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Kiss Me Quick Day 3 - Kiss in the snow & "Take my coat" Love and Deepspace Sylus x f!OC 1328 words Read on Ao3 banner by firefly-graphics

Watching the fat, fluffy flakes fall from the sky, Sylus barely felt them as they landed on him. He knew he shouldn’t be here, that they had agreed to keep workplace visits to a minimum, but he’d broken faster than he’d thought he would. After days of seeing her, days of being with her, suddenly not having that had scraped him the wrong way. So he’d travelled into Linkon during the middle of the day and was now waiting in one of the outdoor areas of the hospital.

He had it all to himself, the weather keeping most people inside. Even with the heat lamps turned on, everyone would rather be completely surrounded by warmth. He was glad for it as it left him with the quiet of his thoughts and the anticipation that she was coming. She knew he was there and was waiting for an upcoming break to join him.

Keeping his hands in his pockets, he fiddled with the coin there, rolling it between his fingers. The Arctic expedition had wrapped up without any other issues and he’d managed to get her back to the team without anyone being aware he was even there. But for two glorious days, it had just been the two of them. The storm had made it like the rest of the world had fallen away and he’d gotten to revel in the undivided attention of her. And given his back to her. No work, no business, no nothing; just them.

His breath steamed in front of him as he exhaled slowly. Maybe, once the holidays were over, he could convince her to take some time off and whisk her away on a trip for just the pair of them. He knew better than to try to ask for it earlier than that but after? She had to have some time banked that she could use since he also knew she wasn’t going to let him cover whatever she’d miss from not working. It would be so simple to get the funds to her but with her skills, she’d get it back in his account before he realized it.

One day she would let him take care of her without pushing back.

Hearing the door click behind him, Sylus twisted and smiled as he saw Calliope stepping outside but it quickly turned into a frown. “Where’s your coat?”

“If I grabbed it, I would have lost time on my break. I only have fifteen minutes right now.”

That was not going to work. Shrugging out of his heavy coat, he quickly wrapped it around her and considered giving her the scarf as well. “You still should have grabbed it.”

She shook her head, smiling faintly. “You made it sound urgent so I wasn’t going to lose time.”

Her well-being outweighed his need to see her. Always.

Calliope looked at him curiously, saying, “You didn’t say why you needed to come here. Are you alright?”

“No,” he said honestly.

Concern immediately crossed her face and he watched her eyes dart over him from behind her glasses. “Are you hurt? It’s the middle of the day. Do the clouds help with the sun? Should we go inside?”

Ah, wrong phrasing. Definitely the wrong way to put it. Reaching out, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into him. Concern shifted into surprise before melting into understanding. “Just stay with me,” he said quietly.

Her expression softened and she reached up to stroke his face. “You’re too cold,” she scolded gently. “You shouldn’t have stayed out here.”

“I don’t mind the cold.”

Humming, she rose up on her toes and gave him a gentle tug down. “Then I’d better warm you up,” she said before kissing him.

Holding her steady as she swayed on her feet, Sylus tugged her a little closer to let her brace against him. His other hand cradled the back of her head and he hummed as he swiped his tongue across her lips before slipping past them. She was so warm against him, so soft as she melted into him. Little noises left her as he continued to kiss her, swallowing all of them and craving even more.

She made a little mumbling protest as he lifted his mouth from hers before it dissolved into a moan as he fit himself over her again. Her hands slid past his face and into his hair, clutching at him as he didn’t give her any reprieve. He wanted everything she had to give him. He wanted everything she had given in that little cabin in the middle of a snowstorm.

“Sylus,” she gasped as he moved to press more kisses against her warm skin.

Nuzzling into her cheek, he murmured, “Don’t make me stop. Not yet.”

“Someone’s going to see us.”

He didn’t care. All he was doing was kissing her. That was hardly groundbreaking and the other nurses already wanted more gossip about him. Let them look, let them see just how much he loved her.

But she cared because she was the one that had to field all the questions. She cared because this was her workplace. She cared because she didn’t like having to lie about them.

Moving back to her mouth, he dropped a soft, quick kiss on her parted lips. His curled into a smile as he looked at her. “Do you know what you look like?”

She took a deep breath and glanced up at him. “Happy?”

“Very much so.” He wanted her happier, wanted to wipe away the dark circles growing under her eyes. He wanted her. “What are you doing tonight?”

Calliope laughed softly, shaking her head. “Sleeping.”

“Is there room for dinner?”

She leaned into him and kissed him again. “Always. You should go to my place and get a nap or something before I’m off.”

He didn’t really want to leave but he knew she had a point. Even with the clouds, he was feeling sluggish. He had a safe house that was closer than her condo but if given the choice, he’d rather sleep in her bed. Her security wasn’t quite as strong but it was hers and that made all the difference.

Another soft kiss from her that ended with her rubbing her nose against his. “Go home and get out of the cold. I don’t need you getting sick.”

“I don’t get sick.”

Rolling her eyes, Calliope dropped back down and let her hands slide out of his hair. “Everyone gets sick. You aren’t immune to that just because you’re relatively indestructible.”

He brushed his hand over her hair, gently wiping away the snowflakes clinging to her curls. “The position for my personal nurse is still open,” he teased.

“Mm, are you sure I’m qualified for that position?”

Leaning down, he stole another kiss from her, enjoying the way her cheeks reddened further with pleasure. “You’re the only one that is.”

“Well, I’d better negotiate a ridiculous salary if I’m the only one.”

“Whatever you want,” he purred.

She watched him for a moment before shaking her head at him. “Not the way to do business, Sylus.”

Wasn’t it though? What did money matter if he was getting what he wanted? Kissing her forehead, he finally admitted that he needed to go. Her skin was starting to get chilled and he didn’t want her getting ill either. Turning her back to the door, he kept one arm around her as he led her back inside. “I’ll come get you when your shift is over,” he said as she took his jacket off to give it to him.

Nodding, she smiled up at him. “Go home, Sylus. I’ll see you soon.”

He watched her walk down the hall to get back to her ward, his heart thumping rapidly in his chest. Home was wherever she was but she’d be back with him soon enough and he’d get another evening with her where it was only them.

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Hugs and Hospital Beds

Pairing: Sylus x f!(Named)OC; Rafayel x f!(Named)OC; Xavier x f!(Named)OC; Zayne x f!(Named)OC

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Chapter 9:

   SYLUS

I’d showered in Zayne’s ensuite bathroom that stood attached to his office and was now sitting on the couch he had in there with my head in my hands, elbows braced against my knees. Dressed in some too small fitting cream outfit that Zayne had handed off to me. He was wide in the shoulders like I was, but the length of the pants and the tightness I felt behind me shoulders made me think that if I made any kind of wrong move, the entire shirt would tear down the center.

Scrubbing my fingers over my face, I looked up at the far wall closest to the office door. Rafayel and Xavier were sat on the floor, backs against the wall. Raf’s head lolled off to the side, eyes shut, and lips partially parted, resting against Xavier’s shoulder, where the blonde had his arms braced across his chest, his head tilted back against the wall while he also slept.

Zayne was not in the room; he’d mentioned something about going to check on her while he had a free moment. Word of the ‘attack’ at the club known as The Tomb had spread since our arrival. I had seen the look Zayne had thrown at me when he’d gotten off the phone about dozens of bodies coming in for examination. An unfamiliar guilt had spread through my chest when I thought about some of the victims… how my hands had torn their hearts clean from their chests, how their blood had marred my fingers, my palms.

This form of guilt had been more common since I had met Era, and I had no idea why. I had been dead set on my lifestyle prior, so why now? Why was I feeling guilty now of all times? Why was it that when I looked at my hands, I could still see the faces of those who had been within their grip? Why was it that even after having washed my hands, all I wanted to do was go back into that bathroom and scrub. Scrub the filth of this lifestyle away? I have gone soft… haven’t I, but is that such a terrible thing?

I shifted on the couch, hissing through my teeth when the fabric at my thighs pinched, painfully. Zayne had taken my clothes, saying he would get them cleaned; I’d told him to just toss them, I’d just get some new ones, but the stubborn ox of a man had refused and left with them. I leaned back against the backrest of the sofa once I felt more comfortable, reaching over absentmindedly, I lifted my phone off the cushion at my left and brought the screen up to my face, it lit up and I navigated to Luke and Keiran’s contact tab, with my thumb, I tapped the call button and brought the receiver end up to my ear, listening to the soft noises of the ringing before a click and Luke’s voice.

“Boss?”

“I need clothes brought to Akso Hospital. Cardiac ward, office two-b, sooner rather than later. It doesn’t ma—” I thought about that for a half a second, “Actually, make sure its something comfortable.”

“Got it.” A pause, and then, “Why are you in the hospital, boss?”

“We found her, we had to bring her here.” There was both a rising feeling of panic and relief in my chest as I said the words. Was an interesting, and heady combination of emotions to have at once. There was a gasp on the other end of the line, and I heard Luke pass off the information to his brother before a shuffling sound as he brought the phone back to his ear.

“Is boss ma’am, okay?”

There lay the dilemma. “We’re waiting.” Two simple little words, and I felt them within my soul. Prickling their way deeper inside of my heart like quills tipped with poison.

“Got it. We’ll be there soon.” I nodded, not that he could see me, before hanging up the phone and dropping it back to my side. They were young, those two, but dependable.

I closed my eyes as I let my mind wander back to when Zayne and I had gotten to the hospital. Zayne was rushed in, he was already tearing off the coat of his suit, some people tossed me a cursory glance, eyes wide and murmurs low as they took in my bloodied clothes, now dried into the fabric after the drive. Not that I cared, I followed dutifully behind, wanting only to know if she were alright, if she was alive and if I could see her.

“Skye, here’s the key to my office, there’s a bathroom with a shower, I’ll find you when I have more information.” He’d thrust a little silver key into my hand. The little piece of metal has stunned me, in a world as advanced as ours had gotten- material keys were exceedingly rare, so to be handed one, feel its weight against my palm, had put me into a minor stupor. On top of the heavy levels of stress I was feeling after the night’s events.

“Sir?” I blinked and turned to find a young women dressed in white, a nurse, I realized had come up to stand at my right. She had cropped bangs that slanted off to the right side of her face, soft brown doe-like eyes, a button nose, and a kind smile. The white head cover that resembled a headscarf covered her auburn hair. When she confirmed she had my attention, I watched as she smiled a little brighter, but I could see a worry like my own in those brown eyes as she gestured with her free hand. I guess I was to follow her, so I did. She must know Era…. Could this be Yvonne? Zayne’s secretary and the nurse who took care of Era while she was in the hospital after her spinal accident. She must be.

I followed her through two different wings of the hospital, passed the cafeteria and its wide-open layout, up two different flights of stairs, passed room after room. Patient after patient. Doctor and nurse alike. How big was this hospital? As a personal preference, I hated hospitals. They didn’t smell good. Like death, antiseptic and cleaner.

We passed an empty reception desk, the phone ringing and blinking from several different lines. She led me to what I could only assume was Zayne’s office door before she stood back and allowed me to pass, as I did, I heard her lowered tone as she spoke, “If she means as much to you as I think she does… when she comes out of this, I’m counting on you to care for her, and Zayne. He won’t be able to manage this very well on his own.” The amount of care in her voice had me stood in place, half holding the door ajar, half looking over my shoulder down at her. Her eyes were glassy as she hugged a clipboard to her chest, her face was downcast, and her cheeks flushed. She’s trying not to cry….

“I will.” I could only promise her before she looked up at me again.

“She’s been in and out of this hospital so often… ever since the accident with the building collapsing… she’s been in a bad place, but… at some point, she seemed better, happier. She smiled more, and now… she’s back in here after yet another—” She paused as she suddenly sucked in a breath and turned her face away from me, barring her teeth to keep from breaking down, “I don’t want to see that girl go through this bullshit anymore. She deserves so much more than the pain that she’s gone through.” I was frozen in place, this girl… this random girl from Era’s life, showing how much she cared, how much she loved the love of my life, my one and only love, showed me that not all humans were vile beings.

After having gotten to know Zayne, Rafayel and even Xavier these last several months, I’d had an inkling that humanity wasn’t as soured as I thought… but this one woman, this one insignificant pawn in Era’s life shattered the remaining ice that encrusted my soul. I released the door and did something that even I wasn’t expecting myself to do for a stranger, I pulled her little frame against me and hugged her. It wasn’t an enthusiastic hug, it didn’t mean the same thing as it did when I hugged Era, no… this was for comfort.

“Thank you.” I said to the space above her head, she’d made a shocked noise from the hug, but soon settled into it before pulling away, another soft smile in place as she looked up at me.

“No need to thank me, Era is an incredibly special girl. She may not think she does, after all this time, but she does deserve to feel loved and be loved. I love her like a sister, and I wish only for her happiness. As you do, I can only assume.” She paused and took a deep breath before half turning away and taking a single step, “…just… promise me, you won’t give up on her.”

She didn’t give me time to respond before she hurried her way back to the way we’d come and disappeared down the staircase at the end of the hall.

As Zayne’s office ceiling came back into focus, I could feel the prickling sensations at the corners of my eyes, alongside the heat. That girl is so loved… and not just by us. So many care about her… we need to help her see that. Sitting upright again, my gaze shifted to the two men still seated against the floor along the far wall. Xavier’s head had rolled off the wall and his cheek lay against the soft purple of Rafayel’s hair. The image they made was… for lack of a better word, cute.

None of us would give up on her, none of us had. Knowing Xavier had tried to be there for her since the accident, been there when she fell even…. Rafayel as well, in his own way, had been there for her, even though for the longest time she only saw him as a job. Zayne, the one who’d been around her the longest, and had also been the one she kept the most from, from her past in a way to keep him from worrying.

For someone who thought she was nothing but selfish, and unlovable. She’d proved on more than one occasion that she wasn’t those things at all. Her kind heart, the golden heart of hearts was her ultimate weapon, and yet… she’d been decompressed into a whisp of a girl. Believing the ideas, rumors and lies of the people who’d done nothing but be jealous of her, even in her apartment when she’d gone to talk with Xavier after realizing what she was to us, how she felt… and Melina had gotten in the way.

I felt a grumble waft up my throat upon thinking about that Hunter girl. I’d almost made a mistake, having simply wanted that aether core in her heart by almost getting close to her, flirting with her to get close, but then I’d met Era as I’d walked out of that café and everything changed, thinking back on it now, maybe I should’ve just taken it when I had the chance, but that simmering guilt that still lingered slapped my hand for thinking it. Useless death, even as unhinged as she’d become over her obsession with Xavier and then Era… the little pest didn’t deserve to have her young life snuffed out like that. There were other Aether Cores… and, if she just so happens to go by some other means, that’s just free game.

Lifting my left arm off the cushion of the couch, I peaked at my watch. 6:11 AM. We’d been here for more than nine hours, and we haven’t heard anything. Where is that popsicle….

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                ZAYNE

“Are you sure?” I flipped the page of her charts for the nth time, trying to allow my brain to decipher what it said, only for my vision to begin swimming. “Are there any other tests we could do?”

“Zayne… other than keep an eye on her, believe me when I say… I wish there was more we could do. We barely have a grasp on what’s causing these readings.” Greyson sighed, scrubbing a tired hand over his face while he took the clipboard from my trembling hands. “We know she’s physically fine, aside from some minor blood loss from over taxing her evol, she’s healthy.”

