#lnds rambles

[otomedomme]

You know I've been trying to figure out why exactly I haven't been gassing on about Love and Deepspace the way I had Obey Me and What in Hell is Bad and I think I FINALLY realized what it was.

With Obey Me and What in Hell is Bad I felt like I had to fix things in it to make it palatable to me.

While with Love and Deepspace things are so fine I don't really feel the need to adjust things.

I've been like racking my brain trying to figure out what was up with LnDS like why I wasn't doing comics or griping about characters too much or doing my usual bitching and after talking to my friend I realized the game is just good to you.

It's fair and treats you well.

I really don't know how long this will last but after going from Obey Me's Greedy Ass and What in Hell is Bad's Extortionist Practices it's so surreal to find a game that just... Treats ya well.

Like it's Otome it's fun it has good moments with the guys and its... It's just nice.

Granted I'm still not crazy about being a straight brown haired MC and I'm not crazy on the "We meet in every life time/reincarnation and fall in love" biz but like... It's good to me.

And I really gotta get used to that fact.

[arcadia-of-pluto]

🤔 So for my Caleb fic, I'm thinking of giving everyone last names. (I know I'm doing so mf much–) but it's just easier to give them last names since in English, they don't have last names or they use their Chinese ones (like with Zayne).

So originally I wanted to grab last names that were the same as their Chinese meanings, but...I'm not sure if they'll fit well? I'll do a poll to see which yall prefer tbh

So first of all, the reader and Josephine will share the same last name (and Caleb, for a few years) and that'll be Vidales. It's Italian since Josephine gives me Italian vibes and it means "life".

For the love interests;

Canon similar last names

Caleb Sommers (English; meaning summer)

^ His Chinese last name means summer but also it gives "boy next door vibes" so I might not even have Caleb's as an option since I like it so much —

Xavier Gattaz (I forget which language, but it can mean "submerge")

^ His Chinese last name means "to sink" or submerge, which I find a little odd. The meaning fits more with Rafayel than him, so I don't really like it much

Zayne Chernov (Russian; meaning "black")

^ His Chinese last name Li means black. Which, again, feels like it fits more with Sylus than him. But then again, this is all my personal opinions —

Rafayel Makris (I forget the language, but it means "long, tall" which is the closest I could get to Qi's meaning)

^ His Chinese last name means "large, abundant, ample", which is another odd one – very difficult to find a similar last name.

Sylus Doree (French; meaning "gold")

^ His Chinese last name Jin means gold, which makes sense for a dragon, but I'm not really feeling Doree — obsessed?

Alright, now here's the non-canon related last names, just ones I chose since I felt they fit the most with each love interest!

Caleb Lamour (French; meaning "the friendship bond") or Caleb Viotto (Latin; meaning "life")

^ Like I said earlier, I'll probably use Sommers, but I just wanted to show what else I had for him.

Xavier Stellato (Italian; meaning "starry sky")

^ this name speaks for itself. I feel like it fits a lot more than "submerge" or "to sink". It feels a bit too "on the nose", but at least I didn't say Xavier Starlight or something 😭

Zayne Moroz (Russian; meaning "frost")

^ I don't know how Zayne suddenly became Russian, but – 🤷🏻��♀️ I feel like this also works better than Chernov in my eyes, but I also like how his first and last name both have the letter z in them

Rafayel Navarre (French; meaning "of the sea")

^ do i even need to explain why I love this one? It feels very rich, very fancy and antique for Rafayel – along with the fact that his name would basically be "Rafayel of the sea".

Sylus Karras (Greek; meaning "dark")

^ If dark fits anyone, it would be Sylus in my eyes, but also Greek themed names just seem to vibe with Sylus.

I know it's probably self absorbent of me to prefer these compared to their official translation themed surnames, but idc at this point 😭 I'm still going to hold a poll regardless of how to feel though, just to gauge how others feel about it! <3 I'll post the poll below.

Just a reminder though, Caleb's last name won't be included since I really like Sommers for him.

Edit; Let me add this (no one has said anything but i wanted to make it clear), i don't hate their original last names and I honestly don't have any problems with them!! I was just thinking of changing them from Chinese to something else since, for me, it's either they all have Chinese last names or none of them do. I wouldn't like using the 5 Chinese last names for the LI, and then using other last names for all the other cast, you know?

And I'm only giving them last names because I feel like it's a bit odd to call a doctor by his first name or a Colonel, etc. By their first name.

I wasn't even sure if they had surnames in English since I never seen them and they're never even mentioned. The only time a last name is mentioned is in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it scene where Mc is going into Zayne's office, and "Doctor Li" is on the nameplate at his door. Other than that, I wasn't even aware the Chinese last names were included in the English translation.

Anyway, with all of that being said, I just wanted to reiterate that i don't hate their last names, I'm not trying to erase them or anything. I just wanted to try something different, since I thought it would be cool! (Also just because the last names are French, Greek, etc. Doesn't mean I headcanon them as that. The only character I headcanon with anything is Josephine being Italian or part Italian – and there's honestly no reason for that. It's just light fun! 🩷)

Since i didn't include it on the poll (I genuinely forgot to be honest), you can use the comments or my ask box if you'd rather I use the actual Canon last names or if you have any other suggestions!

