#not because sylus was practically naked

[starmocha]

I don't normally share active wips, but since I mentioned in a previous post how Lost Oasis has a scene similar to one I had written in a wip I've been working on, I've decided to share it. I may scrap it or I may rework it to align more with the canon material.

This wip is basically an intimate (emotional and sexual) Sylus/Reader sexy domestic slice of life fluff, because I have needs. Really bad needs. 🥺👉👈

The scent of your peach body wash had become more familiar each night, the sweet fragrance clung to Sylus’ body after every shower when he would climb into bed with you. Your hands traversed his bare torso, gliding over smooth skin as you furrowed your brows. “Like what you see?” he teased, but when you didn’t react, Sylus reached out, lifting your chin to meet his concerned gaze. “What’s wrong?” “You don’t have any scars,” you murmured, your hands still skimming over his body in examination. “You sound disappointed,” Sylus quipped with a deep chuckle, but he paused almost immediately when you looked up, staring at him with a worried expression. He was quiet briefly before speaking more seriously, “A benefit of my Evol, if you will.” “Then…how many times have you been injured?” “Does it matter?” he looked at you with a gentle smile, reaching out to tuck strands of your hair behind your ear. You appreciated the affectionate gesture, but it didn’t mask the fact that he was pointedly ignoring your question. You nodded firmly, refusing to let this conversation end. Sylus looked conflicted. “It’s a good thing you can’t see any scars,” he insisted. You touched his bicep. “Were you injured here?” He sighed, and nodded. “Yes.” You looked frantically around his body before your hand randomly touched his right shoulder. “Here?” “Yes.” Your mind continued to race with increasing anxious thoughts. You touched his thigh. Sylus nodded. You reached up and touched his chest, your hand near his heart. You paused, your face paling, already knowing the answer to this one. It had all happened so quickly, and even now you could still feel your finger pulling that trigger. Sylus grabbed your wrist, pulling away. “Don’t think about it,” he said firmly, “I did it.” “But…” His hands held your face, pulling you to him, capturing your lips to swallow your words. You felt like you were choking, his kisses suffocating you as your mind was in turmoil from both the guilt of what you did and the painful knowledge of never knowing how often he was injured or how severe they were. Sylus broke the kiss when he felt you sobbing against him. He looked at you with concern, not understanding what had led the two of you to this point. Instinctively, he pulled you into his lap, surprised when you lay against him almost instantly, your arms wrapped around his body, cheek pressed against his chest. He could feel the trembles in your body, knowing you were barely keeping your emotions in check. “I’m not hurt,” he said, fingers already threading through your hair as comfort. “I know,” you whispered back, tightening your hold around him. You could barely keep your voice steady, afraid that just one wrong word could break this dam and unleash all of the tears you were holding back. “But,” he started, peering down at the top of your head, “this is nice.” You looked up curiously, meeting his soft crimson gaze. He leaned down, his warm breath ghosted over your lips, making you shiver even more in his embrace. “Having you worried about me,” he said, elaborating further, “Caring about me.” Sylus drew your lips to his again, this time gentler, more tender. You responded, hearing a pleased hum from him as his hands moved down your body. “Sylus—” He guided your hands back to his body. “I just hate to see you cry over me, sweetheart.” You blinked back your tears. [INSERT EMOTIONAL COMFORT SEX SCENE I HAVEN’T WRITTEN YET LMAO]

[sserpente]

The Art of Pleasure

Synopsis: Rafayel asks you to come over, insisting it’s urgent. Once you arrive, you quickly realise you are about to become a part of an art experiment he is very eager to realise. Having him suspend you from the ceiling, naked and at his mercy, while you become his live canvas, however, is the last thing you expected...

A/N: Okay, listen, as a Sylus girlie (with a weakness for Zayne), it took me a little while to warm up to our dramatic fishy but I do love him now. I don't know what happened but this filthy idea popped into my head even before I started liking him, haha! Enjoy! ;)

Words: 2124 Warnings: smut

Additional NSFW warnings: CMNF, bondage/suspension, body paint

“Rafayel? Rafayel, where are you?”