“She’s comatose, Greyson.” I whipped my head to throw a glare at the man, as helpful as he’d been, I wasn’t in the mood to be placated by this. Yes, she was healthy… but if she were truly healthy, she’d be awake.

“How often in the past have there been comatose patients with no conclusive data or reasoning behind how they remained or even entered that state, Zayne. Far too many to count, and now… as sad as it is, she’s now among that list.” He took a deep breath before resting a hand on my shoulder, “Just… be here for her. I have a feeling that’s what she needs from you right now. You and I both know what’s she’s been through.” Too much for a single person to manage alone….

“Call me… if anything changes.” I sighed before taking a seat in the chair next to her bed. Not bothering or caring to see if Greyson had heard me before he left the room. She looked so fragile, like glass. Like she’d shatter if she even breathed the wrong way. Tubes and lines were being fed into her from every angle. Healthy my ass…. I’d been taken off the roster for her care when Greyson had seen how agitated I was when I saw her. Valid.

How many times in her lifetime would this woman flatline? Greyson said she had twice more while he checked her out after the boys got her in. I’d had a word with the nurse who’d Xavier initially had tried to garner attention from for proper care. If I had my way, she would’ve been let go on the spot. A receptionist had duties, chatting on the phone with her friend and ignoring potential patients was not professional. Reaching out, I slid my right hand under Era’s, trying not to jostle it too much with the IV taped to the thin skin of the back of her hand. I’d made the women cry, and Greyson had pulled me aside before things could get any uglier than it already was.

My eyes narrowed as I watched the machines breathing for her, the beeping of the patient monitor. The display screen, large and easily legible blipped in time with her heart rate. The rate itself was lower than I would’ve liked, but now, I couldn’t do anything… not that I could even if I was able to give her the proper amount of care that I wanted to.

 Greyson’s words came back to mind as I sat there, listening to the artificial breaths, the beeping of her heart, and seeing the soft rise and fall of her chest through the layers of blankets and the soft cotton hospital gown I’d made sure they put her in. ‘Just be here for her. I have a feeling that’s what she needs from you right now.’

As I stared at her, I felt my fingers curl through hers, again light enough not to move the needle, but enough that I could feel her fragile warmth against the flesh of my own fingers. “You’re going to give me an arrythmia one day, woman.” I felt a smirk pull at the right corner of my mouth, but it didn’t touch my eyes. Not like it did whenever I spoke to her before. Images of her when she was staying with me from the previous year came unbidden to mind, and I felt my chest tighten. How thin she was. How frail she’d become, but still… during our little domestic moment, she had still tried to make me smile. Her own happiness be damned… she’d nearly slit her own wrists, a moment I would never be able to erase from my mind. I blinked as I felt the heat behind my eyes, the desperation clawing up my throat as I felt my heart thump erratically behind my ribs.

“I can’t… can’t lose you, Era… not again.” The first searing tears fell down my cheeks a second later, a sob working its way up my throat, making my jaw hurt from how much I just wanted to give in to the pain that was spreading throughout my body. “Please, don’t leave me….” I couldn’t hold my head up anymore, and felt the soft surface of the blanket collide with my forehead a moment later, my eyes burning as the tears began falling all on their own.

A sob escaped and I coughed through the tears into the blanket, grinding my teeth I begged my body to stop, but I couldn’t. I was so tired of holding my emotions in check. Staying calm, and strait-laced for everyone, for her. Remembering how she’d looked after that building collapse, then after the explosion with Sylus… and now this. She wasn’t the only one who tried to keep everyone around them happy and not giving a damn about themselves. I was guilty of that on a daily basis.

We’d lost her for what felt like years, and now we had her back, right? She was here… and yet. Belamy’s word, we had her, but… did we really have her? I choked on a sob as I lifted my head off the bedside and looked up at her through the unshed tears, warbling her image. We had her physically… but what about mentally? What about her soul? We had no idea what Belamy had done to her while he had her… How stupid could we be, to simply think this was it. That this was us winning.

How do you win against a devil.

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𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 2024 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚃𝚠𝚘

Sylus X Evie (OC)

Warnings -> 18+ NSFW (roleplay kink/use of ‘husband/wife’/oral m&f receiving/finishing in her mouth/penetration via fingers), situationship dynamic

An original fan-fiction for Love and Deepspace. I appreciate reblogs but reposting to Tumblr or any other site is not okay with me.

Crossing the threshold into Sylus’ private room, I raise a hand to fan myself. It does nothing to cool the burning sensation in my cheeks, a feeling that’s been present the entire course of the evening.

The door closes behind me, a pair of footsteps heavier than mine following me further inside. “Still flustered?”

I cut him a glare. His smirk is too arrogant, tone too amused. “I wonder what on earth could have caused this reaction.”

Sylus mocks a hum and crosses his arms. “Let’s see… It’s certainly not the alcohol.”

I turn to face him, hands on my hips.

“It can’t be that man who eyed you like a prize all night.” With long, slow strides, he crosses the distance between us. He doesn’t stop until I have to tilt my head back to look up at him, our chests almost touching with every rise and fall of our breaths. “Could it be because I called you my wife?”

Heat explodes in my cheeks again. “Someone failed to tell me that was the plan. I wasn’t prepared for the story we spun.”

My heart is pounding against my ribcage so hard, I can feel it ricochet off my bones. Shadows fall over his stupidly attractive face like a form of art as he tilts his head, the contrast making his ruby eyes glow. His smirk does little to curb his appeal. He’s alluring on a regular basis, but right now, he’s downright sinful.

I realize too late that my thighs are squeezing together, and I subtly shift my weight to snap out of it.

Sylus chuckles. There’s no way he’s buying my excuse. “Does the thought of being my wife make you shy, kitten?”

“No.” I fire my response off too quickly, and it only makes that insufferable grin grow. “Don’t pretend like you weren’t puffing you chest out every time I called you my husband. Admit it, you’d be proud to have a wife like me.”

By the shift in the air, in his eyes, I know I just set something into motion. “I would? Since we’re on the subject, indulge me. How would you greet your husband when he comes home?”

This is a dangerous game. A very, very dangerous game. I shouldn’t play this game.

But I want to.

My heart is begging me not to act, not to torture it again, but I ignore it. Standing on the tips of my toes, I cup Sylus’ cheeks in my hands and press a long but chaste kiss to his lips. I feel him grow tense, eyes narrowing softly as I pull away.

I smile up at him, and I don’t have to try hard at all to make it genuine. I almost hate that I don’t. “Welcome home. Would you like something to eat, or should I get the shower going for you?”

His nostrils flare with his next exhale, the air around him heavy with something possessive. The look on his face is so raw with emotion it makes my heart stop, but it doesn’t last long.

The mask he’s so good at wearing slips back on before I can blink, appearing so fast I start to wonder if I imagined that I saw. “That’s rather docile of you, kitten.”

I roll my eyes and drop back onto my heels. “You asked me a question, and I answered it. How would you want your wife to greet you, Sir?”

“That’s easy.” He places a hand on my cheek, thumb running over my lips. “I’d want her in our bed, naked and waiting for instruction.”

My teeth catch the inside of my cheek, a throbbing sensation starting between my legs. I part my lips to speak, but not before teasing the pad of his thumb with a swipe of my tongue. “A simple enough request to fulfill.”

I take a step back, moving slowly towards his bed. The room grows hot with each step, sizzles with electricity so dangerous it threatens to shock me. I welcome it, letting my hair down from the elegant updo it was styled in and stepping out of my heels. Sylus hasn’t moved from his spot, and I don’t shy away from his eyes as I unzip my dress and slip out of it, letting the expensive fabric pool on the floor.

I’m catching fire beneath his gaze as I ditch my bra and underwear along with it, then crawl onto the bed and settle in the middle of it, sitting on my knees with my hands on my thighs. “Like this?”

“That’s perfect, sweetie.”

Sylus loses the coat draped over his shoulders as he approaches. He’s moving at a relaxed pace, not a shred of urgency to it. He isn’t worried about me going anywhere, because he and I both know this is exactly where I want to be.

He stops at the foot of the bed and motions for me to rise. “Tell me again.”

I lift up onto my knees and hold onto his broad shoulders for support. “Welcome home, Sylus.”

Pinching my chin between his thumb and index finger, Sylus pulls me into a brutal kiss. He bands an arm around my waist and pulls me flush against him, tongue pushing its way into my mouth to consume everything that I am. I match his intensity, fingers working their way into his hair to lightly play with the silver strands and scratch his scalp.

My hands don’t stay in his hair for long. The feeling of his warm palms travelling up and down and across my back encourages me to move my own. They go right for his chest, but the second my fingers graze the button of his shirt to undo it, he catches my both my wrists in a single hand.

Breaking the kiss, Sylus speaks against my lips as I pant, breath tickling my skin. “What are you up to, wife?”

A long, quiet moan escapes me, but I’m not so far gone that I can’t match his energy. “You had a long day, husband. I just want to make you feel good.”

“Is that so?” He slowly taps the back of my hand with his index finger. His smirk is so alluring, I have to stop myself from leaning into him. If my face ends up any closer, we’ll be kissing again. “I’m sure my wife can come up with a better idea.”

His prompting sparks mischief in my blood. Wiggling my wrists free, I place a hand beneath his chin and guide his face across the short distance until our mouths meet again. This kiss is slower, deeper, more sensual than the one we shared before. I’m surprised he’s letting me led, but instead of questioning it, I grasp the opportunity.

Dropping my hands to his belt, I unbuckle it with the same patience set in our kisses. Sylus drops one arm down by his side, the other moving from my back to lightly wrap his hand around my throat, holding my head in place. I hum at the feel of it, the warmth around my neck familiar and much welcomed. It doesn’t stay there for long - as soon as the button and zipper are out of the way and he’s free of his slacks, he easily lets me escape so I can drop down to my knees and elbows.

Sylus hisses as I lick a long, slow stripe up the underside of his thick shaft. He’s solid, the tip almost angry for attention. I circle it once with the tip of my tongue before swallowing him down.

The breathy sound that leaves him sounds like relief, and it spurs me to take him as deep as I comfortably can. Only half of him will fit before my throat is full, and I have to use a hand so that no part of him is neglected.

Sylus brushes all my hair over one shoulder, then glides a hand along the length of my back. “What a good little wife you’d make. Is this what you read about in all those dirty books of yours?”

I can’t help but huff a small laugh around him. He’s not wrong - those ‘dirty books of mine’ have given me several ideas to incorporate into some of our games. Ideas that I’m sure blew his mind, even if he didn’t show it.

“Fuck, Evie.” He growls as start to please him more intensity.

I focus on breathing through my nose, trying to prevent from choking and having to stop. Sylus is heavy in my hand, hot against my tongue, starting to pulse against my cheeks-

I don’t stop until he’s spilling down my throat, his hand a tight fist in my hair. Only when I’m sure that he has nothing left to give do I pull off him.

Licking my lips, I look up at him only to be left speechless. His eyes are narrowed and glazed, hair messy as if he had been running his hand through or pulling on it, breath heavy and face flushed. I’ve seen how he gets when I touch his chest and abs, but this…

This is a first, and it’s absolutely beautiful.

Without warning, I’m being grabbed beneath my knees and flipped onto my back. I gasp at the sudden turn of events, barely getting a second to process it before Sylus dives between my legs and starts to feast.

I cry out at the sudden stimulation, back arching and hands grabbing fistfuls of his dark sheets. “Sylus!”

He briefly pauses his attack to slip a finger inside me. His middle one, I think, and he curls it until I’m crying for him again.

Sylus shushes me, parting my folds so he can flick his tongue over my clit. “Be a good wife and take what your husband gives you, Evie.”

SFW Masterlist || NSFW Masterlist || Kinktober

[sometimeslwish]

✶ P L A Y L I S T ──

Do most of my works have song titles as their titles? Yes, now, shush and go and enjoy the content. Tell me your thoughts if you want ♡

── Love and Deepspace ──

Xavier

— Hijo de la Luna (The Moon's Son) – wip / dream

Tags: Xavier x oc, Xavier x non mc, Xavier x male oc, slow burn, angst?, injury discussion, death mentions (grandma and Caleb) assasin!oc

Zayne

— Winter Bird – angst prompt

— Footloose – Dad Zayne mini headcannon

Rafayel

— Mc picking Raf up thoughts

Sylus

— Skyfall: All things End (#s:ate) – [wip] [little scenes]

Tags: Sylus x non-mc reader, angst, actor!Sylus, reader is an actress, singer and songwriter.

Caleb

— BURNING IN DESIRE (You belong With To Me) – one-shot [ao3]

Tags: Caleb x you, Caleb x f!reader, reader is mc, slightly dub-con (if you squint? Idk, feel free to correct me about that tag in the comments), bold mc, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, switchy switch? this was self indulgent as fuuck, degradation (whore, slut) and also praise, Caleb being a meanie by edging you once, possessiveness, petnames (pipsqueak, princess, baby) light choking (both m! and f!receiving)

Multi

— Boys getting pegged discourse

— Fever – aphrodisiac prompt

— Dark In My Imagination – headcannons

— Cure for me her – you can choose which boy to fit this in

Tags: angst, sad drabble, learning about one's feelings

— A Dance 'Round The Memory Tree – (incomplete)

Tags: established relationship (all the way up to nightly rendezvous), genderless reader, reader is mc, bit of violence in Sylus's version (he gets smacked) lots of crying, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

Polyamory / shipping the boys

If ya don't like, don't read. Curate your own space, you're not obligated to interact with this content.

— Yes, cat caretaker. – prompt/drabble?

Tags: hints at polyamory, the boys are cursed

— It happened quiet – Drabble

Tags: Zayne x Sylus, kissing, fluff, hints at polyamory.

— Let It Happen – one shot (coming soon)

Tags: Xavier x Rafayel, hints at polyamory

─── Sam and Colby ───

Sam

— Giving In To The Love – ao3

Tags: oneshot, Sam x reader, friends to lovers, fluff, confessions.

[seradyn]

Rules for Requests

I’ve had this account for about a year and have just now realized I don’t have any rules for asks/requests, so I decided to make some! 😁

Ground Rules

I’m always happy to write, but please read these before you make a request!

Do not read my writing if you are not 18+. Some of it may include things that are disturbing to some, so please be mindful of TWs.

I’m only willing to write for the fandoms I am interested in. I do not feel I could do justice to those I have no knowledge or experience with. I primarily write F!Reader x Character, but I am also happy to write ships, scenarios, etc. (see below for more details).

I am also happy to answer personal questions, though I will not give you identifying information.

What I will write:

Head cannons

Drabbles/one-shots

Scenarios/Prompts

Short stories

Ships

Cannon

AUs

Reader x Character/Cannon

Gore and violence

Sexual content, including noncon

Fluff, angst

LGBTQ+

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Abuse

Yandere

Your OCs (….except maybe Cahl. Iykyk 😘)

Polyships

Love triangles

Underage

Genderbending

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This list is of all the fandoms and their characters that I’m willing to write. Please do not ask for things outside of this list, because I probably won’t want to write it. However, the list is subject to change.

The characters are listed in order from most interested to least interested, and any characters not listed I will not write for. Fandoms are in no particular order.

