#sy: what i'm just breathing

[windcloudii]

Wip

1) Rogue cultivator Shen Yuan my beloved with annoyed kitten on background

2) Sj is tired of Sy charming people (or demons), so he needs to take preventive measures

[fawnslatte]

BLOSSOM FRAGRANCE !

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 In which you changed your perfume, and it goes so well with your natural scent it drives Sylus, Rafayel, and Caleb insane. Note: specified type of perfume on Caleb's part.

𓂃 . 𐑞 Masterlist ˖ ࣪ . ‹3

𓂃 . 𐑞 Sylus ︶ ⟢

Sylus didn't think much of the change at the beginning. He thought you had changed your shampoo, and the scent wasn't distinctive enough to take away his attention from your eyes and your touch.

It wasn't until you leaned in to take the controller of the tv, was when he noticed.

He took just an inhale, his eyes opening just a tad wider without his permission and before he knew it, he had buried his face on the nape of your neck, taking in your scent with what looked like eagerness.

“You smell absolutely delectable,” he rasped, wrapping his arms around you and causing you to gasp as he turned you around on his lap, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“Sy?!”

A firm nibble on the skin had you squealing and blushing. “Stop that!”

“You're ruining me.”

“I'm not doing anything!”

Sylus tongue darted out to lick the red irritated mark of his nibble, and you should not have felt like melting at his actions. You went rigid on his lap, eyes blown wide with anticipation and desire, before you blinked the haze away.

“Behave yourself,” you grumbled, lunching your hand to his silver hair.

Sylus laughed that deep laugh of his. “You'll have to keep your distance then, kitten. That is...”

He touched his forehead with yours, red eyes smouldering.

“...If you want me to act civil.”

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𓂃 . 𐑞 Rafayel ︶ ⟢

Rafayel noticed immediately. How could he not, when the scent reminded him so much of everything that he cherished?

He was sketching as usual when you came in and perched on his lap, wrapping your arms around him in a much needed hug. You were quiet, so Rafayel took this as a sign to just comfort you instead of tackling into the familiar banter with you.

He let down the sketchpad and his pen to wrap his arms around you, bringing you into a steadier and warmer embrace. You only clung to him tighter, and finally breathed out a sigh of relief.

Rafayel kissed your cheek, and that goddamned scent enveloped him whole. His lips lingered on you as he took you in.

“Rough day?” he asked, blinking away the daze that entered his vision. Now it was not the time to get excited.

“Rough week,” you countered, pulling back to kiss his own cheek. “How was your day?”

“Better now that you're here,” he nuzzled into the place behind your ear, inhaling deeply the addictive scent. “This scent... are you trying to seduce me, cutie?”

You giggled tiredly, your spirits soaring with his affection. “You like it? I ran out of my usual perfume and bought a new one for a change.”

He hummed. “I love it, it smells like you.”

“Like me?”

“Like you,” he whispered softly in devotion.

𓂃 . 𐑞 Caleb ︶ ⟢

He imagined how you'd smell from the moment you bought the fragrance bottle.

Maybe Caleb was bias. He adores everything that has to do with apples, it was his favourite fruit after all, his favourite flavour, favourite scent even (after yours). He knew the combination between both would be the cause of his demise, and he wasn't entirely wrong.

“I think it smells really good!” you smelled the fragrance, your eyes lighting up. “I liked the orange one too though...”

They both smelled amazing on you, but...

“You can get the apple one,” he not-so-subtly hinted as he passed the perfume on your hands. “Cheaper too, so you can save some extra money for a treat.”

It was, in fact, not cheaper.

“You think so?” you sprayed some on your neck and the back of your hand. “Isn't it too sweet?”

Caleb smirked down at you, leaning behind you to bite down on your ear. “Just enough to eat.”

You gasped.

And that was when you realised your random shopping spree was, in actuality, very much intentional.

　𓂃 . 𐑞 © 2025 fawnslatte. ︶ ⟢

[salemrph]

Sleepy morning with Sylus

A/N: While I was reading some other posts yesterday, I came across a user asking what it would be like to wake up next to Sylus. My imagination jumped on it right away! I would say this is more of a headcanon than a fanfic. I focused more how he would experience it. Short write, just because I'm working on other stuff.

Character: Sylus & Reader/MC/you

Genre: romantic, fluffy

Word count: 1,430 | Reading Time: 5 min | AO3

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Your laughter echoes through his bedroom as you try to break free from his grip, his breath tickling your skin. His arms are wrapped tightly around you, pressing himself against your naked body. You smell incredible, so intoxicatingly good that waking up next to you must be heaven on earth.

You squirm and kick, already in tears from laughing so hard. He can't get enough of that sound, of the way you smile, the way you close your eyes and lean your head back. Your presence is like a flowerbed in full bloom, vibrant and breathtaking. Blooming in its full splendor.

Whenever he can, he admires you. When you sleep, he counts the moles on your body, tracing them with his fingertips. He caresses the scars you've earned as a fierce Hunter, kissing every natural fold of your skin. His touch follows the curve of your back, the delicate shape of your ass, down to your legs. The same legs that always wrap around him in the intensity of passion.

He loves you, more than he could ever show to you. It wouldn't be enough, ever.

"Sylus—"  you gasp between laughs, struggling against him as your muscles start to cramp.

"You have so much energy, kitten" you keep laughing, you are so ticklish this morning. His nose brushes against your neck before he nips at your skin, placing lazy kisses along your shoulder.

You squirm even more, still breathless from laughter. "I will pee myself... Stop!"

He hums against your skin, only tightening his hold. He isn't really awake, he wants to keep sleeping, enjoying the peaceful morning with you. Sylus has worked hard to clear his schedule, to be with you like this. To adapt to your routine, make breakfast, and simply enjoy a normal day at your side.

"Then pee..."  he teases. 

"Gross! Let go." You protest, thoroughly disgusted by his suggestion.

"Not even in dreams, sweetie" he chuckles while still kissing your shoulder.

"Sy..." you whine. That tone, the way you try to get your way putting that face, that tone in your voice. The one that makes his heart melt no matter how much he tries to resist. He growls, reluctant to release you completely. His grip tightening for a moment before he finally exhales and relaxes.

"Go. You have 2 minutes to come back". 

You waste no time jumping out of bed, only to earn a slap on your ass.

"Hey!" You spin around, shooting him a glare. Sylus only smirks.

"I like how it wiggles"

You disappear in the bathroom. Sylus shifts onto his back, crossing both arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling with a rare sense of peace. Yeah… he could get used to this. No, he wants to get used to this. The wealth he possesses and everything he has done has been nothing more than a way to ensure your safety. The years he spent searching for you taught him that he had to be prepared for anything. Losing you again was not in his plans. And if the day ever comes when you no longer love him, it won’t change a thing. He would still protect you, even from the shadows.

He’s so lost in thought that he doesn’t notice you sneaking back into bed. Carefully, you inch closer, suppressing a grin as you reach out to poke his cheek. But before you can even make contact, his hand shoots out, catching your wrist in a firm grip.

"Feeling playful this morning, my love?"

"Just a bit" you smirk. Sylus laughed.

"What do you want to play?" You tilt your head, pausing deliberately as your eyes drift over his bare chest, trailing down to his toned abs. The sheets rest low on his hips, and the way you’re looking at him doesn’t go unnoticed. He knows that look.

With effortless ease, he shifts, pulling you toward him until you land on top of his body.

His fingers brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering. The color of your lips is already beautiful, but he loves it even more when they darken after passionate kisses. His lips part slightly, his gaze locked onto yours, mesmerized by the infinite depth of your shining eyes.

You lean in, pressing tender kisses across his face before finally finding his lips. Your entire body relaxes, melting into him. Savoring the slow movement of your mouth. Heat growing in your body. Between you two. The kiss deepens bit by bit, his tongue tracing your lips, later moving beyond, slipping inside, tasting you. You sigh into him, already lost in the spreading feelings of longing.

His hand has already trapped you. One sitting on your back, the other on your ass, keeping you close. He is getting harder by the second. His need for you is growing. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips grounding you in the moment. There is no rush, no urgency. You have the complete morning and day to melt in each other.

When he finally pulls away, just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath is warm against your lips. His eyes flutter shut for a moment as he exhales deeply. This is a dream, he thinks. A damn good dream. And he has no intention of waking up.

One hand moves to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly over your skin. He doesn’t need to speak; everything he feels is in the way he looks at you, in the way he holds you like you’re something precious. You cover his hand with yours, pressing your cheek into his palm. A faint smile tugs at his lips before he kisses you again.

Sylus takes his time, enjoying how your body reacts to him, the quiet gasps, the way your fingers tangle in his hair. His name escapes your lips in a breathless whisper. He watches you with a quiet intensity, taking in the way you melt under his touch. The space between you disappears, lost in the unhurried way he moves. Once more, your worlds merge, your bodies speaking a language only the two of you understand.

That's how you start the morning: with him, with you, with nothing beyond these four walls mattering. Just the warmth of his skin, the rhythm of your hearts, and the love that neither of you needs to put into words.

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[adimilkys]

“Your ex has never made you what?”

Sylus x reader 18+ MDNI

cw : smut, f!reader, overstimulation, p in v, stomach bulge, oral (f receiving), no protection (wrap it before you tap it), petnames, biting and probably more

synopsis : after telling Sylus you "aren't able to orgasm" because you never did with your exes, he proves you very wrong

author's note : wrote this after work, idk how because I'm literally dying so there may be a lot of mistakes lol also english isn't my native so if you find and spelling mistakes whoops

You've been dating Sylus for over a month now, it's been an... interesting ride for sure. You're over the kissing stage and teasing, but you've never talked with him about sex- well until tonight.

"If you're not comfortable we don't have to, kitten" he whispered in your ear, you were both laying in his bed, you on top of him as he scratched your head.

"It's not that I'm not comfortable... it's just embarassing, Sy" You buried your face in his chest, he raised his eyebrow at your statement. "What's embarassing?"

At his question you buried your face deeper in his chest, knowing that you have to tell him either way. "I... just can't..." you mumbled

"You can't what, kitten? Come on, tell me."

"I-I can't orgasm..." he was quiet for a few seconds, before letting out a laugh. You raised yourself up from his chest, a pout on your face. "I'm serious, Sy!"

"And why do you think you can't orgasm?" He asked, gripping your waist. "W-Well everytime I got intimate, I was just never able to come-"

"And you think that's your fault?" He raised his eyebrow, looking into your eyes, making you look away with flushed cheeks. "Well yeah, I mean it's always me who can't cum" he grabbed your chin, making you look at him again.

"Sweetie, it's those pathetic men that couldn't make you cum" He started kissing your face, making you even more flustered "But-"

"Do you want me to prove it to you I can make you come minimum 5 times right now?" You stared at him with wide eyes, Sylus wasn't the one to break his promises, but you decided to play along.

"Hmph... All talk no action-" And with that, he slammed his lips on yours, capturing them in a messy kiss. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for access to your mouth. When you smirked, not opening your lips he bit it, making you gasp as he forced his tongue inside, immediately wrapping your tongues together.

You let out a moan, his hand sliding under your (his) shirt, squeezing your breasts. As you pulled your head away to breath, his lips continued assaulting now your neck, sucking, kissing and nipping on it- leaving many marks.

His hands grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, revealing your tits "So fucking pretty" he whispered before latching onto one of your nipples. "S-Shit... Sylus-" you buried your hands in his hair, slightly pulling at it making him groan.

