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dad for one but with rei...
Could you like, imagine if Rei was his daughter he didn't know what to do with, she's strong and cold but doesn't particularly want to be a villain, and he doesn't much want her to be one either, not in any way that threatens his stuff or her life at least. But then he hears Endeavor's been looking around for a match and he thinks "oh, there's no way he's gonna fall for an ice match right, he knows that would end awful right" but uh he fell for the match and the fake family in need and Rei's beautiful but aloof air, so,,, why not stick with it and see where it goes? it'll be good blackmail material, right? and its not like his daughter has a life of her own, or anything. he can bring her back to the base after and no one is any wiser, and she'll hate heroes even more and- kid?? and a second kid so soon? does she just want to get it over with? well seems like it's working, his underling tells him Touya is having problems with his quirk, but now instead of divorce and setting himself up for blackmail, Endeavor just keeps trying?? now four grandkids?? and Rei, showing her nerves on the phonecall with him for the first time in years, tells him that Touya tried to kill his baby brother and this one actually had the quirk Endeavor wanted and AfO thought impossible?? AfO decides nows the time to collect his family back and gets Touya before he can completely burn up, but Rei realizes she'd rather have her kids stuck with Enji than AfO, so she chooses to burn Shoto's face so Enji keeps him close and sends her away and??? i dunno she just hopes everyone forgets about Fuyumi and Natsuo because they're safer ignored and neglected than anything else???
#i dunno might be fun to play with in a universe similar to blade's naive melody#which i havent read yet because i want to wait until its all up for my own mental wellness due to some heavy themes#but that i love already anyway#hm yeah Rei hit with the stick is interesting#definetely feels like afo playing a long game that he hasnt actually fully thought through himself right#he's both a chessmaster and building little towers of blocks to knock down#or heck maybe Rei told Enji the truth#and she was institutionalized to keep her from being too close to any secrets but not put her in jail?? or smth??#and they just. never told the kids anything#thats if you want to play it close to canon anyway#if you DONT oh hoho#there are many options#perhaps Rei arranging the match on her own to try and get hero help and just telling her dad its a villain scheme#but then idk enji doesnt believe her? because afo is a boogyman story?and she was too convincing with her fake family actors?#or does believe her idk#maybe rei thought the perfect quirk would draw her father out to where enji would see and believe her???#actually everyones playing chess and blocks now#just chaos#except the todo kids who seem all completely unaware#it'd be funny tho if afo tells dabi hes his grandpa and dabi's like 'i could not care less man'#afo: oh. i thought i could manipulate you that way#maybe he still thinks the irony of afo's grandson and nana's grandson on a villain team together#not that they're very good teammates but still kjhghjk#anon#pocket talks to people
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Remember that this is not the proof that they love each other
That was a last-ditch attempt from Crowley to get Aziraphale to stay
This is the proof that they love each other
Their love wasn't just made real because they kissed
It always existed
#i will argue this point til my dying breath#they always loved each other#if you think the kiss was the only proof#then i adviae you to reexamine the relationship#the kiss wasn't romantic anyway#it was desperate and painful#it was a last ditch effort from crowley because he loves aziraphale so much#but it was not the confession#he'd already confessed his feelings#the kiss was never necessary to do that#good omens#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#crowley#aziraphale#good omens spoilers#go2 spoilers
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Several weeks ago one of my coworkers called me over into her cubicle and gave me a very unexpected gift. Her mother passed away recently, and she'd been packing stuff up at her condo to give to relatives and sell, so the home could be sold. The mother was an avid knitter and crocheter, and when my coworker came upon her stash of equipment, she told me, she "immediately thought of me as someone who might get some use out of it."
So, I have inherited a varied collection of knitting needles and crochet hooks, cable needles, sewing needles, and, best of all, now-out-of-print pattern books, mostly for blankets, because that was what this lady loved to make most. Plus, I also have a bunch of gauge swatches she made, pinned to little bits of card covered in perfect schoolteacher handwriting setting out the patterns they were made to test.
And also...
My coworker brought another bag, full of yarn and...knitted blanket squares. Her mother's last started project, before she got too sick to continue. And she asked if there was anything I could do with it.
It turned out, there are twelve completed squares, and I quickly located the pattern book they are from amid those given to me. It's a book of 60 patterns, meant to be put together however the maker wishes into blankets of 20 squares. I figured out which of the numbered patterns were already made, and selected eight more that I thought might go well with them.
So now! I am working on completing! My coworker's mother's last knitting project!
And I really am feeling very good about doing it.
#kidk says stuff#knit#i love making blankets anyway and these patterns are honestly cool#i already have most of the equipment i'd ever need but i still feel warm and fuzzy having this old gal's stuff too#my coworker thought of me ;__; she's seen my scarves and the table runners and stuff i have in my cubicle#she gave me precious things from her mother's beloved hobby because she 'knew i wouldn't let them go to waste'!#i feel very much like a human being and a member of a community because of this idk it's just nice all right?#crafts#blanket completion project
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da crew
#why not include jimmy? good question#i don;t like him#yesss i love drawing headshots#and nothing else#and YES that curly is the same drawing as the one i already posted SHH. that quality was crap anyway#my art#mouthwashing#wrong organ#captain curly#curly mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#daisuke mouthwashing#swansea mouthwashing#i can't stop drawing mouthwashing fanart. sorry it'll be over soon then back to drawing cats <3
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buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#lost in the book with nightmare before christmas#hajimari no halloween#(the origin of halloween huh) (oooh)#why yes i did wake up way too early to watch the stream and will have no memory of drawing this later#anyway THE MAGIC BOOK IS BACK TO EAT US ONCE AGAIN!!!!#this does make things make a lot more sense if it doesn't have to. y'know. actually take place in the established world#like how jack and sally are apparently just gonna be THERE as themselves WHY NOT#i'm certainly not complaining mind you#scully looks like he's gonna be super adorable and i love him already#spooky scary skeleman who just goes :O a lot and is excited for halloween#he seems like he might actually be more of a fusion of jack and sally? or maybe i'm just reading too much into it#still getting jazzy vibes off of him though. is not scully j graves an incredible jazz musician name.#does this open up the possibility that the last time we went into the book there was a sexy anime boy stitch just offscreen the whole time#...maybe some things are best left uncontemplated#god everyone in this event looks fantastic i'm so glad i saved up some keys after all#a little sad that there's no lilia but you know what the fact that a halloweentown malleus exists is still pretty dang good#and sebek's hat is SO tall#the biggest hat for the loudest boy#i hope oogie is here too i need him and jamil to meet#i need jamil to be faced with a guy who's just a bunch of bugs standing on each other's shoulders in a trenchcoat#i am not coherent right now i just needed to get this out before i go pass out again
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So I have been reading svsss here is my first contribution to this fandom
#marim's art#[satisfaction points: -42069]#svsss#svsss fanart#shen qingqiu#luo binghe#bingqiu#liu qingge#shang qinghua#did I do this right#I am still avoiding spoilers so I apologize if this has been done 173727372 times already#I love sqq thatâs my new bestie btw#scum villian self saving system#mxtx#mxtx svsss#girl how many tags do I use#based on the iconic hark a vagrant comic. u know the one#I love it and it felt very fitting#anyways if ur curious I just started vol 4 ;)#meme redraw
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Watching and Dreaming doodles cause im đ„șđ„°
#my art#toh#the owl house#toh hunter#toh willow#toh gus#toh darius#toh huntlow#huntlow#toh winter#the owl house spoilers#toh spoilers#toh season 3#before you comment that gus already has a tattoo#i know#but i like my hc anyway let me live#and darius is very much hunters dad now i take no criticism or comments#and obviously im speechless at the huntlow i just love them so much
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Thinking about how (a humanoid) Bill would see Ford be older after those 30 years (because thatâs how people work), and so to try and appeal to him again, he makes himself look older too (I mean, heâs WAYYYY older than Ford actually, but I just mean visually)
But then after heâs killed and sent to the Theraprism, he goes back to his original twink look, and I say this because I already did a drawing of my humanoid Bill in prison and I like how that design worked with his pathetic traumatized orange jumpsuit look more than I think I would like it with an older looking version đ plus uhh I donât wanna deem that drawing ânot canonâ to my brain so yeah
#doctorsiren#gravity falls#the book of bill#billford#bill cipher#stanford pines#gravity falls fanart#digital art#my art#procreate#I said in my discord that older bill was giving lesbian đ#itâs so goofy bc likeâŠI decided a more âmatureâ version of him would have THAT hair.#which is the SAME HAIR i give to both Manfred von Karma and William Afton#which would be FINE#if I didnât already give âyoungerâ Bill the SAME BANGS I give to both Miles Edgeworth and Michael Afton#THIS CANâT KEEP HAPPENING TO MEEEEEE#Iâm so in love with older Billâs coat oughhh the blue inside RAHHHH#I gave him a big bow on the back of it bc 1. I liked how it looked and 2. reference to my design for his mama#and then he has straps on his eyepatch now bc reference to my humanoid design for his dad#anyways yeah toxic evil triangle man tries so desperately to appeal to his ex boyfriend just to get rejected đđđ
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realized that both the beginning and the end of the happy paris stage of Loumand's relationship has this same contrasting orange to blue/green color scheme. and like. the visual metaphor of Armand literally leaving his cold, lifeless world behind him and choosing the bright, golden warmth of life with Louis instead of killing him like he was supposed to in that tunnel. but as soon as he chooses the coven over Louis, he separates from the warmth like oil in water that was never supposed to be there. and now he's back out in the cold. I'm normal about this, btw.