FFXV

Ardyn, Chocobros, Ravus, Cor, Areana, Lunafreya, Nyx

FFVII

Sephiroth, First Class SOLDIERS, Zack, Cloud, Turks, Remnants, Rufus, Vincent

The Evil Within

Ruben Victoriano/Ruvik, Sebastian Castellanos, Leslie Withers, Juli Kidman, Joseph Oda

Resident Evil Village

Karl Heisenberg

Baldur’s Gate 3

Astarion Ancunin

Love and Deepspace

Sylus, Rafayel, Xavier

I do not accept commissions, or payment for my work. I’m doing this purely for the fun of it. However, this means the turn around for requests may be longer, if I get flooded with them, have irl stuff to deal with, or am working on my own fanfics. Please be patient 💕

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Thank you for taking the time to read! Feel free to send me an ask/request, or just chat me up 😁😁

[goldenangelbloodcastiel]

Oh! First one that comes to mind is Sylus and it’s by @chaoslovesmisery ! They have an 8part fic so far that is about F!Mephisto Shifter x Sylus, MC is stil included but not the love of I’m following it along correctly..😅 I’ve linked their wattpad as well but they post the updates here too!

https://www.wattpad.com/user/ChaosLovesMisery?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_profile&wp_page=user_details&wp_uname=SisterKat

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My other love that writes for the LADS is @janumun and they have some really good ones! Some of their works are based off cards and others are whatever they happen to envision! They’re very fun to talk to and have really been a great introduction into the fandom for me! 💕

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@hitoshitoshi Has wonderful SFW and NSFW F!Reader stories for all the fans. They have a few fics for each of our LADS men, feel free to indulge!

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@xvysarene Makes F!Reader fics and I believe they have some Headcanons too! They’ve written at least one story for each man and have a very pretty aesthetic too their writing 😍!

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These are just a few of my fav writers and fellow LADS fans, (I am still deep-diving into their writing 🙈) and there are plenty more out there!

I hope this helps but I’m not sure if your looking for fics that are tagged F!Reader xLADS and not MC, but still might follow certain story points/cards or if you’re wanting entirely new, almost OC characters. Either way, I hope you find what you’re looking for!

I feel like, for the most part, the fandom is still pretty new and finding our way around. But a lot of time it’s just digging and waiting on new fics to come out! I hope you find some you enjoy and please, share if you feel like it 😉. Have a good read!

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Ugh how DARE I forget to add @loveanddeepthroat because their fics and HCs I literally CANNOT get enough of & can’t stop reblogging!

Also, everytime I see their name I giggle cuz I love it so much. ♥️ they are a GEM (ty for following me lovely 👉🏻👈🏻)

Does anyone knkw where i can find or has links to stories involving Sylus or Zayne or Rafayel x Reader where Reader is not MC?? im finding it so rare on ao3 and tumblr that it breaks my heart💔

[aztecbrujeria]

~Masterlist~

Started: 06/12/2021

Updated: 09/06/2022

Total Works:51

Descent into Madness...300 Follower Collab

Reminder:

🍊G-PG, 🟢PG-13, 🍋R-NC17, 👹EXPLICIT DARK CONTENT, 🌈PRIDE PIECES

~JJK~

HC’s: 🍋Choso morning HCs, 🍋Sukuna HC’s, 🍋Nanami HC's

Requests: 🍋JJK NSFW HC: SPIT

Drabbles: 🍊Always Remember, 🍋Toji Fushiguro drabble, 🍋MTF Choso x Masc. NB Reader, 🍋Maki x F!reader 🍋🌈FTM Trans Sukuna x Reader

Collabs: 🍋Pragma & Ludus: Toji Fushiguro x F! Reader, 🍋Virgin Choso x F!Reader w/ Exp., 🍋Piercer Choso x F!Reader, 👹Hip To Be Scared, 🍋Yaga Masamichi x Plus Size Reader

Series: 🍋👹Wolfsbane: TojiGo Assassin AU, 🍋Birds of Paradise: WW2 Pilot TojixF!Latina Nurse

Mood Boards: 🍊Naraka x Sukuna

~MHA~

HC’s: 🍋What if Izuku HC, 🍋Before Bed…Shinso, 🍋My Emo Prince...Shoto, 🍋MHA Boys X Star Wars RP HC

Requests: 🍋Shoto x Black afab reader: office Sex

One Shots: 🍋One Percent: Izuku x Chubby f! reader

Collabs: KiriBaku Punk AU Bang🍋

Art pieces: commissioned flower boys

~HQ~

HC’s: 🍋Osamu Miya (Power Lifter), 🍋Daddy Daichi, 🍊HC Comfort for When you're told you're not good enough

Requests: 🍋Shower request

Drabbles: 🍋Red Lace Kuroo x Reader, 🟢Dr. Sugawara Gossip, 🍋Akaashi x F!Reader, 🍋Atsumu Miya x GN Reader, 🍋UshiTen x Reader, 🍊🌈Osamu x NB Reader: Trans Tape, 🌈MTF Trans Ushi x F!Reader

One Shots: 🍋The Fox’s Bindings: Kita Shinsuke x Reader, 🍋Bar Fight: Iwaizumi Haihime x Ava (F! OC) 🍋The Meeting: Inarizaki Clan x  Shiratorizawa x OC’s, 🍋La Lotería (Hinata Shoyo, Sakusa Kiyomi, Bokuto Kotarou, OC intro), 🍋Lipstick, 🌈🍋Peach Lingerie

HQ Mafia AU (Ongoing Series):🍋Vixen Uncaged: Haikyu Mafia AU

Mood Boards: 🍊Suna Rintarō, 🍊Oikawa

~Fire Force~

HC’s: In coming

Drabble: In Coming

One Shots: 🍋Benimaru x Y/N “My Little Daifuku”

~Tokyo Revengers~

HC's: In Coming

Drabble: 🍋Taiju Shiba x Fiesty F!Reader

One Shots: Incoming

~Underrated Fandoms (Bleach, Devil's Line, All Out, Run With the Wind, Moriarty the Patriot, etc...)~

HC's: 🍋Sekizan x F!Reader

Drabbles: 👹Aizen x F!Reader, 🍊🌈Gray-Ace Xiao x Trans Reader, 🌈🍋Bisexual Alucard x M! Reader, Work Study: Kunikida Doppo BSD

One Shots: 🍊The Outlaw: James Bonde x OC Intro

A Kittens Corvid: Sylus L&DS x Self Insert

Stay Tuned...

[razzmatash]

Warm Me Up Day 2 - Trapped in a snowstorm Love and Deepspace Sylus x f!OC 1622 words Read on Ao3 Warnings: slightly suggestive at the end banner by firefly-graphics

How had this happened?

Watching the storm rage outside, Calli curled in on herself a little tighter. She never should have agreed to join this expedition. She didn’t need the money and that was the only reason to join something like this. She knew that everyone had to do one rotation a year on a more remote expedition but why had she agreed to go north? And why had she left it for so late in the year?

Her only consolation was the fact that the little way station she’d found was well insulated and had enough energy to last the storm. But she was here by herself with no way to contact the outside world until the storm passed. She’d tried to radio in where she was but she wasn’t sure if it had gone through. All she could do now was wait out the storm.

Pulling the blanket around her shoulders a little closer to her, she gazed out the window listlessly. When she got back to civilization, she was going to submerge herself in a hot tub and not leave for a week. Maybe she’d apply for a vacation and go further south. She didn’t want to see any snow anytime soon and Linkon City was due for it’s first snowfall soon. Maybe she could convince Sylus to take her on a holiday.

Calli snorted at herself. Convince him? All she had to do was suggest the idea and he’d leap all over it. Any chance to spend time with her took priority and if it was just the two of them? She’d be lucky if she finished her thought before he was asking where she wanted to go.

A heavy sigh left her and she plunked her chin down on her knees. Thinking about him just made her miss him, even though this expedition was only for a week and they had been apart for longer than that. Maybe it was because she was alone here with absolutely no chance for help that had her wishing he was there with her. She could take care of herself but she wouldn’t have minded someone to talk to to help pass the hours. Or cuddle. He kicked out so much heat she wouldn’t need a damn blanket with him around. Maybe-

Frowning, she stared harder out the window. That couldn’t be someone coming toward the little cabin. It just couldn’t. It was the middle of a storm and no one from the base would have been allowed to go out in it. The only people out here were Hunters and the crews that had come to support them. It didn’t look like a Wanderer but...she wasn’t so sure she wanted to spend a snowstorm trapped with a stranger. No matter how lonely she was.

She scrambled off the chair and stumbled toward the door. She hadn’t bothered to lock it when she’d come inside earlier, the storm already picking up enough she’d known that no one else would be coming in after her. Now she regretted it. Being in the middle of nowhere didn’t mean she could suddenly be stupid about her safety. She could hear both Carrow and Sylus chiding her for the rookie mistake. If she made it out of this in one piece, she wasn’t going to tell them. She’d take this secret to her grave.

Gasping as the door started to open before she reached it, she slammed her body into it to force it closed again. It shut for a moment but before she could slide the bolt home, a weight greater than hers leaned into it from the other side. Desperation rose in her, welling up to clog her throat. No, no, no! She knew it was a terrible thing to do and that whoever was on the other side would likely die in the storm but she-

“Sweetie, move,” a deep voice growled from outside.

Calli blinked, losing her balance for a moment. It was enough for the door to surge open, pushing her back, and a large frame hustled inside to slam it back closed. Staring at the person in front of her, she squeaked, “Sylus?”

He pulled off the goggles and scarf that were obscuring his face and gave her a look. “I thought you didn’t want me dead.”

She couldn’t stop staring at him. Was he actually here? Or had she fallen asleep and was only dreaming that he was? She’d already had a few of those on the expedition and had woken up disappointed in her little bunk. She didn’t know why it was so different when she was the one that had gone away because she didn’t feel like this when he was away for business.

Sylus set aside the goggles and scarf before starting on his jacket. “I was listening to the reports as they came in and heard that you’d gotten stranded out here,” he said calmly as if they were back in the city and not out in the middle of the Arctic. “I came to keep you company.”

He had? But...what was he even doing up here in the first place? She didn’t remember him saying he had any business here and it wasn’t like it was a hot spot for his kind of activity. The only thing that was up here for him was...her?

He set his bag near the door and started to stomp the snow off his boots. “We’ll have to make sure the snowmobile is returned before one of the Hunters notice that it’s gone. Shouldn’t be too hard since they’re more focused on people and supplies than-” He cut off with a grunt as she slammed into his back.

Winding her arms around him, Calli pushed her face into the back of his sweater and clutched at the front of it. He was here. He was actually here. She wasn’t dreaming.

“Kitten?”

She shook her head, clinging to him and trying not to cry. She didn’t have to go through this alone and she wasn’t stranded with a stranger. Even though he shouldn’t have been anywhere near here, he’d come for her.

A large hand covered hers, squeezing gently. “Did you get lonely?”

“Yes,” she whispered. She wanted to get closer to him but she couldn’t.

He squeezed her again before gently prying her hands off him. He turned to look at her and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Let me get out of these,” he said quietly, “and then you can tell me how much you missed me.”

She flushed a little as he gave her another kiss, this time on the mouth. Blinking at him as he stepped back to finish with his outerwear, she took all of him in before murmuring, “Thank you.”

A flash of a smile that warmed her more than anything else. “You don’t need to thank me.”

Except she did because he absolutely did not need to go to this extreme for her. Turning from him, she shuffled toward the kitchenette. He’d been bundled up but he had to still be cold. She could make some coffee or hot chocolate to help him warm up and she was pretty sure there was some alcohol stashed somewhere in the little cabin. That would help.

She busied herself with it enough that she didn’t realize he was done until arms wound around her middle. She barely had time to tense before he was pulling her back into him, nuzzling a cold nose into her neck. “Sylus!”

“You’re so warm, sweetie,” he purred, curling around her.

Sucking in a sharp breath as his hands slipped under her sweater, Calli nearly shrieked. “Why are you so cold?!”

“It’s the Arctic. I’m not immune to the cold.”

He usually was so this was almost atrocious. Was this what he felt when she put her cold bits on him? Biting her lip, she squirmed as he showed no signs of pulling away from her. His chuckle did nothing to help because she knew he was doing it on purpose. She tried to focus on making them something to drink but every time she got used to his fingers he’d move them to somewhere else to keep warming them up.

He made things harder by not moving away from her a bit as she grabbed cups and poured out the drink, somehow shifting even closer to her. “I don’t think I was the only lonely one,” she huffed softly.

“I never said you were,” he murmured into her neck. “You’ve been working in zones that barely have any reception so you haven’t been messaging me as much. You don’t usually come to places like this, at least not without me.”

“Is that why you’re here? You were worried about me?”

No answer came immediately but his fingers pressed a little harder into her belly. “Am I not allowed to worry about you?”

Turning her head, she gently rubbed her nose against his hair. “Maybe you need to cuddle more than have a drink,” she teased.

Sylus lifted his head enough to meet her gaze, his eyes glittering. “Do I get a choice?”

Butterflies filled her stomach at the low purr of his voice. “Maybe. I mean, we don’t know how long the storm is going to last. We’ll need to stay warm somehow.”

The smile that curled his mouth had her toes curling and heat scorching through her. “I can think of a few ways, kitten,” he murmured, “but drink your hot chocolate first.”

She almost pouted at him before his lips pressed to her ear in a gentle kiss that ended in a nip.

“You’re going to need all the energy you can get,” he breathed.

Shit.

[razzmatash]

Winner Day 4 - Board games Love and Deepspace Sylys x f!OC 2035 Words Read on Ao3 banner by firefly-graphics

“Ready to submit?”

Calli wrinkled her nose and stared harder at her cards. As if that could magically change the low numbers. She finally sighed and put down her cards. “You win,” she muttered.

“Don’t sound so disappointed, kitten. You can’t win them all.”

She hadn’t won any today. It was like the kitties had turned against her. “Did you bribe them?” she accused, looking up at him.

Sylus cocked a brow at her, shuffling the deck of cards again. “Bribe a deck of cards and the holographic cats that go with them?” he elaborated. “If anyone was going to bribe a program, it would be you.”

How had she never thought about using the muses to try to win? Because she liked beating him with her own skills. Calli sighed and slumped back in her chair. “Do you want to play something else?”

“We still have half an hour booked for the table, sweetie. You were the one that wanted to come here.”

Because of the holiday promotion they were doing. In addition to the little collector’s badges, they were giving away Christmas plush of the kitties. She’d tried to be strong, knowing she already had more than enough plushies at home but she was weak. So she’d convinced both him and her sister to come play with her, separately, to try to increase her odds of getting one. She had done alright against Carrow and managed to get one of the limited items but Sylus was mopping the floor with her today. “I used up all my luck on Carr,” she muttered, looking away from the table.

They’d booked a time later in the evening, mostly for Sylus and partly because the chances of there being children in this time slot was low. He would have come no matter when she’d made the reservation but she’d wanted to try to make it pleasant for him. Maybe she’d tried too hard and now it was fun for him only.

He chuckled from across the table. “Kitten, you are the worst sore loser I’ve ever met.”

She puffed out her cheeks. She was well aware of that. “Nothing wrong with liking winning.”

“I didn’t say there was but you need to recognize when the odds are stacked against you.”

Jerk. Sometimes he let her win, clearly making the wrong choices when it came to placing cards, but there was none of that tonight. He was playing to win and continually doing so. “Let’s take a break,” she said, looking back at him. “Do you want something to eat?”

Scarlet eyes flicked toward the counter before returning to her. “Do you?”

“I wouldn’t mind something else to drink,” Calli admitted, starting to push her chair away from the table. She stopped when his large hand caught her wrist and blinked at him.

“I’ll get it. Hot or cold?”

“Hot.”

He nodded and stood up from the table, passing her the cards.