After being satisfied with the amount of marks he left on your breasts, he kissed down your stomach, lower and lower until he reached your shorts. "Tell me, kitten. Has someone ever eaten you out?" He raised his head up, staring at your face while you shook your head.

"Tsk... you've been messing around with immature boys, not real men sweetie" he said before sliding down your shorts right with your panties. "Such a pretty pussy, s'wet, all mine" with that he immediately dived in, groaning at the taste of your juice.

You moaned out his name loudly, one of your hands leaving his hair and now gripping onto the sheets. Your legs tied around his head. He sucked onto your clit, his tongue doing wonders. His hand moving to grab your thigh, squeezing it (probably leaving marks as well)

"Feels- so good!" You whined, throwing your head back as one of his fingers entered you, his fingers were so much bigger compared to yours (Which they also couldn't make you cum)

He followed that up with his second finger, stretching you out. Your moans were getting louder and your walls clenched around him. "Sylus! I- Ah!" you cried out before arching your back, letting out a silent scream as you came on his fingers and mouth, your eyes rolling back as you saw stars.

All your release ran down his throat, licking his lips before getting up from between your thighs. You were trying to catch your breath, your chest moving up and down.

"What did I tell you, sweetie?" he leaned down to your ear, nipping at it, "Four more to go" you shivered at his words, his hands grabbing your legs and raising them until your knees were touching your chest.

"Now relax f'me..." he grabbed his member, positioning it at your entrance, you didn't even realize he had taken his clothes off and oh

he was huge, thick too. Your eyes widened at his size, which he of course noticed, letting out a chuckle. "Worried I won't fit?" before you could even say anything, he pushed the tip in, knocking your breath out of your lungs.

Your nails digging into his back, he groaned at how tight you are "Sy..." You whined at the stretch, suddenly his fingers pinched your clit, the pain of the stretch and pleasure of his fingers made you scream, once again- making you climax.

As you were panting he continued his torture on your clit, pushing himself in even deeper, not even halfway in but making you feel like he's in your lungs.

"Fuck... Three more, kitten." after a bit more pushing, he finally bottomed out, you were already so cockdrunk, feeling all of him, every twitch and vein. He waited a bit, making sure you adjust before moving.

Starting off slow, making sure you feel comfortable, he looked at your face, sweat rolling down your forehead, hair stuck to your face, tears rolling down your cheeks, eyes closed shut and mouth hanging open as you moaned.

You looked so fucking beautiful, he lowered his head, hand grabbing your chin as he slammed his lips on yours, not wasting any time as his tongue entered and explored your mouth. His thrusts speeding up, your moans getting louder.

Suddenly, his cock hit your sweet spot, making you gasp. He smirked at your reaction, angling toward it, making sure to hit it again, again and again. You sobbed, biting your lip as you felt another ogarsm coming, clenching around his member.

"shit shit shit- Sy-Sylus!" you screamed as you came for the third time, already feeling so overstimulated. "N-No more- I can't-" You begged, whining.

"Shhh... two more sweetie" He wiped your tears away, leaving kisses all over your face. He suddenly pulled out, making you gasp as he flipped you onto your stomach, not wasting any second- slamming right back inside you.

"FUCK-" You gripped the pillow, burying your face in it, muffling your moans. His brows furrowed, groaning as he gripped your hips, pounding into you.

"W-Well, none of that sweetie, I want to hear you-" He chuckled, pulling you up so you were on his lap, his chest pressed against your back as he bounced you up and down on his cock.

Your head was hanging low, that's when you saw the huge bulge in your lower stomach disappearing and reappearing over and over. You were barely holding up with his pace.

His mouth once again started attacking your mouth, hiding his own sounds as he was getting closer himself, the way your pussy was clenching around him felt godly. The way your tits bounced, the way drool was dripping from the corner of your lips.

"C'mon... two more..." it was insane how many times he was able to make you cum. With his fingers back on your clit, you threw your head on his shoulder and with a cry you came once again, the only reason you haven't fallen forward being that Sylus is holding your waist.

Within a few thrusts, he came too with a choked moan- filling you up with his warm cum.

After catching his breath, he pulled out, flipping you on your back once again, you barely lifted your head, looking at him with confusion written on your face.

"One more... or maybe two more?" He smirked, going back to your cunt with his mouth.

requests are open, feel free to send your prompts

[satrs]

ATTENTION.

✎ A/N; They got me y'all. The voices told me to do this I'm telling youuu!!!! Did I do the ripping part in both Sylus' and Rafayel's intentionally? Yes, yes I did. SUE ME!!!

SYNOPSIS; surprising them in lingerie!

FEATURING; Sylus, Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier x fem!reader (l&ds)

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI! s€xual intercourse. Teasing. Unprotected intercourse. Dirty talk. mating press(Sylus). blindfolding. pü$$yjob. (xavier). slightt dumbification(rafayel). cunnilingus. overstim. (Zayne)

WK;4.2k.

♡ SYLUS

"Take a picture, it'll last longer", you tease the white haired man who cranes his neck in your direction, bloody eyes examining your attire.

"I might."

A giggle escapes you in response to Sylus. He can't help but let a sly smirk creep up his lips, scanning your black stilettos up to your red lingerie, the polished red gemstones decorating your cleavage, and adding the cherry on top.

You cage wine-red lips between your teeth as you lift your hand to rest on his naked chest, droplets of water indicating his previous shower, your band of rubies slightly slipping down your tender wrist in the process.

Raising his eyebrows at your action, he watches you raise on the tips of your toes, your hot breath fanning across his neck as you whisper into his ear. "I think I'll go change."

Change? Change now, after you dolled yourself up just for him (quickly, for that matter) whilst he took a shower? Definitely not happening.

He manages to take hold of your arm with a questionable look on his face. "Oh, please", he begins, intrigue causing his silver brows to twitch, "The party's already done? What a shame."

The innocent expression on your face only sparked excitement in him- and his pants, a sly smirk exposing his motive as he takes careful steps to your shared bed until he sits on the edge, dark orbs still asserting dominance even though he’s looking up at your captivating form.

You giggle in response, and he doesn't miss your delicate hands gliding down his exposed chest, finding comfort in the towel wrapped around his waist.

"Do tell," he continues, his intense glare roaming over every part of your body, followed by his hands finding comfort on your rear. "What are the stilettos for?"

Pointing his chin towards your hidden surprise, you’re quick to follow up with a swift movement of your leg, pushing him down his back carefully with your heel before seating your covered pusssy on his growing bulge. as you bite back, "to keep you in check."

A glint of amusement dances across the man's features as he scoffs at your pathetic attempt of dominance, giving a firm squeeze to your behind, earning a yelp from your lips. "We’ll see about that."

Before you can even think of a cheeky retort, he smashes his lips against yours in haste, sighing into your mouth as if it's been a lifetime since he last had a taste of you.

His digits creep around your spine to take hold of the back of your neck, swiftly but carefully pushing you on the king sized bed, your back hitting the cold touch of the silken sheets.

He smashes his lips against yours, swallowing your sounds eagerly, hastily fumbling with your lingerie before a loud rip! Sound echoes through the room.

You let out a gasp in realization, ready to scold the man for his animalistic behavior, tragically failing to do so once he teases your exposed space.

“I’ll buy you a new one. Two, even.” He grunts between kisses, digits fumbling to get rid of his towel, grinding your cunt down on his exposed length as if his life depended on it. “Hell, I’ll buy the whole store.”

Within a blink of an eye, you already feel his bulky, fat tip nudging at your puckering hole, pushing past the tight ring of muscle with a low, resonant growl as he swiftly swings your legs over his shoulders.

Whining at his ridiculously bulky head engulfed in your snug hole, you try to close your legs in a desperate attempt to escape the astonishing stretch of his thick length. "Sy, I wanted to- ngh!, W-wanted to be on top."

"Don't be ridiculous, honey", he interrupts before smashing his hips harshly against yours, fully burying his pulsating cock inside your pussy, "You don't mean that", His slender fingers spread your glistering folds apart, in awe at the sight of you swallowing his cock with each push of his hips.

Ecstatic is how to describe your current state, low hanging eyes clouded in the thick mist of pleasure as you watch him ram into you helplessly, your legs danging off his shoulders as he pushes you further and further into a mean mating press.

You can see his tip nudging your lower belly, prominent dent apearing and dissapearing again, causing you to claw at his beefy arm, trying to slow his movement down, only to be smacked away with a scoff.

"Awww, baby. Don't give up just yet. You still got to 'keep me in check', no?" You whine as your orgasm hits you in surprise, letting out a loud cry of his name as your pussy spasms all over his pelvis.

Once you saw that fat grin on his face that you would've loved to slap off his face, you know your fucked. Maybe you even knew that from the start. But,

"There's no backing out now, kitten."

♡ XAVIER

"Can I look?"

"Wait!"

He sighs, impatiently tapping his foot on the floor, trying to adjust to the darkness covering his eyes. How long is this childish game going to take? Why won't you just let him see you?

"C'mon, wanna see you." You chuckle at his whiny plea as you step closer to him, seated on the couch, reaching out to grasp his hand in yours.

"Just be patient. You will." his composer tenses once he feels his fingers grazing the lace material adoring your soft skin and fuck, his dick twitches in his pants in pain as he imagines how you look right now in all of your glory, body decorated in seducing lace. "It's white, you know. Just how you like it."

Strength, that's what he needs—because he doesn't know how much longer he can play this game of yours before he might die.

"You won't die, silly." A hue of red adores his face in embarrassment, groaning at your light chuckle once he realizes he just said that out loud.

In light of the moment, he takes the chance and grasps at the flesh of your ass, causing you to gasp. "Please", he begs, his hand pushing you further towards him until he faces your tummy, "I w-want to- need to see you."

A shudder runs down your spine as he places wet kisses all over your exposed skin, an unoccupied hand cupping a feel of your clothed breast, earning a lustful pur from you in return.

You don't miss the sly smirk spread across his face once you push him deeper into the couch, his back hitting the rest in acceptance of defeat.

"I told you to be-"

"Patient, yes. You know I can't stand waiting when it comes to you, love." You sigh, trying your best to retain your sounds by caging your lips between your teeth, and you're thankful that he can't see your contorting expressions from his shameless hands roaming over every inch of your body. Yet.

"It's rude to interrupt someone while they're talking, you know." Your words come out hollow, not even fully reaching his ear, because all he could focus on were your hands freeing his aching cock from its restraint, his tip slightly nudging at your now exposed pussy, laced panties pushed to the side.

At that moment, his head falls back, a frustrated groan roaring from his lungs, a hard grip on your hips as he rocks your body on top of his, your wet folds adoring his shaft in the glistering essence of your sweet nectar, the warmth of your heat causing him to whine, longing to see and feel the full extent of your addicting pussy.

"Y-you're making it hard for me, you know." He notices the slight waver in your voice, and he also notices your hand gliding along the back of his neck, up, up, up until your finger hooks under the blindfold, giving into his endless pleas.

All he can manage to choke out is a gluttonous "F-fuckkk", as he, finally, sees what you've been holding back from him. And sight behold, it's even better than he could've ever imagined.

You can feel his dick twitching between the mold of your folds once you release the blindfold from his face, letting it dangle down at his neck, slightly pulling him closer by it until your lips were inches apart.

As you admire his pussy-drunk gaze, you notice his glossy eyes, kissing away the dried trail of tears running down his cheeks.

His eyes stay glued between your legs as you halt for a moment to align his angered tip at your excited hole, before you snap him out of his trance by firmly gripping at the blindfold.

"Like what you see?", you tease, words falling onto deaf ears as you sink down onto his length, his hands quick to lift you from his cock before harshly slamming you down again, catching you off guard.