#armand's look in the restaurant scene is going to haunt me foreverrrr too#he just found out louis genuinely does care for him and even started to move on but the play is literally already written and rehearsed#anyways...I love cinematography#yellowjackets does a lot with orange vs blue too it's become a favorite coloring trope of mine#it's visually more fun than just light vs dark and works well for horror too#iwtv#iwtv parallels#iwtv season 2#iwtv spoilers#interview with the vampire#armand#louis de pointe du lac#loumand#iwtv meta#.txt
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Midnight Rendezvous - Sylus x Female!Reader
Summary: An unmistakable tension has always existed between you and Sylus, and despite trying, youâve never been able to make much sense of it. Heâs haughty, arrogant, and too attractive for his own good. After he intervenes and saves you from a questionable situation during a girlâs night out, he whisks you away to his house despite your protests. You want to hate himâ you want to be mad at himâ but itâs increasingly difficult to fight against your desires, and before long⊠you stop trying.Â
Alternatively summarized as you and Sylus having steamy, passionate sex for the first time.Â
Word Count: 13.9k
Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, rough sex, size difference
Full fic can be found here on Ao3 (with more diverse tags)
The Midnight Bar was, for all intents and purposes, an eclectic melting pot for all of Linkonâs denizens. With its colorful strobe lights and intense, pounding music that poured from the open doorway, it beckoned to any and all passersby, tempting them to set foot past the threshold and lose themselves in the sea of bodies that congregated on the dance floor. More often than not, you dismissed your repetitive, fleeting inclinations to come here for a night of fun. It was easier to justify your homebody tendencies with countless excuses that all pertained to work. But not tonight.Â
No, tonight you wanted to let loose. You wanted to cast aside your worries and obligations for a few hours, to have a few fruity cocktails that you knew would have you on your ass tomorrow. You wanted to dance until your feet throbbed, until your back ached, until your ears rang and drowned out the never ending cacophony of concerns that plagued your mind.
Life was⊠complicated. You wanted to forget about it all for once. You wanted to be selfish.Â
Tara had mercifully agreed to accompany you to the club. Phrasing it as a âgirlâs night outâ had certainly helped matters, and her light-hearted aura would do wonders for your fluctuating emotions. It was easy to stay level headed when she was around, and you found yourself wondering if the data analyst was even aware of her influence.Â
From your rooted position on the dance floor, you could see Tara at the bar waiting dutifully for the drinks sheâd offered to buy, chatting with the burly bartender all the while. You knew you had no business drinking anymoreâ youâd had three of those strawberry whateverâs alreadyâ but the night called for it, and your clammy palms craved the chilled feeling of the thick, cocktail glass more than was probably healthy. The steady ebb and flow of the music had you moving in sync with the crowd around you flawlessly; your hips swayed, your arms languidly rose above your head, and your eyes fluttered shut as you rolled your head back to toss a few strands of hair out of your face.Â
Nothing else existed to you in that moment, and you were more than willing to ride the brainless high for a while longer. Wanderers, Grandma and Caleb, The Hunterâs Association, your heart condition⊠all of it was inconsequential. Every thought that entered your mind dissipated into nothing just as quickly as it appeared, and the last thing you planned to do was squander a second of the reprieve.Â
That is, until a warm, broad hand appeared on your waist.Â
Your eyes flew open at the same time you looked over your shoulder, and your field of view was instantly obscured by a familiar chest clad in a black and red button-up shirt. A smokey, almost spicy cologne flooded your senses, and you recognized the scent even before you craned your neck back to meet Sylusâ imposing gaze. He looked the same as always; annoyingly attractive. His pale hair was effortlessly combed off his forehead to showcase those ruby-red eyes that had once imbued you with a healthy dose of fear. Now though, the sight of them only stoked the flames of rebellion within you.Â
What the hell was he doing in Linkon City? Why was he here of all places?Â
âAll this time and I only ever had you pegged as an indoor cat,â his sultry voice reverberated against you as he bent down to speak directly against your ear, and much to your dismay, you shivered involuntarily. âYou never fail to surprise me, kitten.âÂ
On shaky legs, you managed to step out of Sylusâ reach, his fingers trailing across your hip until you were far enough away that his hand fell back to his side. His expression was the usual smug variant you typically saw plastered to his face, and he cocked his head to the side as he took in your disheveled appearance. For whatever reason, your confidence from earlier seemed to vanish completely, and you found yourself feeling incredibly self-conscious having him see you like this. There wasnât a doubt in your mind that you looked⊠messy. The thin sheen of sweat on your face had your hair clinging to your cheeks for dear life, and the thrum of liquor in your veins warmed you so thoroughly that you were confident you were flushed from head to toe.Â
Out of everyone that could have possibly crossed your path tonight, why did it have to be him? You would have preferred that Zayne walked in to chastise you for your poor life choices rather than the puffed up, Adonis-incarnate before you now. Stupid Sylus with his stupid, attractive smile and his stupid perfect body.Â
Having stared at him for long enough, you mercifully didnât slur your words when you bit out, âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
âI think Iâm the one who should be asking you that, Miss Hunter.â He easily closed the minuscule distance between the two of you with half a step, gingerly putting the back of his hand against your forehead to gauge your temperature. You swatted the appendage away and scowled, your irritation rising when he smirked in response to the motion. âWhat will people say when they hear that Linkonâs valiant defender is drunk in the club on a Thursday night? Have you finally tossed away your self-imposed restrictions to join the rest of society in debauchery?âÂ
âIâm not drunk,â you retorted, and the dry look Sylus shot you conveyed just how willing he was to believe you. âIâm not! Iâm just having a bit of fun. I donât work tomorrow, so Tara and I decided to have a girlâs night out. Which means you canât be here.âÂ
âCanât I? Or will you run to the nearest police officer and tell them that the leader of Onychinus showed face at the Midnight Bar? I didnât think you had it in you, sweetie.âÂ
To hear him even suggest such a thing made your stomach sink into the floor, and you stood up straight as you nervously glanced around the room to make sure no one had heard him so boldly announcing his title. âQuiet down! I swear itâs like you want to be caught. I wouldnât do that, I justâ why are you even here? Shouldnât you be at home?âÂ
At home clearly meant the N109 Zone, but Sylus picked up on your shrouded speech well enough. He fluidly shifted to allow a cluster of younger girls to dart past him through the crowd, but his eyes never wavered from yours. âWhy else would I deign to grace Linkon City with my presence? Iâm here on business. Itâs since concluded, but I wanted to grab a drink. I wasnât expecting to find you in the middle of the dance floor all by yourself.âÂ
Your tipsy brain was slow to process all of his information, the most prudent of which had to do with who he was discussing business with in this part of the city. You didnât even bother to ask, though. Sylus could avoid your questions like he was born to do it, and you were painfully aware of how much he loved to goad you. Better to let the matter rest⊠for now.Â
You crossed your arms over your chestâ suddenly acutely aware of the plunging neckline of your dressâ and did your best to sound firm. âWell, donât stop on my account. Go get your drink so I can go back to what I was doing.âÂ
Those eyes of his were predatory in every sense of the word. You may as well have been naked with how vulnerable you felt on the receiving end of his unrelenting stare. âAnd leave you all alone here? Perish the thought.âÂ
Right on cue, you spotted Taraâs familiar head of hair bobbing and weaving through the crowd, both of her arms raised to protect the integrity of the two cocktails she held from the ever shifting sea of bodies. You instantly relaxed at the sight of her, and if Sylusâs raised brow was anything to go by, he noticed your change in demeanor almost immediately. He glanced over his shoulder in time to spot Tara emerging from the throng of bodies, one of the drinks in her hands already outstretched towards you.Â
âThe wait was crazy, but the bartender was really nice!â She had to shout over the roar of the music, an easygoing smile already playing on her lips. You took the offered beverage from her while she continued, âHe gave me his employee discount for both of the drinks. I think he likedââ
You knew the exact moment Tara noticed the six foot two giant towering over you, her brown eyes becoming comically wide as she shifted her weight to look up at Sylus. Recognition flashed across her face, and for a brief moment you felt a genuine surge of panic. But then her expression smoothed out, and she gently patted Sylusâ shoulder in a friendly greeting.Â
âYouâre Skye, right? Itâs been forever! What are you doing here?âÂ
Skye? You were confused for all of two seconds until you remembered the one and only time Tara had ever met Sylus; at the hotel all those weeks ago during your team building exercise. You thought he had been pretending to be a fruit vendor, up until he let you know that he would order more of the watermelon served there that you loved so much, cluing you in on the fact that he had some kind of dealings with the establishment. The enigma of a man seemed to have his fingers in damn near every pie in Linkon and the N109 Zone.Â
Was nowhere safe from his influence? HonestlyâŠÂ
The conversation between your two acquaintances had continued in the midst of your reminiscing, and Sylus pinned you with a knowing look, which brought yet another scowl to your face. âIâm just passing through. I happened to see Miss Hunter over here looking incredibly lonely, so I decided Iâd come and say hello.â
Liar. âI already told you I was here for a girlâs night out. As you can see, the girls are back together and in the middle of something.â
Taraâs glassy eyes lit up as the worst idea imaginable came to mind. âI donât mind if you want to hang out with us, Skye. You can be one of the girls for the night if youâd like.âÂ
The giggle that slipped out of Tara spoke volumes of her inebriated state, and you opted to blame all the alcohol for giving her enough courage to invite a borderline stranger into your circle. If she knew the truth about the man standing mere inches away from her, you knew her tone would change in an instant. Thankfully though, Sylus interjected before you got the chance to, seemingly on the same page as you for once.Â
âThank you for the invite, but I canât linger tonight. You two have your fun, Iâll be at the bar for a bit before I need to head out. The fruit business never sleeps, Iâm afraid.â
The ease with which he lied out of his ass was something that needed to be studied by professionals, you were certain. Still, you were grateful that he was taking pity on you and excusing himself, though you had to admit you were⊠surprised by it. The Sylus you knew wouldnât turn his nose up at a chance to taunt you and keep you on your toes. Even though he had revealed sides of himself to you that you hadnât expected, at the end of the day, Sylus was an instigator at his core.Â
Red eyes glittering with mirth met yours for the briefest of moments before the Onychinus leader turned on his heel to head for the bar, and the crowd of people that surrounded the three of you seemed to part for him effortlessly. Countless heads turned to watch Sylus as he went, women and men alike staring after him with varying degrees of attraction and envy written across their faces. You could hardly blame them.Â