Fiddling with them absently, she watched him walk up to the counter. How did he look so out of place yet right at home at the same time? His larger frame seemed to dominate the cafe, even with picking the bigger location. It wasn’t just his height but the breadth of his shoulders. He commanded attention just by walking across the room and he was getting it. She could hear whispers and murmurs as he passed tables, glances at him then back at her as they traced where he’d come from. She didn’t care what they thought when they saw her, a little gleeful over the surprised looks even though it was at odds with the holiday spirit. It always amused her when she watched people approach him, attempting to flirt and only being shut down as he turned his attention back to her.

He only ever had eyes for her.

Calli looked away and down at the cards. How many tokens had he won already? The system would keep track and let him cash out once they were done but she was curious. He’d been so nonchalant with each win, ready to start the next match without giving her a moment to sulk. She highly doubted it was because he wanted to keep playing; more likely he didn’t want to deal with her bad mood.

Her nose wrinkled. No. She wasn’t going to get upset. It was just a game and just a plushie. He’d come in from the N109 to spend time with her. She needed to not be sulky.

Looking up as a cup was placed in front of her, she started to smile at him before blinked as something was pressed against her lips. She automatically opened them and bit into the pastry. “Sylus?” she mumbled after swallowing as he took his seat.

“You haven’t had anything since we got here,” he said, putting the pasty on a plate that he pushed closer to her.

Was he saying that she was grumpy because she hadn’t had any sugar? She ripped off another piece and nibbled on it. Or was it just his concern that she needed to eat more, that as soon as he took his eyes off her she was going to stop? Looking at him, she knew it was likely a combination of both. “Do you really want to keep playing?”

“Yes.”

Her nose wrinkled. “You really want to keep beating me that badly?”

“I really want to spend time with you,” he corrected, shuffling the cards and placing them in the centre of the board. “You’re the one that wanted to come here tonight.”

Because she’d thought she might have some hope of getting a prize. Instead all she was getting was pain. Sighing, she picked up her cup and sipped at the hot chocolate he’d gotten her. “Who first?”

“You.”

Of course. She took another sip before setting the cup aside and stealing herself for another loss. A frown crossed her face as she stared at the five and six she pulled, both matching a pair of the coloured cups on the table. “Sylus.”

“It’s your turn, sweetie.”

Calli stared at him but all he did was smile at her and wait for her to play a card. Huffing, she slid the six under the appropriate cup and watched the pink kitten appear inside it. “You don’t have to cheat to make me feel better.”

“Would I do that?”

She watched him play a three. “Yes.”

He chuckled and waved her on.

“I can win on my own,” she muttered, slipping the five onto the board.

“Grumpy when she loses, grumpy when she wins. Sweetie, you can’t play both sides that hard.”

Says the man who played both sides whenever it was convenient for him. “It doesn’t feel good to win when I didn’t do it on my own.”

He hummed and pulled a card. “Do you want to swap cards then? We can always trade.”

A deal always in her favour although every time she’d tried tonight he’d plucked the best card back into his hand. “No thank you.”

“Are we in a stalemate then?” Sylus asked curiously as she drew a card.

“Maybe.” Most likely since he was also drawing a card. “You could just win. There’s not much point in me winning a token or two at this point.”

“Then what’s the point?”

She gave him a look before turning to the prize machine. “I’m greedy,” she muttered.

Sylus chuckled lowly, playing a card. “So you don’t want just one, you want all of them?”

“They’re a matching set. One is nice but...they’ll be out of place.”

“Do you even have any place to put them?” he asked, playing another card that had her frowning as she realized he’d played two sixes in the coloured cups. He was ahead of her. Again.

“I’ll find space.” But at this rate she wasn’t going to get anymore than the one she’d managed to score in her games against Carrow. Her nose wrinkled as he beat her and she tossed down her cards. “Not that it matters.”

“Of course it matters,” he said smoothly, resetting the board again. “Finish your snack.”

Sighing, she slumped back in her chair and alternated between the pastry and her drink. “How many do you have?” she asked.

“Enough.”

What was that supposed to even mean? When he started to deal the cards again, she shook her head. “You win,” she said.

“We still have the table for a bit.”

She knew that but she also knew that she didn’t want to completely ruin the night and her mood was going to keep souring if she kept losing.

His legs shifted under the table, wrapping around hers and caging her in with him. “Don’t be grumpy, kitten,” he murmured.

She was trying. She just didn’t know why he’d turned on hard mode tonight. She doubted he wanted any of them for himself since he’d sighed when she’d tried to put any on display in his room. Even if he’d relented and allowed a pair of crows to sit on a shelf, his interest wasn’t in the rewards. It was in the time spent together.

“Which one do you have?” he asked quietly.

“The red one.” If she was honest, it was the one she’d wanted the most and she was glad that she’d at least gotten it. But it would have been cute lined up with the other holiday colours. It just wasn’t meant to be and she had to be content that she’d gotten lucky enough to pull it.

Sylus’ gaze slid to the machines along one wall where people were slipping in their tokens with excitement. “How many are there?”

“Four.”

He hummed before pushing away from the table. His hand on her shoulder stopped her from joining him and he pointedly looked at the pastry and drink. “Finish them,” he told her.

She frowned up at him but he didn’t say anything else as he went back to the counter. He wasn’t going to order her more food was he? They’d already had dinner before coming here so he knew she’d eaten so why was he so focused on making sure she finished these?

Turning to look out the window, she cradled the cup in her hands and watched the snow drift down lazily. The city was slowly turning into a winter wonderland and if it kept up, there would be a decent layer by the time the holiday arrived. Which would be nice. It had been a few years since they’d had any snow to go with it. The perfect weather to cuddle up inside and watch the lights reflect off the snow. Maybe she could-

Calli blinked as several items thumped gently onto the table before her eyes widened and jerked up to find Sylus beside the table again. She hadn’t taken a good look at the soft pile on the table but she was willing to bet it was a full set of the limited holiday plushies.

“What?” he asked mildly. “You didn’t think I was going to keep them for myself did you?”

She continued to stare, feeling silly that she hadn’t thought of that. She’d been too caught up in losing she hadn’t really thought about what he did every single time he won a prize when they were together. Her cheeks coloured as he chuckled and braced a hand on the table to lean down to her. She made a soft noise as he kissed her and kept staring as he moved away.

He smiled and held out a hand to her. “Come on. I should get my grumpy kitten home so she has enough time to figure out where her kittens are going to go.”

“Are you going to help me?”

“Haven’t I already?”

It wasn’t a no. A fizzy happiness welled up in her as she took his hand and she popped up onto her toes to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Sylus, and I’m sorry.”

“Forget the second bit, sweetie. I’m well equipped to deal with your claws.”

Looking at the little pile of plush, her mouth quirked. He was just well equipped to deal with her, claws or not.

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Not Yet Day 10 - Surprise Visit Love and Deepspace Sylus x f!OC 1431 Words Read on Ao3 banner by firefly-graphics

“Calli, you never mentioned that your boyfriend was loaded!”

Pulling her head out of her scrubs, Calli blinked at the woman that had swung around the lockers to face her. “Huh?”

She rolled her eyes before shaking a finger at her. “Your man. Not only is he good looking but he’s loaded as well?”

“Probably loaded in other ways too,” another voice chirped from the other side of the lockers, causing laughter through the room.

“Where is this coming from?” Calli asked warily, tugging her t-shirt down over her belly.

The other nurse’s eyes widened suddenly. “Oh, you didn’t know?”

“That he’s loaded? I already knew that.”

“Well, you’ll see soon enough!”

“Wait!” she said sharply as the other turned sharply to run away. “What the fuck are you talking about?!”

No answer came and she had the distinct impression that everyone was getting out of the locker room as quickly as they could.

Calli huffed to herself. What the hell was going on? Why would she suddenly mention Sylus like that? She’d never really hid the fact that she had a boyfriend. It would have been idiotic given how Sylus liked showing up to pick her up whenever he could and showing that they were very much together. But she didn’t talk much about what he did or where he came from. It was hard to keep the others at bay but most of them had picked up on the fact that she didn’t want to talk much about it.

Of course, that meant they started making things up. Government secret agent, mafia boss, playboy billionaire. Those were only the latest guesses she’d heard thrown around and she refused to acknowledge that she had heard them. They were having fun and Sylus always thought it was amusing when she told him.

But why would she say that?

Rolling up her scrubs, she tucked them into her bag and hefted it up. She needed to get home quickly so she could start prepping for tomorrow. While she was excited about having everyone over for holiday dinner, she wasn’t sure how it was going to go. So she wanted to get as much done tonight as she could and try to have a good night’s sleep. Then she could be ready for whatever chaos came from dinner.

She pulled on her jacket and started for the door. With any luck, transit wouldn’t be too bad and there wouldn’t be any hassles getting-

“Where are you taking her?”

“It better be somewhere nice!”

“Or maybe you should get her a ring!”

Calli paused at the chorus of voices that sounded suspiciously like the girls she worked with. Peeking around a corner, something odd happened. Her heart somehow sank and leapt at the same time. Sylus was standing near the nurses station, completely surrounded by the rest of her shift. It was them peppering him with questions! What were they doing? And what was he doing here? He’d told her he’d be busy until dinner tomorrow, wrapping up everything he could before they went on their holiday. Had he lied or had he actually wrapped up early?

“She’s deciding where we’re going.” Sylus’ smooth voice reached her, amusement laced through it. “Only she knows if it’s nice or not.”

“But you’re paying for it?”

“I am.”

“You also didn’t answer about the ring,” someone said slyly.

Her heart leapt into her throat and she hurried around the corner. They’d only been together a few months! What were they doing?! She didn’t want them to ask and she absolutely did not want him to answer!

She didn’t know if he heard her or if he somehow felt her approaching but Sylus looked up suddenly. She saw the smile spread across his face before his gaze dropped back down to the other nurses. “A ring?” he mused. “I wouldn’t be opposed but-”

“What are you doing here?” Calli interrupted, jerking to a halt on the other side of the small crowd.

The nurses all spun to face her before they all hurriedly left, saying their goodbyes and holiday wishes. Sylus continued to watch her with a smile, one eyebrow raised at her outburst. “Hello, sweetie,” he murmured, leaning down to meet her.

She reached up and covered his mouth with both of her hands. “Why would you answer that?” she whispered. “They’re just trying to get a rise out of you.”

He caught her wrists and pulled them away from his mouth. “I don’t think I’m the one they were trying to get a rise out of.”

Calli huffed, shaking her head. “But what are you doing here? Did you wrap up everything early?”

Sylus hummed, letting go of her wrists. One hand stroked over her hair while the other threaded their fingers together. “I did so I thought I would come help you tonight.”

And spend more time with you. The sentiment was unspoken but she heard it loud and clear. ��I’d like that.”

Another smile before he was leading her away from the station where the girls were still watching them like hawks, waiting for more information. His almost comment on the ring was going to make the rounds but hopefully that would die down by the time she got back. Hopefully.

She gave a little wave as people chirped their goodbyes as they walked past but Sylus didn’t stop to let her talk to them. She didn’t mind. Her thoughts were starting to pile up with all the things they needed to do to prep for tomorrow. It would be a little easier with him there but maybe she could fit in a few more things so they could relax more tomorrow. Maybe-

A small noise left her when Sylus tugged gently on her hand before wrapping an arm around her waist.

“You’re overthinking it,” he said without looking, leading her out the door. “We’ll do what we can and finish the rest tomorrow.”

“But-”

“Kitten, we have time.”

She puffed out her cheeks before sighing. He was right. She’d had enough time when it was just her. With him there, they could finish early, maybe enjoy dinner together before tucking in for the rest of the night. She didn’t say anything as he took her to his car and helped her into the passenger seat. Instead, she just snuggled into it.

His laughter roused her a little bit as he pulled away from the hospital. “Comfortable?”

“It’s better than the bus,” she teased, making him chuckle.

“I should hope so.”

Calli smiled and almost purred as a large hand came to rest on her thigh. “Definitely don’t have that on the bus,” she murmured.

His fingers tightened for a moment. “I should hope not.”

It was her turn to laugh before they fell into a comfortable silence. But he didn’t let it last for long.

“Black diamonds,” he said quietly. “Platinum.”

She frowned, turning to him. “What?”

“I said I wasn’t opposed to it, kitten. Do you really think I haven’t thought about it?”

Her frown deepened. What was he talking about? Opposed to what? What would he be using diamonds and platinum-Calli froze in her seat, staring at him. “Sylus....”

“Maybe I should,” he mused. “It’s just a ring.”

Her heart thumped in her chest, her pulse ringing in her ears. “You....”

He caught her hand and brought it to his lips. She didn’t miss which finger he kissed. “But you don’t let me buy you jewellery,” he continued. “You don’t take it when I try to give it to you. Would you turn me down if I gave you a ring?”

She didn’t know what to say, her thoughts whirling again but going in a completely different direction.

Scarlet eyes slid to her and his lips quirked up. “What are you thinking about to look like that, sweetie? Can’t a man give his lover a gift?”

“But a ring?” she squeaked.

“What’s wrong with that?” he asked smoothly. “It’s just a ring. What do you think it is?”

She didn’t know what to think! Was he serious that it was just a ring because the girls were absolutely not asking about just a ring earlier? Or was he teasing her and actually being serious?

Another look and a soothing squeeze of her hand. “But I didn’t get to finish,” Sylus said quietly. “While I’m not opposed, I know it’s not time.”

Her heart was back to pounding wildly at the mere thought that he wanted that with her. Because she heard the unspoken yet at the end of his sentence.

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Sugary Sweet Day 5 - Cookies Love and Deepspace Sylus x f!OC 1468 Words Read on Ao3 banner by firefly-graphics

“Where did you get all of these?”

“Some of them are...unique.”

“Have either of you baked before? Besides, it doesn’t always matter what they look like. What matters is how they taste.”

Pausing at the voices coming from the kitchen, Sylus had a quick debate with himself if he actually wanted to step inside to see what was going on. But the chef had found him to let him know that the twins were back in the kitchen and after the last time, no one wanted them in there unsupervised again. However, Calliope was inside so it wasn’t like they were exactly alone and they listened to her. Usually.

He finally stepped into the kitchen when they all fell silent, knowing that was never a good sign with the twins. But he found all three of them focusing on whatever it was they were doing. “What’s going on in here?” he asked, staying in the doorway.

Three heads snapped up at his voice.

“Boss!”

“Sylus! What are you doing here?” Calliope asked, smiling at him. “I thought you were working.”

“I was,” he said mildly. “Until I was cornered by a concerned chef.”

She blinked at him but the twins shared a look over her head. “Huh?”

“We’re not touching anything, boss.”

“Nope. Only the stuff Boss Lady lets us.”

“Then that’s touching something,” Sylus said dryly, leaning against the wall. “And you still haven’t answered my question.”

“We’re making cookies.”

Three words. She’d only said three words but for some reason he couldn’t wrap his head around them. “Cookies?”

“Yes. There’s an exchange at work and they’re easy to give gifts. I usually make some to give out to the people on the floor and my neighbours.”

“And you’re doing them here why?”

“Your kitchen’s better.”

She said it as if that was completely obvious and yes, it was the truth, but she had come into the N109 Zone to bake? His eyes narrowed. “How did you get here?”

“We got her, boss!”

“She didn’t want to bother you ‘cause you were working.”

Admirable but he would have gotten her. He would have preferred to get her rather than listen to people drone on about meetings and reports of what had been happening in the city. “And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“I wouldn’t have left without saying hi,” Calliope huffed at him. “I’m not that mean.”