"Fuck yeah."

♡ RAFAYEL

"Oh?"

His voice rings in the thick, clouded air, the filled with lust. With the quick movement of his eyes, scanning every inch of your body and the tight lace hugging your figure so deliciously, he can't help but wet his lips.

"Oh." The man's tone is low, seductive even, his hungry eyes devouring your very being. That's a surprise, alright.

This feels like a dream; with each step you take towards him in the massive pool, his head spins and dizziness overcomes his senses.

The water soon reaches your upper body as you begin to swim towards the man, all under a watchful eye.

In an act of malice, you decide to dive underneath the water, out of sight of his predatory gaze. Or, so you thought.

Gaze, not wavering from your silouette, swimming closer and closer to his spot, amused grimace coming to light as you emerge from the dark water, just to poke your head to the surface.

"Careful now." He warns at your greedy touch against his body, fingers hooking under the waistband of his shorts to mess with him, " What? I'm just testing the waters."

He chuckles at that, arms lifting you as you instinctively wrap your legs around his slutty waist. "The waters you're testing are deep, you know."

You smirk at his words, your arms caging him in place as they lock around his neck, eyes gazing into his, radiating pure lust and desire. "Deeper than you fucking me?"

You've done it now.

A flip switches inside him instantly, breath turning ragged while his hands are busy freeing his aching cock, impatiently, ripping your adored bikini, exposing your cunt to the cold pool water.

You protest, whining as he holds the pair of panties up in victory, examining them while balancing you on one strong arm. "Couldn't see shit from afar", he begins, his tongue poking out to lick across his lips.

"Looks wonderful on you, baby. Heavenly, even. But right now, I'd rather see you," releasing the fabric that covered your tits in rapid motion, he throws them behind him without care before resuming, "-naked."

"Sorry, you were saying?", His brought-up innocence, causes your brows to knit in frustration, soon disappearing once he bullies his entire cock deep into you. "Oh yeah, I remember. Something about me fucking you, right?"

The wail that you let out only earns you a twitch of his pulsating cock inside your comforting heat, repeated thrusts of his causing the water to shudder from his crude movements.

Nodding hastily, your nails clamp down on his shoulders - trying to adjust to his rapid movement with your body bouncing up and down up and-

"Hellooo, anyone up there?"

If you could, you would wipe that snarky smirk right off his face, but you couldn't. You couldn't even protest as his hands followed up to your head right after, a light knock against your forehead with his index finger.

"Hm? My girl's turning all dumb when she wanna come, yeah?" Strong arms trap you in a strong hold, his hips rutting into you at a ridiculously fast pace, his hands spreading your ass cheeks apart, nudging your gushy spot repeatedly as you threaten to come undone in his hold.

"Tell me, baby. Tell me you wanna cum, wanna hear my girl say it." he mumbles against your kiss-bitten lips, a slight stutter escaping him at the delicious squeeze of your cock-drunk pussy. "M-hm, 'm so close, soso- oh nghhh!"

Displeased with your answer, he clicks his tongue, his slender fingers threading their way between your legs to squeeze your clit meanly between his fingers. "O-ohhww! Hnghh!"

"Nuh uhhh. Say it and you'll get to cum, silly girl." You spill whine after whine from your lips, legs shaking in sync with the water.  "W-wanna cum, need ta' nghhh pleaseee- Oh!"

Incoherent nonsense rushes past your lips, and before you even realize it, you're coming undone in his arms.

Silent cries of his name fly over his head, his whole attention focused on you. From your widened eyes to your mouth hanging open, all the way to the squeeze of your plush walls, begging him to fill you to the brim.

And he does.

At his wits end, his hips stutter into yours with one last pathetic thrust. Fat chunks of white spurted into you, followed by a broken wail from him. "Y-yeahh that's my girl. Take it all. That'sss it."

You crash your lips on his, moans drowning in the hot mess. With your head laid against his heaving chest, eyes scrunched together as you came down from your high.

"C'mon, baby", he snaps you out of your daze, hazy eyes gawking at you. And, oh - you know this look all too well.

Biting your lips in excitement, he hoists you up until his dick slips out of you in quick motion, a slight hiss from him indicating his impatience.

The cold breeze engulfs your bodies as you leave the pool, your arms clinging to his neck in seek of warmth. With his quick feet, he hurries to reach the inside.

"You know we ain't done yet."

♡ ZAYNE

"You should've told me," His breath hitches against your neck, pampering your neck with kisses, hands groping your flesh. "I would've, w-would've got off earlier."

"Where'd be the fun in that?" you tease, trying to hide your smirk, your fingers delicately brushing through his dark strands, and fuck, you could cum by just looking at his lustful expression.

His hair messy and face lost in complete bliss, with his eyes screaming that he's hungry for more. And who could blame him?

Exactly, no one.

"Fuckin' hell", he mutters under his breath as you climb on top of him, laced panties hovering just above his face.

Hell, he'll for sure just might end up there if he doesn't get a taste of you in the next three seconds.

"What are you waiting for, darling?", His fingers dig deep into the flesh of your hips, forcing your hips further down, and he can't believe his eyes. Your juices bleed through the dark lace. You little minx.

Three.

He stops in his tracks at the faint whiff of your juices hitting his nostrils, squeezing your hips so tight that your flesh spills from the gaps of his fingers.

Two.

"Well?", you snap him out of his trance, catching his gaze. Your fingers brush through his strands before firmly gripping them, his lips mere inches away from your leaking hole, "What are you waiting for?"

Fuck that last second.

Shameless and dirty. Two words you'd never expected tohear with your Zayne in a sentence.

It's downright nasty, how his tongue is lapping and sucking your lips through the fabric, teeth teasingly grazing against your clit earning a gasp from you.

"Pull it off, can't wait. I gotta taste you." Zayne is fast, fingers hooking under the fabric to reveal your glistering cunt with a hungry growl, "All of you."

"S-so impatient." Shaky voice betraying yourself as your fingers tangle in his dark roots, offering him the dark blue lace that does a poor job of covering your crotch, thighs twitching in his hold.

"Please, darling", wavering voice whispers against your hidden folds, your sweet nectar reaching his nose once he hooks his finger under the flimsy fabric, pushing it to the side to gawk at your exposed cunt, glistering.

He breathes in, heart rapidly beating in his chest in anticipation, before he stops himself with one deep, threatening growl. "Fuckin' sit."

With that, he firmly grips your hips, smashing you down on his awaiting mouth. The gasp that leaves you only eggs him on, making out with your lips as if it were his last meal.

And it might be, if he continues to push you down further and further, his tongue already pushing past your tight walls, eager to taste more of you.

Humming into your heat as he gazes up at your contorted expressions, the plush of your thighs nearly suffocating him. Not that he’d mind, of course.

„Mhm, take it.“ His words are muffled against your puffy folds, barely reaching your ears. If you even heard him over the squelching sound of the wet mess beneath you, that is.

Big, beefy hands take a firm hold on your ass, squeezing the flesh tightly in his embrace. Groaning into your heat, he musters up his strength to rock your cunt over his face, ears perking up at your increase in volume.

You feel hot blood rushing through your veins as each breath of air gets heavier and hotter by any minute, his tongue lavishly exploring your tight tunnel.

His keen movement yearns for your release, growing more desperate in his movements. He just can't help himself, really. "Quit, squirmin', " He just barely lifts your hips, his words scrambling against your heat before he resumes to his meal, slightly biting down onto your poor clit in warning.

Your surprised squeal only eggs him on further. Mouth working faster, nastier, downright making out with your cunt shamelessly, even going as far as spelling his name over and over again.

Z-A-Y-N-E-Z-A-Y-N-E-Z-

„I‘m s-so- close! Fuck!“ As those words leave your mouth, a sudden euphoric wave overtakes you, and you gush all over the man's face, his face shining in your juices as he eagerly slurps up every bit you offer him.

Humming in content, his hand rips against the flesh of your ass, faint paint of red adoring your behind, before his strong arms swiftly throw you onto your back, leaving you in pure bliss from your orgasm.

But before you can notice the switch in position, his mouth is back on your cunt, hands now roaming over your body, making sure to trace the adorable cerulean lace, even going as far as sneaking through your bra to get a feel of your soft chest.

This is so strange, so unlike him- Zayne, the usually chill and composed man, full of self-control and diligence, now rutting his hips against the bed in impatient thrusts, all kinds of mumbles and groans lost between your spread thighs.

"'S too much, just hold on, Zayne!"

The overstimulation catching up to you, a string of electricity running down your spine as you try to escape his firm grip by wiggling, thighs squeezing tightly around his head - anything. But just from his warning glare, you knew it was impossible.

Sure, your legs are just about to give out on you, your poor, abused pussy pulsated non-stop, and you could already see the shining stars threatening to litter your vision.

It's too much, but it also feels all too good, maybe a little too well. With trembling fingers, you reach for his hair, contemplating whether to push him away or pull him impossibly closer. Now it was up to him to choose.

Zayne's resonated voice is already answer enough, face lifting from the cavity of your fluttering heat. His mouth completely covered in your slick, his grin completely catching you off guard.

He's placing a last, sloppy kiss right at the crown of your clit for good measure. Heavy breath brushing against your abandoned clit, causing a shiver to creep up your spine, before he's leaving a trace of wet kisses up your belly, eyes not leaving yours even once.

"You know I can't do that, darling. I'm not even halfway done with you yet."

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

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[deepspace-scenarios]

[scenario/drabble] when life imitates art

Summary: LIs react when you're flustered from reading a spicy webtoon. They get curious, some already know why (Sylus bc Mephisto snoops), and all of the men decide to re-enact the scene with you just because ♡ Genre: Fluff; TW: suggestiveness

SYLUS

You forgot how you'd stumbled across this webtoon- but it had you enthralled in its dark fantasy while Sylus works away at his desk.

You’re curled up in his spare office chair, re-reading the chapter and engrossed in the fallen angel’s seduction- his dark wings enveloping the heroine, his lips at her throat as he steals a fragment of her soul.

An unmistakable shadow falls over your phone screen. "Ah. That scene."

Sylus’s smirk is knowing. "Mephisto adores this series- he's got it all downloaded into his storage after catching you reading it that time. Drama suits his tastes."

Your mortified gasp only amuses him further, and his crimson eyes twinkle as he steps closer. "Though I do see the appeal, kitten. No need to be so shy about it."

In one motion, he has you caged in the office chair, his knee slotted between yours, his breath warm against your ear. "Shall we test if reality lives up to fiction?"

His teeth graze your pulse point, then he sucks on your skin. Your breath stutters. "Nnh- Sy-"

“Too much, kitten?” His lips brush across your skin as he speaks, peppering kisses along your jaw between words. “I haven’t gotten to the good part yet-”

Your eyes widen. Oh no, he knows what comes next-

His hand slides up your arm, coming to rest at the base of your neck. Then his lips cover yours in a hot, searing kiss, his fingers curling ever so slightly to press onto the sides of your neck as he deepens the kiss. It doesn’t cut off your airway- but there’s just enough pressure to give the illusion that he’s doing it.

You whimper, hands clutching the front of his shirt for dear life.

He pulls away gently, eyes dark with satisfaction at your state of undoing.

“Got a verdict?” He asks, voice rough as his gaze rakes over you.

“I- yeah, that was good,” you breathe, your heart still hammering within your chest and your mind clouded with nothing but the warmth of his lips and his calloused fingers on your skin.

“That wasn’t the question, sweetie. Did it live up to your… fantasies?” He purrs, sinking down into a crouch in front of you.