[abyssyby]

thinking about sylus “it may not look like it but i am very good at taking care of people”

taking in the twins after they tried killing him, training them, providing them with a home, status, power

constantly updating mephisto, giving him upgrades and cleanings, giving him a perch in his room, sitting down and talking to him like he would a real pet

and then theres you- making sure you arent drowning in work, not alone handling wanderers, indulging you when you want a fight, coming out to festivals and photobooth dates, buying you the plushies you cant get from the clawmachine, making sure youre ok during the time of the month, always intertwining your fingers together when you hold hands, keeping you safe in the n109, buying jewelry, inviting you to galas and auctions, always having your back when you need him o my sweet loverboy

[doctormonocat]

Sometimes

Sometimes, Rafayel wants you to hurt. He wants you to feel an inkling, a tiny fraction of the pain you’ve caused him in each and every lifetime. It’s not fair. He gave up everything for you, and you’ve betrayed him again and again. The worst betrayal is you forgetting. How dare you not even hold on to the guilt, the shame, the sadness, the pain, just as he does? How dare you leave him alone in his misery? So sometimes, he wants you to hurt. He wants to say things to twist in the knife, to make you bleed just a few drops of what has gushed out of him every time you interact.

It’s only sometimes though. And each and every time Rafayel feels immediate shame and guilt afterwards. Guilt because he’s supposed to love you. He does love you. So why is it so hard sometimes? Why is it that when you are smiling without a care in the world it both fills his heart with love and venom?

He thinks you don’t notice. He hardly ever acts on these sometimes feelings and even when he does let an unkind word or two slip it’s nothing that couldn’t be chalked up to a lover’s spat. He thinks his pure vitriol is hidden, until one day, where you, seemingly out of nowhere, say, “Sometimes, I think you want me to hurt.” And Rafayel… he doesn’t know what to say. Because sometimes, he really really does.

[hananoami]

˗ˏˋ Hidden Achievements ˎˊ˗

Looking for more ways to earn easy diamonds? Here's a compiled list of hidden achievements you can unlock to earn diamonds and other rewards. All of them were verified personally by me. Most of them are self-explanatory and easy to obtain; others may require a bit of luck. Hopefully this will help you with your grind. Happy farming!

PROGRESS

TRAINING

I don't have these achievements yet, but 4 that I am aware of include:

EDIT: I have successfully obtained these 4 hidden achievements a week later. You can view all of the confirmation screenshots in my later post here.

Perfect Shot: Participate in Hunter's Contest with Sylus and eliminate 1000 Wanderers in total. (rewards) Personal Title: Walking, Personal Title: Destroyer

Under Control: Participate in Hunter's Contest with Xavier and eliminate 1000 Wanderers in total. (rewards) Personal Title: Professional, Personal Title: Overlord

Unstoppable: Participate in Hunter's Contest with Rafayel and eliminate 1000 Wanderers in total. (rewards) Personal Title: Impressive, Personal Title: Genius

Winning Attitude: Participate in Hunter's Contest with Zayne and eliminate 1000 Wanderers in total. (rewards) Personal Title: Promising, Personal Title: Distributor

KITTY CARDS

PLUSHIES

SPARE TIME

I play on NA servers, however, if you're playing on CN servers you can also obtain the achievement [His Name]: Say his name 10 times when using the Tete-a-Tete feature.

NOTICE: If anyone wants any tips or need guidance in unlocking any of these I can try my best to help -- just send me an ask or leave a comment below~ Signal boosting + tags list: @hunters-association - @letsgauxplay - @yashiro-arisugawa - @rose-tinted-kalopsia - @anxiousgoddest ; idr who else that said they were diamond farming to tag, but hope this helps oomfies! 💎

[harmonyrae]

Merging Territories

Synopsis: You just need a little more time with him, you don’t want him to go. Sylus once said actions are more sincere. It’s time to act, no more games.

AN: This is my interpretation of Sylus’s Night of Secrecy memory.

Content Warnings: Fingering, oral (f receiving), handjob, praise kink, implied unprotected sex, PiV, squirting, cream pie, 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 4.6k

“I won.”

You couldn’t hide your smirk as you slid the final part into place on the gun. You shift on the carpet and turn to face Sylus, pressing the muzzle under Sylus’s chin. His eyes narrow and raises his hands in defeat. He lets out a breathy chuckle, tilting his chin to look at you.

“And I lost. Go ahead. Ask your question.”

You’re suddenly aware of how warm the room is. The fireplace crackles and pops, providing the only light in the large sitting room. Sylus’s features are shrouded in shadow, his skin looks warm and soft. You weren’t exactly sure what you wanted to do, you just wanted to spend more time with him. You weren’t ready for him to go. Just a little more time. 

As you stare into Sylus’s eyes, you feel your stomach tighten. You decided to trust your instincts, not entirely sure if it was a good idea or not. You lower the gun, check the safety is on and place it on the floor before locking eyes with him again.

“I’m sleepy.”