When you stepped into his studio, the silence was deafening. No swift paint strokes, no soft sighs, no near-silent footsteps on bare feet. Rafayel had sent you forty-three messages within the span of one hour. That was a new record even for him.

You’d only been under the shower for a few minutes to wind down for the day and wash the remnants of Wanderers off your body when he decided to call and practically blow your phone up.

“Rafayel, I’m here! What’s so urgent?”

He wouldn’t tell you in his messages, only that “inspiration had struck like it never had before” and that he needed you to be around him for it to work out. Only the heavens knew what that meant but being a good little bodyguard for your dramatic artist and fish boyfriend, you’d bitten the bullet, got dressed again, and took a cab to his studio.

And now, Rafayel was nowhere to be seen. Rude. Well, at least until a barely audible moan reached your ears. A few moments later, he finally appeared. “You’re here! Come on in!”

He stepped out of his bedroom with his clothes and hair a little dishevelled, rubbing the back of his neck as he approached you and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Did you take a nap while I rushed here like a maniac because you said it was important?” You crossed your arms before your chest.

“Yeah…a nap. And this is important!” he argued. “Now come in and take your shoes off.”

Sighing, you obeyed and slipped out of your boots. You hadn’t bothered wearing socks before leaving your apartment again and you had to admit, feeling the cool marble of his studio floor under your soles was pleasant.

“What’s so urgent then? The last time you were so ecstatic about ‘inspiration striking’, you decided to draw me sleeping, and not prettily.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I painted a sleeping cutie. But that’s not what I have in mind this time. At least, not exactly.”

“Not exactly?” You raised an eyebrow at him. Rafayel often caught you off guard with his lunatic, excuse you, artistic ideas. Still, you loved that side of him and secretly, you were pretty sure he knew that.

“I had an idea for a painting but it will only work with you,” he continued.

“Okay?” You drew the word out, your eyebrow still arched.

“First, you’ll need to take off your clothes.”

“Uh…what?”

“All of them, do it now!”

“Rafayel…” You bit your lower lip.

His voice softened a little. “Hey, do you trust me?”

You did. That was out of the question. “I do but—”

“Then take off your clothes, come on!”

Eyeing him with suspicion still, you did as you were told. Your jacket came first, then your trousers, and then your blouse until you were left standing before him in your underwear. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you naked before, still, having him observe you as if you were a piece of art made you feel all hot and bothered.

“Your bra and your panties too.”

“Seriously? Rafayel…are you going to paint me nude? Just tell me what your plan is, you’re freaking me out!”

“I can’t, it would ruin the surprise!”

He tapped his bare foot on the ground by way of showing you his impatience.

You let out another sigh before you complied.

“Now…what?”

Rafayel bit his lower lip. Distracted by your naked body for a moment, he blinked and offered you his hand. He led you over to the opposite wall in his studio, the one where he usually painted his mural-sized artworks. Today, however, there was no canvas. Only a handful of black loops made of thick leather hanging down low all the way from the ceiling.

Confused, you furrowed your brows.

“What is this?”

“You’re going to be my canvas tonight, cutie.”

“What do you mean…I’m going to be the canvas?”

“Up you go!”

“Wait, what are you…” You didn’t get to finish that sentence. Rafayel pushed you forward gently, nudging you against the loops. You gasped when he flipped you around, lifted you up, and hooked your legs into the hoops before sliding them up towards your thighs.

Concentration lined his pretty facial features as he reached for a swing-like leather strap underneath you and had it rest against your butt cheeks, supporting your weight, before moving on to your arms. The hoops for your wrists were smaller and you knew instantly that you would be completely trapped and at his mercy once he’d finished restraining you. Hypothetically, you could wriggle your way out of them but that would result in your whole body tilting backwards and the back of your head connecting with the hard floor. No, thank you.

Besides…as much as you wanted to scold him for this crazy art project, this was exciting.

You bit your lower lip. “Rafayel…” you whispered once he was done, nodded, and admired his handiwork.

“Perfect,” he stated, bluish-pink eyes roaming over your naked body, lingering on your glistening folds for just a second too long. Shit, how had you gotten wet so fast?

Perhaps he wanted to paint your pussy and needed a good view for accuracy? Yeah…that had to be it. You wondered how he’d draw the arousal dripping from your core. What colours he’d use… But wait. You paused. Fuck. Hadn’t he said earlier that he wanted you to be his canvas? What was his plan?