You nod, covering your face with your hands and trying your best not to- only to have them gently pried off.

“I had fun too, just so you know,”

Then he scoops you into his arms, bringing you to his work desk with him. “Keep reading. We'll test out the next scene when I'm done with work,”

_____

ZAYNE

You bite your lip, completely engrossed in the webtoon as you lean your hip against the kitchen counter.

The CEO’s rival has her trapped on the balcony, his voice a soft, alluring threat as the city lights blur into a mosaic behind them.

You startle when Zayne’s arms cage you against the counter. "Show me," he murmurs, scanning your phone.

Your face heats up as you try to explain yourself. “It's a silly webtoon-”

He glances at you with a pointed look. “If it has you blushing, it's not likely silly,”

He scrolls up and back to the scene you were reading. "…I understand."

His lips find the curve of your neck, his grip on your waist tightening. "His decision is brash." He comments.

The feather-light kiss he leaves on your earlobe makes you shiver, a barely-there pressure until he eases the ticklish sensation with another press of his lips. "Though I can see how it adds to the tension."

He turns you to face him, hazel-green eyes dark as he places a firm hand on your lower back, pressing you against him. "But since I'm with someone I love-"

His lips find yours in a tender kiss. “-I'm lucky that there's no need to endure all that misguided yearning.”

______

RAFAYEL

You're already on chapter sixty three, and the season just keeps getting better.The next scene has you grinning as you slam your palm against the couch, and you see Rafayel jump from the corner of your vision.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” He accuses, sliding over on his rolling chair to see what got you reacting so strongly.

“Show,” he says, holding his palm out.

His eyes fly over the screen, taking in the story and its details- the warlock’s wand tilts the witch’s chin, her breath hitching as magic thrums between them.

Rafayel turns to you, frowning slightly, as if he's unimpressed. You yelp when his paintbrush replaces the wand- he holds it under your chin, the pressure tilting your head up.

His eyes glint violet and pink under the studio lights. "This got you flustered?" He tuts. "Tsk. So clichéd."

The brush trails down your throat- then he replaces it with his mouth, kissing you until you’re dizzy.

"Though I do love an obedient subject…" he murmurs, surging forward to lay you down on the couch.

He nips your lower lip. "Stay still, cutie. I’m far from done."

_____

XAVIER

The hum of the fan drones on while you and Xavier scroll on your phones in comfortable silence as you lean against each other while seated in the living room. On your phone is a fantasy webtoon- one that's making you struggle to hide a grin and a blush.

The faerie prince commands the heroine to kneel, her trembling only fueling his smirk.

Xavier tilts his head, blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. "You like… this?"

You jump, shoulder almost knocking against his chin. You begin to panic when you realize he might’ve been reading all along.

“Uh- Xav-”

He moves, kneeling before you.

“Xavier- wait, no,” you quickly try to pull him up. “It's not like that,”

Clarity seeps into his eyes, and his expression shifts from expectant curiosity to something that's darker, sharper and in control.

He stands, cupping your chin. "I see. Kneel for me."

The effect is instant. Your breath hitches and you obey almost instinctively, cheeks hot as you gaze up at him with wide eyes. He looks down at you, face angled like he's assessing captured prey.

“Xavi?” You ask quietly. His thumb swipes against your bottom lip. "Xavier-!"

He laughs, almost mocking, and your heart flutters helplessly against your ribs.

God, he's being so unfair.

“This is… quite thrilling,” he admits, thoughtfully. And as quickly as it began, it ends with him pulling you onto the couch.

"Guess I’ll have to read more," he murmurs, kissing you slowly. "Learn all your fantasies."

His fingers tangle in your hair. "I can be your prince."

_____

CALEB

You lounge on the couch with your head resting on the armrest, your phone displaying an endless feed of comic panels.

On the screen, the princess tugs her butler close, his control snapping under her touch as he pushes her onto the bed.

“Damn,” you breathe as you read the scene again.

Caleb’s grip tightens on the armrest of the couch as he reads over your shoulder.

"Pips," he drawls. Your gaze snaps up.

Wasn't he dealing with Fleet messages just a second ago?

"You like making someone lose control like that?" He teases, leaning down over to you.

You push him away half-heartedly as you sit up with a huff, adjusting your position to lean against the backrest with your arms crossed. “Hey, you can't deny it's pretty hot-”

His purple eyes burn, and he mirrors your crossed arms.

“I meant it's hot when the butler loses control because he's normally so disciplined, uptight and careful- and-” you trail off when you see Caleb raise an eyebrow at your passionate description.

Before you can react, he steps closer and leans in with a hand on the backrest, his other hand trailing up your arm and cupping your jaw.

“Cat got your tongue, huh?”

“Don't tease!”

He chuckles, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap. "Then let me serve you properly, my princess."

His kiss is searing, his hands gripping your waist. "And it seems like you could do with some lessons in discipline."

Notes: Lmk which LI's one yall liked bc i think i went feral for Xavier’s oops and i think Zayne's one was sweeter than i expected im too soft for him :') ANYHOW THANKS FOR READING <33 Comments and reblogs very much appreciated <3 ((+EDITS made sorry for the typos im so mortified) (Also working on 1 request atm) ✨️

[snowfall-jess]

Whether it be an angst fic or real life, I do genuinely suffer with feeling undesirable/the second option so here is my comfort character saying otherwise. Incredibly self indulgent, but I hope you enjoy <3

Like usual, not at all beta read lmao. I should get a beta reader…

Kinda Sylus POV??? Idk, I started writing and this happened.

Implied non!mc x sylus btw aaaa

Word count: 957

꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.

Soft!Sylus comforting you when you feel undesirable.

It was subtle, it always was when it came to you. Sylus knew your body language - it came with time and experience. At the beginning, he struggled to read your cues. As you two spent more time together, it became easier. Easy enough to the point it was as if he could read your face and body language perfectly and plan at least three steps ahead.

But today felt different.

You were softer than usual. Granted, at times you would be soft and it would be due to you yearning for a gentle moment or simply just waking up in a daze. However, your hold on Sylus when you woke up lingered in a way that he hadn't felt before.

With a raised brow, Sylus pulled you closer. His arms wrapped around your waist and face buried into your neck as a low groan left his lips. Even dazed from sleep he knew something was wrong.

“What is on your mind, kitten?” He murmured, pressing gentle kisses to your neck as his thumb rubbed gentle circles on your hips.

He heard your hesitation, the way your body tense up at his gentle inquiry. He didn't like pushing for answers with you. He preferred when you told him candidly what you needed from him. But he also knew that sometimes you needed time to process before speaking, and so, he waited for a response from you.

“Kitten?” He asked, shifting to pin you under him after your prolonged silence. As he wrapped his arms around you and linked his fingers together above your head, his weight settled on your body.

He wasn't going to let you get away with no answers. And he knew that with your silence, there was a storm brewing. With a soft sigh, he gently tapped your forehead.

“What's on your mind, sweeite?” He asked again, his brow raising. His voice was still gentle, but with a little pointed edge to his tone.

“... Why did you choose me, Sy?” You asked, voice soft and trembling, as if you were on the edge of tears. “I'm not… I'm not anything special. Or powerful. Or…” You trailed off, voice breaking and tears filling your eyes.

“I'm not… I dont…” You whimpered, soft sniffles filling the air as Sylus immediately jumped to gently brush away your tears.

“Oh, kitten,” Sylus’ voice cooed. “Kitten, sweetie, my dove, you're everything to me.” He said, his voice soft and full of adoration and love as he peppered your face with gentle kisses.

“Dearest, I chose you because you're you.” He said, his lips pressing against the crown of your head. He knew his answer wasn't entirely satisfactory when he saw that adorable pout on your lips and the glint of disbelief in your eyes.

With a chuckle, he nuzzled his nose against yours. A warm smile on his lips as his larger hands gently caressed your body that was trapped under his.

“I love you,” He breathlessly said, his red eyes sparkling with a warmth solely reserved for you. His silver hair tussled by sleep as he breathed in your scent. “I love you, sweetie.” He repated.

“Love doesn't always need a reason to exist.” Sylus chuckled, his nose gently trailing down along your neck. He sighed, a smile curling on his lips as you tilted your head in a wordless action of trust.

“Sometimes, love just catches people by surprise.” He said, pressing a kiss to your pulse. “I love you for your smile,” he chuckled, pressing a quick peck to your lips that left you whining and him with a grin.

“I love you for your creative wit and cheeky attitude." He continued, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “Your lovely voice,” he chuckled, shifting down to kiss your throat.

“Your hands that hold me like I am something precious.” He whispered, taking one of your hands to press a kiss to your palm. His red eyes on yours the entire time as his ruby eyes shined. “And so much more.” He breathlessly said.

“Everyday, I find a new reason to love you,” Sylus whispered, his hand moving to caress your cheek. “Each night in the N109 Zone, I know how lucky I am to have you in my arms.” He couldn't help but feel his heart warm as he watched you.

“I may not have a great or spectacular reason to love you, my dove,” Sylus softly chuckled. “But you should know that I adore you. There is no love purer than mine.” He said, leaning in with his thumb gently pressing on your bottom lip.

“And every single day, every moment you are with me. I crave you, want you, and desire you by my side.” He whispered, his eyes half lidded and flickering to your lips. “As my equal, as my partner. As someone I want to spend the rest of my life with.” He said, moving closer and closer, his voice trailing off as his lips brushed against yours.

“And I know, for as long as my heart beats, that I will only want you.” He quietly said against your lips before capturing yours in a deep yet slow kiss. Sylus kept the pace slow, yet his passion for you was easily felt with the way he moved.

His hands gripped you, gentle yet reminding you of his presence. Of the way that he chose you, desired you, and wanted you by his side more than anything. Even as he pulled away, he lingered. Not moving far as he smiled and looked into your eyes.

“Now,” He softly said, kissing the tip of your nose with a soft chuckle. His smile turning back into his playful and signature smirk.

“Shall we start the day?”

[cosycafune]

SINFUL DEVOTION

0.9k words. you're a deity, something sylus can't have. yet, here the two of you are -- recklessly fucking each other. an impossible power dynamic crackles between you two, but the forbidden sexual deeds make sylus' devotion tragically sweeter. he's the closest he can ever be, but it's almost not enough. you're to be rightfully worshipped, not coddled. 1/??? masterlist.

acts: unprotected sex, mating press, breeding kink, degration, rough sex, praising, creampies, devotion, forbidden love, begging, worshipping, hickeys and more.

a/n: this is supposed to be short bc it's a prologue. I'm actually so obsessed with him, that it hurts.

A deity, the embodiment of the unfathomable, that’s what you are. However, that status is disregarded now – tainted by a devoted Sylus. The strings of fate, intimacy and your sinful hearts swell and suffocate you two. Even though you both carry the gift of destruction, pain, control and leadership, this moment opposed everything you both stood for.

Nonetheless, you and Sylus carry a sexual franticness, insatiable lust and an unestablished base for you both. Desperation, humiliation and longing clings to the two of you. This intimate moment, where you’re folded into a degrading mating press, begging Sylus to pound you harder, dissolved your unreachable status.

Men like Sylus were ones you avoided, but he had sweetened and buttered you enough for you to have him so deeply within your guts – filling you up with his fruitful seed. Over and over and over again, you allowed yourself to be subjected to Sylus’ sexual reign – crying out his name. Worship seeped from your lips consistently, fuelling Sylus’ high ego drastically. 

Even though you sang his name, sex-drunk, he always devoted himself to you – whenever you were both sexually sober.