He’d like it if she didn’t leave at all.

“Did you want to help us?”

He blinked at the request, not expecting it. The twins were looking at her now and he didn’t need to see their faces to know what their expressions were. “You want me to bake?”

“You don’t have to. You could help decorate them instead if you want.”

He hesitated for a moment. Calliope could keep them in line so he didn’t really need to supervise. What’s more, he still had work to finish and had only stepped away to make sure nothing was going to blow up. He hadn’t anticipated her being here and he didn’t know how long she was going to stay. Or when he was going to see her again since between both of their works and her flurry to get ready for the holidays, it was hit or miss.

The sweet, hopeful smile on her face decided for him and he walked further into the room. “I can stay for a bit,” he said.

The twins moved to cluster to one side of her as he claimed his spot on her other side, soaking in the wider smile she gave him. “Have you baked before?”

“No,” he said honestly. He’d made meals for himself but baking hadn’t seemed necessary at any point. His gaze moved over everything on the counter before he cocked a brow at her. “Do you really need all of this?”

“We’re making different types,” Calliope said, pointing at the different bowls. “Peanut blossoms, snicker doodles, gingerbread brownies, sugar cookies, crinkle cookies, and maybe shortbread if I feel up to it.”

Sylus eyed her for a moment and decided she wasn’t joking. Some of those names did not sound real but she was the expert in holidays, not him.“Do you usually make this much?”

“Yes. I like making them when I have time.”

He’d been in her home often enough that he had no idea how this wouldn’t take all day given the size of her kitchen.

“Which one do you want to make first?”

“Sugar cookies!” two voices chimed.

He flicked a look at the twins before shrugging. “Sugar cookies,” he echoed.

“Those are easy enough,” Calliope said, grabbing a bowl.

The recipe was basic enough but the twins were clearly excited about this and kept asking her questions while she explained what they needed to do.

“Do we need to use the cookie cutters?”

“Could we use a knife instead?”

“You need to actually mix the dough first before you can cut anything,” Calliope said dryly.

Sylus leaned a hip against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest and levelling a look at the twins. “You’re using the cookie cutters. When was the last time you cleaned them properly?”

“Last time we used them!”

Calliope looked away, turning slightly to him so he didn’t miss the way she pressed her lips together in an effort not to laugh.

“Don’t encourage them,” he muttered.

Eyes bright with laughter met his and he sighed. It was easy to forget his little kitten could be just as chaotic as the twins because she kept it locked up usually. But the more time she spent with him, and them, the cracks in her control were getting wider.

Leaning down, he stole a kiss from her mirthful mouth before turning her back to the bowl. “Give them something to do, kitten.”

She did, passing a bowl to Luke and a rolling pin to Kieran. Her instructions definitely had laughter under them but she managed to not outright laugh at them. When she was done with them, she turned back to him. “Which ones do you want to make now?”

“You’re going to let them do it without watching?”

“If they mess up, I can just make them again.”

That seemed like a waste of time but if she really wanted to make this many cookies, she would have to multitask. “Which ones do you want to make?” he countered, having zero preference when he didn’t know what half of the cookies even were.

She thought about it for a moment. “Probably the peanut blossoms. They need more time to fully cool before they can be boxed up.”

Sylus watched as she grabbed a pair of bowls before plunking one in front of him. He eyed the brightly wrapped items in it. “Kitten?”

“Can you unwrap them for me?” she asked, already adding ingredients to the bowl she had kept. “They’re chocolates. Kisses.”

He picked one up, tugging on the paper sticking out of the top to reveal the chocolate beneath. “All of them?” How many had she bought? When had she bought all of this? Had she brought all of it or had they all gone shopping before getting back to the manor?

“Mmhmm. Any we don’t use we can just eat.”

Unwrapping another, he shifted to press it to her mouth. Big eyes blinked at him from behind her glasses before she let him pop it between her lips. She was going to need the sugar now if they gave any to the twins and he didn’t need her going sour if they got too out of hand.

Before either one of them could go back to their tasks, they heard a snicker from the twins and immediately turned.

“We didn’t do anything.”

He’d believe that when the sun shone in hell. His gaze dropped to the dough that had been rolled out and the haphazard shapes that had absolutely been carved out with knives and not cookie cutters. “What is that?”

“Mephisto!”

“A dove didn’t seem appropriate,” Kieran said, holding up one of the designs.

Calliope huffed out a laugh. “For who? I’m giving them to people I know remember?”

They both stared at her before looking at the cookies. “Aren’t we getting any?”

“I didn’t say you weren’t but if you cut out weird shapes we won’t have enough dough to do enough cookies for everyone.”

The patience in her voice told him she must have been working with children recently.

“What if we had custom designs made?”

“We could have a special batch for us then.”

Sylus tried not to sigh again and made a mental note to find someone to make custom cookie cutters before the twins tried to. If he left it to them, who knew what shapes they’d wind up with.

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Unwrap Me

Rating: Explicit 16,918 words Sylus x f!OC Read on Ao3 Summary: Christmas might be over but Calli has one more present for Sylus. A smutty epilogue of the 12 Days of Christmas series. CW: plus sized oc, lingerie, dom/sub undertones, vaginal fingering, nipple play, masturbation, finger sucking, improper use of Evol, bondage, spanking, cock warming, oral sex (both receiving), face fucking, throat fucking, deep throat, cum swallowing, penis in vagina sex, mating press, prone, creampie, aftercare, a bit of a praise kink, biting, marking Minors DNI

Shaking out her curls, Calli took a deep breath before looking at her reflection. She almost didn’t recognize the woman looking back. When Sylus had told her he wanted to enjoy unwrapping his present, she had taken him seriously and put actual time and effort into finding an outfit she thought he’d like. But something she would still feel comfortable wearing. She’d wound up commissioning something in a rush, thankful and embarrassed that the tailor he employed had hired on staff to...accommodate any requests that came from her.

Thankfully, the woman hadn’t asked any questions but she’d been more than a little mischievous when she’d gone to pick up the lingerie. Now that she had it on, she could see why.

The baby doll was sheer with just enough coverage to veil her nipples without outright concealing them. The material was a crimson red across the top but the dye faded into a deeper red that was almost black the further down you went. The ribbon that held the two sides closed between her breasts had been given the same dye treatment. The panties were nearly as sheer as the top, that same deep red which was likely the only reason they weren’t completely see through. To finish the number, black stockings climbed up her legs to end in lace around midthigh.

She’d taken time while getting ready to take things a little further than she usually did. Liner and mascara to help her eyes stand out, a lipstick to match the crimson of her clothes. A dusting of edible glitter across the swells of her breasts. Her curls were loose and free, spilling across her shoulders and down her back. A pair of dark heels that gave her a couple inches but were nothing compared to his height.

Her gaze dropped to the jewellery box sitting on the counter beside her. He’d given it to her the morning of the holiday but had told her to wait to open it until she was ready for him to unwrap her. He wanted her to wear it for him and he wasn’t taking no as an answer. She’d agreed but she wished she hadn’t now that she’d seen it. But she knew that this was the only kind of situation she could wear it in. There was nowhere else she could even remotely consider wearing it.

Brushing her fingers over the gemstones, Calli pushed out a shaking breath before carefully scooping it up. She fastened the clasp around her neck, pleased and a little alarmed at the fact that while it fit snugly around her throat it wasn’t tight enough to hurt. Rubies and black diamonds glittered around her neck and spread across her chest in a lacework pattern that ended in a single dark ruby nestled just at the tops of her breasts.

It was a bold statement that loudly declared she was very much claimed and very well loved.

Twisting in front of the mirror, she tried to find something else to take care of, to stall for a little bit longer, but there was nothing. Appearance wise, she was ready and he was waiting.

She took a deep breath and turned toward the door. He’d like it no matter what she wore but she had wanted this to be special for him. She was trying to make this special for him. He’d wanted her as a gift and she had agreed.

Stepping into the room, Calli looked for him immediately and found him standing in front of the balcony doors. “Sylus?”

“Why here, kitten?” he asked, not turning. “I thought you’d had enough of snow.”

She had. “I doubt we’re going to be going outside much,” she murmured, earning a chuckle. “We aren’t across the Arctic Circle but we’re close.”

“And that matters because?”

“Polar night,” Calli said softly. “I know most people go to beaches or resorts during the winter but they’re going for the sun. You wouldn’t enjoy that much. Since we wouldn’t be going outside when the sun was out, why did we need the sun at all? I chose here because there’s barely a couple hours of sunlight every day so it doesn’t matter as much when we’re awake or not. And....”

“And?” he prompted.

She flushed a little and took a moment to gather herself. “This is supposed to be just the two of us so I thought I’d replicate the last time it was really just us.”

“The snowstorm.”

Yes. Two days alone with him with no responsibilities, no outside anything, had been as close to bliss as she had ever come. “You didn’t want to leave either,” she reminded him.

“That might not be a smart idea, kitten. I might not want to leave here either.”

A risk she was willing to take. “Do you want your present?”

She saw his smile in his reflection in the glass. “Do you want to give me my present?”

He was feeling playful. Wonderful. “Yes,” she said honestly.

Sylus watched the snow fall in the outside lights for a moment longer before he slowly turned to face her. He stopped halfway, staring openly at her.

Calli tried not to shift nervously and kept her chin up, her gaze on him. It was a little embarrassing to put herself on display like this but she had done it before. Not to this degree but it had happened. If she could convince herself this wasn’t any different, maybe she could get through it easier. Maybe. If he said something.

But she heard his slow exhale before he faced her fully. His gaze slowly slid down her body, taking his time. She fully expected him to ask her to do a little spin for him but he stayed silent.

Her eyes widened as his Evol wrapped around an armchair and moved it in front of him. He walked around it to easily settle, his gaze never leaving her. He was making it hard to breathe and he hadn’t even done anything beyond look at her. She wanted to move, to ask him what he thought, to do something, but she waited for him. She knew she had to wait for him.

The longer he stared, the more exposed she felt even though she was fully covered. Her heart was starting to pound and it was all she could do not to take little gasps of air. Her nerves were fraying and she just wanted him to say something, anything, at this point.

Sylus lifted one hand and crooked a finger at her. As if he could tell how close to breaking she was.

Swallowing her nerves, Calli took a step toward him.

“Slowly.”

Of course. If there was one thing she knew, it was that he liked appreciating her when she put herself on display like this. Didn’t matter if it was something he bought or something he just hadn’t seen before. He took his time looking at her, appreciating her, and he wanted her to give him every single second she could.

But it was hard to slow her pace, to keep herself calm, as he lounged in the chair and waited for her. She did her best, silently counting her steps and praying she didn’t break before she got to him.

His expression was pleased as she did what he wanted and stopped in front of him. She was standing between his spread legs, close enough for him to touch. But he kept his hands on the arms of the chair, slowly tapping his fingers against them.

Goosebumps rose on her skin as his eyes slowly slid down her again and she wished she knew what he was thinking. He looked pleased but he wasn’t making any effort to take her, to unwrap her. While savouring her might have been his second favourite thing in the bedroom, she shouldn’t ever forget that teasing was first. He would gladly keep her on edge for as long as she could possibly take it before giving her what she wanted. He would always give it but nights like this took her a bit to recover from.

So it was a good thing they’d be here for a week.

Her breath caught, clogging her throat, when one finger slid against her skin, tracing the top of one stocking. She did her best not to move but her leg tensed all the same as he leisurely made his way. His gaze was back on her face as she struggled to not give in to just this simple of a touch. A maddening smirk appeared on his face that had a flush spreading across hers.

“Needy kitten desperate already?” he murmured, his finger dipping between her thighs before continuing on to the next one.

“Yes,” she whispered. Nerves and anticipation. A giddy feeling in her stomach since she’d picked up the lingerie. The steadily growing want the closer they had gotten to their destination and this moment.

Sylus hummed lowly. “You’re mine tonight, Calliope,” he said, his voice wrapping around her. “That’s my present.”

She didn’t need him to elaborate to know what he meant. Swallowing, she nodded and pushed out, “Yes.”

He inhaled slowly, his hand slipping back to the first leg and curling around her thigh. “You know how to stop this,” he said quietly. “Say it.”

God, if she could barely breathe now, how was she going to last the night? He’d make sure she would but she was going to be an absolute mess by the time he was done with her. “Crow.”

A single nod from him before he tugged her forward a little bit more. “You are mine,” he repeated, his voice deeper as a possessive edge laced it.

“I’m yours.”

His fingers spread against the back of her thigh and one brushed against her ass, making her shiver. “Oh, I know, kitten, and I’m going to enjoy you tonight.”

Exhaling shakily, Calli watched him as he lazily looked her over again. One hand lifted to stroke over the gemstones of her necklace, the rough pad of his finger grazing her skin, and he hooked one finger under the choker. He gave it a tug to have her bending toward him.

He smiled again. “This looks good on you,” he purred. “Better than I expected.”

“Thank you.”

“I should have you wear it whenever we’re together,” he mused, rubbing his finger against her throat. “So everyone remembers who you belong to.”

There wasn’t a single person that saw them in the N109 that didn’t know they were together. A piece like this was more to flaunt that she was his. The thought of wearing this where people other than him could see it both terrified and excited her.

His finger came to rest at the base of her throat and pushed gently. “But I know my kitten and you wouldn’t actually like that much. Maybe I should get another one,” Sylus continued, sounding more like he was talking to himself. “Less than this so that you’ll wear it every day. Something you won’t ever take off.”

Could he feel her heart pounding? At this point, she wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it.

“Would you prefer that?” His gaze flicked up to her face. “Would you like me to get you something that shows you’re mine no matter where you are?”

God, he wanted her to speak? When the hand on her thigh dug in at her silence, she swallowed hard and whispered, “Yes.”

“Liar.”

“I would,” she protested weakly. “Wearing this....”

“Is what, kitten? Finish your sentence.”

“It’s too much,” Calli said, fighting to keep herself from whining. She didn’t think she succeeded. “Where am I ever supposed to wear this?”

“Wherever I tell you to.”

She pressed her lips together and stared at him.

Sylus smiled at her. “You already know I don’t skimp on anything,” he said mildly. “Why would you think I’d do that here? You should be used to it by now.”

She wasn’t. She didn’t even want to think about how much this necklace cost and he wanted to buy her another as if it wasn’t anything. “I’m not,” she said softly, honestly.

“What good is money if you’re not spending it?” he asked her, pulling her a little closer so her legs were pressing to the seat of his chair. “What good is my money if I’m not spending it on you?”

Staring helplessly at him, Calli didn’t say anything.

A hint of displeasure, there and gone across his face. “You’re not allowed to refuse when I give it to you.”

She had to bite her cheek to keep from refusing right now. The look on his face told her he knew she exactly what she was doing.

“You said you wanted it not even five minutes ago, kitten. Were you really lying?”

Her lower lip trembled for a moment before she took a deep breath. “Please make it something I can wear every day,” she said softly. “I’ll never take it off.”

Sylus leaned back from her, his hands sliding away as he considered her. “Never is a long time.”

But it was what he wanted so it was the right answer. She didn’t let him mark her anywhere that she couldn’t hide at work and he didn’t like that. But this? If he gave her something like this, she would always have his mark on her.

He exhaled again and tapped his fingers against the chair. “I’ll figure it out and we’ll see how long you keep it on.”

A thread of annoyance filled her at the thought that he doubted her and she lifted her chin slightly, staring back at him.