“Here I go. Hold still for me.”

Swinging helplessly in the air, you had no other options anyway. You nodded regardless, your eyes a little wider than they should be. Your breathing was quickening. Damn, this had no business being so hot…

You hissed when with a start, a wet and cold paint brush drew a thin orange line all around your right breast.

“Rafayel!”

He shushed you, chuckling once again. “I told you, you’re my canvas today. Now hold still, you’re messing up my outlines!”

“B-but…” Your half-hearted protests fell on deaf ears. Rafayel was in the zone. Again and again, he dipped various paint brushes into their respective buckets to draw only the gods knew what on your body. It tickled. It was cold. And yet, the more strokes he teased your naked skin with…the wetter and more aroused you grew.

You flinched when his hands wandered down to your pubic bone. Lower, lower…the brush grazed your outer folds and you gasped.

Whatever kink he was living out right now, you were more than eager to indulge him but to have paint anywhere near your pussy did not seem safe at all. “Rafayel…n-not d-down there…”

“Relax! This is body-safe paint. I bought it for exactly this purpose.”

“Y-you did?” Fuck, how long had he been planning this? Hang on a moment…when he’d come out of the bedroom all dishevelled…that moan you’d heard…

“You…oh gods…did you…was that what you were doing when I arrived? You…did you g-get yourself off to prepare for t-this?”

“Yepp. I have to remain focused while I paint. I can’t do that when my pants get too tight,” he said matter-of-factly, almost as if he was talking about the weather. Shit, even that turned you on!

Rafayel bent down, using his free hand to split your folds, revealing your dripping core to him. Your walls clenched around nothing in response, eager for some stimulation after his delicious treatment. This time, his chuckle was…darker. Enraptured.

“R-Rafayel…”

“Yeah, cutie? Do you want me to stop?”

No. You did not want that. You did not want that at all.

“I gotta make sure to get every last spot, you know, or else the painting won’t look pretty.”

You had no idea how long you’d been hanging there now. You only knew this—if he kept going…if he kept brushing your clit like that, you would…oh…oh…

“Rafayel!!!” you called out, yet another brush stroke almost sending you straight over the edge.

“Hold still! I’m almost finished!”

“M-me too!”

Rafayel chuckled. The cheeky Lemurian knew exactly what he was doing. He tipped his paintbrush into the pot one last time and brought it back to your pussy, this time focusing solely on your clit. Seconds passed and you came with a shudder, exploding into a million pieces. Shaking, you hung there helpless against the pleasure rippling through you. The moment you fell, Rafayel slid two fingers inside of you. Whether his motivation was to give your pussy something to clench around or him wanting to feel you come undone for him didn’t matter. Only that it felt good.

He curled his digits to stroke your g-spot, letting you ride out every last wave of bliss. You were a panting mess by the time you came back to your senses.

“Perfect!” Rafayel exclaimed. He withdrew his fingers, ignoring how you whined at the loss and licked them clean with relish. Your eyes widened, yet another surge of arousal igniting you from the inside out as if he’d used his Evol on you. H-how…how did he manage to act so nonchalantly after making you orgasm like that? Was that an act? Part of the game he was playing?

“R-Rafayel…”

“Shh, relax, cutie. Let the paint dry. Besides…if I let you down now, your knees wouldn’t even support you. You’d fall straight into my arms, ruining my work!”

He dropped the paintbrush and stepped back, admiring his work. He was moving a bit funny too though, could it be that…

Alarmed, your eyes widened when he reached for his camera on the coffee table and brought it to his face, forcing you to tear your gaze away from his crotch.

“You wouldn’t dare! Rafayel, I’m completely naked and exposed! And I just…” I just had the most intense climax of my life…

He lowered the camera again, his bluish-pink gaze serious all of a sudden. “Do you trust me?”

“O-of course I do.”

“No one but us will ever get to see this picture. I promise.”

You took a deep breath. You believed him. And…while you hadn’t seen yourself yet, it would only be natural for him to want to immortalise his art on your body. “All right. Go ahead.”

“Okay then! Smile!”