Currently, your lewd cries are captured by his ears as he glances down at you – grinning mercilessly while he pounds into you. Sylus held no sexual mercy for you, pouring his feelings, his heart, his thoughts and his genuine nature into each thrust. Deep down, you knew this forbidden form of art was his way of self-expression – due to you attempting to resist him. Through your swollen cunt, your cries of pleasure, your troubled breaths and orgasms, you let Sylus almost express his thoughts.

“Sy’, more!” Weeping, painfully overstimulated, you beg for more – overwhelmed by his harshly snapping hips.

“Aren’t… you greedy?” Hazily questioning you, lust-coated, Sylus lazily grins at the power imbalance between you two – relishing your celestial features scrunching.

“P-Please…breed me,” Humiliating yourself, begging Sylus, you gift him desperate, teary eyes – your eyes rolling back at his thick cock kissing your cervix.

“I’ll..destroy myself…just for you, “ Sylus declares through a deep thrust, feeling you tighten around him – fuelling the forbidden fruits that adorn you both.

“Ngh! ‘Gonna cum! ‘Too much!” A trembling mess, you lewdly bellow – vigorously shaking as Sylus sets an inhumane pace. 

Content, he burrows his deepest within you – unwilling to free you from his intoxicating physique. A physique that swells your every thought with his gigantic dick, his crimson eyes, his ivory hair and the yearning that marks him. The end of your world is seconds from drawing near, but Sylus’ presence smearing you is all you could think about – choppily breathing.

“Handle…it!” Gruffing commanding you, moaning, Sylus batters you with his pace – satisfied at you attempting to push some of his ample cock out of you.

“Can’t…hold,” Mentally blanking, your body strangled with warmth, a moan tears out of your throat – leading to you intensely finishing.

Right now, the only thing that mattered to you was Sylus, his cock and the longevity of his pounding. 

“S-Same,” Pricelessly trying to hold out for you, Sylus lowly responds to you – slamming his cock so deeply within you. 

Mellowly, his large balls would pulverise your bubble butt – drawing more attention to your soppy cunt, your mewling and his whimpering and grunting. Yet, this notion encouraged Sylus more – throwing almost everything he had on the line for the addictive taste of you. Sure, the two of you are fucking in one of his bases – surrounded by many dangerous clients that want you. However, he can’t bring himself to care right now – cock-bounding you so deeply. 

Sylus divulged as if you were to crumble beneath him, leaving him with fleeting winds.

Yelping, you jolt at Sylus’ cock hardening into you. Sylus is an absolute mess, panting whilst his furrowed brows knit closer. Longing for more, he drives his cock impossibly in you – watching you mischievously. Not once did he break eye contact, continuing his mean mating press – enjoying the warmth of your fluttering cunt. An hour had skimmed by, but you both refused to care.

“D-Don’t…want to lose you,” Wavering, Sylus mutters – thrusting deeply before he finishes within you. 

Devoted to you, Sylus can't help but grow lonesome – noticing the pitiful truth that lingers: you’re mentally unable to be his. Even as he plugs you with his baby batter, you’re still something greater than he ever is – surpassing him indefinitely.

Someone who’s destined to reconstruct and rule the world. However, Sylus wanted to hold more than sinful devotion.

Love. He wanted you to admit your heart, but you hid behind your painful status.

Collapsing mentally against you, Sylus swiftly pulls out of you – smitten at the sight of your swollen cunt plump and spilling with his thick seed. Naturally, this was your most vulnerable state – but you allowed Sylus to admire it. After all, the two of you have only this moment to express yourselves – before the chaotic night comes to an end.

“Sylus, we…can’t be here for long?” Regally speaking, slightly exhausted, you feel Sylus crumble into your arms – longing to be held.

“‘Can’t we…stay like this a little longer?” Desperate to be held and cared for by you, Sylus slyly begs you – his whiny question swaying you.

“Just a bit, but the deal at the masquerade ball isn’t going to make itself,” You speak, running your fingers through Sylus’ ivory locks – wanting to coddle him all night.

Knowing this is forbidden, you conceal your care behind your exhaustion – desperate to confess to Sylus. However, you’re unable to confess your heart – aware it’ll lead to your status as a powerful deity being your demise.

“If you insist, sweetie,” Vulnerable, a sinner within your arms, Sylus snuggles into your breasts – airily speaking.

Sinful devotion, but at what cost?

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[numinousher]

TOUCH ── sylus.

summary: touches with whispered promises

note: thank you again for helping me @an-ever-angry-bi

“I’m mad at you.”

Words have never scared Sylus more than those words uttered by the love of his life that has his heart in her hand.

His face maintained stoic, not wanting her to hear the way his heart skipped at the words and the way his head immediately recounted his whole entire day to try to determine what he did or said wrong.

“For what, sweetie?” He softly asked, leaning back on the chair of his office. His eyes ran over your figure, admiring your pretty pouty face and the way your brows were furrowed so cutely while you wore a necklace he bought you for your anniversary. He patted his lap. “Come here and tell me.”

You walked to him with a small huff and plopped on his lap.

“I'm a very independent woman,” you said in a very serious tone.

“I know, sweetheart, and I love that for you.”

“I can fight.”

“Nothing turns me on more than you defending yourself,” Sylus continues to comment in a low tone, his fingers softly running up and down your arm while he doesn't stray away from your side profile.

“I can shoot someone.”

“I told you I can get a gun engraved with our names on them, sweetie,” he says, his lips softly brushing your neck, placing small kisses.

“And I can be by myself.”

“Sadly.”

“So, why the hell do I yearn for your single presence and touch when I haven’t seen you in hours?” You groaned out, subconsciously craning your neck as he grabs your waist. “Not even that, I get upset when you don’t respond for two hours. Two!”

He darkly chuckles. “It seems this kitty who loves baring her fangs loves being coddled, hmm?” His nose brushes against the pulse of your neck, softly inhaling your scent. “You want me to text you more often?”

“Please?”

“Whatever you want,” he muttered on your neck. “I hope you know, though, the way you’re so�� independent, so badass that you can handle yourself, so headstrong…” his lips moved close to the shell of your ear as his words turned whispered. “The things you do to me.”

“You really like that about me?”

“If you were to stab me, I would stab myself deeper into the blade to meet your fingertips holding the handle,” he whispered as if he was sharing a secret, his glistening ruby colored eyes meeting yours. “My body yearns for your touch that I wouldn’t care about dying at your hands. I’ll die happy just getting to brush against your skin.”

You let out a shuddered breath as his lips hovered over yours. He nudged his nose against your own, glancing at your lips.

“You’re crazy…” you commented with no malice at all.

He smiled a little. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“How so?” He continued to speak in a low tone. “Because I would let you kill me? Because I would get on my knees to worship you like you deserve to? Call me crazy all you want, sweetie, I just want you in ways you don’t know.”

He presses his lips against yours, savoring your taste with a soft moan, relishing in the way your body felt underneath his fingertips.

He backed away and looked into your eyes again with dilated pupils.

“Anything happens to you,” he started, his hand placing itself on your cheek so the pad of his thumb could rub itself over your bottom lip, “I will set this stupid world on fire, you hear me?” You slowly nod. “Ask me for whatever, ask me for anything you want, I will gladly do anything because if I can set this world on fire for you, I will do anything you want before you could breathe. You want me to text you more? Done. Want to go on more dates? I will personally buy every restaurant with your favorite food so you could enjoy it without disturbance. That’s fine with you?”

“Yes… thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. Ask me for the moon, stars, anything, it’s yours,” he tilted his head to the side with a small smile you couldn’t help but smile, too. “It’s called the bare minimum, sweetie.”

“Sy, that is not—” he cuts you off with a chuckle, his fingers moving from your bottom lip to your neck.

“Bare minimum. Never thank me for being the boyfriend you deserve,” he softly spoke, pressing soft kisses on your lips. He savored each one. “Now come on. Let’s go on a trip.”

“It’s 10 at night?” You questioned, almost perplexed

“You should be getting used to unexpected trips, sweetie,” he chuckled, helping you get up. He got up next, hovering over your figure. He rubbed your cheekbone softly. “Can’t have people thinking I can’t treat my girl right, hmm?”

“God, I’m in love with you.”

“And I’m in love with you,” he kisses you once again. “Come on. The jet should be ready. Don’t worry about clothes. I’ll buy you anything you want once we get there.”

“Ugh, you’re so hot.”

“Mmm, compliment me more, sweetie, we might do some things in the jet.”

[its-tuff-out-here]

Pairing : Sylus x fem!reader

After hours of convincing, Sylus finally persuaded you into staying for a few days in Onychinus. But of course, his luck is forever terrible. Only a few hours into spending time with you, he was forced into doing some paperwork.

One of his accomplices died and now he has to find a new dealer for his weaponry. Of course, if he really wanted to, he can just go and steal the weapons himself. The twins might even be excited by the idea of a heist, but that's too troublesome. He has enough enemies, he doesn't need more as of right now.

As he looks through the list of businesses in the N109 zone, he suddenly hears a small gasp. Quickly, he looks up to find you on his couch that he brought into his office just for you.

You're reading some random book. It doesn't have a cover, so he can't make out what it is. Your brows are furrowed and you look at the letters on the book as if personally offended by it.

Not wanting to disturb your obvious focus, he goes back to his own inked papers. But of course he can never last long without looking back up at you. Especially not with how you suddenly slam the book closed.

He once again looks up and sees you sitting on the couch with the book on the opposite end of the couch.

Finally, he speaks up. "Something troubling you, kitten?" He asks, a hint of a smirk perched on his lips as he tilts his head.

You finally look up, your glare immediately gone as you look at him in surprise. As if you forgot he was even there.

"Oh! I'm sorry, did I disrupt your work?" You ask, worried since the twins made his paperwork sound really important.

His amusement grows, as does his smirk. "No, I just needed to rest my eyes for a moment." He lies smoothly. "Now, back to my question..."

Your brows furrow in confusion before quickly perking up as you remember what he asked. "No, I'm okay. Why?"

"You looked like the book committed heinous crimes towards you. You were glaring at it so hard, i was almost worried you'd light it on fire with your eyes alone." He teases as he leans back against his chair.

You huff and slouch against the backrest of the couch. "The book is being mean, Sy." You accuse.

The man grins at your annoyance. Always amused when you're upset at something trivial that doesn't include him.

"Yeah? Why's that?" He asks.

Sylus pushes his chair back a bit and pats his lap. Silent order to come and sit.

Never passing up the opportunity to be pressed up against him, you get up and casually scurry onto his lap where he pulls you close and wraps an arm around your waist lazily.

"Okay, so-" you take in a deep breath as you prepare yourself to rant, "there's this character in the book. I already forgot his name, but it's irrelevant because he SUCKS! I choose not to remember the names of assholes-"

Sylus cuts you off, "You constantly call me an asshole." He points out.

"Yes, but you're an attractive asshole who treats me well. So you get special treatment." You explain. "Now stop interrupting me."

He raises a hand in mock surrender and lets you continue.

"Anyways, he was a bad guy. His wife risked her life and died for his daughter. And because of that, he began neglecting and abusing the daughter! And then he even sold her off! Who does that to their kid!? Your wife laid her life down for your daughter, just for you to abuse and get rid of her?! First of all, shit dad. Second of all, shit husband! You just basically let your wife die in vain!" You shout, your voice increasing in volume slowly as you get more annoyed by the old man.

Sylus hums in acknowledgment as you speak, letting you know he's listening. Gently stroking your thigh in a calming manner.

"And that's not even the part that got me mad." You inform him.

"No?" He can't help but ask in amusement.

"No." You confirm.

