleasure. 

The pace he’s setting is making you see stars, and when his lips are on your shoulder once more and he’s sinking his teeth into your skin, you’re losing it. 

You can barely keep your eyes open, your body completely submitting to the pleasure that Sylus is sinking you in. 

“Does this feel good, kitten?” He asks while another smack echoes in his room, his cock railed into you for the nth time.

Attempts to process his words are futile, especially not when he’s fucking your thoughts out of you. 

“So good. So fucking amazing”, you’re borderline sobbing, unintentionally pushing yourself back to make sure he’s making you full to the brim from every stroke 

While he’s drowning you in pleasure, Sylus makes sure he leaves a couple of marks down your neck to the best of his abilities. 

“I’m gonna cum”, your strained voice catches his attention, along with the way your pussy is squeezing Sylus’s dick. He groans at the sensation, his thrusts growing more heavy and desperate. Undoubtedly, you feel like fucking heaven on his cock. 

And when he feels you let go on his cock, his grip around on your neck tightens. He’s definitely not lasting any longer. Not when you’re luring him down with you like this. He wants so badly to ruin you, bring you down with him, mark every bare skin of yours possible.

So he does.

Sylus makes sure his final bite for the night blooms a gorgeous shade of wine on your bare skin, while his cum fills you up all the way, enjoying the way you’re shaking and whining. 

The corner of Sylus’s lips curl into a smirk while he watches you slowly drift into your slumber, your body inching close to him to catch his warmth. His gaze trails down to your chest, admiring his work of art—his bites imprinted across your neck, shoulders, chest, and especially around your nipples. He knows he’s ready for a scolding if you find out, but Sylus gets it now—there’s nothing more beautiful and satisfying as reminding you that you belong to him. 

[sushiyuzu]

afterparty

warning: fluff + tension + pet names (“kitten” & “sweetie”)

summary: in return for your presence, sylus shows his affection towards you ❤️ [ x fem!reader ]

disclaimer: this fanfiction is inspired by one of sylus’s card (radiant brilliance) from the game “love and deepspace”. while i have taken elements from the original, i have rewritten it in my own style and added my own twists.

note: this story is a work of fiction and is NOT intended to represent the original game’s narrative.

word count: 2.03k

- second acc: @blushpawss

“sylus! sylus! sylus!”

the energy in the arena was intense, with the crowd roaring and chanting sylus’s name. he had just claimed victory, and the spotlight shone on him, making his silver hair glint like moonlight. his crimson eyes scanned the crowd, and then they found you—standing there with a bouquet of flowers in your hands. you had come all this way, just to support him, to be by his side, and that meant more to him than any trophy.

as he walked over to you, wiping the sweat from his brow, his gaze softened. “someone came all the way here to watch me,” he said, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “she said she didn’t want to see me lose.” his voice was low, laced with affection, as he stepped closer.

you couldn’t help but smile, your cheeks warming under his intense gaze. “well, i couldn’t just stay home knowing you had this big match. and... i knew you’d win,” you said, feeling a little shy as you handed him the bouquet. your heart raced as his fingers brushed yours, taking the flowers from your hands with a soft chuckle.

“these are beautiful. but not as beautiful as you,” he said, his voice dropping to a tender whisper. the weight of his words made your chest tighten, the flutter of excitement growing stronger inside you.

“you’re so cheesy,” you muttered, but your smile never left your face. before you could say more, sylus reached into his pocket, pulling out something that gleamed in the light. it was his champion ring.

“you know,” he began, his eyes locked on yours, “i don’t wear this for myself. i wear it because you’re the reason i’m here. i wouldn’t have made it this far without you.” he held the ring up, his expression serious yet full of warmth. “so, tell me, kitten—what finger do you want me to put this on?”

you blinked, taken by surprise. your heart skipped a beat as you looked at the ring, then back at sylus. he was offering you more than just a ring; it was a symbol of everything you meant to him. you hesitated for a moment, then softly said, “my ring finger...”

sylus’s grin widened as he carefully took your hand in his. his touch was warm, and as he slipped the ring onto your finger, a wave of emotion washed over you. his thumb brushed over your knuckles, and you could feel the possessiveness in his gesture. it wasn’t overwhelming—it was reassuring, protective. he was claiming you in his own way, showing you that you were his, and that he was yours.