Your reaction came a little too late so you could only hope that you looked sexy rather than exhausted and spent. Judging by the way Rafayel gasped…it must have been the former.

He brought you a glass of water and held it to your lips for you to drink before he finally helped you back down on solid ground, supporting you on your trembling legs and leading you over the full-body mirror he normally kept in his bedroom.

Your jaw dropped. His painting on you, it… It was…an ocean. A beautiful, dark and deep ocean with gentle rays of sunlight reaching down towards the sandy bottom. The initial outline he’d drawn had become an incredibly detailed coral reef, right below it, covered by algae, shells and starfish, there was a pitch-black cave ending right above your thigh.

Your entire stomach had turned into a sea of different shades of blue, little fish and bubbles. Right below your chest, the grey silhouette of a mermaid, a Lemurian, reached towards the surface that was a wild sea across your breasts, salt water foaming over your mounts and hardened nipples.

Further down, a whale swam through a forest of sea plants stretching from below your belly button all the way down to your pubic bone and eventually, your dripping folds.

He…he really had turned you into a living piece of art.

“Rafayel…this is beautiful.” Your cheeks were still flushed as you leaned against him, your eyes remaining fixed on your form in the mirror.

“I know,” he said with a cheeky grin, his hands caressing your hips. “Then again, you were already beautiful when you stepped foot into my studio. I just provided the finishing touches.”

Your heart warmed. “I almost don’t want to wash it off.”

“You will sweat it off eventually. And then it’ll get all itchy and gross. And we have the picture, remember? Besides, now I have an excuse to take a shower with you.”

Tilting your head, you grinned at his reflection. “You don’t ever need an excuse for that.”

“Then let’s go.”

He grabbed your hand and dragged you with him into the bathroom before you had a chance to respond. You did, however, catch a glimpse of the growing bulge in his trousers. Ha. So of course this whole art project hadn’t left him unaffected. You had to admire the man for his professionalism. Perhaps he could be persuaded to let you paint on him next time…

[ill0usainte]

Wine Pon You.

pairings: bar owner!sylus x stripper!reader

cw: grinding, slight exhibitionism, shameless!reader, prostitution, pole dancing, sylus getting aroused with reader's pole dancing (real)

Sylus sat on the luxurious couch, his legs crossed as he held a glass of wine. It was just another visit to one of the bars he owned in the N109 zone. As expected, the bar was packed with many customers, especially rich people trying to indulge in their drinking problems and satisfy their sexual desires.

This bar was known for its strippers, and while Sylus didn't really approve, he allowed it because it whatever makes the money.

He found it amusing how dirty rich people with higher status would risk their lives visiting the N109 zone just to feed their horniness. Shaking his head in amusement, he drank his glass of wine, closing his eyes as he savored the taste.

Women had been going in and out of the stage, trying to amaze the males with their dancing. But it was no use-- Sylus wasn't interested at all.

Not until you came.

This was just another stripper interview he conducts once a week to add new employees to one of his known bars.

But it surprised him that someone-- you, caught his attention.

I ain't got my eye on you.

The way your body moved smoothly, swaying your hips side to side as your back rested against the pole behind. The red lingerie fit you perfectly, hugging your curves so well.

The sight made Sylus's pants tighten over his hardened cock.

The sound intensified, matching your dancing as the colorful lights gave you the spotlight. Your hands held the pole as you wrapped a leg around it, smoothly rolling your chest and waist, like you were following a rhythm.

Without shame, you rubbed your clothed pussy against the metal pole, feeling the arousal seep through your body.

The loud crowd cheers-- throwing big stacks of money to you over the stage as they hype you up with your pole dance. But everything is inaudible to Sylus-- all he knows is that he wants to rip that red lingerie of yours in front of the crowd.

Maintaining eye contact with the white-haired male in front of you, sweat dripped over your hot body as you continued grinding against the pole. Sylus smirked in amusement, drinking his wine as his eyes trailed over your body, looking you up and down with no shame.

His ruby eyes were filled with lust and hunger-- even with just staring, you could tell that he was already stripping you naked through his gaze.

His gaze focused on every move you made with your hot body-- he couldn't deny, that your dancing is hot and sexy.

He knew what he wanted.