Men more than likely wanted to be him, and women no doubt wanted to be with him. He seemed to have that effect on everyone he crossed paths with.Â
âIs there something going on between you two?âÂ
Your head swiveled back towards Tara so fast, the movement practically gave you whiplash. âI have no idea what youâre talking about.âÂ
She playfully shoved your shoulder, which only succeeded in pushing herself away from you as she stumbled back a step. No more drinks for her, you thought to yourself. âOh come on,â she drawled. âThe tension between you and him is thick enough to cut with a knife. Plus the way he stares at you? I would melt if I was on the receiving end of those eyes.â
Thoroughly fed up with the conversation already, you simply shook your head and brought your drink to your lips, your eyes unconsciously seeking Sylus out. He was exactly where he said he would be; at the bar with a glass already pinched between his long, lithe fingers. How he had gotten a drink so fast, you didnât know, and you furrowed your brows in confusion at the same time his gaze zeroed in on you from across the room. He raised his beverage to you and tipped his head forward in a leisurely manner, but you only gave him a nonplussed blink in response before looking away.Â
âExhibit A,â Tara tactfully pointed out when you returned to paying attention to her. âWhat would be the harm? Heâs handsome, heâs got to be smart with all the business deals heâs involved in, heâs polite. He could be good for you if you gave him a chance.âÂ
âTara, you have no idea what youâre talking about. Heâsââ you cut yourself off, trying and failing to come up with a justification that didnât out him as the head of a massive crime organization. In the end you settled for, âHeâs a complicated guy. Can we just forget about it? Please?âÂ
âFine, fine,â she waved off your pleading and took a hearty sip of her drink, motioning for you to do the same. âIâll let it slide this once, but donât think for one second that Iâm dropping the subject forever. Anyways, do you think the DJ is taking requests?âÂ
Thankfully it didnât take you long to fall back into your previously upbeat mood. The steady supply of alcohol and the rancorous thrum of your heartbeat in your ears certainly helped matters, and when the song Tara had requested finally came on over the pounding speakers, you shed the remainder of your inhibitions and downed the rest of your drink to free up your hands and dance wildly. It took a herculean effort not to glance back to the bar to see if Sylus was still perched on the stool in the corner, but your willpower won out in the end as you swayed your hips to the tempo of the dark, seductive music.Â
Lost in the sea of bodies around you, your senses were overwhelmed with all the different sights, sounds, and smells that surrounded you. The tang of everyoneâs sweat mixed together wasnât altogether unpleasant, and the sickly sweet taste of the lingering cocktail on your lips had you wetting them as red strobe lights darted overhead. Heat from everyone packed in tight next to one another had sweat dripping down your brow, your chest, your backâ so you dexterously gathered your hair in one hand to lift off of your neck to offer some reprieve.Â
Tara was a blur in the corner of your eye, but you still knew she was somewhere in front of you. That was how you knew the hand on the nape of your neck wasnât hers, and the absence of Sylusâ trademark scent told you that it wasnât him, either.Â
Ambushed by an errant hand for the second time in one night, you were quick to spin around and shove the stranger away. It was a manâ an unfamiliar one at thatâ who looked all too put out to have been so harshly rejected within the first five seconds of trying. His hair was so black that underneath the clubâs technicolored lights, it looked blue. Pale green eyes were narrowed in confusion at you, though you noticed how he immediately attempted to school his expression once youâd turned around.Â
âHey,â he called over the thrumming base of the music. âWant to dance?â
Suddenly bashful at having been so harsh, you did your best to ease up your defensive stance and allowed for a polite smile to play on your lips while you shook your head. âThank you, but no thanks. Iâm here with my friend.âÂ
Apparently being nice wasnât going to work, because the stranger stepped close enough to sling his arms across your and Taraâs shoulders, and with the brief look the two of you shared, you could tell neither one of you was particularly thrilled about it. âThe more the merrier! Why donât you two come over to my booth in the corner? Iâm sure my friends would love to meet you.â
Calmly but firmly, you grabbed for the manâs hand to unsling it from around your neck, taking a small step away from him as you reached for Tara. âNo thank you, weâre goodââ
His hand shot out quickly, and you blamed the alcohol in your system for nullifying your reaction time, because the bastard succeeded in grabbing your forearm to pull you closer once again. His nails dug into your flesh hard enough that you winced, and when you tried pulling back, you felt the telltale sting of skin breaking. âOh come on,â he crooned, giving you an undiluted nose-full of the stale beer on his breath. âDonât be such a buzzkill. A couple of beautiful women such as yourselves deserve a night of fun, wouldnât you say?âÂ
Tara interjected this time, looking more uncomfortable than youâd ever seen her before. âWeâre really fine, please let goââ
A shadow crossed your vision for a moment; large, imposing, and radiating an aura that you could only describe as murderous. Smokey cologne filled your nostrils as Sylus wrenched the manâs hand away from your arm, then picked him up by the scruff of his shirt to glare menacingly into his eyes. Over the blaring music, you had no idea what the green-eyed stranger was saying, but you could make out the sound of him stammering as he clawed at the arm that held him inches off the ground.Â
For a minute, you really thought Sylus was going to end the manâs life. Even in the midst of hoisting an adult male off the floor by the fabric of his shirt, he didnât move a muscle. It didnât even look like he was struggling. He was eerily still, and when you moved to catch a glimpse of his side profile, there was no missing the white hot stare he had glued to his prey.Â
Tentatively, you placed your hand on his shoulder, squeezing softly to get his attention. âSylus, weâre fineâ just put him down, please.âÂ
Aside from a muscle in his jaw ticking minutely, he gave no indication that he had heard you. You tried again, âSylus please. People are staring, youâre causing a scene.âÂ
Truthfully you couldnât care less about the people in the club watching everything unfold, but you were worried about police being called in and discovering who exactly Sylus was. The thought of him being taken away unnerved you, and even though you knew he could more than likely escape beforehand, you feared for the people that would inevitably be caught in the crossfire.Â
Beneath your palm, you felt Sylusâ bicep flex before he roughly dropped the man from his ironclad grip. The stranger, wide-eyed with terror, stumbled when his feet hit the floor, but he didnât waste any time disappearing into the crowd and vanishing from sight. You sighed with relief, grateful that things hadnât ended badly, then looked back to the silver haired man. His red eyes were fixed on your arm where the stranger had scratched you; four stark, crescent shaped wounds were etched into your skin. Sylus gently took your hand in his to bring your forearm closer for him to inspect, lightly running his fingers over the wounds, and despite the severity of the situation, you felt your face flushing from the intimacy of the gesture.Â
âCome on,â Sylus practically growled, his grip on your hand tightening. âWeâre leaving.âÂ
âIâ wait, what?â You tried wrenching your arm free from the imposing manâs vice grip, but it was like pulling at Protocore infused shackles. âSylus, let me go! What about Tara? I canât leave her here alone.âÂ
âLuke and Kieran are already on their way. Theyâll take her home.â He didnât look at you as he half-pulled, half-dragged you through the crowd towards the front doors of the club. It took everything in you not to stumble in your heels and sprawl out on the sticky, tile floor, but something told you that even if you did, Sylus would just haul you up and toss you over his shoulder before you made contact with the ground. When the two of you made it outside, the cool air was like a sobering slap to the face, and you blinked rapidly as Sylus released your hand long enough to open the passenger side door of a sleek, black car parked in the front. He gestured stiffly to the seat, âGet in.âÂ
The flame of rebellion reserved especially for Sylus and his insufferable brand of arrogance roared to life in a split second. Any gratitude you might have felt towards him dissipated into the air like smoke. Your eyes sharpened into something lethal, and your hands curled into fists at your sides as you stood your ground on the sidewalkâ silently daring him to physically move you into the car, because you would sooner go head to head with a den of Wanderers before you let yourself be ordered around by him.Â
âNo.â Â
âWhat if I asked nicely?âÂ
âNo,â you doubled down firmly, your nails biting into the skin of your palms as you beat back the urge to smack him.Â
âKitten,â Sylusâ voice was a low rumble, but the nickname came out as anything but calm. It held a dangerous edge to it, like something akin to thunder sounding before lightning struck. âNow really isnât the time to show me your claws. Please, get in the car.âÂ
âScrew you, Sylus. I already said no. Iâll walkââÂ
The familiar, cold tendrils of his Evol snaked around your torso, lashing out too fast for you to track or dodge. There was an almost imperceivable tug against your midsection, and the next thing you knew, you were being haphazardly thrown into the car. Any whiplash the motion would have caused was prevented by the red mist that cradled your head. By the time you realized what had happened, Sylus was shutting the door on you and striding around to the driverâs side, ignoring the wary stares from the people outside waiting to be let into the club.Â
âAre you out of your mind?â You snapped as soon as he climbed in, and your blood boiled when he wouldnât even do you the service of looking at you while you raged. âYouâre completely out of line! You donât get to just decide to kidnap me when Iïżœïżœïżœm out with my friends. Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is?âÂ
âYouâll get over it,â he muttered, throwing the gear in drive before peeling away from the curb. He spun the car around so quickly that you found yourself leaning uncomfortably against the door, and as he evened out the steering wheel and took off down the street, the erratic motions had you bouncing between the window and the center console. âYou might want to buckle up, sweetie.âÂ
He shot you a sidelong look when you jerked on the seatbelt hard enough for it to lock in place, then snickered when you were forced to be gentler to draw the strap across your lap. âKeep laughing like that and youâll have to sleep with one eye open tonight,â you muttered, clicking the buckle into place.Â
Sylus chuckled softly under his breath, his knuckles blanching white against the steering wheel for a brief moment before he said, âIâm counting on it, kitten.âÂ
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Insufferable. Demanding. Egotistical. Infuriatingly charming. Too suave for his own good. All of those terms could be used to describe Sylus, but even then it wasnât enough. No dictionary in the world had enough words to characterize the manâs personality, and you were positive that if you tried finding one, you would be on the hunt for the rest of your life.Â
After arriving at his house in the N109 Zone, youâd bitten his head off for not taking you home. When he had countered with the claim that heâd never specified where he was taking you to begin with, you had thrown your hands in the air and stomped away into the living room, at your wits end for the nth time tonight. He had given you a modicum of space to let you cool off shortly thereafter, until he had reappeared to let you know that Luke and Kieran had dropped Tara off at her house safe and sound.Â
That had⊠helped your mood a little. While Sylus was an exasperating person as a whole, you knew that you could trust him to have your friend delivered home unharmed. Luke and Kieran were reliable tooâ at least, they were when they werenât conspiring to get you and their boss into compromising situations.