“Uh…”

His confusion mirrors your own. You felt your cheeks burn and you hope he can’t tell in the low lighting. The past few months have flown by, you remember meeting Sylus and how much you initially hated him. But over time, you’d seen a side of him that made your heart pound and butterflies flutter in your stomach. You knew what you wanted. Sylus’s words echo in your mind.

I believe sincerity is not having to beat around the bush or play any games.

You had played your game and now, you felt guilty. You swallow your anxiety and square your shoulders.

“Can you… tuck me in?”

Sylus raises a brow and leans forward. His eyes scan your face, like he’s trying to figure something out.

“I thought a certain relentless hunter would ask about my destination.”

You cross your arms and pout dramatically.

“I care more about the present than an answer I can’t get. So… Are you doing it or not?”

“Of course, kitten.”

That damn smirk is back and you can’t stop staring at his mouth. He stands before leaning down to pick you up. You wrap your arms around his neck as he tucks an arm under your legs. He swiftly picks up your heels, which were discarded next to the couch. He looks down at you as he makes his way out of the sitting room and towards the stairs.

“This request is way more powerful than that little gun.”

You feel your heart pounding in your chest, your brain feels fuzzy. You try to keep your hands still and not give in to the temptation to drag your hand down his exposed chest. He had undone his tie and unbuttoned his shirt shortly after getting home, intending to change but you challenged him to your little game. It was like you were being punished for messing with him. He had just sat there, his torso on display for you. 

You kept your eyes on his face, trying to ignore the delicious firmness of his abdomen against your hip. He looks down at you, his eyes look… gentle? The smirk from downstairs was gone, replaced with a soft smile. You hear a clatter and glance over his shoulder to see your shoes discarded on the floor. His arm circling around your waist, his hand resting on your hip.

He enters the bedroom and strides to the couch next to the window. The snow was building up rather quickly, a thin sheet of white covering the lawn outside. He stops at the couch and waits for you to let go so he can set you down. But that all too familiar twinge of panic settles over you, keep him close.  “If you don’t want to lie down, I can keep holding you until I leave.”

Another memory flashes in your mind. The small yurt in the grasslands, the bed you shared with him, his strong arms wrapped around you keeping you warm.

Sincerity really is the best.

“What if I don’t want you to leave…?”

Sylus holds your gaze. You move your hand slowly and rest your palm against the side of his neck. His heart beat is rapid and his skin feels warmer than before.

“Then.. we better make the most of our time before dawn.”

He leans down, forcing you to set your feet on the floor. He stands before you, you barely realize your hand is still resting on his chest. God, you want this. You don’t want to lose your nerve.

You push him down onto the couch, he grunts, a brief expression of surprise gracing his face. You settle your knee between his legs. You press your hand against his chest again, your fingers itching to explore. He tilts his head forward and looks at you, his eyes urging you to continue. 

Actions do speak louder than words. And more sincere.

He’s right. You’ve tried to find the right words for the past three days and they always get lost between your brain and your mouth. It’s time to stop thinking so damn much. 

You caress his face, slipping your hand behind his neck. His reaction to your touch tells you everything you need to know. His shaky breath and the corner of his mouth curling upwards - his excitement palpable. You pull him to you and the moment your lips touch, your mind clears. His kiss is exactly like you imagined it to be. The kiss is needy and rapid, he moves like he is intoxicated. You wrap your arm around his neck, feeling his chest graze yours sets your skin ablaze again.

You bring your other knee down and straddle his leg, inching yourself closer to him. He places a hand on the back of your thigh and pulls you to him. Your bodies collide, your knee finally presses against his groin and your breath catches. He was so fucking hard. His hand trails up to your ass and he holds you close.

He pulls back for only a moment, his breathing unsteady and his eyes hazy. 

“You really don’t want me to leave?”

He leans forward once again to capture your lips. His hands start to explore your back, his fingers sending chills over your exposed skin. You roll your hips, desperate for more. He moans into your mouth, his tongue finally tracing your lips requesting entrance - you immediately oblige. His hands drift down to your waist and he lifts you, allowing you to shift and properly straddle him. 

You hold his shoulders in an attempt to steady yourself, but your thighs are already burning and you just want to sit down. But if you do that, he will undoubtedly feel how wet you are. Your panties soaked and your lace shorts wouldn’t serve as much of a barrier. You needed to change positions, you wanted to feel his body on top of you. You mumble into his mouth, your words lost amongst the messy kisses. Sylus opens his eyes and meets yours.

“Sylus, over there…”

Your head tilts towards the bed. He tucks his hands under your ass and lifts you up, your legs wrapping around him in an instant. His leg hits the bed and he sinks his knee into the mattress, slowly lowering you down onto your back, his lips never leaving yours.

As you settle on the bed, he pulls back to look at you. His cheeks flushed and his lips puffy. You reach up to lock your fingers behind his neck to pull him down. He holds back and that smug smile returns. His fingers caress your cheek and for a moment it’s like you are meeting him for the first time. But instead of cowering, you are holding on for dear life, never wanting to let go.

“Looks like we’re on the same page when it comes to not wanting to waste time.”

You try to control your breathing, but staring at him doesn’t help. You try to look away, but his hand catches your chin. He takes hold of your face, keeping you in place. 

“Stay focused, kitten.”

He covers your eyes with his other hand. 