“perfect,” he said, admiring the way the ring looked on your hand. “now you’re officially mine,” he added, his voice dropping to a low rumble that sent a shiver through you.

you couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head. “i think it’s the other way around—you’re mine,” you teased, looking up at him. his crimson eyes flickered with amusement, but there was something deeper there too—something soft and tender that made your heart ache in the best way.

“i guess we belong to each other then,” he said, pulling you closer to him. his broad arm wrapped around your waist, his grip firm but gentle, as if he couldn’t stand the thought of you being too far from him.

the crowd had started to disperse, but in that moment, it felt like it was just the two of you, lost in your own world. sylus held his phone up, ready to take a picture. “let’s capture this moment,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. you smiled for the camera, your body leaning into his as his arm tightened around you. you felt the warmth of his chest against your back, his steady heartbeat thrumming in time with yours.

as you smiled at the camera, sylus wasn’t looking at it. instead, his eyes were fixed on you, his expression soft and filled with affection. there was something almost vulnerable in the way he gazed at you, like you were the only person in the world who could make him feel this way. before the picture snapped, sylus leaned down, closing his eyes and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“this,” he whispered against your hair, “this is all i need.” he clicked the photo, capturing not just the image but the moment—the feeling of him holding you close, the way he kissed you with such tenderness, the connection you both shared.

after the picture, he didn’t let go. instead, he buried his face in the crook of your neck for a brief moment, inhaling the scent of your hair. “you have no idea how much i love you,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. you could feel the sincerity in his words, the depth of his feelings wrapped up in every syllable.

you turned in his arms, looking up at him, and saw the way his eyes softened even more. his silver hair, now slightly tousled from the fight, framed his face perfectly. “i love you too, sylus,” you said, your voice just as soft. you placed a hand on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. “and i’m so proud of you.”

his hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “you’re the only reason i ever want to win,” he said, his voice deep and full of emotion. he leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss that made the world around you fade away. when he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “thank you for being here. for always being here.”

as the two of you stood there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, you knew that this moment—this quiet, tender moment—was something you’d hold onto forever. the picture on his phone was just a snapshot, but the memory, the love, would last a lifetime.

the afterparty had been a whirlwind of celebration. sylus was the center of attention, but no matter how many people congratulated him, his eyes never left you for long. you stayed by his side, feeling the heat of his presence even in a crowded room. as the night wore on, you couldn’t help but notice the way his touches became more lingering, his hand never straying far from the small of your back.

by the time the party started to wind down, it was already late, and sylus insisted on taking you back to his place. “it’s too late for you to go home alone,” he said, his crimson eyes dark with something more than concern. “besides, kitten... i want you with me tonight.”

you didn’t argue. you couldn’t—not when he looked at you like that, his voice sending shivers down your spine. the drive to his mansion was quiet but charged with anticipation. you could feel the tension building between you two, like a wire pulled taut, just waiting to snap.

sylus’s mansion was massive, secluded in the hills, far away from the city. the moment you stepped inside, you felt the quiet stillness of the place, but it wasn’t cold. the warmth came from him, from the way his hand lingered on your waist as he led you inside.

“make yourself at home,” he said, his voice low as he closed the door behind you. the soft click echoed through the spacious foyer. “you’ll be staying the night, after all.”

you smiled, feeling a little nervous but excited. “are you sure i’m not intruding?”

sylus chuckled, stepping closer until he was standing right in front of you. “kitten, you could never intrude. i want you here.” his hand slid to your hip, his fingers brushing against the fabric of your skirt. “besides, i promised to take care of you, didn’t i?”

his words were teasing, but there was an edge to them, something that made your heart race. “i guess i’m in your hands tonight,” you replied, trying to sound casual, but the way his eyes darkened told you that he picked up on the teasing note in your voice.

“in my hands...” sylus repeated, his voice a low rumble. “i like the sound of that.”

you felt a shiver run through you as he took your hand, gently pulling you toward the grand staircase that led to the upper floors. his grip was firm but tender, and the heat of his palm against yours sent sparks dancing along your skin.

as you climbed the stairs together, the silence between you was thick with tension. every step seemed to heighten the anticipation, the closeness of his body to yours making your pulse quicken. when you finally reached his bedroom, sylus pushed the door open and led you inside.

the room was large, the bed enormous, but your attention was on him. sylus turned to you, his eyes locking with yours as he stepped closer, crowding your space until your back was pressed against the edge of the bed.