"At the end, they ended up killing him. Which is great of course. But his death was so quick and anticlimactic!" You exclaim. "For the record, I didn't even inform you of the specifics of all of his monstrosities. But just know, it warranted much more than a fricking neck snap! They should've imprisoned him and prolonged his death!"

Sylus' brow raises in surprised mirth. "That doesn't sound very noble hunter of you, sweetie." He teases.

You wave off his comment. " Being a hunter means protecting the people and serving justice! And in this case, justice was not served properly!" You say righteously as you throw an arm up dramatically.

"Alright, alright." He chuckles as he gently grabs your raised hand and brings it down to your lap as he strokes your knuckles with his thumb. "How about we both take a break, hmm? You need to rest your eyes after reading for so long."

You immediately shake your head. "No, thank you. I'm almost done with the book. I need to finish it or else I'll get too distracted by something else and never pick the book up again."

"How many pages do you have left?' He asks, knowing you always check the amount of pages a book has before reading.

You avoid eye contact. " Around 100..."

Before he can even react to your words, you immediately begin your argument. "But that's not even that much, honey! I'm considered to be a fast reader! Or at least I personally think so. So I can finish this before the time of day becomes to late!"

Sylus gives you a pointed look. "When did you start reading?"

"12 PM."

"What time is it currently?"

You glance down at his watch. "6:23 PM."

"When did you last eat? Much less drank water?"

You slowly look away, avoiding eye contact.

He pinches your chin gently and turns your head to face him. "Well?"

You huff. "10 AM."

He sighs, not at all surprised. He merely gets up, carrying you with one arm, as he walks out of his office.

And of course, straight to the kitchen.

[applecaviar]

How would the LADS men react if you faked an orgasm.

TW:SMUT

Sylusxreader zaynexreader

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SYLUS

You were so so tired from work you couldn't help it and you thought he wouldn't notice.

 "I may be many things, kitten, but I'm not blind to your little...tricks." His fingers tighten on your waist, a reminder of his grip on you. "You needn't trouble yourself with such obvious displays. I can see right through them and I must say, your acting skills leave much to be desired."

"You'll have to do better than that if you want to get one over on me."

He leans in, his breath warm against your ear as he speaks, "But I must admit, your little performance was... entertaining." His hand slides up the curve of your side "Keep this up, and you might just make things interesting, Sweetie." His tone is light, almost playful, but there's an undercurrent of something more, a promise and a warning rolled into one. "Just don't expect me to make it too easy for you.

He continues his relentless teasing, bringing you to the precipice of ecstasy only to cruelly pull back, leaving you hovering on the razor's edge of rapture. The night stretches on, an eternity of pleasure and pain as Sylus takes you to the brink again and again, his own desire growing with each of your denied climaxes.

Finally, as the first light of dawn begins to peek through the windows, Sylus leans in close, his eyes blazing with a feral, triumphant light. "Beg for it, kitten," he commands, "Beg for your release, and maybe, just maybe, I'll give you what you need." His fingers hover at the entrance a hairsbreadth away from the plunge that would grant you the sweet oblivion you so desperately crave.

"Sy...pleasee!"

"Please what, my sweet kitten? Tell me what you need. I want to hear you say it."

His other hand fists in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your throat. His lips descend, teeth grazing the delicate skin of your jugular before he sucks a dark mark into your flesh, "Beg for your release, and I'll give you the pleasure you've been denied all night long." 

Sylus' eyes flash with a triumphant light as your desperate plea reaches his ears, your breathy "I beg you, Sylus" like the sweetest music to his ego. "Good girl," he praises "Such a good, obedient little kitten you are."

With a sudden, sharp thrust of his hips, Sylus sheaths himself fully inside you, burying his thick, hard length to the hilt "Fuck..." he grits out between clenched teeth, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment  "So fucking tight, so perfect..."

As your climax finally bursts upon you, Sylus feels you clamp down around him, your inner muscles rippling and milking his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through you. "Next time you think about trying to trick me," he murmurs, his voice a sinful temptation, "Remember this moment. Remember how easily I saw through you, and how breathtaking the consequences were."

He doesn't give you a moment to adjust, instead setting a hard, deep rhythm that has the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust. "You take me so well"  his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips as he holds you in place, a willing victim to his lust. "You take every inch like you were made for it."

His other hand comes up to wrap around your throat, his grip firm but not painful "Sing for me, sweetie"

ZAYNE

You were supposed to make yourself cum on his desk, he was right in front of you and you were so nervous someone would catch you and decided to fake it.

Zayne leanes back in his chair, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow skeptically. "Really, y/n? Faking it now, are we?. My medical expertise extends far beyond simply diagnosing physical ailments."

You feel him hook his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly peel them down your thighs, revealing your glistening folds "Now, let's see that look of rapture on your face as I eat your sweet little cunt," he growls before diving in.

"I know exactly how you look when you cum. The way your lips part slightly, your soft gasps as your body trembles with ecstasy, the flush that spreads across your skin, painting your chest and neck and the way your eyes flutter shut. He says looking up at you.

As Zayne continues his assault on your clit, alternating between long slow licks and teasing bites, he pauses momentarily to glance up at you.

"How many times do you plan on lying to me like this again?" He whispers before giving your clit a particularly hard suck, his lips sealing around the throbbing bud as he sucks it into his mouth, his tongue flicking mercilessly back and forth.

He can feel your thighs trembling on either side of his head, your fingers tangling in his black hair as you hold him in place, silently begging for more. He can feel your body twitching, desperate for release, but he needs an answer from you.

With a sharp slap to your pussy, the sound echoing obscenely in the room, Zayne growls, "Use your words, y/n. I can't give you what you need until you answer me".

"I won't do it again, I..I promise!"

He could see the desperation in your eyes, your chest heaving with each breath, and it only spurs him on.

The sound of his fingers pumping in and out of your soaked pussy fills the room, mingling with the lewd slurps and suckles of his mouth.

Without a word, he dives back between your thighs, his tongue flat against your clit. At the same time, he slides two long, thick fingers inside you, pumping them in and out at a steady pace. He curls them just right, rubbing the spot that always makes you toes curl, determined to push you closer and closer to the edge.

He looks up at you, taking in every twitch, every shudder, every expression that crosses your face. And as he feels your body start to tense, your thighs beginning to quake, he knows you are close. So close to giving him what he wants, what you both need.

He sucks hard on your clit, his fingers pumping faster, driving you closer and closer to that precipice of ecstasy and with a final, sharp thrust of his finger and a particularly intense suck, Zayne sends you falling over the edge.

 "That's it. Cum for me. Let go, my love"

Your scream echoes off the walls as your orgasm crashes over you. Zayne can feel your arousal gushing out around his fingers, coating his hand, his wrist, his face as he works you through each intense wave of pleasure.

He doesnt let up, even as you tremble and shudder through the aftershocks, he licks every drop of your release, prolonging your pleasure for as long as possible, he wants to wring every last second of bliss from you, to brand the feel of you coming undone on his mouth, on his fingers, into his memory for all eternity.

Then he glances down at the desk , taking in the mess you made in his usually clean workspace. Papers scattered, pens and pencils knocked to the floor and a puddle of your arousal pooled on the polished wood, dripping down to splatter on the carpet below.

Zayne's eyes remain locked on you as he finally pulls back, he looks up at you taking in the sight of your flushed face and trembling body as you come down from your high.

"I can't say I mind the mess, not when it means I've given you the release you so desperately needed. Not when it means I've had the immense pleasure of watching you come apart in my office. But I'm far from done with you. I'm going to make you cum again and again until you learn your lesson"

Zayne punctuates his words with a slow, sensual lick along the seam of your lip, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

[comatosebunny09]

nuisance | sylus

summary: sylus doesn't get drunk...does he? warning(s): mentions of alcohol, pet names, cunnilingus, somno, language, oocness, blue balls of the female kind music inspo: i wanna know - joe notes: @muvaginger i'm sorry.

Sleep won’t find you tonight.

So you’re not at all upset when you’re shaken out of bed by the ruckus in the hallway. And as you pad closer to the front door, you hear what reminds you of a hit dog hollering.

Or someone trying to sing.

The beginnings of a migraine throb in your temples. You throw your door open, and isn’t he just a sight for sore eyes?

There’s a familiar shock of white hair. Drooping, sunset eyes fixed on you, and he’s singing his heart out—or so he thinks.

“I want to know what turns you on,” Sylus croons, a hand on his chest and a finger pointed at you. “So I can be all that and mooore.”

You sigh at his impromptu dance routine. It’s cute. Really, it is. But he sounds like a metal pipe being dragged across the sidewalk. Regardless, you don’t discourage him. Just cross your arms with a quiet smile, leaning against your doorframe to take in the show.

His voice crescendos after the second ‘I’d like to know,’ and you wince, waving your hands frantically to get your boyfriend to keep it down. The last time he pulled a stunt like this, you received a discrepancy letter for the noise from the front office. One more incident, and you’re sure you’ll wake up to an eviction notice.

A sweat-drop beading on your temple, you grab Sylus’s arm and snatch him inside, all the while hissing for him to shut the hell up. He laughs like the inebriated, lovesick idiot he is, and you lock the door behind him.

“Hey, sugar,” Sylus slurs, propped up against your entrance. He tugs on your wrists, luring you in for a sloppy kiss just shy of your lips.

The door thumps when you shove him back against it. Wanna run your fingers through his tousled hair, stroke his reddened cheeks, and unfasten the last few buttons of his shirt. Instead, you raise a curious brow, hands on hips, foot tapping.

“Sugar?” Of all the pet names, you’ve never heard that one come out of his mouth. Either he’s spent some time down south, or someone’s replaced your Sylus with a doppelganger. “Oh, you’re drunk drunk.”

No, you didn’t stutter.

“Honey,” he drawls, all silk and satin. There he goes again, talking like your mama. He folds his arms over his chest, mirroring your haughtiness. “I don’t get drunk.”

On cue, his knees buckle, and the oaky scent of whisky on his breath fills your nostrils. He nearly crumbles to the ground, catching himself at the last moment. Your hands perch on his hips, helping steady him.

“Drunk. You’re drunk, Sy,” you chastise, your voice strained, and brows knit with the effort of helping his heavy ass stumble to your couch.

He falls unceremoniously onto the cushions, wearing a stupid, smug grin. You’re breathing hard and trying to quell your heart when he makes grabby hands at you. And, of course, you fall for them, snatched down to his level until his breath fans over your lashes. And you’re slowly wondering who, exactly, is drunk at this moment.

Sylus studies your hands propped on his quads for leverage before peering into your eyes, straight into your damn soul.

“Bet this drunken fool could still make you feel good.” His voice bleeds sex as he runs a languid knuckle down your neck towards the divot between your clavicles, driving his point home.

You shiver. Won’t deny how your stomach hiccups from the thought of it. From the prospect of his voice all muffled between your legs, and the lewd sounds of him eating you out staining the air.

You swallow down your fantasy, hauling yourself back to reality. Swat his hand away, fixing your nightgown.  

“Sylus, baby, need I remind you you’re drunk off your ass? I don’t get down like that.”

He leans back in an easygoing slouch. Gives you a look that borders predatory, blinking slowly with furled lashes like the cat who caught the canary. You feel the low gravel of his voice pooling between your legs, and you hate yourself for growing all hot like this.

“What,” he purrs, tone coy as he disrobes you with his eyes. “We’re two perfectly consenting adults, right? Nothing wrong with having a little fun.”

You heave a sigh. Reluctantly back away from him, ignoring how the frown on his lips makes your chest pinch. You tear through the thick haze of desire that inhabits the air to pinch your nose.