He merely smiled in response. “Are you wet yet, kitten?” he purred, making her head spin as he changed the subject. “Or have you been distracted?”

They’d certainly gone in a direction she hadn’t expected but.... A small shift on her feet, rubbing her thighs together. Her panties were definitely damp between them. “A little.”

“Wet or distracted? Use your words.”

“Both,” she admitted.

He reached out again, pushing his hands between her thighs. His palm cupped the whole of her sex before she could even think of parting them for him and he slowly pulled it back, fingers pressing against the damp material. “Only a little,” he agreed. “We should fix that. Show me where you want me to touch you.”

She knew better than to reach between her legs immediately. That wasn’t how this game went. Reaching up, she let her fingers trail along her jaw before slipping down her neck back to where he had already touched her. She traced over the necklace, feeling the smooth surfaces of the rubies and diamonds and shivering slightly. Her touch moved to follow the outline of the necklace where it rested on her chest, slowly moving toward her breasts.

His eyes followed every touch but he made absolutely no move to put his hands back on her. He wouldn’t until he was satisfied that she had shown him everything she wanted. Everything he wanted. But she could see the arousal growing in his eyes as he watched, the hunger burning in him. It was what always gave her the courage to do this for him.

Calli sighed softly as she stroked over her breasts. Even through the fabric of her baby doll, it felt good. She didn’t cup herself immediately, trailing her fingers around her nipples in slowly shrinking circles and feeling them tighten under the touch. It would have felt so much better if she didn’t have the fabric covering them but she wasn’t the one that was allowed to take it off of her. He was the one that was going to do the unwrapping and she had to keep it all on until he wanted it off.

Her back arched as she pinched her nipples lightly, a moan leaving her. She increased the pressure as she heard an approving purr leave him, rolling them between her fingers and tugging gently. It was a poor imitation of what he did with his fingers but it was the best she could do now. Her hands shifted to cup as much of her breast as she could, trapping her nipple between thumb and forefinger to continue teasing them even as she kneaded at plump flesh.

She let her head fall back and her eyes slip shut. Her hands weren’t big enough to hold all of her and she ached for the large press of his hands. His were big enough, made to curl around her and claim what was his. She wanted him to hold her, to play with her, to tease her. His palms were rough and rasped deliciously against her skin, giving her a friction she craved whenever he put his hands on her.

Rubbing her thighs together as she continued to play with her breasts, she could feel arousal dripping from her again. It was slowly building, a combination of her teasing and his watching. It would go faster if he was the one doing this but she didn’t want to ask for that yet.

He had said slowly and it wasn’t aimed solely at her.

Sighing again, she gave her breasts one last squeeze before her hands slipped down her belly. The baby doll was parted enough that she could touch skin here as she followed the hemline, stroking back and forth to make herself shiver. Even with the plush softness of her belly, his hands would still cover so much of her when he grabbed her here. He didn’t shy away from any part of her body, lavishing love and attention on all of her. If anything, he took his time with her soft bits, biting into them, sucking marks on them, digging his fingers in to bruise. More to mark, he had purred the first time she’d tried to shy away from that attention, more to love, more for him.

He made her feel so damn beautiful and desirable every time she was with him. It wasn’t only when they had sex. The way he looked at her....

Calli bit her lip as she slid the tips of her fingers under her panties. She didn’t push them lower and just followed the waistband of them, gently stroking her skin. When she reached her hips, she didn’t even pause before she started back in.

“Slowly.”

She jerked at his deep voice, not expecting him to speak suddenly. Lowering her head enough to look at him, she saw he was focused on where her hands were. She hadn’t even moved them lower but he must have known she wanted more. Her eyes stayed on his face as she licked her lips and let one hand push a little further under the fabric. The other stayed where it was, her thumb slowly swiping back and forth against the curve of her belly.

Shifting her legs apart just enough to get her hand lower, a trembling sigh left her as she dipped a finger between her folds to rub at her clit. Slow circles around it, just brushing over it, the slow tease she liked to do when they were apart and she was thinking about him. When she tried to mimic how he would slowly play with her when they had the time for him to tease her up and hold her on the edge of climax.

“Fuck,” she whispered, biting her lip as she pressed her finger fully to her clit.

“Show me,” Sylus growled.

She slipped her other hand out of her panties and reached further down to pull them aside. A small step to spread her legs wider and let him see what she was doing. Small, insistent circles on her clit that had her thighs quivering with pleasure as she thought about him doing it instead. Of how he could sink his fingers into her and keep that pressure on her clit with his thumb. How he would hold her neck to make her look at him while he made her come on his fingers. How he wouldn’t let her look away or close her eyes as pleasure swamped her.

She whimpered and let her fingers slide down to tease her entrance but it wasn’t the same. Her fingers weren’t big enough to give her the stretch that made her burn. All she could do was swipe them through slick folds and bring them back to her clit to rub it a little harder.

Calli cried out wordlessly when he gripped her wrist suddenly and pulled her away. “Please!” she begged, staring at him.

“Not yet,” he said firmly, slipping her hand out of her panties before pushing away the other one.

Before she could pout at him and try to change his mind, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and slid them down. She flushed at the low rumble of approval that left him as he watched the fabric pull away from her pussy and wondered how much of her arousal was clinging to them. She bit her lip when he moved one hand to slide through her folds, dipping the tips of two fingers just inside her before pulling away.

Her breath caught as he brought his hand to his mouth and sucked on one finger. The other hand reached up to hook into her necklace again and gave her a small tug. She didn’t resist, leaning into him and parting her lips as he pressed his damp finger to them. “Suck,” he told her lowly.

Closing around him, she did as she was told, lapping at him to lick away her juices. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, feeling him press on her tongue as he pushed his finger deeper. She didn’t stop as he slowly drew it back and out of her mouth with a wet pop.

He hummed and murmured, “Take them off.”

Her fingers were shaking as she finished pushing them down her legs to pool at her feet. She saw his eyes drop again, hungrily looking at what she had just bared to him. His tongue swiped across his lips and a deep growl spilled out of him.

“Come here,” he said shortly, holding out his hands to her.

Taking them, she stepped out of her panties, too turned on to think about anything as his gaze stayed focused on the dark curls at the apex of her thighs. She forced her fingers to open and let go of him when she was done but she gasped when he caught her hands again to hold on.

“Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes,” she whispered and wondered if either one of them believed that. She did her best but sometimes she wasn’t good at all.

Sylus smiled at her and pulled her forward sharply.

Gasping again as she fell into his lap, she nearly crashed into him as he didn’t let go before his Evol curled around her. He eased her into position, straddling his lap but keeping her from settling in it. Her head fell back on a moan as his Evol slid between her legs, rubbing against her slick sex.

“Look at me.”

She wanted to whine, to beg him to let her enjoy this, but it was his present. Tucking her chin down to her chest, she met his gaze as trembles ran through her. He was prodding gently at her now, a portion of the mist solidified to ease just inside her before pulling out. Slowly repeating, barely penetrating, just stretching her. She panted softly, fighting the urge to push her hips down to try to take more of it.

A lazy smile curled his mouth as he relaxed back in the chair and let his gaze fall down to her heaving chest. She was testing the limits of that poor ribbon as she tried to breathe and god only knew what kind of show she was putting on for him. His lips twitched up further and she bit into her lip as two more wisps slid inside the baby doll to tease her nipples.

They curled and twisted, not quite enough to hurt, but she wanted to sob from the pleasure he was giving her. He still wasn’t sinking any deeper inside her, seemed content to merely stretch her entrance in a tease of what she was going to get. If she behaved.

She mewled brokenly as a new wisp slid against her clit, her hips bucking forward. Her eyes squeezed shut as a thicker coil wrapped around her middle to jerk her back and hold her in place. “I’m sorry,” she pushed out. “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” he purred, “but you still did it.”

She expected it as soon as he let go of her hand but Calli still made a strangled sound as his hand cracked against her ass. The only thing that kept her still was his Evol wrapped around her. Her thighs quivered as the rest of his Evol stilled against her, teasing her with what she had had by resting against her skin but not moving. A whimper as he smacked her again, the harsh sound filling the room and her ears. She bit her lip, meeting his gaze as the third landed on sensitive skin.

Quivering on his lap, she didn’t move even as she felt the pressure around her waist dissipate and waited for him. His hand was still on her ass, pressing against the spot he had smacked. She swallowed as he squeezed, his fingers digging into her. Inhaling sharply as his Evol rubbed against her again, she kept as still as she could when it pressed between her legs. She wasn’t a fool, she could tell that he’d enlarged it, stretching her further. Still not as much as his cock would once he gave it to her, but enough she could tell.

Her fingers tightened on his hand as he kept it just inside her, no longer easing it in and out. He kept it there while the wisps began rubbing over her again, including the one between her legs. She clenched her teeth, willing herself not to move as pleasure started to fill her again. He was back to watching her, leaned back in the chair and fingers slowly kneading at her ass.

Calli swallowed hard and let him play with her. This was his present after all and she wasn’t going to spoil it for him. But it took all of her willpower to keep herself from moving. She knew how good it would feel to rock against his Evol, to move it against her, inside her, but she really wasn’t looking to be spanked again. It was likely to happen again before the night was over but not so soon. God, she wanted to move though! She was already close and it would feel so good to come around his Evol.

Biting her lip, she tried to breathe as she trembled on top of him. He was still just watching her, his thumb moving slowly back and forth against her but that was the extent of it. He wouldn’t give her anymore than he already was.

Scarlet eyes held her captive as she fought not to orgasm. But it was getting harder and harder. The wisps were a constant pressure against her now, twisting and tugging on her nipples while the one on her clit was firmly rubbing circles. The thickness between her legs had her clenching around it, wanting his cock to stretch and fill her out instead. All of it was pushing her to a climax she wasn’t supposed to give in to yet.

The anticipation was going to kill her. She wanted him to touch her so damn bad. She knew how to tease herself, knew what she liked, and could make herself come easily enough. She knew how to tease her body to keep herself on edge while he watched her writhe. But knowing that this teasing was going to end with him touching her, him taking her? She wanted that more than anything else.

Long fingers curled under her chin and lifted her up. She hadn’t even realized she’d dropped it. “Look at me, kitten,” Sylus said. “You’re doing so good. Don’t ruin it now.”

She whimpered as he pushed deeper into her. “Sylus,” she whined.

He smiled at her, a sharpness to it but she could see how pleased he was. “Use your words.”

“Please let me come,” she whispered. “Please. Please I want to come.”

He considered her as she quivered on his lap. She did her best not to look pathetic but she wanted to come. A small noise spilled out of her as the hand on her ass moved, trailing around her thigh until he could slide it between her legs. It became a shrill shriek as he pushed the Evol deeper inside her and she had to fight against every instinct she had to push back. Her fingers dug into his shoulder as she clung to him, panting desperately.

She felt a tear track down her cheek as he watched her, biting down on her lip in an effort to keep some semblance of control.

Sylus gripped her chin harder and reached his thumb up to pull her lip out from between her teeth. He pulled it down gently before purring, “Give it to me.”

Her moan filled her ears, echoing in the room, as she clenched down on his Evol. He was moving it now, barely, but it was enough. Her breath hitched as a shudder ran through her and she clung to his shoulders with both hands. He hadn’t let her go so she couldn’t throw her head back but her back arched as she cried out in pleasure. It ripped through her with force and left her shaking in his lap.

Whimpers tumbled out of her as he didn’t let up. His Evol was still caressing her, drawing out every bit of pleasure he could and then some.

A gasp left her when the Evol buried in her suddenly disappeared, her clenching muscles left holding nothing and she whined at the sudden loss. “Sylus,” she murmured, “please. Give it back. Let me have it. Please. I-” She snapped her mouth shut when his Evol wrapped around her waist again but hauled her down this time. His cock easily slid inside her, even as she squeezed around him.

Sylus smiled at her as she stared, little mewls leaving her. “Give it back?” he repeated teasingly. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

Calli shook her head quickly. “No,” she pushed out, her voice shaking.

“I didn’t think so.” His voice had dropped into a purr this time.

It was hard to breathe. Her body was still humming from the orgasm, his Evol gently stroking her breasts, but all she could think about was how full she felt. Even with him fucking his Evol into her, it wasn’t his cock. He’d bottomed out in her on that single pull downward, filling her completely. She let her head loll back on a quiet exhale, enjoying him. Enjoying the way he stretched her out.

When the Evol eased up around her, she shifted on her knees to find a better position over her but she stopped as he gripped her thighs.

“Stay,” he said firmly, “and do not come until I tell you.”

Breathing heavily, Calli nodded, unable to find her voice. This was no different from any other time she had cock warmed him. She couldn’t let it be different. It didn’t matter that she was squeezing him in the aftermath of her orgasm. She couldn’t let it matter.

“Kiss me.”

She leaned into him, shivering as he shifted inside her, and pressed her lips to his. It was slow and deep as he let her lead for now. She twined her tongue around his, slipping her fingers into his hair and lightly scratching his scalp. His low rumble of pleasure made her sigh happily and she slowly leaned back from him. “Love you,” she mumbled.

His gaze softened slightly and he rubbed over her lower lip again. “Sit still,” he warned her.

Calli nodded again, purring softly as he gave her a kiss.

“Lean back,” he told her.

Slowly unwinding her fingers from his hair, she carefully moved, acutely aware of how he shifted inside her. She reached back to plant her hands on his thighs and let out a long breath. God, she felt so fucking full.

The hand on her chin shifted down to trail along her neck. He stroked her necklace again but barely lingered on it. It wasn’t until he cupped her through her baby doll that she realized he’d removed the Evol wisps teasing her. But the warmth of his hands through the fabric was far more welcome. Would be even better if he ripped the clothes off of her.

A shiver wound down her spine before she froze as he squeezed her gently.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” he said lowly, tweaking her nipples.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Watch me.”

She tucked her chin down so she could see his hands. A breath tumbled out of her at how large they were. It was hardly a new revelation, but seeing his fingers stretched out to cover her, to cup and knead at soft flesh, to see the way she still spilled over him. Not coming was going to be so much harder now that he was touching her.

“So eager,” he chided gently, giving her another squeeze. “So fucking needy.”

A whine caught in her throat. She was this way because of him. He was her only lover and every response she ever gave was because of him.

His smile was sharp again as he watched her quiver on top of him. He cupped her breasts fully, running his thumbs slowly over her nipples. The friction from the fabric made her want to crawl out of her skin after the easy glide of his Evol against her. She swallowed hard as he pinched them between thumb and forefinger, tugging on them.

“You look good like this,” he continued, one hand trailing down her belly and smoothing over her. “All wrapped up and needy for my cock.”

She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying not to react to those words, before opening her eyes again.

“So fucking beautiful,” he purred, pressing on her belly a little. “So fucking good at taking my cock.”

“Sylus,” Calli mewled, flushing at the praise.

“I can feel you trying not to come. Felt you squeezing while you came and gripping my cock like a good girl.” He paused for a moment, exhaling slowly as she squeezed him in response. “You like being full and dripping onto me? Making a mess of me?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“I’m going to make a mess of you,” he promised.

God, she fucking hoped so. His hand had come back up to cup her breast and he was switching between firm kneads and playful tugs at her nipples. The muscles in her stomach were jumping with every touch as she struggled to stay still. Her arms were trembling slightly and her fingers were digging into his thighs. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything.