You had never really forgiven them for setting you up that night you were searching for Sylusâ brooch. If Sylus was the ringmaster of Onychinus, Luke and Kieran were the acrobats bending over backwards to please him.Â
âThereâs a change of clothes by the bathroom,â Sylusâ gravelly voice sounded from somewhere behind you, but you didnât bother looking away from the massive bay windows to acknowledge him. âYou can go shower if you want. If youâre still adamant about going home afterwards, then Iâll take you.âÂ
You barked out a humorless laugh, and you saw Sylus narrow his eyes at you in the reflection of the window. âWhy so hospitable all of a sudden? You didnât care about what I wanted when you were hauling me out of the club like a petulant child.âÂ
âIâm sorry, are we forgetting the part where I got rid of the human scum that was yanking you around like a dog on a leash?âÂ
You dumbly shook your head, baffled and bewildered that he had justifications ready to dish out after behaving so boorishly. âWhile I appreciate that you intervened, I had it under control.â
One second he was across the room glaring at the back of your head. The next, he was inches away from you, peering down at you like an ominous shadow with predatory intent plastered all over his face. Sylus swiftly captured your hand in his to reveal the tiny row of scratches on your forearm, his gentle ministrations so at odds with his stormy demeanor. He cocked a brow at you and condescendingly said, âYou and I have very different definitions of what âunder controlâ means, kitten.âÂ
âWhatever,â you muttered, easily withdrawing your arm back to your side. âItâs not like he could have done anything serious. We had people all around us, and security would have come over eventuallyââ
âFor future reference, donât rely on drunk patrons to protect you. I expected better from a Linkon Hunter. You have no idea what that man wanted with you and your friend.âÂ
âOh, and you do?â
âYes.â
That one word from Sylus made you pause, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, and your face crinkled in confusion as you processed the meaning behind his declaration. âYou⊠Did you use your Evol?â
Not the least bit ashamed at having been caught, Sylus turned away from you to look out the floor to ceiling window. âHe may as well have been screaming his desires with how loud his thoughts were. What he wanted was vile,â he stated roughly, âand he would have gotten it whether you were a willing participant or not.âÂ
The silence that filled the living room was deafening, and you nervously looked down to the floor as you shifted your weight between your feet. To hear the real reason why Sylus had felt the need to intervene⊠it explained the cold-blooded expression youâd seen on his face. Moreover, you were glad that he hadnât left like he had said he would.Â
Should you apologize? It felt wrong to just ignore the fact that Sylus could very well have saved your life tonight, and Taraâs by extension. He was as stubborn and headstrong as they came, but he wasnât a monster. He had protected you countless times before now, and despite your brainâs unwillingness to fully agree, you had a sneaking suspicion that the crime lord had a soft spot for you. Youâd come to terms with that fact a long time ago. At the very least, you felt like you owed him a sincere apology for being such a brat in the face of his kindness.Â
If it could even be called that.Â
Your mouth opened so those two little words could slip free and ease the weight that had settled on your shoulders, but Sylusâ finger stopped you. The slender digit pressed against your lips and prevented you from saying anything, and you looked up at him through your lashes as you blinked slowly in confusion.Â
âGo clean up. We can talk more after, if youâd like.âÂ
The softness of his voice coupled with the tenderness of his gaze compelled you to listen. No retorts, no witty one-liners, no arguments formed on your tongue. For the first time since knowing him, you werenât in the mood to butt heads or deny him.Â
So you listened.Â
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He was waiting for you when you finished in the bathroom.Â
Maybe it was more appropriate to say that heâd simply retired to his room after waiting for nearly an hour. After all, you were technically using his shower. The gray cotton pajamas that had been left for you on the bathroom counter were soft, thin, and fit like a glove. You had taken a good minute to relish in the comfortable feeling of them before slipping out of the steam filled chamber.Â
Sylus was thumbing over the collection of records on the shelf when you emerged, his broad back to you as he thoughtfully debated on which one to play. He made no move to acknowledge your presence, but you already knew he had heard you walk out of the bathroom. He was too perceptive to overlook anyone sneaking up on him.Â
Padding over to the bed, you sat down on the edge of the mattress and mulled over the countless different things you could say to him. âIâm sorryâ was seemingly the most prudent. There was also the âthank youâ route, which wasnât a bad option considering he had made sure Tara made it home safely in addition to coming to your aide. Part of you even wanted to ask why he cared to go so far out of his way for you when you were merely⊠well, you. Sure, your paths had intertwined some time ago, and he had helped you out in choppy situations a few times before. But at the end of the day, the two of you couldnât be more different, and it wasnât like youâd made it easy for him to get to know you.Â
Why did he care to help you?Â
You could already hear his possible responses playing in your mind. He would probably say something like âI protect my investments,â or âYou have a habit of looking so pitiful, I canât help myselfâ. Something that would affirm that you were important to him while still keeping you at armâs length. This cat and mouse game you had going with him was maddening, and you were starting to lose your grip on what was real and what was a facade.Â
âIf you think any harder, youâre going to hurt yourself, kitten.âÂ
Sylusâ voice drew you back into the present moment, and you glanced towards him in time to watch him slide a vinyl case off the shelf before carefully thumbing the packaging open. His captivating red eyes landed on you as he deposited the disk onto the record player, effortlessly dropping the needle down without so much as blinking. An almost bewitching melody filled the room, and then Sylus was setting down the case to walk towards you, his stride slow and purposeful. Stopping a few inches away from you, he delicately picked up a strand of your damp hair to coil around his finger as he raked his eyes over your body.Â
The pajamas heâd chosen were definitely meant for hot nights, that was for sure. The soft, gossamer shorts left nearly all of your legs on display. Nevermind the racy neckline of the matching, lace-lined tank top. All in all, you were wearing more skin than you were clothes.Â
âI was thinking,â you started to say, tilting your chin up to meet his unyielding stare. âI owe you an apology.âÂ
One perfectly groomed brow quirked up in response. âOh?â
âI know I can be stubborn sometimesââÂ
âThe understatement of the century,â he mused thoughtfully.Â
âShush, I need to say this.â You sighed before pressing on undaunted, your tone hardening, âThat being said, Iâd be ungrateful if I didnât acknowledge that I was out of my element tonight. I honestly donât know if things would have gone the way you said they would, but even so I can see now that I wasnât in a state of mind to properly protect myself or Tara. Your methods were⊠unorthodox, but you being there was appreciated, and Iâm sorry that I snapped at you.âÂ
Sylus was quiet for a few seconds, taking in your words with an almost serene expression on his face. His thumb traced over the strand of your hair around his finger, then let it slip away to caress the side of your cheek with his knuckles. Your breathing hitchedâ startled by the gestureâ but you made no move to pull away or stop him. It was rare for you to be able to perceive him so⊠openly.Â
His voice was low, barely a whisper as he murmured, âYou never have to thank me for the things I do. Especially not for tonight.âÂ
The way he grazed your cheekbone with his fingertips before tracing the outline of your jaw had your mouth firmly sealed. If you tried to speak, you already knew your voice would come out pitifully small. It had nothing to do with feeling small, however. The utter longing in Sylusâ gaze coupled with the almost reverent way he touched your face made you feel⊠important. He was looking at you like you were the only thing he cared about within the four walls, which was saying something when you stopped to consider all the valuables and collectables he kept hidden away in his bedroom.Â
But you didnât stop to think. Not really. Your brain was mercifully silent as you studied his eyes, his posture, his lips. Something had shifted between the two of you, and you didnât know if you were eager or scared to discover what that meant. Sylusâ thumb slid over your lips, his touch featherlight as well as chill-inducing. The hunger in his eyes was unmistakable as the corner of his mouth twitched up into a half smirk.Â
âLet tonight be a lesson to you, kitten; never let your guard down around anyone,â his gaze flickered from your face to your chest, then lazily swept down the rest of your seated form. âEspecially not when youâre out for a night on the town looking like the human embodiment of temptation.âÂ
âTemptation?â You echoed dumbly, and Sylus shook his head to himself as he laughed softly.Â
âDonât tell me you were completely oblivious to how you looked in the middle of the club earlier. Iâll admit, the amount of eyes you had on you made me⊠twitchy. I should burn that dress to cinders, but then Iâd never get to see you in it again.âÂ
You blinked in surprise, a tingling warmth spreading from your chest all the way down your torso before settling between your legs. âIâ you liked it?âÂ
It should have made you laugh the way Sylus had to bend down so much to put his eyes at the same level as yours, but humor had flown right out the fucking window the second he started caressing your face. His blatant desire burned you, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Red eyes bored into yours, and his face was close enough that you could see the darker shade of red that rimmed his irises. Being so up close and personal with his lips also made thinking difficult, but the one thought you managed to cling onto was how soft they looked, and how much you wanted to feel them against yours.Â
This man was quickly becoming your undoing, and you truly didnât think you had it in you to fight against your baser urges.Â
âI liked the dress,â Sylus said huskily, his fingers leaving your face to ghost down the side of your neck. âI liked your heels, and I definitely liked your dancing.â His fingers moved to curl around the back of your neck, pulling you ever so slightly closer to him so that his breath fanned across your cheeks as his eyes eagerly fell to your lips. âWould you be offended if I said I like you?âÂ
The shallow breath you drew into your lungs was like music to Sylusâ ears, and you felt his hand stiffen against the nape of your neck as he awaited your response. Formulating words was a bit of a challenge, however, seeing as all you could focus on was the unrepentant fantasies that were currently bombarding your brain. You wanted him bad, and the wet heat ravaging your lower body was a testament to that fact.Â
âIâm going to need an answer, sweetie,â Sylus purred, all too pleased with the way you seemed to unconsciously move your face closer to his. âOr am I meant to read your mind to find out for myself?â