“We can be two perfectly consenting adults in the morning when you’ve slept this shit off, Sy.”

Tonight is one of those rare nights you’ve seen him visibly pout.

“Boring,” your boyfriend whines, hugging one of your decorative pillows to his chest, and collapsing onto his side amongst your couch cushions in the fetal position. You contemplate fighting him for not taking his shoes off.

Instead, you roll your eyes, fishing a throw blanket from your lift-top coffee table. Toss it over his curled-up body, and he kicks it down to his feet like a haughty child.

You bend down to kiss his forehead, to which he flinches away like he’s been burned by cinders. Can’t act like that didn’t hurt a bit, but—

“You’ll love me again in the morning,” you say over your shoulder on your way to your room. Shut the door behind you, slipping beneath your sheets.

You feel a pang of regret for leaving him out there by himself. Despite your body thrumming and your head spinning, you did the right thing. You’d kick yourself if you took advantage of him like that, whether he thought he wanted it or not.

On your back, you scrutinize the textured ceiling through the dusk of your bedroom. He probably won’t even remember this, you muse, turning onto your side to watch the door.

You’ve never moved quicker when a sudden spark hits you, and you comically wrestle out of the sheets to dart towards your bedroom door.

It clicks soundly when you lock it, and you’re unsure if it’s Sylus you don’t trust or yourself.

—

Of course, why the hell did you expect a locked door to stop him?

A gasp is torn from betwixt your lips, sticky in the haze of your room as dawn breaks over the horizon. Your back arches involuntarily, and you scramble for purchase of your sheets, mouth curved around a whimper.

There’s a hot pressure between your legs. Flat, textured, and wet, easing up the span of your pussy, pushing your lips apart in search of the pulsating treasure between.

You bite back a sound, drawing the sheets back to meet a set of carmine eyes glowing in the dimness. You thread your fingers in his hair, unconsciously pulling him closer, and he chuckles huskily, nuzzling against the fat of your inner thigh.

“Mmmm, told you I could make you feel good.”

Your lips work around a response, but he swoops in between your thighs again to lick you good, silencing any objections, and making your body convulse.

TBC on AO3.

international | masterlist | off the grid

[nightplvmes]

*.⊹˚ SYLUS | making out (nsfw)

◜Sylus gives up and decides to give his girlfriend some attention.PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE TW: slightly explicit content, +18. minors DNI ── ◜sylus x fem!reader — mini one shot 0.7k words an : I have never, ever, EVER written anything explicit or NSFW. I've been writing for over 10 years but I've never felt it necessary in my fanfics. I've wanted to start making an exception and writing little things, so this is my first time writing something (a little) NSFW. I'm sorry if it's not the best. Another author's note here. ★ masterlist here

Sylus had his gaze fixed on the papers on his desk but his mind was elsewhere. More specifically on the girl on his lap and the way she was sucking on the skin of his neck.

He had work and important things to do, but his girlfriend was needy and he didn't say no when she asked to sit on his lap. The small kisses quickly turned into something more, soon she changed her position so she was straddling him, his shirt slightly open as she began to mark his skin. Oh god, how he loved letting her mark his skin.

"A naughty kitten." Sylus squeezed her hips and made her pull away from him. When he saw his girlfriend's swollen lips and slightly disheveled hair something twisted inside him. "I can't concentrate if you keep this up."

She gasped, lifting her face and trying her best not to moan. She felt somewhat embarrassed about the way she was behaving but Sylus had shown her that he was a safe place for her.

"Can you take a few minutes?" She looked at him with those eyes that always begged him to make an exception for her. And Sylus was weak, too weak.

"Fine." Sylus gave in, leaning towards her. Before she could respond he captured her lips in an intense kiss.

Kisses with Sylus were always different, sometimes it was intense and almost desperate but without being so rough. Other times it was soft and slow, just enjoying her lips. This time it was the complete opposite of the last thing, his lips sought hers as if he were totally in need.

One of his hands slid to the back of her neck, holding her still to prevent her from moving away from his lips. His tongue explored her mouth with such urgency that it made the heat rise in her body. Suddenly she needed more... she needed much more.

Sylus moved away just a few inches and took a breath for a few seconds before taking her lips again, making her gasp again. Her hips moved softly, needing more... Then she felt Sylus's hardness press against her wetness barely covered by the thin fabric of her panties.

A moan escaped her lips as she felt him press against her. She moved his hips causing a slight friction against her sensitive clit. A growl rumbled in Sylus' chest as he noticed what she was doing, which did nothing to help control the heat he felt in his body. He took her hips and guided her movements slowly, but it wasn't what she wanted, she needed more.

"Sylus..." She threw her head back and Sylus' lips were quick to press against her neck. He kissed and bit her warm skin as he enjoyed the way she rubbed against him.

When he finally pulled away from her neck he noticed the way her lips were parted, letting out soft gasps. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath and the image of his girlfriend in that way and in his lap was too much. He took her lips again in a desperate way, the movements of his hips stopped and suddenly he missed the way she pressed against him.

She moaned as he bit her lower lip. Her hips thrust down almost unconsciously, searching for something to rub against, but Sylus stopped her by squeezing her hips.

"Not yet."

"Sy..." She moaned in frustration, letting her head fall to his chest as her breathing was labored. Her body felt too hot and she needed more.

"I need to get back to work." He placed a kiss on her forehead, letting his girlfriend catch her breath.

She nodded giving in. She didn't want to push him, nor did she want to be that kind of girlfriend who interrupted his work. "I'll go to the bedroom," she murmured, pressing her lips against his.

She finally pulled away from him so she could leave his office. Sylus quickly felt the emptiness and missed the warmth of his girlfriend against him. He went back to his work, trying to continue with what he was doing, telling himself it was too important. But he couldn't get his needy girlfriend on his lap out of his mind.

He gave up after two minutes, he wasn't going to be able to concentrate no matter what he did. He dropped the pen, pushed his chair back and walked away from his desk. His steps were quick and hurried as he walked out of his office towards the room he shared with her. He didn't plan on leaving her wanting more and he certainly didn't plan to stay like that either.

[aly4khq]

#NIGHTLY RENDEZVOUS!

• characters: sylus qin

• summary: nightly rendezvous after the scenes !

• warnings: p in v, making out, filthy, hair pulling, praise, body worship, hīckeys,

• word count: 1.1K

Sylus always had self control, as a leader and a man who had to be on high alert for his whole profession. He could control his emotions and actions if he wanted.

But it was physically and mental impossible once it came to you, dressed in a tight fitting dress with just barely grazed your backside. That teasing perfume of yours which played wihh th his brain. Your bouncy coils of hair which made you glow brighter in the sun. Your soft, smooth skin.

"You always had that right," Sylus gently exclaimed, his hand holding yours with soft care as his lips kissed the supple flesh of the back of your hand. His body hovering over yours, his scent of rich cologne intoxicating. You had returned to your bedroom, both you and Sylus latching onto each other like there was no tomorrow.

His face rubbed into your hand, the entire night was filled with lust and love. Sylus interlocked your hands with his before flipping you both over so he was sat underneath you, your body straddling his hips whilst dressed in your gorgeous tight dress. "Which means...you can be even greedier."

"May I?" You spoke with a seductive tone as he let out a shaky breath. He undressed you with his crimson eyes, taking in your curves with a sharp gaze. A deep breath escaping his mouth before he held onto your cheeks with desperation, pulling you closer. His lips grazing yours. "You may."

With a consensual nod, you lowered your head, both of yours lips caught in a deep kiss as you moaned into his mouth. His tongue dancing in your mouth as he held your head tighter and closer, making out with you with determination. He had a mission and he was gonna do it.

His eyes were closed, his ears and cheeks red in colour as he groaned into the kiss you were hypnotised in. His body not pulled away until you did, taking deep breaths whilst he flipped you both again, his hands trailing up your body. You laid on your stomach, the dress now up against your lower back, exposing your backside and bare pussy.

He separated your legs with his body, his hand interlocking with yours as he placed his other hand beside your head to stabilise himself. "...Gosh you drive my crazy..." Sylus latched his lips onto your neck, sucking and licking the skin like a starved man. You moaned, moving your hips up to grind agaisnt the hardness in his cock. "...Sylus..."

He gasped before grinding onto you, his body reaching to the feeling of your body in many ways that one. "...You're so beautiful...so gorgeous....Are you sure you wanna to do this?" Sylus asks once again, his eyes meeting yours with sincere affection that it made you think for a minute.

Slowly, you came to the realisation that he was waiting for you to answer and you quickly responded, "Yes yes, I'm sure Sy. Come on—I want you."

He smirked, his hand going down to his zipper, undoing it with one hand before revealing his bulge through his boxers. Excitement filled your cheeks as you smiled at the sight held upon you.

Sylus let out a soft laugh, "Like what you see, sweetie?" You stare into his eyes, instantly feeling a sense of submission as he towers over you.

He pulled down his boxers, his hardened cock standing proud from it's enclosed position. He sighs, his hand interlocking with your passionately. "...You're not gonna change your mind are you?" He waited before lining up his hardened cock to your wet folds.

"I'm not...i'm fine Sylus don't worry."

And with that final confirmation, he slid into you, trying to hold back as you hissed. His cock stretched you out well, forcing your body to remember him. With another slightly push of his hip, another inch went in, a small moan leaving your mouth.

"...f-fuck so big Sy.." your voice sounded so pathetic already, breathless mind following as he pushed more inches of his dick into you. His eyes closed due to the soft feeling, his forehead sweating just from being inside you.

"...Can i move sweetie? Please...can i move yet?" He begged, and you nearly let out a laugh if it wasn't for the feeling coming from your lower half. The big and bad, horribly and deadly Onychinus leader begging to move in your pussy? Who would say no to that?

"Yes," As soon as you spoke, he exited his cock until the tip was left inside of you before ramming himself back inside. Seeming to have lost his self control, his hand held onto your hips, his thrusts digging deep in your pussy.

'Plap! plap! plap!' your pussy sang, taking in his big length with pleasure. Your head rolled back as you held the mattress cover for dear life, your sharp nails digging not the fabric. "Ah! Sy-Sylus please...fuck you're so gooddd!!"

His hips plunged into you harder— faster as they fucked you with purpose. Sylus's hand went to your hair, pulling it up harshly. The sting went straight to the space between your legs, making you clench around him tightly. Before Sylus could even say what he wanted to, he hissed, his hips slowing for just a second before picking up speed once more.

"I wanna hear you...I want to hear how good I'm fucking you, speak to me baby." He groaned in your ear, his lips kissing your neck. Your mouth opened, blabbering and gasping nonsense, slowly falling dumb for his dick. "S-so good...sooo good...ughh i love it Sy...I l-love it!"

You continued to accept his relentless thrusts that were slamming into your hips, his hand still embedded in your curled locks of hair. Your noises grew louder as Sylus hissed to himself, "...Fuck.."

He could feel you tightening around his thick length, telling him that you were about to release anytime soon. As a response, he lowered down to your position and sucked on your neck.

"I can feel it baby...cum, cum for me. Don't hold back." He ordered, his voice full of complete dominance. You nodded, but that wasn't enough for the man above you.

He gave you a fast but deep thrust, the tip of his cock meeting that sweet spot that made you crazy. Just by that alone, you let out a shriek, releasing yourself onto him.

Sylus came just after you, using his hips to thrust some of his cum back into you. He let out a grunt and a small whimper that you could barely even hear. "...Shit..."