She gasped sharply when he leaned forward, clenching around him as he moved inside her. Her eyes widened as she saw him catch the silk ribbon between his teeth, her breath hitching. She watched as he smirked up at her before he leaned back, pulling the bow loose as he went. Her body shook as the baby doll parted fully and his hands pressed to her belly again.

Sylus let the ribbon slide from his mouth even as he slowly stroked up her body. He wrapped his hands around her waist, purring at the soft give of her body and making her flush more. “So soft,” he praised, rubbing his thumbs against her ribs. “You were made to take me, baby, weren’t you?”

Weakly nodding, she licked dry lips and made a soft, positive noise. Her voice was gone as she watched the desire on his face deepen as he openly stared at her. The adoration was still so overwhelming that she would have tried to hide from it if she could. But he never let her.

“Sitting so pretty,” he continued, sliding his hands up further so his thumbs were under the heavy curve of her breasts. “Giving me my present.”

She was panting softly, waiting for him to touch her again.

Crimson eyes flicked up to her face and his smile deepened. “Look at you,” he breathed. “One orgasm and a little cock warming and you’re already falling apart? How are you going to last the night?”

She really didn’t know. She knew that she had agreed to this, come up with the idea, but she was already on edge and he had only gotten started with her.

He tutted gently at her before covering her breasts with his hands.

She moaned but it still sounded like a whine. “Please,” she begged when he didn’t do more than hold her. “Please, Sylus.”

“What, sweetie? What do you need?”

Him. God, she needed him. “Please touch me.”

“I am. Can’t you feel me?”

Whimpering, she kept herself from pushing into his touch. “More,” she begged. “Please. Can I have more?”

His smile deepened and she cried out as he leaned back into her, resting his chin on her chest for a moment. “More?” he echoed, turning his head to press a kiss to the side of her breast.

“Your mouth,” she pleaded, trembling as his breath washed over her. “Bite me, mark me, use me. Please, I’m yours.”

A low noise rumbled out of him and she screamed as his teeth dug into the soft flesh of her breast. He squeezed her in his hands, holding her still for him. She was panting again as he lifted his mouth from her but his lips moved against her as he said, “Don’t regret saying that, sweetie.”

She wouldn’t. It was his present. She was his present. And she trusted him.

He pressed sharp kisses across the top of her breast, his teeth scraping against her as he continued to nip at her but nothing as hard as the first one. He paused once to suck a red mark that she absolutely wouldn’t be able to hide. He continued his path around her and cupped her to lift her nipple to his mouth.

Calli couldn’t help how she clenched around him when his gaze met hers, his lips a breath away from her pebbled nipple. The pink bud looked almost sinful against his mouth, waiting for him to take it. She saw his brows draw together slightly as she didn’t stop squeezing him but she couldn’t stop. It wasn’t technically moving and he hadn’t told her she couldn’t.

His eyes narrowed at her before his tongue slipped out to swirl around her, ending with a flick. She shivered and bit down on her lip, watching him and fighting the urge to arch her back and push herself into his mouth. He licked her again, the flat of his tongue dragging over her in a slow pass that had her holding her breath.

If he kept up this pace, she was going to pass out.

A faint crinkle at the corner of his eyes to show his amusement before he was closing around her, pulling her into his mouth to suck She mewled softly, wanting nothing more than to bury her hands in his hair and keep him to her. But she clutched at his pants and held on as he kept her in his mouth, rolling her on his tongue. Her breaths came harder as he closed his teeth around her nipple and held her in place while he flicked his tongue against her.

All while he kept his eyes on her face, watching every single reaction she gave him.

Her skin felt like it was on fire, pleasure coiling in her belly. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the thick fullness of him inside her. Every flick of his tongue made her want to push her hips down. Every suck made her want to grind against him, rub her clit against him until she came. She wanted to squeeze him until he came inside her, painting her with his cum before he fucked it back into her.

“Fuck,” she whined, her thighs trembling as she got ahead of herself again.

A wet pop filled her ears as he pulled away from her breast and turned to rub his face against the other. “Don’t,” he warned her, his voice low.

She was trying! She was trying so damn hard!

His teeth grazed over her other nipple and she screamed as he closed his mouth around her areola and bit down.

But that small flash of pain was enough to push her over.

Calli whined as her orgasm ripped through her. Or maybe it was Sylus sharply leaning back from her, dropping his hands as he watched her come on him. She could feel the weight of his gaze but she couldn’t stop it now. Shuddering, she pressed her lips together to try to keep her noises to a minimum. She could feel how she was squeezing him and she wished he would move, give her a little of the friction she wanted.

Taking a shivering breath as the pleasure subsided, she didn’t look at him immediately, staring at his chest. The silence was weighing on her but she wasn’t going to break it first. Couldn’t. Her cheeks were still flushed but it wasn’t just the pleasure that was colouring them now.

“I told you not to come.”

She bit her lip at how low his voice was.

“And you did.”

It was impossible not to make a small noise and she still didn’t look at him. “I did,” she agreed, her voice soft.

“Get down.”

Her legs were shaking as she moved to push herself off him and she was quick to sink to her knees in front of him. Although, she might have collapsed. She wasn’t sure.

“Look at me.”

Another breath for courage and she lifted her eyes to meet his. She didn’t let herself linger on his cock, slick from her cunt, and she didn’t let herself lick her lips. Her hands stayed in her lap but she pressed them against her thighs to keep them from trembling as she looked into his eyes.

His expression was bored but his eyes were hot. Arousal, certainly, but something else. She’d crossed a line he had put down and now she would need to make it up to him. However he wanted. “Open your mouth.”

Oh. She didn’t squirm even though a rush of arousal ripped through her as she knew what was coming. Letting her jaw drop, she didn’t look away from him and waited.

Sylus stared down at her, propping one arm against the chair and resting his chin against his fist. Beyond being a little rumpled from her hands, he didn’t look like she’d just been sitting on his cock. Well, except for his erection being completely free of his pants.

She kept as still as she could but she could feel her arousal dripping out of her. He might not have come yet, but there was a sticky mess between her thighs already. She tried to quiet her breathing, very aware of how she was nearly completely naked in front of him. The sides of the baby doll were hanging off her shoulders, leaving her essentially bare.

“Clean it,” he said lowly.

She shivered before lifting up on her knees. Shuffling closer to him, she didn’t touch him. Bracing her hands against the floor, she leaned over his lap and ran her tongue along the length of him. She could taste herself on him and she hummed softly. Trailing her tongue up to the tip, she swirled it around him and pulled back to swallow the precum she had lapped up.

Exhaling slowly, she opened her mouth again before closing her lips around his head and sucking gently. She curled her tongue around him, licking away every trace of her orgasm she had left on him. Then she slid further down him and did it again and again until he bumped into the back of her throat. She held him there for a moment before sliding back up him.

She pulled off with a hum and leaned in to run her tongue along him again. She froze when his hand slid into her hair and tipped her up to look at him again. She kept her mouth open, her tongue still extended, and waited. A noise left her as his hand slipped down to cup her cheek.

“You’re not done yet,” Sylus told her, turning her back to his cock.

There was no resistance in her as she took him back into her mouth but she moaned faintly as he guided her down him. He rubbed her cheek for a moment before his hand moved back into her hair. She wasn’t surprised at all when he pushed on her, making her take more of him into her mouth. She barely managed to get a quick breath in before he hit the back of her throat.

He held her there for a moment and let her pull back just a little. But it was a small reprieve before he was pushing on her again.

Calli squeezed her eyes shut as he slid into her throat, feeling tears prick at her eyes. She swallowed around him and heard him hiss above her. He pressed a little deeper before he was pulling back. She swallowed again as he slipped out of her mouth, coughing slightly and licking her lips. She barely got her mouth open again before he was tapping against her lips.

Flattening her tongue under him, she took him into her throat this time without prompting and held him there for as long as she could. She didn’t let him fully leave her mouth this time, hollowing her cheeks to suck on his head. He groaned as she swirled her tongue around him before bobbing along him quickly. She could feel saliva dripping down her chin as she pulled away to lick at the thick tip but she didn’t move to wipe it away.

Sylus made a low noise as she pressed open mouthed kisses down the length of him. She shifted on her knees when it became a broken moan when she sucked his balls into her mouth. His fingers dug into her hair and his nails scraped against her. She thought he moaned her name as she sucked on him, running her tongue over them slowly but she couldn’t hear him over her own humming.

Flicking a look up at him, pleasure washed through Calli. His head was thrown back against the chair, a flush across the tops of his cheeks and his mouth open as he breathed heavily. She did this to him. She brought him this pleasure. Letting him go with a wet pop, she huskily whispered, “Use me.”

His fingers twitched against her head and he tipped his chin down to look at her through narrowed eyes.

Running her tongue back up his cock, she sucked on the tip before taking more of him. She moved to take as much as she could without pushing him into her throat and held him there, just at the edge. But she protested faintly when he pulled her away from him and pushed her back onto her heels. “Sylus?” she mumbled.

He pushed out of the chair and lifted her up onto her knees. “Use you?” he repeated, holding her so her mouth was on level with his erection. “That’s what you want?”

She blinked up at him, not sure how to answer that. She wanted whatever he wanted today. She wanted him to feel good. She wanted him to feel good because of her.

“Open,” he said, taking himself in hand and tapping the head against her lips.

Parting her lips, she stuck out her tongue again and hummed as he smacked his cock against her. He eased it inside her month, sliding along her tongue, before he pulled back.

“Keep it open,” he warned her.

Calli nodded.

“You know what to do if it’s too much.”

Her hands came up to his thighs, resting against them before she tapped one of them twice.

“Good girl.”

She kept her eyes on his face as he pushed back into her mouth, his hips rolling slowly but steadily. She made a soft sound and didn’t miss the shudder he failed to hide. Her lips curved upward slightly but she didn’t let herself do anything else yet.

His eyes narrowed at her. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked lowly.

She hummed again, closing her lips around him to suck on him as he slid out of her mouth. She gripped his pants when he pushed in a little faster, bumping into the back of her throat again. Swallowing reflexively, she kept her tongue flat against him and tried to pull in a breath before he could do it again. If this was what he wanted, he was going to make a mess of her fast.

He hummed in response, his thrusts not slowing as he fucked into her mouth. But he didn’t push further into her throat, he kept his thrusts relatively short and didn’t give her everything. He would but he was making her wait for it.

She squeezed him when his free hand pulled one of hers away from his leg, threading their fingers together. It was an oddly sweet gesture to go along with such a lewd act but she held on as he slowly rubbed circles on the back of her hand. He was still staring down at her, the hard edge to his gaze shifting further into arousal the longer he did this.

She wasn’t surprised when his hips moved faster, fucking himself further into her mouth and pushing into her throat. She swallowed around him when he lingered, enjoying the sharp sounds he made each time she did.

“Is that what you want? Is that why you wanted me to use you?” he asked, panting softly. “You wanted me to shove my cock down your throat?”

Calli whined as he did that, pushing nearly the whole of his length into her mouth. She tried not to gag as he didn’t move, the hand at the back of her head keeping her there as long as he wanted, before he pulled out of her completely. She sucked in a breath as quick as she could, coughing a little, and dropping her gaze for only a moment to see the threads of saliva between her mouth and his cock. Her eyes snapped back up when he squeezed her hand and it was the only warning she got before he was fucking himself back in.

She dug her fingers into his thigh and knew her short nails were marking the back of his hand. It was all she could do to hold on as whatever restraint he had was gone. Quick, messy thrusts without fully pulling out of her mouth before pressing into her throat to hold himself there and force her to swallow around him. Again and again. A pattern she quickly got used to and had heat pooling between her legs.

This wasn’t as hard as he could fuck her and, while she appreciated him sparing her throat that, her pussy ached at the thought of how hard he was going to use her later.

No more lewd teasing from him as he swore sharply under his breath, his own grip on her enough to bruise. He didn’t move her head, instead holding her still and steady as he took her. He knew what he wanted and he was going to get it.

She knew her make up was running as tears tracked down her cheeks but she didn’t care. She’d known what she was walking into, known he was going to ruin her well before the night was over. But she didn’t want him to stop. She’d come twice already and she’d told him to use her. She wanted him to come.

The flush darkening his cheeks told her he was close. Would he be stubborn and try to hold out to prove that he could when she couldn’t? Or would he give in after being squeezed by both her cunt and her throat?

Her eyes closed for a moment at the flash of pleasure that filled her at that thought.

“Open,” Sylus growled.

More tears spilled over as she blinked her eyes open and looked up at him as best she could with how he was fucking into her mouth. He was almost never this rough with her and it was lighting her up inside. He was only like this when she agreed to it but this was beyond the usual. Was it because she had given herself as a present? Or because she’d told him to use her?

She heard the telltale hitch in his breathing, the tension rolling off of him, but she still made a noise when he pushed as deep as he could and stopped.

“Swallow it,” he ordered.

She didn’t really have a choice as he held himself in her throat but she felt his thighs tensing under her hand as she swallowed around him before he even started coming. His hand tightened in her hair and around hers, a low moan spilling out of him. His cock jerked against her and she swallowed as he came in her throat. She could feel more tears tracking down her cheeks as he didn’t pull out of her immediately, clearly enjoying himself as he kept coming and forcing her to keep swallowing.

She coughed roughly as he pulled out, slowly dragging his cock over her tongue. She flicked it against him as he slipped out of her mouth, trying to catch the last of his cum clinging to him and swallowing again. Sucking in a sharp breath, she winced at how raw her throat felt and tried to keep herself from collapsing against him. She curled her fingers into his pants and clung to him like a lifeline while her body shook. His hands were still tight on her and she stared up at him, watching as his chest heaved as well.

He recovered first, looking down at her as she sank back on her heels. He let go of her to cup her face with both hands, leaning down to her while he stroked her cheekbones. “Are you alright?” he asked, his eyes moving over her face.

She nodded, still panting. Turning into his palm, she nuzzled against him, just wanting to catch her breath for a moment. “Yes,” she whispered after a moment, wincing as even the one word hurt her throat.

Whining as his hands left her face, it stopped abruptly as his arms wound around her and he lifted her off the floor. Her shoes clattered to the floor and she barely had time to grab onto him before he was laying her on the bed. She stared up at him as he moved back from her, trying not to whine again. But he didn’t go far and started pulling off his clothes.

Calli gripped the blanket as he hauled his sweater over his head, pressing her thighs together as his body came into view. Maybe she could convince him later to let her touch him, to let her play a little. Maybe not tonight but they were here for a while so maybe another night. She licked her lips as he roughly shoved his pants down his legs, not missing the way he was still hard. His stamina was likely to be the death of her.

But her gaze lingered on his cock, not missing how slick it was with both her saliva and his cum. She wanted him again.

“Greedy,” Sylus breathed, stretching out beside her and putting a hand on her shoulder to keep her flat on her back. His touch moved to gently stroke her throat, running back and forth over where he’d just been. “Give yourself a rest.”

They weren’t here to rest though. His cock was pressing against her thigh, twitching slightly, and she knew he was far from done. “But you....”

His eyes narrowed at how raspy her voice was but she couldn’t tell if he was pleased or upset. “I’ll get what I want,” he assured her, leaning over to kiss her slowly. “So you just lay there and rest.”

That seemed like the complete opposite of what he wanted. But she didn’t say anything as he pressed kisses to the corner of her mouth and along her jaw. Soft encouraging noises left her as he kissed under her ear, his tongue laving at sensitive skin. She melted back into the blankets as he continued to gently kiss her, his hand moving along her chest to cup her breast again.