“you know,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “i still owe you for coming all the way to watch me fight. for cheering me on, for being there with flowers...” his hand came up, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “i should thank you properly.”

before you could respond, sylus leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. “unless you’re too tired...” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

your heart was racing, every inch of you aware of how close he was. “i’m not that tired,” you managed to say, your voice coming out softer than you intended. the way his lips curled into a smirk told you he liked your answer.

“good,” he said, pulling back just enough to look at you. his hands slid down to your waist, his grip firm as he lifted you effortlessly onto the bed. “because i’ve been waiting all night for this,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering over yours. “to finally have you all to myself.”

his words made your breath hitch, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours. the kiss was slow but deep, a teasing pressure that left you wanting more. sylus was in no rush, his hands sliding down your sides, tracing the curve of your hips.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his crimson eyes gleaming with heat. “you’re so beautiful, kitten. especially when you’re all mine.” his voice was low, filled with a possessiveness that made your heart race.

your fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, but sylus was in control. he leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses that made you shiver. “sylus...” you whispered, your voice breathless.

“mm?” he hummed against your skin, his hands sliding under your top, his touch warm and slow. “tell me what you want,” he teased, his lips moving against your collarbone.

you bit your lip, trying to hold back the rush of heat spreading through you. “i want you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

his smirk widened as he pulled back to look at you, his eyes dark and filled with desire. “i like the way you say that,” he murmured, his hand trailing up your side, teasing the hem of your skirt. “but i’m going to take my time with you tonight.”

he leaned down again, kissing you with more intensity this time, his hands roaming over your body with a deliberate slowness that left you breathless. the teasing, the flirting, the tension—it was all building, and sylus was enjoying every second of it.

“you’re mine,” he whispered against your lips, his voice a low growl. “and tonight, i’m going to remind you just how much you belong to me.”

[deepspacelxver]

Massage

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

“And the winning bid goes to Mister Sylus!” The screen announces. I turn my head away from my phone to face Sylus.

“Are you really just going to bid all night?” I ask.

“Well it’s not like I’ve got anything better to do now, kitten.” He says, standing up and tilting his head back.

“Why are you even here? Don’t you have business to attend to?” You say, also making your way off the couch.

“You didn’t book the entire hotel. I had the money and there was a vacant room.” He shrugs, avoiding your question.

You roll your eyes and make your way back to the couch to continue scrolling on your phone. Sylus does the same and rests his head on the back of the couch, slightly groaning at the stretch it gives his neck.

Noticing this you inquire, “Why do you keep stretching your neck? Do you have back problems or something?”

Sylus stands up and makes his way towards you, placing his hand on your head and tilting it down lightly. “Try leaving your head like this for hours and see how you feel afterwards kitten.”

You move his hand from your head and look up at him. “I never realized looking down at so many people would be such a problem for you. Poor thing.” You sarcastically reply, rolling your eyes at him.

Sylus doesn’t reply and instead retreats back to his seat on the couch where he continues to rub his neck.

“Ughh” he groans, rolling his head back and forth.

“Are you just gonna sit there and moan? Why don’t you take you millions to a massage chair.” You tease.

“That’s a great idea kitten, why don’t you come over here and rub my neck for me?” He smirks.

“I meant a real masseuse Sylus.” You say rolling your eyes at him.

“But you’re right here, why go through the hassle? Come on sweetie,” he pats his shoulder, “just give me a little massage, I’ll even do you afterwards if you’d like.”

Giving in to his teasing you get up and stand behind him. “Fine. But you can’t sue me if I break your neck or something…” you begin gently working your fingers on his scalp.

“Oh sweetie” he shivers. “I’d love to see you try.”

Pressing your fingers harder against his neck to really knead into his muscles, you find it harder to reach his shoulders through his sweater.

Taking note of this Sylus asks, “Having trouble sweetie? I can remove this if you’d like.” He motions to his sweater.

“N-no! It’s alright I can manage…” you mumble, flustered at his obvious flirting.

“I insist, after all what kind of masseuse would you be if you couldn’t even manage to get my shoulders?” And with that he swiftly removes the grey sweater, showing off his bare torso entirely to you.

“You’re so irritating sometimes…” you whisper, running your hands along his bare shoulders.