âIâm not offended,â your response was airyâ barely a whisperâ but Sylus heard you loud and clear, and he grinned wickedly as his grip on your neck tightened. âI think I like you too.âÂ
âItâs about time.âÂ
Those three little words came out roughly, but you hardly got the chance to dwell on the gravelly timbre to Sylusâ voice. His lips were on yours in the next second, stealing your breath and igniting a fire in your veins that threatened to burn you from the inside out. Every one of your senses was overcome with Sylus; his smokey scent, the throaty moan he let slip, the feeling of his fingers burying themselves in your still damp hair. You heard him kick off his shoes without breaking away, and then you felt the mattress dip under his weight as he supported himself over you with one of his knees. Looming above you, you were entirely at his mercy as he used the newfound angle to his advantage, sweeping his tongue along the roof of your mouth as he devoured the minuscule sounds that emanated from you. You cautiously wrapped your significantly smaller hand around his thick wrist, drawing him close enough into your space that you had to lean back on the bed to accommodate his larger frame.Â
âThe things you do to me,â Sylus rumbled, leaning his head to the side to trail hot, open mouthed kisses down your neck, flicking his tongue against your pulse with a low hum. âSo unbelievably perfect. You have no idea what I want to do to you.âÂ
Emboldened by his praise, you let your hands rest on his narrow waist so your nails could dig into the silky fabric of his dress shirt. âShow me, then,â you replied, turning your head so you could stare up at him as your teeth began to bite at your swollen bottom lip.Â
In a flash, Sylus had moved off of you to wedge his arms under your armpits, effortlessly hoisting you off the edge of the bed so he could better toss you towards the mountain of pillows near the headboard. A surprised yelp sounded from you as your ass made contact with the smooth, satin sheets, and you watched blearily as Sylus deftly began undoing the top buttons of his shirt with one hand as his eyes raked over you. âYou donât have any idea what kind of effect you have on me, do you? You drive me crazy and youâre none the wiser to it. Ignorance really is bliss, huh?â
âIââ you didnât know what to say or where to look, especially once the muscled expanse of his chest started to show itself. âIâm sorry?âÂ
Chuckling darkly, Sylus finished off the remaining clasps on his shirt and shrugged the attire off, tossing it somewhere near the record player before making his way to the side of the bed. âActions speak louder than words, kitten. Why donât you show me just how sorry you are?â His hands gestured towards his belt in an unspoken question, and while it took you a second to figure out what it was that he wanted, you were quick to shuffle towards him to get started once your brain caught up. âSo eager to please⊠Iâm impressed.âÂ
You ignored his teasing to the best of your ability. Cold feet wouldnât serve you well nowâ not when every fiber of your being was heated with blatant arousal. The urge to please him, to pleasure him, to drive him to further madness, was overwhelming. Nimble as a cat, you undid his belt and let the metal buckle fall away with a resounding clink. The catch of his pants went next, and you made sure to glance up at him through your lashes as you slowly dragged the zipper down, reveling in the lust-filled gaze he fixed you with.Â
Sylus let you do the majority of the work, only deigning to lend you a hand when you struggled to pull his pants down over the swell of his rear. A throaty laugh sounded from above you when your eyes nearly bugged out of your head at the sight of his briefs. The unmistakable outline of his girth was apparent through the dark fabric, and fuckâ was he big.Â
How the hell was that supposed to fit anywhere inside you?Â
âDonât tell me youâre nervous,â Sylus taunted, his index finger and thumb coming to grip your chin and tilt your head up at him. âJust take it slow. Iâll talk you through it.âÂ
All his promise did was give you butterflies. You swallowed thickly, nodding as he released you so you could turn back to the task at hand. Almost hesitantly you slipped your fingers under the waistband of his dark undergarments, taking care to let your hands graze the delectable âVâ of his lower stomach before you pulled them down and revealed inch after inch of his insane member. You couldnât help it that your mouth fell open at the sight.Â
Sylusâ cock wasnât just big, it was thick. The sheer weight of it fought against its erect nature and had it drooping menacingly before your parted lips. The shiny, red tip was already oozing pre-cum, causing it to glimmer as it reflected the dim overhead lighting. A sparse collection of darker, neatly trimmed hair surrounded his shaft, and you unconsciously found your nails scraping gently through it before you took him in your hands. Even with both of the appendages working together to grip him, there was still ample space left untouched and exposed, and you licked your lips before glancing up at the silver haired man with expectant eyes.Â
Sylus still looked surprisingly put together despite the circumstances, but the way his chest rose and fell quicker than normal spoke volumes of his excitement. His red eyes glittered with anticipation, and one of his large hands carded through your hair before gripping the strands firmly enough to maneuver your cheek directly against his throbbing manhood. He sighed as soon as your skin made contact with it, gently moving you around by your tresses until his tip bumped against your lips.Â
âOpen,â came his sultry command.Â
With nowhere else to go you heeded his instruction and stuck your tongue out, ready and willing for whatever he had planned for you. He let you guide his cock into the warm, inviting prison that was your mouth, and without any further pointers from him, you took him as far as you could before you felt the head bumping the back of your throat. The urge to gag came and went quickly as you hollowed your cheeks around your mouthful, and the ragged sound Sylus let slip conveyed his approval well enough.Â
It was a tad difficult to crane your neck back to sneak a glance at him, but from what you could see, he was breathing heavily and looking down at you with wonder. âYouâre quite the little minx, arenât you?âÂ
You hummed your confirmation, the vibrations from the action making the hand in your hair squeeze tighter around the strands, and the soft curse that emanated from him was like music to your ears.Â
âFuckâ slowly now, keep your tongue out and mind your teeth. Tap my leg if you need to stop, alright kitten?âÂ
Stopping was the absolute last thing you wanted to do, but you dipped your head just enough to let him know you were in agreement. Sylus cupped the underside of your jaw with his free hand while the other stayed firmly rooted in your hairâ fully in control of your head from that moment forwardâ and you allowed for your hands to slip away from the base of his cock so you could brace your palms on his toned thighs. His first few thrusts were meant to test your resolve, seeing as they were shallow and relatively wary. Your jaw stayed slack throughout all of it though, and you even took it upon yourself to tense and untense your tongue as he plunged in and out.Â
âDamn,â Sylus groaned as his eyes fell shut, the euphoric sensations prompting him to increase his pace ever so slightly. Your nails scraped against the skin of his thighs as you curled your hands into loose fists, the sordid, wet sounds of your mouth making your face flush with barely there embarrassment. âThatâs it, darling. Youâre doing great.âÂ
With his fingers wrapped under your jaw, the placement of his digits allowed you to become acutely aware of the bulge in your throat. Sylusâ cock edged deeper and deeper into your mouth with every pump of his hips, and when a strangled, choking sound finally broke free from your stuffed mouth, Sylus laughed darkly before opening his eyes to turn his attention back to you.Â
âI wish you could see yourself right now.â Sylus emphasized the statement with a harsher buck of his hips, the head of his cock sliding past the back of your throat and reaching far enough that you felt it near the top of your esophagus. Your eyes pinched shut as tears welled up within them, then flew open as the man above you withdrew his shaft nearly all the way to give you the chance to breathe. Greedy gulps of air were sucked down immediately, followed by a harsh cough that forced the pooling tears in your eyes to cascade down your cheeks. âYou make one hell of a pretty picture, sweetie. Iâll have to keep a camera on hand next time.âÂ
âC-Can I try?â You rasped out the question as you worked to catch your breath, and the amusement that lit up Sylusâ features was enough to harden your determination.Â
He released the underside of your jaw and affectionately brushed a few strands of hair out of your face before dropping his hands entirely. âBy all means. Show me what tricks youâve got up your sleeve, Miss Hunter.âÂ
You werenât inexperienced by any means, but the impressive size of Sylus had you reevaluating everything youâd ever learned. A blow job was a blow job, however, and you were certain that your enthusiasm would help cover any blind spots that would no doubt appear.Â
Sylus watched with anticipation as you took him back in your hands and smiled up at him, resting the heavy head of his cock between your lips before you pursed them to press a warm, messy kiss to the sensitive tip. The tiny, evil glint in your tear-stained eyes clued him in on just how badly you yearned to make him crumble, and for probably the first time in his life, Sylus couldnât wait to see someone try to knock him down a peg or two.Â
With your eyes still glued to him, you slipped your tongue out and ran it slowly over the slit before curling the muscle around the swollen head with a soft sigh, gently stroking him once, then twice. You twisted your wrist slightly as you opened your mouth again to suck wetly at the pre-cum beading before your eyes, laving your tongue over the head hard enough for Sylusâ eyes to narrow for the briefest of moments. His hands clenched at his side, the insatiable urge to fuck into your mouth again taking over him, but he refrained from interrupting your show through sheer force of will alone.Â
You smiled coyly up at him, entirely aware of the larger manâs internal struggle, and slowly slid his cock back into your mouth so your lips sealed right over the head as you sucked. It was wet and messy and noisy, and Sylus couldnât help the way he twitched forward for more as a string of broken curses fell from his lips.Â
Your eyes fluttered shut as you tilted your head to the side to mouth down Sylusâ length, sucking gently and soothing your tongue over the warm flesh as you went, and if the feeling and the sight of you wasnât enough to leave Sylus a panting, eager mess, the slick sounds of your mouth would fucking do it for him. He kept his hands off but groaned loudly, trying his best to indicate that you should absolutely keep doing exactly that.Â
His head fell back between his tense shoulders as he let out a low, rumbling moan, shivering when you curled your tongue around the underside of his cock and breathed a soft chuckle against him. You worked to stroke the parts of him that your lips werenât worshiping, and the smooth, even touches were made even smoother by the copious amounts of saliva and pre-cum that already soaked his shaft. Sylusâ leg twitched minutely, his knee banging against the side of the bed frame, but all he could feel was your soft lips at the base of his cock followed by an agile twist around the slick head, smearing all the combined moisture around blindingly. He didnât think it could get any better than that, but once you dipped your head low enough to take the skin of his balls into your mouth and suck delicately, Sylus was fighting to keep his head out of the clouds, because the sensation was absolutely otherworldly.Â