“Don’t look.”

With your eyes covered, your other senses buzz to life. He starts kissing you again, his open mouth kisses leaving you even more breathless. He lets his tongue dip out and trace your lips before placing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You finally allow yourself to moan, softly at first to test the waters. You feel his hips lower and he grinds against you. His response was more than you could have hoped for. Just the thought of him being so turned on by the sounds you make is almost enough to send you over the edge. 

All you can hear are your combined breathy moans and the pounding of your heart in your ears. He glides his hand down your arm and threads his fingers with yours. His thumb gently rubbing your palm.

When he finally removes his hand from over your eyes, you want to giggle at his love drunk expression. You’re not even sure he can still see you through the haze. You reach up and touch his cheek, his warmth seeping into your fingertips.

“Am I being too greedy… if I ask you to keep your eyes only on me?”

As you pull away, he grabs your hand. 

“You always had that right.”

He places a chaste kiss on your wrist.

“Which means…”

He leans down and places kisses along your neck and collarbone. You feel his lips drag across your skin and you clench your fists, grabbing a fistful of the comforter beneath you. Your moans are much louder now. His lips are so soft, and every time they make contact you feel your clit throb.

“You can be even greedier.”

He hovers just over your breast, he lets his lips press down gently, kissing your nipple through your top. You feel a burst of pleasure. You wanted nothing more than for his lips to explore every inch of your body.

He rises, reaching down to lift your leg beside him. His hand strokes your thigh before he bends to place a kiss on your knee. When his eyes meet yours again, the intensity behind his gaze overwhelms your senses.

“Do you want it, kitten?”

You take a moment and let your eyes roam. His silver necklace dangles from his neck, sweat has started to drip down his chest, his abs look tight - like he is tensing, awaiting your answer. And then you see how his pants have become much too tight, his erection threatening to break through the confines at any moment. There was only one answer to his question and you didn’t have to think.

“Yes.”

His smile vanishes as he leans in, hungry for more. The answer is yes, but you didn’t want him to think you could be tossed around like a ragdoll. Well, you wouldn’t mind that, but you didn’t want to feel powerless. You know what you like and what you want him to do to you. And what you want to do to him. 

You reach your hand up and place it firmly against his chest stopping him in his tracks. He grunts, his brows knit together and his eyes light up with panic. He regains his composure and  slowly lowers his hand under your knee, pulling you downwards. You feel your tits bounce at the sudden movement. 

“You haven’t changed your mind, have you?” 

He bends your knee once more, bringing your thigh up to his mouth. He kisses your inner thigh right by your knee. The thought of his kisses trailing down your thigh until he sinks his face into your soaked pussy…

“You just said ‘yes’?” 

His voice is needy and broken with his gasps for air.

“I’m hoping yes is still your answer because…”

He releases your thigh and slowly lowers himself on top of you. Your thighs spread open and he presses his erection against your center. He lowers to his elbows, tucks a hand under your waist and holds your face with the other.

“I just can’t hold back anymore.”

He traces your lips with his thumb before diving back in. His kisses seem more desperate now, he doesn’t wait for either of you to catch your breath. He nips at your lower lip and his intensity grows with every shift of your hips or moan echoing from your throat.

You start to feel dizzy. And not the fun kind of dizzy, the “I might pass out” kind.

“Sylus… I can’t breathe…”

You finally push Sylus away and try to catch your breath. You feel a strand of hair fall against your forehead, you try to blow it away, but it stays put. Sylus brushes it aside, tucking it behind your ear. 

He holds your chin, forcing you to look at him. He looks down at you and, while you’re completely clothed, you feel exposed. He can feel your body shiver, your nipples hard and needy beneath your blouse. He’s reading you like a book. He nuzzles his face into your neck. He sinks his teeth into the tender flesh above your collarbone. He’s fucking biting you. And god, it felt incredible. You can’t suppress a moan, but quickly clear your throat and try to be angry. 

“Hey, no biting here.”

He sighs.

“First you want it rough, now you want it soft… You’re a tough one to please tonight, kitten.”

He slides a hand behind your neck and soothes the sensitive skin with tender kisses. He pulls back, lifting his chest away from yours and looks down at you, his eyes glowing in the dim light.

“What do you really want? Won’t you be honest and tell me like you just did?”

You let your hands glide down his chest, digging your nails in as you pass over his nipples and down to his abs. You feel him shudder, here’s your chance.

“... I’m not falling for your tricks.”

You push his shoulder hard, he tips and you hook your leg, rolling him over. The change in positions allows you to finally take a deep breath. You plant your hands on his chest as you take in his shocked expression. You rarely catch him off guard, it’s a treat really. 

“I told you that a hunter doesn’t like being passive.”

His eyes narrow and he nods slowly. His hands wrap around your waist and he traces the zipper of your top. He tugs gently at the zipper tab, just enough to send the message.

“So, you want control.” His voice was raspy and so damn sexy.

Your new position was supposed to help you get more air, but with Sylus fiddling with your top, your chest heaves. You close your eyes and run your hands down his chest again, feeling the goosebumps rise across his skin under your fingertips.  

“Unfortunately, I can’t give it to you. Not yet, at least.”