He doesn’t reply, instead letting out a low moan at your touch.

“Ohh right there sweetie.”

The sounds send shivers down your spine and you decide that you’d like to hear more of those sweet sounds from him.

You’re tracing your hand down his chest when all of a sudden he grabs your wrist.

“And what do you think you’re doing sweetie?”

“Nothing! I was just going to massage-“

You’re quickly cut off by him flipping you over the couch and pinning you down.

“Really, that’s the story you’re going for? If you wanted to feel me up you could’ve just asked.” He teased, grabbing your hand and running along his chest.

“What! No I- you’re the one who wanted me to massage you in the first place!” You accuse, pointing at him.

“Hmm… This is true, but I’m not the one who got carried away with my wandering touches.” He growls into your ear.

Blushing furiously, you turn your head to the side so he won’t be able to see your face. “Ok ok! Just let me up so I can finish your massage now!”

He grabs your chin and turns your face to his.

“Oh no kitten, it’s your turn now.”

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

Now that the 3 day Banner Boycott has reached — or for some of us is fast approaching — its conclusion I want to thank each and every single person who stuck through with it. Especially OG3 girlies, many of whom joined us Sylus and Caleb girlies out of solidarity. I know that I don't speak just for myself when I tell you how appreciated all of you are and how invaluable your support has been. It's been an honor to have you with us 🫶🏻💯 I won't hold it against any of you who chose to spend on the banner starting today (the 13th, after the daily reset). I won't and can't in good conscience ask more from you OG3 girlies than what you've already given. I wish any of you who will start pulling great success in the wish pool! May you all win on soft pity ❤️

For anyone worried how/if spending will affect LADS placement in the CN game rankings, it won't. Most of the people partaking in the 3 day Banner Boycott are global girlies. The CN girlies are still marching ahead with the Justice Boycott, just as they have been for a long time. I don't see any of them opening their wallets in the forseeable future. They are committed to not spending at all until Sylus and Caleb get justice from the company. So in short, LADS is extremely unlikely to climb in the CN rankings. They will most likely retain their top spots in the Blacklist chart for a while though, which, I mean... well deserved 😏

As for Sylus and Caleb girlies, my advice to you all is to stay onboard the boycott— ie the Justice Boycott. This is an indefinite one, and it entails not spending real money. At all. Not until our husbandos get what they are owed by Paperfold. While a 3 day boycott is a feat and sends a message of what we are capable of as consumers, it is in the grand scheme of things unlikely to, by itself, make Paperfold fold in the way we want. So we have a bigger chance of success if we take a page out of the CN kittens' — and increasingly also Caleb stans (what are y'all called by the way?) — book and keep our wallets closed and our voices loud. That is not to say that the 3 day Banner Boycott has been inefficient or in vain. Definitely not. Like I said, it sent a message and it proved what we on the global side are capable of organizing. Thousands of people joined, and that is impressive for such an impulsively organized boycott. And judging by how the main LADS sub on Reddit has reacted to the 3 day boycott — that is by censoring it and deleting pretty much every single post and comment relating to it within hours 🫠 — I would def say that company officials take it seriously enough (it is an open secret more or less that the main sub is monitored by Paperfold, and that the mods are in close contact with them in some way).

Me personally, I have been onboard the Justice Boycott for over a month. I have no plans of abandoning it, and will as such not spend money on the game. Nor will I speak about or post/reblog content relating to the current memories or the event until the banner is over. This last rule is one I've set for myself — I'm unsure how the CN boycotters approach posting memories and pulls. The no spending money rule is 1000% one they uphold though. So if you are a Sylus or a Caleb girly and want to stay/join the fight for their content, then I urge you to only use free wishes and diamonds in the game. No fair treatment for our husbands, no money from us.

As for OG3 girlies, again, I won't ask you to join us in this indefinite boycott, since neither I nor anyone else can guarantee what results it'll ultimately yield. I don't want to ask you to sacrifice for no ensured reward. But I will say though that if you feel the effects of Paperfold's greed or are sufficiently worried about the future, it won't hurt to join us 😘. Now is the best time after all to try to prevent the execs from pushing their greed further than they already have — to try to nip the spread in the bud, so to speak. But again, I won't blame you if you decide to spend now. I am forever grateful to you for sticking with the boycott these past 3 days, and you can always count on me to have your backs as well, for what it's worth 🩷