âFuck,â came Sylusâ garbled, gritted voice, his stomach tensing as his hands finally returned to your mussed hair. âAlright, youâve proven your point, kitten.â
Hardly, you thought. You ignored the high strung edge to his voice and continued your ministrations, wrapping your lips around the head and taking him as deep as you could before you swallowed, and when Sylus choked on a rough gasp in response, you withdrew slowly, using the tip of your tongue to press along the underside of his cock. Sylus desperately wanted to stop you, because the last thing he had anticipated was cutting all the fun short by finishing in your mouth of all placesâ but then your tongue swirled around the tip again while you stroked every wet, exposed inchâ and his fingers tightened around your strands of hair as he fought the urge to shove his cock back into the welcoming embrace of your mouth.Â
He didnât think it was possible for such a tiny thing to have such a dexterous tongue. There was simply no way anything born of this Earth could possibly be this versatile.Â
âEnough,â Sylus growled abruptly, willing his brain to supersede his baser urges as he promptly pulled you off of him by your hair. The sting from the motion made you gasp, but the pleasure that came with being so easily manhandled quickly overshadowed the pain, and your hooded eyes drank in the sight of Sylus as you breathed in deeply.Â
Red eyes hazy and unfocused, chest rising and falling rapidly, and a pretty flush youâd never seen before sneaking up his neck and spreading across his cheeks and ears. Oh yeah, you thought, he was definitely getting close.Â
âDonât look so smug,â Sylus rumbled, the slight strain in his voice barely noticeable. But you were a Linkon City Hunter, and being perceptive was technically a job requirement, so you absolutely took note of it. You couldnât help but grinâ awfully proud of yourself for riling him up this wayâ and let go of his cock to brace yourself on your arms as you leaned back.Â
âSorry, I just really liked the face you were making.âÂ
His eyes narrowed in an unspoken challenge, and before you could so much as blink, his larger body was covering the bulk of yours as he hoisted you back up the mattress so you were leaning against the throne of pillows once again. Red tendrils of his Evol aided him in the removal of your shirt, the lacy attire vanishing from view as he crawled backwards just enough so he could slip his fingers under the waistband of your pajama shorts before he said, âI hope it was worth it, because now itâs my turn to see what kinds of faces youâll make, sweetie.âÂ
The effect his words had on you could have honestly been deemed concerning, and the pure bolt of arousal that shot through you when he started to drag your pants off without breaking eye contact was like nothing you had ever felt before. As soon as he had tossed your bottoms to the floor to join his own pile of clothing, he wasted little time in settling between your outstretched legs, wrapping one of his thick forearms over your waist to hold you in place as a devious expression spread across his face.Â
âTry to hold still for me,â he breathed out softly. You opened your mouth to reply, but your words got cut off the second one of his fingers slid along your slit and pressed against your clit, wringing a strangled gasp from you as you inadvertently bucked your hips up into his touch. He tutted disapprovingly, âThatâs the exact opposite of holding still.âÂ
âIââ another gasp filled the room as Sylus took to drawing languid circles around the bundle of nerves between your legs, the accumulated moisture there making the action effortless and positively heavenly. It took an insane amount of restraint to keep your hips still despite the blissful torment, your breathing becoming increasingly erratic as Sylus played with you, testing your reactions and pushing your limits as though your body was a new toy he was trying out. Your nails dug into your palms in an attempt to ground yourself, your bottom lip throbbing as you savaged it with your teeth.Â
As soon as Sylusâ mouth appeared against your entrance, there was no stopping the unconscious jerk of your hips against his face. His muffled laughter against you didnât help matters, and you wheezed shakily as you grabbed for a fistful of the sheets with one hand while slapping the other over your mouth. Keening, desperate little moans slipped through your fingers, Sylusâ tongue reducing you to a brainless pile of limbs faster than you could process. The tense muscle probed and swept inside of you while his thumb rubbed maddeningly over your clit, the dual stimulation borderline torturous, and your stifled groan drew Sylusâ attention as he increased the tempo of his tongue.Â
The arm draped across your waist extended in the next second, and you felt as the silver haired man grabbed for the hand covering your mouth. You let him pull your arm down to your side, his palm tracing down your heated skin until it reached your own, and then he was intertwining your fingers together to hold the limb there. His lips left your core for the briefest of moments, just long enough for him to murmur breathlessly, âDonât hide those pretty sounds from me, kitten. I want to hear all of it.âÂ
It should have been anatomically impossible, but you somehow managed to flush even deeper than before. Sylus kept his eyes on you as he returned to licking and sucking at your soaked center, his pupils blown wide and completely dilated as he worked to tear the most sinful, desperate noises from your scratchy throat. He truly looked like some kind of irresistible sex demonâ risen from the depths of Hell to torment you and reduce you to a brainless, twitching mess of a humanâ and God was he succeeding. You were torn between wanting it all to end with your release and simultaneously wanting it to continue forever.Â
The idea of staying here for the rest of eternity was not an unpleasant one. Not in the slightest.Â
Sylusâ thumb vanished from your swollen nub, replaced almost immediately by his mouth as he sucked the tender bit of flesh between his lips, and the cry that ripped from your chest was unlike any sound you had ever heard yourself make. Your spine arched clean off the mattress, your hips pressing against Sylusâ face so forcefully that you were certain you had to be suffocating him, but as you tried to writhe away from the overwhelming ecstasy, Sylus clenched your hand tight in his and held you firmly where you were.Â
âFuckâ Sylus, please, please,â you babbled mindlessly, the tight, hot feeling in your lower stomach roaring to life as he teased his tongue over the small bit of flesh held firm between his soft lips. âIâIâm gonna come, fuck, Iâm gonna comeââÂ
The euphoric rush within your body was more powerful than any Aether Core. It was dazzling. Your muscles tensed, your mouth fell open, your eyes squeezed shut, and your hips bucked harshly against Sylusâ unrelenting mouth as an orgasm unlike any you had ever experienced washed over you. The sound of your hoarse voice dimly registered in your ears as you came, and you faintly realized that you were screamingâ but there was nothing in the world that could interrupt the extraterrestrial experience you were currently living throughâ so your voice reverberated off the walls of the room until you were wholly and truly out of breath.Â
When you finally sagged back into the mattress, Sylus had eased up the intensity of his ministrations, much to his credit. His tongue made one final plunge into your wet walls to lap up the evidence of your pleasure before he pulled away entirely, and all you could do was tremble beneath him as he pushed himself up onto his knees.Â
He made no move to release your hand as he crawled over you, instead lifting and pinning the joined appendages beside your head before he dipped down to passionately kiss you. Sylus growled savagely as he swallowed up your pitiful mewling, every tiny sound you made fueling something deep inside of him. Trapped under him with nowhere to go, you were entirely at his mercy as his free hand came to slip under your neck in an attempt to deepen the kiss impossibly further. Sylus forced more of his tongue into your mouth and imbued you with the taste of yourself, humming thoughtfully when he felt your nails dig into the back of his hand, at which point he pulled back to stare down at you.
âI should count myself lucky that I have no neighbors this deep in the N109 Zone. I wouldnât be surprised if you scared Mephisto off with that scream.âÂ
âScrew,â you panted harshly in-between the words, âthat bird.âÂ
His hand clenched around the nape of your neck as a wicked smile stretched across his face. âYouâre actually screwing me, in case youâve forgotten. Or is your head still somewhere above the clouds?âÂ
Leave it to Sylus and his smartassery bring you back down to Earth. âOne of these days someone is going to cut out your mocking tongue,â you grumbled under your breath, though there was no genuine animosity in the statement.Â
Sylus only laughed, his red eyes twinkling with amusement and pure male satisfaction. âIf that someone is you, I think I can rest easy. You seem to like my tongue far too much for that to be a viable threat.âÂ
ââŠTouchĂ©.âÂ
His lips resumed their relaxed exploration of yours, bestowing a few quick pecks to the corners of your mouth before he peppered a trail of kisses along your jaw, bumping your head to the side with his own as he went. His warm breath fanned across your sweat-slick skin as he sanguinely said, âI think youâll like the other parts of me, too.âÂ
On cue, you felt the hard length of him settle against your thigh as he continued to press his lips against your thundering pulse, your hand coming to grip his firm bicep as arousal buzzed through you. Not a shred of doubt existed within you as you hummed your approval, angling your head to the side to give Sylus more room to lick a broad stripe down the column of your neck. You wanted more, and you were well past the point of pretending you werenât keenly interested in experiencing everything the leader of Onychinus had to offer.Â
In an act of complete and utter depravity, Sylus began rocking his hips against your thigh to rub his cock against your heated skin as he unabashedly groaned into the crook of your neck. You felt his sharp teeth clamp down on the skin above your clavicle before he sucked lightly, laving his tongue over the little bit of flesh he managed to latch on to. The barely there sting was more pleasant than anything, and you sighed contentedly when you felt him move higher to repeat the motion on another patch of unmarred skin.Â
A small, needy sound came from deep within your chest when Sylus abandoned his hold on the back of your neck to feel his way down your prone body, your eyes falling shut as you relished in his gentle fondling. You felt his fingers graze over your collarbone, then over the hardened peaks of your breasts, before settling between your legs once again. His touch against your clit was slow and testing, prompting you to lean your head back with a quiet gasp as you rocked your hips into Sylusâ hand. The movement played into Sylusâ steady rocking nicelyâ your pelvis elevating and sliding against his cock easilyâ and the low-pitched groan of approval he met you with had you smiling softly to yourself.