He finally pulls the tab further down, the buzz of the teeth separating fills the room. Your top loosens and you feel his hand press against your newly exposed skin. He hesitates, giving you a moment to stop him. Instead, you pull the straps down and pull your top away, tossing it to the floor behind you. 

His hands slide up your back unhindered before gliding his hand around to cup your breast. The feeling of his palm on the underside of your tit makes you shiver. His thumb flicks over your nipple and you moan, throwing your head back. 

Your body is on fire as his hands explore your breasts, squeezing and tugging until you grab his wrists. He tucks his hands under your ass and lifts you, he sits up against the headboard. He wraps an arm around your waist while his other hand squeezes your breast, lifting it to his mouth. He rolls his tongue over the hardened peak before closing his lips around it. He holds your nipple between his teeth, not biting, but the pressure is enough to make you rock your hips against him. 

He releases your breast, his mouth moving to the other as he sinks his hand down the back of your shorts. He squeezes your ass while he suckles your breast, he’s painfully slow in his movements.

You try to lean back, the teasing becoming torturous. 

“... Don’t run.”

“You’re… so annoying…” Your voice barely above a whisper.

“I won’t deny it. I guess you can say I lied. Tonight, you’re not the only one feeling greedy…”

He picks you up, his hands under your thighs and you reach around his neck instinctively. He leans forward quickly and your back meets the bed again. His head dips down and he places kisses down your chest, kissing each nipple before continuing down your stomach.

“And I won’t be leaving until this greed is completely satisfied.” 

He reaches the waistband of your shorts and traces it with his finger. He hesitates. “Ah, I misspoke.”

You look down at him and watch him crawl over you until you’re face-to-face. 

“What…?”

He stares into your eyes, lifting a hand to gently hold your cheek.

“Greed can never be satisfied…”

He picks up your hand and places it against his chest. You feel his rapid heart beat. 

“But you can temporarily soothe it.”

His voice is calm, but the storm behind his eyes tugs at your heartstrings. He needs to know that you want him as much as he wants you.

“Say it again. Do you want it?”

You run your fingers through his damp hair. He closes his eyes and leans into your touch. You reach up and lock your fingers behind his neck, pulling him to you. You kiss him sweetly. He lets out a breath, as if he’d been holding it this whole time. You press your forehead to his.

“This is my answer.”

Sylus doesn’t hesitate to capture your lips once more. His hands move urgently to knead your breasts. You grab hold of his shirt and push it over his shoulders, he tugs the shirt loose and tosses it aside. Your hands explore his body, the definition of his abs, the curve of his chest, the deep V leading to the waistband of his pants.

He hooks his fingers and tugs your shorts and underwear down in one motion. The sudden burst of air against your core makes you moan loudly. You felt his fingers slide across your pussy, stopping at your clit to pinch and tug. You arch your back off the bed and cry out.

“Sy…!”

You hear a deep chuckle as the bed dips and you feel your legs being pushed apart. You look down in time to see his face dig into you. His nose rubs against your clit while his tongue presses into your entrance. He works slowly, reveling in your body reacting to every flick of his tongue. 

He shifts his mouth and sucks in your clit. You feel your hips twitch and you grind against his face. A deep moan of approval vibrates against your clit and your hands fly down to grip Sylus’s hair. Your tugs only earn you more groans and vibrations leaving you shaking. His finger circles your entrance and you buck your hips again.

“Sylus fuck…!”

You can feel him smile against your pussy. He wastes no time and presses in two fingers until his palm is flat against you. He curls them slowly and he strokes a spot that makes you see stars almost immediately. 

You’re shamelessly riding his hand now, your hips bucking every time he hits that spot. You feel tears pool and spill over. Your orgasm builds rapidly. You tug on Sylus’s hair once more, harder this time. He groans and pulls back just enough, his words muffled.

“Come for me, beautiful.” 

You hold your breath, calling on your remaining willpower to make this request.

“No, Sylus… I want… I need –”

His movements slow and he lifts his head to look at you, his fingers still pumping in and out slowly. You wiggle your hips away from his agile fingers, but Sylus grabs your hip, pressing you into the mattress to keep you still. 

“Tell me what you desire.” His voice is smooth as silk.

“I want you… inside me... Please Sylus...”

Sylus smiles, your arousal coats his chin and he licks his lips savoring your taste. He leans down to kiss you, slowly and purposefully. You taste yourself and whimper. He removes his fingers and runs his hands up your thighs.

“So direct.”

He reaches down to pull at his belt. You reach down to help him and he chuckles, placing his hand back on the bed to let you handle it. He rests his forehead against yours.

“I’ll give you anything you want, sweetie. Everything I have is yours.”

You unbutton his pants and slide down the zipper, your hands shaking as your mind reels from his words. You meet his gaze as your hand slides down the front of his boxers. You wrap your hand around the base of his cock and firmly drift your hand up and down. His mouth falls open and he gasps quietly.

“All I want is you.”

You feel lighter, like this secret you’d been keeping was weighing you down. And for what? You had finally let your guard down, you didn’t need it when you were with him. Not anymore. He was what you wanted, he made you feel safe, seen, beautiful, happy. 