The way you danced was like you were casting a hypnotic spell on him-- you were in control, feeling the heat rise as you continued putting on a show.

Ain't been hypnotized by you, yeah.

Closing your eyes, you stuck out your hot tongue, making contact with the pole. You twirled your body around the pole, stopping as you slowly crouched down, letting your back slip. Your thighs squished against each other as you kept them apart, the thin fabric of the lingerie not helping to conceal how wet your aching pussy was.

He licked his lips, adoring the seductive scene in front of him-- wishing the pole you were grinding on was him instead.

Ain't in here tryna find my dude.

Letting out moans and whimpers, you maintained eye contact with him-- practically begging him to fuck you dumb at this point.

This was one of the erotic fantasies that only nasty and horny men would have, but Sylus swore-- he was becoming one of them.

I mean, who wouldn't be? The way your steamy body moved smoothly, like butter, made his cock throb inside his pants.

You laid your hands against the floor of the stage as you arched your back, crawling closer in front to the edge of the stage. Your plush boobs pressed against each other as you felt the heat of your body rising.

Sylus couldn't help but tilt his head to the side as he looked at you. Chuckling, he puts down his glass of wine, he uncrossed his legs, spreading them apart as he spoke in a low, husky voice.

"We wouldn't want that dancing to go to waste, right, sweetie?"

You pursed your plump lips as you looked at him.

"I'd like to see you dance over my lap this time."

I take it, you just like the way I wine pon you.

masterlist

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Wash The Day Away

Sylus x Y/N - drabble - 533 WC

Masterlist

Warnings: none this is pure fluff, grumpy reader

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You laid face down in the massive bed you and Sylus shared. Mephisto cawed at you from the dresser. You pulled your gun from your waist and aimed it at him, barely lifting your head, “I swear to god you feathered fuck I will end you.” The crow swiftly flew out of the room. You tossed your gun off the bed and onto the floor before groaning and stuffing your face back into the fluffy duvet. 

Sylus found you like that when he came home, “Sweetie?” he said, tapping one of your feet. 

“Go away…” you mumbled.

“What are you doing?” Sylus asked, unbuttoning his shirt before taking it off so he was just in his white undershirt. 

“What does it look like? I’m wallowing in self pity.” you said sarcastically as you rolled over.

Sylus kicked his slacks off before he crawled on top of you, his eyes leveling with yours. “Oh? And why’s that?”

“Shit day.” you said, your thumb tracing over his jaw and cheek absentmindedly. 

“Want to talk about it?” he asked, placing kisses on your cheeks.

“No. I just want to relax.” you said with a sigh. You felt so pent up and exhausted. You wanted to scream and cry just to get it all out but you couldn't, you just felt numb. 

Sylus placed a kiss on your lips before you felt one of his hands undoing the buttons of your shirt and pants. 

“Sy that's not the kind of relaxing I meant.” you said, rolling your eyes with a small smile.

“Good because that’s not what I’m trying to do.” he said pulling your clothes off until you were naked before him. He got off you before pulling you into his arms bridal style. He carried you to the bathroom where a steaming bubble bath awaited you.

“When did you fill that up?” you asked as he slowly sank you down in the water before joining you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. 

Mephisto cawed from the corner. You chuckled, “He has redeeming moments.” you mumbled, mostly to yourself but you felt Sylus’ chest rumble with a laugh against your back. 

Sylus let his hands roam up and down your body soothingly, nothing sexual about his touch purely calming. “I’m sorry you had a bad day sweetie.” he said, kissing the top of your head. 

You nuzzled into him further, practically trying to absorb into him. You traced invisible circles into his chest before pressing a light kiss to his cheek. “As long as my days end with you…” you said. 

“Oh? Every single day with me?” he said, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“You’re my home.” you said sleepily. The warm water sunk into your bones and you could feel the exhaustion from the day seeping into your veins. You kissed up his neck a few times before tilting his chin down and giving him a kiss. “I love you.” you said with closed eyes and a lazy smile.

Sylus watched as you laid your head back on his shoulder and your breathing even out. He kissed your head before leaning his head on top of yours. “I love you.” he said back.

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Naboo's Note:

Very small fic for the boy lol XOXOXO