When Sylus pushed his finger into you again, you bit your lip at the same time he pulled his mouth off of your neck. You opened your bleary eyes to peer up at him, only to find that he was watching you with a tender sort of reverence. You flushed brightly under his flustering gaze, suddenly incredibly bashful at having him watch you so closely even though his mouth had just been ravaging your most intimate areaâ but despite that fact, you found yourself angling your face to the side in an attempt to hide your reactions.Â
âOh no,â Sylus uttered, a lone tendril of his Evol snaking out to turn your face back to him. âNo hiding, kitten. I donât intend on missing a single one of the pretty expressions you make.â
As though to punctuate the statement, Sylus curled his finger inside of you upâ just enough that he found the spot heâd been searching forâ and his efforts pulled a strangled moan from you at the same time your hips jolted against his palm. âSylus, Iâ hngââÂ
Your pleading was cut short by Sylus adding a second finger before he repeated the motion, taking care to slowly rub the pads of his fingers across that same spot over and over again, evidently drawing immense satisfaction in watching you wriggle and twitch under him. That damnable smirk of his showed itself once more as he pressed into the spot more insistently, his eyes devouring every inch of you as your stomach tensed and your toes curled, a telling warmth bleeding through your chest and coiling its way down between your legs.Â
It seemed impossible for any one person to be so good at this. Then again, this was Sylus, and you were fairly positive finding peopleâs weak points was something of a speciality of his.Â
The fact that your weak point was buried knuckle deep inside of you was irrelevant.Â
As Sylus continued to rub little circles over your sweet spot, he lowered his head once more to work yet another dark bruise into your skin, silently filing away the mental image of your body tensing and arching beneath him for later. The sight of you alone was enough to leave him breathless, but as nice as the imagery was, what really got to him were the sweet, gorgeous sounds of your voice. Your lips parted around quivering moans, tiny gasps slipping through every now and then, and your stammering pleas filled the quiet air around him and imbued him with a newfound sense of urgency.Â
Sylus had always loved the sound of your voice, but hearing what it was like when it was hitched and raspy, repeating his name like a mantra⊠he knew then that there was no better sound in the world. It would be all too easy for him to become addicted to itâ to you.Â
As your whines became more urgent, your hips practically riding his fingers as he brought you close to the edge for a second time, Sylus couldnât help but feel a sense of male pride. He was the one pulling those noises from you. He was the one you were calling out for, the one you were trusting to take you higher, to hold you and kiss you and make you feel good. He was the one making a noisy little wreck of you and branding you like he was born to do it.Â
He needed more. Sylus needed to feel you from the inside out, and the way his cock twitched in response to the thought was all the motivation he needed to withdraw his fingers from your soaked heat.Â
You were positively wrecked alreadyâ gorgeously soâ with your eyes glazed and unfocused, your lips parted freely around beautiful moans and brainless praises, breathless whines of Sylusâ name escaping you alongside the rattling breaths you sucked down. He almost hated that he was interrupting when he murmured, âWhat do you think, sweetie? Think youâre ready for me?âÂ
Your eyelids fluttered as your brain returned to the present moment, having completely spaced in lieu of Sylusâ never ending finger torture. Scrubbing a hand down your face, you rasped out, âF-Fuck, yeah, Iâve been ready. Youâre the masochist drawing this out.âÂ
Sylus laughedâ the sound deep and richâ before pushing himself up and sitting back on his heels, the heavy head of his cock dragging over your impossibly wet entrance as he got settled. He finally let go of your hand to maneuver you exactly where he wanted you, your knees resting on either side of him as he gripped your waist with fiendish strength.Â
âItâs not masochism, sweetie,â he purred, sliding his rock hard member up and down your slit to further tease you. âIâm being attentive. Thereâs a difference.âÂ
Sylusâ idea of being âattentiveâ bordered dangerously close to persecution, because you were hanging on by a sliver of a thread after all his prep work. You swallowed thickly and wriggled your hips against his solid manhood, aiming to drive him into action before you lost your mind entirely. âIâve been spoiled more than enough. If youâre any more attentive, the sun will start peeking through the blinds.âÂ
âWould that be so bad?â Sylus pressed the blunt head of his cock against your hole, not pressing in yet, but applying enough pressure that your heart rate quickened in your chest. âIf I have any say in the matter, weâll be seeing the sunrise regardless.âÂ
In one quick, fluid motion, Sylus effortlessly rolled his hips forward and pressed into your fluttering walls, a throaty growl reverberating within his chest as he was overcome with your unbelievable heat. The abrupt intrusion was far from unpleasant, but it was sudden enough that your mouth fell open around loud, stuttering moans, your eyes rolling back in your head as Sylus gingerly worked more of himself into you. Your hands scrambled for purchase against the silky sheets in an effort to compose yourself, and by the time he was sheathed nearly all the way within your core, your patience had evaporated.Â
The size of him was insane. You could feel every inch of him, every vein that lined his incredible length, and the way he pulsed against your walls reignited the flame of desire that burned in your blood.Â
âSylusâ Godâ Sylus,â you wheezed, tilting your head back as you forced yourself to relax your muscles. Rocking your hips up in search of stimulation wasnât enough, not by a long shot. You needed to get fucked through the bed. You needed Sylus to plow you like the fucking world was ending, and the visceral want that coursed through you was so strong that you wanted to cry.Â
Sylus groaned your name, the combined effect of you calling for him and the feeling of your absolutely drenched cunt sucking him in deeper making his goddamn head spin. He wanted to be gentleâ to let you get acclimated before he went any furtherâ because it wasnât egotistical for him to acknowledge that he was big compared to you. But when he felt the heel of your foot press against his lower back, silently urging him to move, his reservations dissipated into the night like vapor. He knew what you wanted, and being the thoughtful, quick learner that he was, there was nothing holding him back from giving it to you.Â
âNo God here, kitten.â Sylus rewarded you with a deep, grinding thrust that left you frantic with hunger. âItâs just me, and youâre being so good for me.â
Before you even had time flush with embarrassment, Sylus gripped your thigh with one of his hands and braced himself over you with the other, then pulled out nearly all the way before ramming his cock back into you.Â
Your shrill voice echoed off the walls of the bedroom, and your spine rounded clear off the mattress as you half whined, half screamed in ecstasy.Â
Every slam of Sylusâ hips knocked the breath out of your lungs, his powerful, cervix kissing thrusts leaving you winded as you blindly gathered a fistful of satin sheets in your trembling hands. His brutal rhythm never faltered as he pounded into you with inhuman stamina, breathing loud moans of your name while a mix of concentration and pure bliss settled over his stunning features. Lost in the throes of rapture, you could barely find the brainpower to appreciate the sight of him above you, but you sure as hell tried.Â
Sylusâ muscles rippled with power as he held himself over you and pumped his hips; his abdomen undulated, his shoulders tensed, and his lower half moved in a way you could only describe as wave-like. It was too much, and yet you couldnât get enough of it. Every time he would withdraw his cock and leave you nearly empty, another toe curling thrust would follow, the force of his hips connecting against your ass jolting you up the bed until you were bracing your hands on the headboard, pushing back against him desperately.Â
Entranced by your attempts, Sylus let you move back against him for a few beatsâ just enough to appreciate how your ass bounced against his pale hipsâ until the urge to take you over again completely filled him. He groaned, low and savage, and released his hold on your thigh to slide his hand under the curve of your spine, pressing you against him hard enough that you could barely move at all. Your whimpered protest fell on deaf ears, and Sylus hauled you back down the bed to pin you under him with his upper body in an act of complete possession, and you were almost tempted to pray when you heard his animalistic growl against your ear.Â
Sylus leaned his weight onto the hand braced against the mattress before fucking into you harder, faster, his long thrusts switching to deep, hammering ruts that drove the swollen head of his cock against your sweet spot so fast and so precisely that it damn near knocked you out. If you could use words at all anymore, you would have warned Sylus that you were about to come. There was no fucking way you couldnâtâ not when you were so full of his cock, your throat raw from sucking him off earlier and from screaming. You were being held down and fucked like you were Sylusâ personal toy, his nails scratching at your back as his hand curled into a fist in his efforts to hold you closer to him.Â
âYou feelââ Sylus gritted through his teeth, the deep tenor of his voice making you clench around him impossibly further, ââso fucking incredible.âÂ
All you could manage was a broken stammer, âS-Sylus, Iâmâ IâmââÂ
The soft strands of his hair brushed across your cheek as Sylusâ face loomed directly over yours, and when you blinked up at him with glassy, unfocused eyes, his one command threatened to bring tears to your eyes.Â
âDonât even think about coming.âÂ
Your noisy, incoherent pleas were ignored as Sylus continued to dominate you. Somehow in the midst of railing you through the bed, he moved his hand away from your back to dexterously maneuver your bent legs up, hooking them over his shoulders before bracing his weight on his forearm, and the result was catastrophic in the best possible way. Every inch of your body was vibrating, the pleasure mounting in your lower stomach driving you to abandon your hold on the sheets so you could rake your nails down Sylusâ shoulders. Fighting against the urge to finish was nigh impossible, your focus shifting to the feeling of his muscles working to fuck you as well as the enticing sound of skin slapping against skin.Â
Your vision was blurring. Your legs were quaking so violently that you were surprised Sylus wasnât shaking along with them. He laughed wickedly as he took in the sight of you beneath him, dragging his free hand down to feel around your body for something. Through the haze of it all, you didnât realize what he was searching for until you felt his fingers on your clit, and the sound that left your mouth wasnât one that youâd ever thought you could make.Â
He wasnât just a masochist, he was a fucking sadist.Â
Your head snapped back against the bed as you wailed desolately, your begging and pleading reduced to shaky iterations of âPleasepleasepleaseâ as the pain from being on edge for so long drove you to madness. Overwhelmed tears streaked down your temples, frustration and desperation and too much fucking pleasure twining together with the sharp ache of holding back. Every one of the sensations that wracked your body pooled into an immense rush of stimulation that had you moaning out a string of incomprehensible curses, until finally Sylus decided to have mercy on you.Â