Hearing your words stirred something in him. He looks down at you, his eyes glistening. The smile on his face is radiant and you trace it with your thumb, wanting to always remember this moment. 

He pulls your hand from his boxers before standing briefly to remove his pants and boxers completely. How he felt didn’t do him justice, he was going to fill you and then some. He chuckles, he must have seen your eyes widen. He crawls back onto the bed and hovers over you, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“Don’t be afraid, kitten. I have you. I won’t hurt you.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down, his chest presses against you and you sigh at how perfect his skin feels against yours. One of his hands dips down and starts tracing languid circles around your clit. You kiss him hard, feeling his presence everywhere. 

He rolls you over to your side and guides your leg over his hip. His arm under you wrapping around your shoulder to keep you close. You hold his cheek before raking your fingers through his hair. 

You finally feel the head of his cock press against your entrance and you shudder. He reaches down, angles himself and then tucks his hand under your knee, lifting your leg higher. He starts to press into you and you have to break the kiss to groan in response. He takes his time, letting you adjust and stretch. He waits for you to push your hips forward, begging for more of him, before he continues. You grab a fistful of his hair and dig your nails into his back. 

“Are you ready? Tell me…”

His muffled words bring you back. You let out a breathy laugh and bury your face in his neck.

“Yes, Sy… all of you.”

He bucks his hips one last time and buries himself fully. You scream his name, completely overwhelmed. He strokes your hip and cradles your head. He kisses you slowly as he pulls out and rams back into you. You moan into his mouth, incoherent words tumble from your lips.

“You’re so… perfect, so… so beautiful…” 

His words are broken, his pace quickening with every syllable. You start to match his movements, feeling him deeper and deeper with every thrust. He rolls you on your back once more and you wrap your legs around his waist, locking your heels. His lips trail down your neck to your chest, his pace never faltering. 

“Feels so – ngh – you feel so good Sy… oh god…”

His moans start to sound like whimpers as he takes in your praises. You want to hear him and feel him and hold him, always. Your muscles clench and you feel the pressure building, Sylus can feel it too, your walls fluttering around him bringing him close to the brink as well. He starts to thrust faster, his hands finding your breasts again to pinch and tug at your swollen nipples. 

Your thighs burn from how tightly you’re holding onto him and pulling yourself upwards. Every nerve is on fire and your lungs burn with how hard you are breathing. His pace starts to become erratic, his hips stuttering. 

“Come for me, Sy. Come in me…”

He holds his breath, trying to slow down and hold off, but you’re not letting him. You realize he wanted control, but really he never had it. Not completely. His pleasure is directly linked to your own. And he wants to give you everything you desire. Right now, all you desire is feeling his release deep inside you. He’s already made his way into your heart and now… 

That’s when it hits you. You place kisses along his jaw and down his neck. You sink your teeth into his skin and the way he moans your name sends you right over the edge. You release his neck and throw your head back, chanting his name louder and louder. Your climax gushes across his abdomen and thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you. 

“Fuck fuck fuck…”

Sylus tries to continue his movements, but once he sees the intensity of your release he can’t hold back. You feel the warmth of his cum and nearly cry out with how full you feel. His cock buried deep inside you, his cum filling you to the brim, his voice singing your name, his lips peppering your face and neck with open mouth kisses. 

He slowly pulls out and you unhook your legs, you fall to the bed and your legs tremble. Sylus rubs your hips, massaging them carefully. Your breathing steadies and you force your eyes open. Sylus hovers above you, he looks at you with so much admiration and joy, his hair slicked back with sweat, his neck bearing the mark you left. You reach up to hold his face, stroking his cheeks softly. 

“My beloved…” You whisper.

Sylus collapses on top of you, burying his face in your neck, smothering you with a thousand kisses. You wrap your arms around him and hold him close. You’ve never felt so at peace. 

You desperately want more, but your mind is drifting. Sylus senses your exhaustion, he rolls off of you, sits up to grab the blanket from the bottom of the bed, covers you both and drapes an arm over your waist. You roll on your side and lean back, letting him pull you to him until your back is flat against his chest. You lift your head and Sylus slips his arm under, letting you use his arm as a pillow. You let out a deep contented sigh. 

With Sylus holding you close, his steady breaths fanning your ear, his heart beat putting you at ease, it doesn’t take long for you to fall into a dreamless sleep. You wonder if you’ll ever dream again? What’s left to dream of? You have everything you could possibly dream of right here.

AN (part 2): I want to note a few things real quick. Even with their dialogue about control, I feel like it was less about who dominates and more about love making. I also FIRMLY believe MC has a TON of control. In my opinion, Sylus enjoys dominance in the act, but not necessarily in the relationship. He will do anything she desires. Thank you for reading!! :)

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[unabletonotlovesatoru]

okay, enough of you wearing your boyfriend’s shirts, what about him wearing your shirts;

if it’s an oversized shirt that you might wear as a dress or just wear with sweatpants and jeans — trust that he is wearing that too; casually snatching it out of your wardrobe and throwing it on like it’s no big deal. but it is a big deal because you like how it looks on him.

and if it’s a tighter shirt, maybe even a crop or smth, and he decides to just don it around your home you’re flabbergasted, pouting at him until he notices and asks “what?” through a mouthful of food. “how does it look better on you.” you deadpan, pinching his side where the shirt has ridden up, to which he hisses and throws you a bewildered look.

acting so confused about it too, because he personally thinks that you look heavenly in anything of his you wear. little does he know that you leave so abruptly to hide your flustered face and distract yourself from inappropriate images that flash in your mind.

kirishima eijirou, HAWKS, suguru geto, itadori yuuji, oikawa tooru, hinata shoyo, rafayel, tanaka ryuunosuke, midoriya izuku.