By the time he even recovered, you were panting, laying down on the bed with a fucked out face — eyes closed with tears, mascara down your face, drool on the sheets below. It was a sight for sore eyes.

"..Sy you're slipping out..." You let out a soft whine, feeling the sudden emptiness in your cunt. The man above you rubbed your back as he kissed your forehead.

"Just stay here, let me grab something to clean you with. Even though I don't like ruining my masterpieces."

© alyakhq, do not plagiarise, translate, or copy any of my work . 11/01/25

[littlefreya]

Pictures of You

Summary: While Sy is deployed, his new girlfriend sends him nudes, and now he must take care of 'business' himself while fantasizing about the things he would do to her.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x himself x OFC

Word count: 1,200

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), pure smut, graphic depiction of sex (male x female), male masturbation, bodily fluids, accidental creampie, dirty language, punishment, Freya using "peach". Being caught in the act. A bit of fluff. Not beta'd.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, translating, copying it, or parts of it and claiming it as your own*

A/N: It's been a while since I posted. I am working on a series (plural), but I got inspired by a lovely anon today. I'm not sure if I'm tagging anyone since my tag list is probably outdated and I'm not sure who still wants on. So, if you enjoyed, reblog, or comment, let me know. I'd appreciate it. 🖤

Pictures of You

At last, night unfurled, and the camp became quiet. 

The glorified Captain retired to his quarters, exhausted from a day of training recruits and tedious paperwork. This deployment would be long, and though he loved being The Captain - Logan Syverson was beginning to miss home.

It was all because of her. Sy shouldn't have caught feelings, long-distance relationships were never his thing, but damn, she was something else; a woman way above his league, pretty, hot as hell and way too smart to be with a military grunt like him.

Needless to say, fucking her made him feel like a god. 

Stripping down to his boxer, Sy slumped into his bed with a huff and reached for the private cell phone stuffed in his drawer. 

Twenty unanswered messages appeared on the screen—three of them from her.

Joy painted his face at the sight of her name. Ignoring everything else, he went directly to read her messages.

“Missing my big Sy”, the first message read. 

The other - “something to make you think of me.”  

The last message was simply an attachment. Curious, Sy tapped it open.

‘Fucking hell.’

The unmistakable pang of desire instantly surged through his groin. 

There she was, his sweet woman, naked and spread open like a present unwrapped, especially for him. She was sitting on her bed, one breast gripped by her palm with her nipple peeking through dark-painted nails while her other hand toyed with the sweet peach between her thighs. 

“Fuck,” Sy muttered. Already rock-hard. Absentmindedly, his hand massaged the hefty bulge through the fabric of his boxers, eliciting a deep groan from under his breath. 

‘What are you doing to me, babygirl?” 

It wasn’t just her naked body and the way her finger teased her own slit, but the look she gave him, the familiar neediness in her gaze, the way she bit her lip. 

Damn, if she was here right now… He’d fucking punish her for teasing him so bad! He’d pin her to the wall with his hand around her throat and show her what happens to naughty girls who like playing such wicked games. 

Now he had three fucking months to go, and all he could think of was how bad he wanted to be inside her tight little cunt.

‘Well, guess I’ll have to take care of this myself…’

Springing his cock free from his boxers, he ran his rough fingers up and down the length of his imposing shaft - slow at first, as Sy enjoyed taking his time, just as he would with her. His thumb rolled across the crown of his cock, gently grazing the tip while he imagined flipping her against the pitted wall in this room. Make her take it from behind so he could look at that perfect rounded ass of hers and watch his cock slipping in and out of her body. 

Still holding the photo open, he focused on her succulent cunt before spitting onto his open palm and griping himself once again. Tighter this time, he squeezed onto his girth and began to fuck his own hand. 

Pants and groans sputtered from his mouth, his chest heaving as he gradually picked up the pace. In his fantasy, he parted her ass cheeks and teased her dripping little hole until she begged him to fuck him. Then he forced himself all the way in, making her cry out. 

The sounds of her moans echoed in his memory, so helpless and desperate at the same time - he was nearly too much for her; that narrow cavern of hers could barely take his leviathan cock, but still, she took every pounding, becoming wetter around his shaft as her body not only yielded to accommodate him but lured him deeper inside. 

“I want inside you, babygirl…” Sy mumbled out loud, his hand now moving in ecstatic fervour. Sweat dripped down the contracting muscles of his abs. Soon, he felt himself swell even larger, and his sack strained with the desperate need for release. 

He tightened his grip, now choking his shaft and thinking of how it felt when she came around him. How she contracted all around his cock and shattered like glass smashing on the floor.

“Don’t come inside….” She’d warned him. She wasn’t on the pill. But this time, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from filling her full of his cum, and maybe… he wouldn’t want to… 

It was his fantasy, after all. 

“FUCK!!!” 

With the image spilling inside her, he allowed himself to be swept by the fierce waves of pleasure, his entire body buzzing with bliss as hot, thick ribbons of ecstasy spilt over his fingers. He might have shouted too loudly, but it’s not like he ever gave a fuck. 

It took Sy a few good minutes to climb down to earth, and then he chuckled hoarsely as he noticed the mess he had left on his hand. Shaking his head, he reached for a towel and wiped himself clean before returning to gaze at her photo. 

“What am I gonna do with you, doll?”

Well, there was an idea. He could repay the favour by sending her a photo of himself. Usually, he was against this type of stuff, but what she did was particularly risky for a woman, and if she was bold enough to treat him, he could do the same. Besides, they had three months until they could meet again. He better make sure she remembered who she belonged to.  

He stroked himself lightly. Still semi-hard, he wondered whether he could work himself to another erection this soon when a knock sounded at the door.

“Mother of f…. One moment !!!” 

Sy yelled. Irritated, he briefly tucked his shaft back in his boxers and jumped out of bed. The room smelled rancid, but Sy couldn’t bring himself to care. He couldn’t even bring himself to put on a shirt as he rushed to the door.

“What?” He grunted before getting to see who was on the other side.

‘Well, fuck me sideways.’

It was a woman because why the hell not? Private Hicks, to be precise. The young thing’s eyes flared with surprise and then snapped to the floor to avoid staring at her sweaty, half-naked superior, but not before catching a glance of his hairy, tattooed chest and the semi-erected bulge in his groin.

The strong scent of sweat and sex hit her nostrils like a smack in the face. It took everything not to curl her face. There was no need to put two and two together to realise what she had just intruded. 

“Sir.” Hicks saluted in badly hidden embarrassment. 

Sy let out a deep sigh. Clearly, she knew what he was doing before she arrived. She probably heard him come all over himself right before knocking. Frankly, he wasn’t ashamed. 

“Get on with it, Private.”

“Sir,” she repeated, her voice a slight tremble. “ I’m sorry to bother you… but the Major asked me to get you.” 

Sy scratched the back of his head and groaned deeply. “Tell him I’ll be there in 10.” 

Without any other comment, he shut the door, leaving Hicks to wander back to the Major’s office, all shaken and quaking. 

As she walked away, she couldn’t help but bite her lips. All across her body, she felt those little electric streams of excitement, and her breath suddenly became shallow. She shouldn’t have thought of her superior like this, on what he did behind that closed door just a moment before she arrived, but Captain Syverson was too hot to handle and, needless to say, too loud. 

Well, she’d have to take care of herself later…

[memephi]

Capture my heart and frame it, won't you?

Context: I had to reinstall the LADS app because I got the glitch that wouldn't let me log in. I completely borked the app trying to do file repairs and getting impatient about it. I lost most of my in-game photos. I'm not too bummed out about it but i am just really sad that it had to happen on the one year Sylus anniversary 😔

ANYWAY SO I WROTE MY OWN COMFORT FIC SO THANK YOU AND HAVE A NICE DAY AAKSJSJDKKSL

To Sylus, the only thing worse than you being upset, was not knowing why you were upset in the first place.

It started a few days ago. You showed up at his base, tired and battle-worn after a shift of non-stop Wanderer encounters. He’d tried calling you at some point, to which you showed him exactly why you couldn’t answer back.

Your phone, chopped clean in half, by a Wanderer that managed to catch your side unguarded.

He had a routine for cheering you up. After assessing you for injuries, he’d carry you to the bath and pamper you with gently scented soaps in hopes of easing both your mind and body. On most days, it worked, and he’d carry you off to bed soon after.

You'd be smiling up at him with warmth and appreciation; leaving him wondering how to make it so that that look never had to leave your precious lips.

No matter, he’d thought to himself. Getting you a new phone was as easy as breathing. He’d already placed an order for a new one, and it arrived the next morning as soon as you woke up.

Burying your face into his chest and holding onto him like were you trying to disappear from the world was not a welcome break from that routine.

“Thank you, Sy.”

You thank him and go on with your day, but Sylus was not a fool. He could see the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. The way you’d have this longing expression as you used your new phone, with a sadness he couldn’t ignore.

“Can you get the data back?”

His first thought was that the phone itself held sentimental value. He’d tell you that he’d take the remnants of it and see if he could repair it. He was confident that he could, at the very least, use what remained of the parts to restore it to working order.

“Everything that was uploaded into cloud storage will be restored, no issues.”

“...what about the stuff that wasn’t?”

You tell him not to bother, that you appreciate the offer but that you were happy with the new phone he’d given you.

He didn’t have a good answer.

He’d bite his tongue, fighting against the urge to disagree; to say that you weren’t happy at all.

The last straw was when he stepped into his base and found you in his office, staring misty eyed at the photo he had on his desk. It was a picture of the two of you in the valley of flowers, smiling up at each other with the phone on the ground; long forgotten but capturing what would’ve been your favorite photo from that day. The photo on Sylus’s desk was a gift from you, of which the only other copy would’ve been–

You finally tell him that you had an album full of photos of the two of you together. You had grown paranoid due to recent online data breaches. The album wasn’t uploaded to cloud storage because you were worried about anyone finding the photos and using them to hurt Sylus; whether it was his reputation or weaponizing your relationship against him.

Ah. There it is.

You had been meaning to create a back up, you’d tell him, but it had slipped your mind repeatedly the last few weeks. Now, you’re succumbing to the regret, thinking about the months and months memories, the special moments you’d shared with Sylus now just completely erased from existence.

You didn’t cry. You’d tell him that, even if it hurt to think about all the photos you’d lost, dealing with it became easier when they were together. That, no matter how many photos you’d lost, the person who shared those memories with was still right there beside you.

He didn’t promise to get the photos back. He would never promise you something he couldn’t actually retrieve for you. He didn’t ask you to recreate the photos with him. He felt it would hurt you more to have to revisit those precious memories one by one, only to be left with a cheap imitation of the love you shared that day.

And Sylus? His heart ached– burned, charred and painful.

No. Instead, he’d hold you close. Whether you’d eventually crack and weep in his arm or not, it was irrelevant to the fact that he was with you now.

And then, hours or days later, you would find a new album in your phone gallery. In it, there was a single photo you’d never seen before.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I don’t have a favorite photo, in all honestly, but any photo that captures your unrestrained, unapologetic happiness? Every single one is, and will always be precious to me.”

You and Sylus, as he held you like a princess on one of his newly maintained motorcycles. You remember giggling and blushing up a storm as Sylus held you in place, peppering you with kisses all over your cheeks. The angle left no doubt in your heart that this photo was taken from Mephisto’s retinal video feed. When you ask Sylus about it later, he’d smile that cheeky, smug and oh so affectionate smile for you and you alone.

AGAIN, I'm not too upset or hurting about the photos. My wall of photos on the in-game desk are still there and I have local saved files of all of my absolute favorites (especially the Sylus ones) so i am gucci : D