âEyes on me, kitten. Show me what you look like coming on my cock.âÂ
He didnât have to tell you twice.Â
Sylusâ finger flicked over your now tender bundle of nerves once, twice, and then the world went white around you. You could dimly register Sylusâ gravely moans as he watched you crumble, his brows pinched with focus as he drank in the sight of your lips parting around a rattling gasp, his rough thrusting never letting up. It was so goodâ better than anything you had ever imaginedâ and your body trembled violently as Sylusâ movements became more erratic, but all you could pay any attention to was the blistering heat that flowed through your veins.Â
Amidst the exultation of your release, you felt Sylusâ hand return to yours, your fingers interlacing in a contrasting act of tenderness as his thrusts became shallower, his breathing turning heavier. He committed the expression on your face to memory instantly, and it took everything in him to savor every second of your fluttering walls sucking him in deeper before he was coming tooâ one last powerful thrust finding its mark. Thick, hot release filled you, the added sensation bringing you higher than you thought possible, and Sylus groaned appreciatively as he ground his hips against your ass to milk every last drop into you. Â
You were still catching your breath when Sylus finally stilled his movements, his haggard panting reaching you through the distant buzzing that rang in your ears. There was no way for you to know how long the two of you laid there joined from the waist down, but you knew that it took a good chunk of time before either one of you could think clearly enough to form words. Eventually, his soft hands gripped your calves to guide your legs off his shoulders and towards the mattress, the trembling limbs settling there like dead weight.Â
Sylus brushed his fingers against your neck to rouse you from your post-coital state, and when you cracked open your heavy lids to peer up at him, his expression was one of relative amusement. âYou alright, sweetie?âÂ
âMhm.â You hummed your response, and even though your tongue felt like lead in your mouth, you managed to mumble, âI canât feel my legs.âÂ
The sudden bark of laughter that burst from Sylus was something youâd never heard before, and you watched as he shook his head to himself before slowly pulling out of you. Part of you missed the feeling of him stretching you the second he was gone, but a bone deep fatigue that was much stronger than your meager feelings was winning the war of what you deemed important. Your eyelids started to slide shut of their own accord, every muscle in your body going lax as you melted into the bed.Â
Sylus watched you with a measure of worship, utterly transfixed by everything about you. He gently skimmed his fingers over your stomach as he moved to settle against the pillows, taking exceptional care not to jostle you too much while he got comfortable. You didnât seem to think similarly, however, because as soon as you felt his weight ease into the mattress, you were throwing your arm over his broad chest and hitching one of your legs over his, effectively straddling him sideways as if he were your own personal body pillow.Â
He laughed softly, moving to cradle you close with one arm while his other moved to lovingly brush your hair out of your eyes. Sighing contentedly, you fixed your eyes on the record player across the room, suddenly overcome with a strange sense of fondness for the Onychinus leader. âYou know,â you murmured, your voice slightly muffled against his firm chest. âYouâre not what I expected, Sylus.âÂ
âHm? What exactly were you expecting?âÂ
The cautious edge to his voice told you that he was prepared to hear the worst, but you surprised him by rolling your head to the side to plant a chaste kiss right above his heart. âIt doesnât matter. I just know that I wish more people were like you.âÂ
Sylus smiled, letting his head tip back against the headboard while he used his Evol to turn off the lights, plunging the room into comfortable darkness. âCareful, kitten. Keep up the flattery and I wonât take you home in the morning.âÂ
Your hand traced lazy shapes against his torso, and the corner of your mouth quirked up as you glanced up at him through your lashes. âI donât work tomorrow⊠besides, I seem to remember you saying youâd keep me awake long enough to see the sunrise. Or were those just empty words?âÂ
A devilish grin stretched across his face as he took your hand in his, pulling you to the side until you were made to roll entirely on top of him so you were straddling his hips. His lower half began to rouse back to life as you settled into place in his lap, and Sylus gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger as his lustful gaze bored into your very soul. âI was going to be nice and let you sleep, but if this is the game you want to play, then Iâll hold true to my word. Any objections?âÂ
Your fingers wrapped around his thick wrist as you brought your face closer to his, your eyes greedily falling to his lips. It should have worried you how addicted to him you already appeared to be, but you couldnât find it in you to care. Sylusâ cock twitched against you as your gaze rose to meet his, a silent challenge twinkling behind your irises.Â
âNone at all.âÂ
âThen itâs a deal.âÂ
As the night droned on, you came to realize that these were the sorts of promises that you didnât mind making with him, especially when the sunlight streaming through the curtains hours later conveyed that Sylus had made good on his promise. The break of day didnât stop him thoughâ not in the slightest. His stamina and vigor remained intact as he dutifully ravished you all through the early hours of the morning, and as you fell apart beneath him once more, the only thing you knew for certain was that it was going to be a long, long weekend.
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace sylus#sylus x reader#sylus x you#sylus x mc#lads sylus#love and deepspace fanfiction#lads fanfic#love and deepspace fanfic#lads fanfiction#sylus smut#love and deepspace oneshot#my writing#this shit is LONG#already wanting to write shower smut or something because of misty invasion releasing this week#anyways I can't proof read this thing anymore I was up until 2am making revisions so ENJOY
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is this anything
#i feel like someones already done this before#oh well#im not original anyway#gravity falls#bill cipher#fiddleford mcgucket#old man mcgucket#stanford pines#ford pines#fiddauthor#billford#billfiddlesford#can we NOT call it that please#love triangle is right there. why#why are we calling it billfiddlesford#oops got distracted sorry#poorly edited#poorly edited meme#gravity falls memes#sigh#littlemoonqueue
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I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward
#artists on tumblr#animation#in stars and time#isat#illustration#in stars and time spoilers#isat spoilers#like for real#anyway I'm still thinking about Siffrin Instarsandtime#shoutout to tumblr user jb-blunk for the words from the caption which inspired this whole deal#literally finished the game and had those words looping (haHA) in my head like 'how do I use this what can I do to match this feeling' LMAO#if you haven't played ISAT well. first of all stop looking don't glean anything from this shhhh- but also GO PLAY IT IT'S EXCELLENT#heavily based off the astronomical clock in Prague! I love that thing so it was really fun to try and make it more ISAT-like#bc the themes are already there yanno!! Stars n' whatnot! And then of course the craft types instead of the astrological signs!#Loop and the King for the sun and the moon!!#can you tell I thought about and planned this one for like. A while. Longer than I usually spend LMAO#so yeah go play it immediately come be absolutely ILL and SICK and PLAGUED about the secret boss with me#fanart#pic
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he's squeaky toy. to me.
#aough i love him so much....#i will never be able to recreate this style/design i already know#my love for him is so great that it renders me unable to draw him consistently#it took all of my willpower not to clutter this with heart scribbles#himhimhimhimhimhimhimhimhim-#welcome home#welcome home puppet show#scribble garnish#welcome home fanart#welcome home wally#wally darling#NOOOOOO I MADE HIS CARDIGAN TOO DARK. FUCK#itsfineitsfineitsfine No One Will Notice#sigh. anyway...#i love his lil ascot and bizarre hair and cat smile and-#i have decided to put Slightly More Effort into my doodles. i think it might be worth it#even if the sun is up and my wrist hurty and im tired. i have been drawing for hours und hourz#and putting that right after more hours und hourz of crocheting? Ouch My Tendons
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part 3 to my modern AU đđș (part 1 / part 2)
#u just know seb ended up carrying her home in the end anyway BAHHA if u read my fic u already know im weak for bridal carries#fun fact the blurred party backgrounds i used are screenshots from diary of a wimpy kid rodrick rules. aka the pinnacle of cinema#and its only fitting since i base my modern seb very largely on rodrick bc I STILL HAVE A CRUSH ON RODRICK...rodrick heffley my beloved#yall also already know i love guard dog seb (especially combined with drunk clora BAHAH) so ofc i had to do the modern au ver#i just make clora the type of drunk i am... aka drunk after 2 and sometimes even 1 drink and then i get super affectionate with everyone#which would make seb seethe if it were clora BAHAHAH omg i love imagining his sufferingđđđ#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x oc#sebastian sallow x mc#sebastian x mc#clora clemons#also wahhh i can feel my HL brainrot fading a bit...đ„Čprobs bc my fic is now complete... might make a post abt it soon#im not ready to let gođđ€#choccyart
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Happy Priiiiiide to youâŠ.
Happy Priiiiide to youâŠ.
I know itâs the 30th LMAO happy 5 hours of pride month left guys
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Plus this doodleđ laundry day >_<
#art shtuff#if itâs already July for you NO IT ISNT STOOOOP#pls why did I just not draw this whole monthđ#anyways aroace ink sans I love you aroace ink sans#donât ask me what the bow means???#I think it was like funny bc haha âarrowâ#which is like aro#and thatâs it#đ#enough Iâm taking a nap#ink sans#ink!sans#inktale
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Rising from the dead to share this painting and then disappear again
I have spent over 90 hours of my life on this thing because I have had the brain rot for the last 2 years of my life (almost 20 if you count when I first read the comics) and it had to express itself somehow
Hope this dramatic bitch feels appreciated
(A Dream of Morpheus, handmade egg tempera on panel, 12x18 inches...if by any chance you'll be at SDCC or Gen Con, I'll be at booth 934/936 at the first one and Art Show #13 at the second one - come see the original, maybe get a print, or just yell/cry about Sandman with me?)
And here, have some more details - I had fun combining some favorite elements from both the comic and the show âĄ
#sandman#morpheus#dream of the endless#egg tempera#traditional art#do I tag all the little guys?#that seems clunky#anyway obviously lucienne was gonna be in there because what a glow-up#and jessamy bc we stan#and my potato blorbo the corinthian#and my love hoberto#I liked him already from the comic and then immaculate casting happened#dark haired desire because I'm old enough to get the nagel reference#and show!death because 1 I like her and 2 I started this way before The News but I feel like I made a good choice#bc stepping away from Girls Neil Thinks Are Hot can't be a bad thing rn#not that it's the girls who need to be stepped away from but you get me#heavyhanded shakespeare metaphor: the painting
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