[starmocha]

I let the Demon (my muse) take over today. It was a rough day at the office 🫠 Gonna yap about a scenario that's been occupied in my head since 8 AM. It's time to evict her and let me live in peace again. (disclaimer: this is in no way related to the actual memory or even speculations about it. My mind just wandered into unsavory territory 😔) MDNI.

Just thinking about

How this Sylus is going to take you to his hut and just rut you

This is not love making, not even consummating a union, or even just casual fucking

It is feral. He is going to fuck you like an animal. He is going to breed you.

It is brutal, it is animalistic, and very possessive and wild. He wants you to know that you belong to him—his to have, his to take.

You are not leaving until you are thoroughly bred. This man's stamina and libido are high—he will keep you with him all night long. He won't let you rest for a minute and even if you do pass out, you will still wake up with his massive cock buried deep inside you.

He will have you crying and cumming on his cock so many times, your desperate pleas only spurring him on. You learn that his title of "Relentless Conqueror" does not apply only on the battlefield. It extends into his bedchamber.

By morning, you will be sore. There are bruises and love bites all over. He was not gentle in the slightest.

He had marked you all over, made it clear that you belong to him. This is a reminder to you, but a warning to others.

He is virile. You will get pregnant from this.

Be prepared. His babies are huge. He won't settle for just one child or two, or even three. He wants an army.

He will accept daughters, but he also wants sons.

You will bear big, strong future warriors. It is an honor bestowed only on you.

He is creating a dynasty. His lineage will carry on for centuries.

The only person worthy to stand by his side is you. He is aggressive and imposing, revered within the community and feared by enemies. In this world, the only one he will submit to will be you. The only one who will tame him will be you. The only one who will have his heart will be you.

The honor of being his is a title only carried by you. Likewise, he is yours, in this life and the next and the next and the next. For all of the lifetimes you have, he will always find you and choose you.

Only you—eternally yours.

[unluckywisher]

this also explains why Sylus was so harsh when he first met MC, because he's used to a much rougher MC that reciprocated all his 'darkness'

do u think he kept pushing her buttons just to see if she would 'break' and finally fight back how he remembers?

[dollgxtz]

I’m seeing a lot of “People are so soft, of course Caleb drugged MC he’s a yandere.” discourse here and on twitter.

As a dark content writer, I wanted to add my two cents. So firstly, it genuinely pisses me off when I see statements like that. People are not soft for having boundaries and triggers. They are not soft for not wanting to be drugged in their fictional game? Like hello? A lot of people have irl traumas surrounding it too so it makes sense why they’re upset that it got sprung upon them in the main story.

Infold should’ve added a content warning. Full stop. It was very distasteful of them to spring this onto people. I’ve genuinely seen people in the lads community express how uncomfortable they felt or how they weren’t expecting it and got triggered.

It truly hurts my heart as someone who writes this kind of content, because the last thing I’d ever want to do is trigger someone with His Watchful Eye unexpectedly. That’s why it’s properly tagged and multiple warnings are given at the beginning so people know what they’re getting into. I tag every potential trigger and sometimes I still feel it’s not enough. That goes for any of my fics tbh.

Stuff like this really does give us who enjoy dark content a bad name. Like we have to realize we are the minority, majority of people do not enjoy that and it’s okay!! We shouldn’t be shamed for what we enjoy, but that doesn’t mean we should turn around and shame others for what they don’t enjoy.

“This must be y’all’s first otome game”

Please stop it with that statement too. There’s no prize for who’s the most desensitized 😭.

I’ve always encouraged freedom of expression with His Watchful Eye. I don’t get upset when people tell me they wish Yan!Sylus would die or they hate him and hope him and MC don’t end up together. I love Yan!Sylus. But does that mean I expect others to? Absolutely not!! That’s the beauty of fiction, everyone has different opinions on it!

All in all, let’s not shame people okay? People are vastly different in their opinions and thoughts, so let’s keep it respectful. Let’s not attack real people over fictional characters yall 🤍

Adding a pic of Sylus that I took below cause I literally can’t stop looking at it 😌

[otomedomme]

I really need someone to explain the LnDS lore to me one day I wanna do an AU of my MC but my dumbass is too busy staring at Sylus' dumptruck to follow the lore (≖ᴗ≖✿)(͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)(ಥ ͜ʖಥ)

[misshuntereevee]

₊˚｡ ❆ ⋆⁺₊❅. zayne x you x sylus headcanons, pt. 1 .˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.༄

note: they all care for each other, smut, fluff, etc.

sylus calls zayne "frosty" and zayne somehow tolerates it

they definitely plan together about what to do to you in the bedroom

everyone assumes sylus has the most control in the bedroom, but i suspect that zayne is the mastermind behind a lot of things

however, sylus is def spicer than zayne, but zayne has gotten spicer

consider: your head on one of their laps and your legs over the other?

the way since sylus doesn't sleep during the night, so he sits up and watches the both of you sleep.. often smiling, and thinking about how this sure was more than he bargained for - but in a good way

you usually spend your morning with zayne while he gets ready for work. sylus usually has breakfast ordered before he heads to bed, and you eat it together

later in the evening when you get home, sylus is just getting up and sometimes if he's not up, you or zayne will slip in and take a nap with him

you def are sandwiched between them every night though, zayne's arm around your middle, sylus' legs hooked over yours

[ameliaenya404]

𝓡𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓭

It was a slower day. One where you and Caleb happend to share a day off of work.

You had woken up feeling compelled to spend the day with him, now that you had him back you never wanted to lose him again.

You wanted to make up for lost time and he was more than happy to oblige. And of course, you couldn't complain when he cooked whatever you asked for whenever he came over.

Dinner was over but Caleb wasn't quite ready to leave, and you weren't ready to let him leave either.

Not yet at least.

You lay in bed with him over the covers like you used to as kids, your legs crossed over his as you both stared up at the cream-white ceiling. The silence was nice, you had missed him so much that the fact he was even lying next to you was enough.

But ever since he'd come back, since you'd been reunited, something felt off. He was your Caleb. He looked like your Caleb. Talked like it too...most of the time.

But there were flights of time when he seemed off like his mind wasn't quite all together. It made you weary, anxious, and concerned.

He seemed normal now though as you lay side by side and that was enough for you.

"So, colonel, should we go out tomorrow?" You ask, testing out his new career title on your tongue.

It felt weird, to so many he was a stern colonel, but in this room. In the hold of the four bedroom walls. He was Caleb.

Your Caleb.

"Where do ya want to go? Skyhaven, or do you want to stay down here in Linkon?" His voice was calming, but the bed's comfortableness and the feeling of Caleb next to you weren't helping your already sleepy state.

"Linkon," you yawn before continuing, "We could go see the light show or the movies, there's an arcade too. When's the last time we played at a claw machine together?"

"Too long," Caleb chuckled.

You probably hadn't had a proper outing since before he went off to be a fighter pilot in the Deepspace Aviation Administration and you decided to become a Hunter.

"Yeah, too long." You say softly, a tinge of regret from the constant relazation of all the lost time you need to make up for.

"Hey, I know that tone. What's wrong pipsqueak?" Caleb turns to lay on his side facing you, propping himself up on his elbow.

You glance at him and sigh, turning on your side as well to fully face him.

"I just missed you."

"I missed you too," Caleb smiles before turning on his back again to look up at the ceiling and you could've sworn you heard him mumble at the end "More than you'll ever know".

[writingastory]

A/N: Quick thoughts on Caleb that I need to get out before I can SLEEP. 🥲

🍎 Caleb is for the Ladies who are tired of never being someone's first choice. This man does not play games. When he falls for you - it is just you. Not anybody else. Always you. He even chooses you, your happiness, your wellbeing before his own... every! single! day!

🍎 "I know you can do it yourself. But I want to do it for you." You would hear this more often than not. Maybe you always had to fight alone, get things done, figure it out on your own... but not with him around. He won't watch you struggle. He'll help you, no worries. Be independent as much as you want, but rest assured he'll be there when you need him.

🍎 When the world becomes too much for you, he will handle it. Maybe you could never truly rely on someone - but you can rely on him. He said he'd deal with something? It's been dealt with.

🍎 He would be so proud to call you his girlfriend. When he's out and about with his friends, he's texting you regularly (even though you already told him that he doesn't have to... he insists on it). He wouldn't even care if his friends teased him about it. He cares if you're okay and comfortable, everything else doesn't matter.

🍎 You need to cry? You're having a mental breakdown out of nowhere? He'll hold you tightly, until the last of your sobs ebbs away. Or he keeps a healthy distance if you want that (even though he'd much rather stay close to you...). He doesn't speak much during those moments. No "it's fine, let it out" or "it'll be alright". There's only one thing he'll tell you during these moments: "I'm here, and I won't leave you."

[hananoami]

AHAHA~ INFOLD REALLY OUT HERE FEEDING MY DELULU.

It's no secret that I play this game since yap about it irl all the time, though I'm not sure if I would actually introduce these guys to my family. Maybe after a few drinks?

Anyway, all men do is lie.

Xavier - WDYM?! I wouldn't let you step a foot into the kitchen unattended.

Zayne - BABES YOU'RE SO FUNNY, but only on days that end in Y~ :3c

Rafayel - Only kinda famous? Bro, you got me running from the paparazzi..

Sylus - Family owned business selling fruit and tech? HA. If only it was just that.

Caleb - The mom & dad slip up?! Be FR right now. You know what you said--

I can't wait to listen to them on repeat, calling themselves my boyfriend. Really living out my reverse harem dreams here~~

[missaengg]

Yes, Caleb, I want to cross that line, okay?!?!