Sighing, she closed her eyes to just feel him as he made his way along her body. His lips followed the same path as his hands, working their way down to her breasts again. Squirming a little as he only gave her featherlight kisses, she did arch her back this time, offering herself. He pushed her back down, a quiet chuckle washing over her skin.

“I told you to rest,” he chided gently. “You’re not being very good at following directions today.”

Her mouth flattened and she exhaled shortly through her nose. Yes, she wanted to catch her breath but that didn’t mean he had to shift gears this hard. He knew she wasn’t going to break if he-A trembling moan left her as he took a nipple into his mouth, slowly sucking on it before letting it go with a wet noise.

“Let me enjoy my present how I want to,” Sylus told her.

She peeked her eyes open and found him looking up at her, mouth hovering over her breast. His hand was full of the other, slowly kneading at her. Closing her eyes again, she made herself relax into the bed. He was right. Just because she’d had expectations for what he would do didn’t mean he was going to do them. It was his present and she- “Sylus,” she moaned as he took her in his mouth again.

Her fingers twitched against the blankets at the long, slow sucks he gave her, swirling his tongue around her nipple with low hums of pleasure. She shivered as he nipped at her, not nearly as hard as before, but enough to make her heart race. His teeth scraped against the soft skin on the underside of her breast and he lingered long enough to work a mark into her.

Could he feel how hard her heart was pounding as he kissed his way over to the other breast to give it the same attention? He must have because her pulse was roaring in her ears while his hand smoothed over her belly again. She moaned as he latched onto her nipple, sucking and licking a little harder than before. But her attention was torn as his hand swept over her belly, stroking out to her hip to squeeze it before coming back in to press on her.

She bit her lip as his hand slid down further and shifted her thighs just apart. Her face heated when he chuckled against her breast, sucking a mark onto the top of it.

“You want another?” he teased, kissing the mark and over her breast. “You want me to make you come again?”

Maybe. Yes. But that was being greedy when she was the present. God, she really was bad at this. “If you want to,” she whispered.

His lips curved into a smile she could feel against her breast. “If I want to?” he echoed, his fingers stroking just below her navel. He hummed against her before taking her nipple back into his mouth and returned to slowly sucking on it. Long, lazy pulls again that reminded her he had all night to enjoy her how he wanted. His hand stayed right were it was, stroking back and forth.

Calli clutched at the blanket again, wishing that it was him under her hands. She wanted to feel the muscles in his back bunch as he teased her, to feel the tension in him and know that he was as on edge as she was. He was so much better at hiding it than she was, but his body always told her exactly what she wanted to know. But she kept them on the blankets because he hadn’t told her she could touch him yet. She wasn’t sure he was going to.

She shivered when he pulled away from her nipple and blew gently on it. He hummed softly before he shifted so he could kiss along her belly but it quickly shifted into bites hard enough to leave marks and more sucking. She was going to be absolutely covered by the time he was done with her which was likely what he wanted.

A startled moan left her when his hand slid down between her thighs to cup her again, his fingers rubbing slowly against her. It was all she could do to keep from closing her legs on him again.

“When do I not want to?” he purred against her skin.

He was still kissing and marking her belly, taking his time as he let his fingers slide back and forth against her slick folds. She knew he wanted her to relax but she was the furthest thing from it as he played with her. Her thighs fell open a little more, a silent plea for more.

Sylus kissed her hip and scraped his teeth against her. “You’re still so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice low as he pushed one finger between her folds to slowly rub against her entrance. “You liked me using you like that?”

It wasn’t something she thought she could handle all the time, especially not with him being rougher than usual, but.... “Yes,” she whispered.

A soft, thoughtful sound from him as his finger teased around her entrance. He kissed along her thigh, feather soft this time. He made his way down to her knee and rubbed his cheek against her before he let it rest on her. She didn’t need to look to know he was watching his fingers moving through her sex. The weight of his gaze was pressing into her but she didn’t open her eyes.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said quietly, making her flush further.

Her eyes screwed tightly shut as his fingers parted her, letting him see just how desperate she was to be filled again. God, she wanted him inside her again. Evol, fingers, cock, she didn’t care. She just wanted him in her.

Sylus kissed along the inside of her thigh, leaving marks this time. He spread her legs further as he settled between them and gripped both of her thighs to keep her open. “And all fucking mine,” he growled, his breath washing over her and making her cry out.

Wet kisses to her labia, sucking and pulling on her enough to make her squirm. His fingers dug into the plush of her thighs as he felt her push to try to close them, keeping her wide open for him as he continued to take his time with her. She whimpered as he kept her exactly where he wanted her, her strength no match for his any day of the week. If he wanted her legs open, they were going to stay open.

She squirmed as his hair tickled her thighs but froze when he turned his head to bite into her leg. “I can’t help it,” she whined.

His tongue flicked against her skin, slowly tracing a line back to her sex. He didn’t say anything and his hands slid down her legs until he could use his thumbs to part her again. “Keep them open,” he said against her, making her shudder, “or I will.”

She didn’t need him to finish that threat. If he did it, he’d use his Evol and she wouldn’t get out of it for the rest of the night. Forcing her fingers open, she felt them shake as she reached down to hook them under her knees. Stars burst behind her lids as he purred into her as she pulled them back a little and kept them spread. God, if she came again before he even really touched her, she’d be so embarrassed. It didn’t matter that she felt sensitive enough to do it, that was a little too easy.

Her inner muscles clenched as he pressed a kiss to her clit, flicking his tongue across it. “Fuck,” she whispered, shaking.

“Soon,” he promised her. “But I need you relaxed.”

She was anything but that! She felt like a live wire waiting to explode. Relaxing was the last thing on her mind. Her teeth sunk into her lip as he kissed down her folds, nudging his nose against her clit as his tongue circled her entrance. But it did nothing to stop the noises spilling out of her as he lapped at her arousal slowly, taking his time cleaning her. Even though he was going to make a bigger mess of her shortly.

Swallowing hard, she quivered as his tongue slipped inside of her, rubbing and licking at what he could reach. He didn’t linger before licking a stripe back up to her clit and circling it with the tip of his tongue. He gently lapped at the little bud before he closed his mouth around her. But when he didn’t suck immediately on her, she rocked her hips slightly.

It earned her a swat and had her stilling.

“Relax, sweetie,” Sylus murmured, brushing his lips against her. “Let me have you.”

Her eyes rolled slightly before she blew out a breath. A consummate tease. That was what he was. He could, and would, have his wicked way with her but he wanted to tease her into oblivion first, have her a limp mess that only wanted him to take her. Have her so desperate and ready for his cock and cum that she’d let him fuck her however he wanted.

She just had to survive getting there.

Her nails bit into her skin as he slid his finger inside her, sucking absently at her clit as he did. There was nothing absent about the way he pushed it in as far as he could and slowly drug it along her walls as he pulled it out. She let out a short breath as he did it again, arching her back and wishing she could push against him. But that would mean letting go of her legs and she didn’t want him to stop.

She moaned as he slipped a second finger inside her, turning his hand so he could push down on her, opening her up as he fucked them into her. Wet sounds filled her ears as her heart pounded with every push. He was still sucking so slowly at her and it made her want to scream. Her legs strained against her hold, wanting to push against him and fuck herself onto his fingers. She wanted to let go of her legs and grab his hair to hold him tight to her. She wanted him to fuck her into the mattress until she was screaming his name.

God, she really was so bad at this.

His chuckle made a breathless shriek spill out of her, almost like he knew what she was thinking. He always knew what she wanted and, even with his face buried between her legs, this was no different. She whined at him as he pulled away from her clit with a parting lick. “Sweetie,” he murmured, pressing a wet kiss to her thigh and chuckling again as it trembled. “You’re usually better than this.”

Was she? She felt like he got his hands on her and she turned into a needy wreck. Was everyone like this with their partner? Did everyone feel this kind of greed when it came to their lover? She had nothing to compare it to and didn’t want to. “Sorry,” she mumbled thickly, trying not to pant as he kept thrusting his fingers into her.

“You aren’t.” Another kiss, this one with a little teeth, before he lowered his head back to her clit and fastened his mouth over her.

She did scream as he hummed against her, his fingers curling to stroke her g-spot. She writhed against him, unable to stay completely still and her hold on her legs wavered. Before they could land on his shoulders, she felt his Evol curl around them and pull them back. Her hands scrambled to stay on them, gripping her knees, before she shuddered as more of his Evol curled around her breasts. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, tossing her head.

He somehow shifted closer, fitting himself tight to her. His next suck was anything but slow or lazy and had her toes curling in the air. She yelled his name as he didn’t pull away and continued the deeper sucking, pushing his fingers into her in time with his sucks. He was doing it hard enough she felt her body moving but his Evol was keeping her in place, whispering over her skin in gentle caresses.

Whimpering, Calli tried to breathe. This was almost too much. She’d wanted more and he was giving it but she was still only human.

His purr against her as her walls fluttered around him made her twist in a desperate attempt to get away from him. His Evol tightened on her immediately, his hand curling around her body to press flat against her belly and pinning her in place. She cried out as his Evol curled around her nipples, plucking at them in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

Her head spun as he pushed her closer and closer to her orgasm, broken noises tumbling out of her she couldn’t control anymore. She gasped for air and swore she saw spots across her vision.

Screaming his name, Calli barely heard the pleased groan that left him as she came around his fingers. She completely lost the grip on her legs, her hands moving into his hair to hold on and his Evol keeping them up for her. He wouldn’t be budged as he continued to suck at her, his fingers still rubbing against her walls while they clutched at him. Her back arched off the bed, his Evol loosening enough to allow her that, but it kept her in place as she shuddered.

“Please,” she whimpered, tugging weakly at his hair as his fingers slipped from her and his mouth slid down to push his tongue inside her. His nose rubbed against her swollen clit and she jerked harshly. “Sylus, please!”

He didn’t move, greedily lapping at her arousal. He growled deep in his throat when she pulled at his hair again before his Evol slid between her fingers to pull her away from him. She moaned as he caged them together before pinning them above her head but it broke into a sob quickly.

He had her well and truly trapped. Exactly as he had warned he would. All she could do was quiver on the bed as he pushed her past pleasure and into over stimulation. Tears pricked at her eyes, spilling over as everything in her screamed for him to stop.

Panting heavily, Calli stared at the ceiling without seeing it as he finally moved away from her. She mumbled something incoherent as he kissed up her body and she could feel how wet his face was. How wet she’d made his face. She melted further into the bed when his mouth covered hers. She could taste herself on him again and her fingers curled into tight fists. Or maybe it was because of how deeply he was kissing her. Or that she could feel the thick length of him pressing to her sex.

Sylus pulled back just enough to rub his nose against hers and murmured, “I’m not done with you.”

Her head pressed back into the bed as he moved between her legs, rubbing himself along her. “Sylus,” she moaned.

He trailed his nose along her cheek, slowly making his way toward her neck. He kissed the corner of her jaw and buried his face in her neck for a moment, inhaling deeply. “I’ll never be done with you.”

The words made her clench around nothing. The possessive edge to his voice made pleasure coil in her belly again. “I’m yours,” she mewled. “Always.”

He pressed closer to her, his body covering her completely and pushing her into the mattress. Like he wanted absolutely nothing between them. She wanted to touch him back, to sweep her hands down his back, to close her legs around his hips, but his Evol still had a hold of her and it hadn’t budged an inch.

Her breath caught when he closed his teeth around her neck even as his tip prodded at her entrance. She held it entirely as the harder he bit down the further he pushed into her. Even though she’d already had him inside her once, she still moaned brokenly as her body stretched to take him again. She panted desperately as he slowly filled her and couldn’t stop her heavy sigh when she felt his hips flush to her thighs. “Sylus,” she breathed, turning her head slightly to rub her cheek against his hair. It was about all she could do with his Evol still coiled around her limbs

His teeth dug in further, hard enough to hurt and she flinched slightly. He growled against her, pressing his chest firmly to hers. As he let her go, he passed his tongue over her and sighed deeply. “Calliope,” he murmured before hissing softly as she clenched around him.

It was entirely unfair how he used her name against her. He always waited until he was buried as deep as he could get to say it, letting it roll off his tongue with so much emotion that it threatened to pull her under. It always made her think of this moment every time he said it and she knew that was why he did it. She rubbed her cheek against him again, mewling softly as he gave a short thrust.

His mouth moved to her ear and he purred, “Calliope.”

She strained against his Evol to no avail as he kept his thrusts short and shallow, rocking his hips against hers. He was still at her ear, pressing kisses to her and breathing heavily. She kept her cheek pressed to his hair, savouring the only contact she could get. She moaned as he ground down against her on the next thrust, putting pressure on her clit.

She mewled in protest when he pulled out of her, holding himself just against her. His breath was hot against her skin as he slipped the head in, stretching her, and pulling back. She pressed her head back into the bed as he teased her again and clenched around him as soon as he was inside her.

Sylus inhaled deeply before he breathed, “That’s enough.”

Her eyes widened as she watched him push away from her, sitting back on his heels. She wanted to cover herself as he let his gaze wander over her, the look on his face getting more possessive the longer he did. She didn’t know how many marks he had left on her but she could only imagine if he was making that expression.

He licked his lips slowly and moved his hands to stroke her suspended legs. She stared at him as his fingers trailed along her calves before he hooked her knees over his arms and leaned back into her. Her lips pressed together as he planted his hands on either side of her, her ass lifted off the bed as he nearly folded her in half.

The smile that curved his mouth was her warning before he was thrusting into her, driving himself fully into her. There was no time to make any sound as his hips snapped back and did it again, driving the breath out of her as he set a fast and hard pace.

Her nails bit into her palms as she squeezed her hands shut. His hips were smacking into her ass now, sharp slaps that rang in her ears, followed by the wet sounds each thrust caused. She could feel her arousal dripping out of her, forced out every time he drove back in.

Scarlet eyes were watching her possessively as she writhed under him, completely caught with nowhere to go. “This is what you wanted,” he purred, his voice thick. “When you said you would be my present. This was what you wanted.”

She shook her head a little bit. She hadn’t fully known what to expect. Sex, of course. A full claiming from head to toe?

“This is what being mine is,” he continued, not slowing at all. “This is what you want.”

Her toes were curling again, her body already ready to shove itself off the edge for him. It didn’t matter how many orgasms she had had. If he wanted her to have another, it would give it to him. She pushed against his arms, wanting to meet him somehow, but all he did was lean into her more, spreading her further.

“You’re mine to fuck, Calliope,” Sylus said lowly, panting softly around the words. “You’re mine to take.”

She nodded weakly, trying not to sob at the pleasure building in her. She wanted to keep him inside, wanted him to linger so she could squeeze around him, but he kept thrusting, pushing as deep as he could. Claiming all of her and taking what he wanted.

The sob left her when he lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, greedily sucking on her. She jerked on her hands, wanting them to be free so she could touch him. “Please!” she cried. “Let me-! Please!”

He growled against her but didn’t stop and didn’t let her go.

Calli screamed, her voice giving out as she felt his Evol brush against her clit suddenly. “Fuck, Sylus!”

Low purrs against her breast as she squeezed him, clutching at his cock. “You’re dripping, Calliope,” he breathed, lips moving against her breast. “You’re fucking soaked for me.”

No, no, no. If he started talking to her, she wasn’t going to last.

“You’re taking me so well,” he continued, pushing himself further up her body even as his hips slammed into hers. He kissed his way to her ear, tugging on the lobe.

“Please!” she wailed, gasping as he brought her legs to her chest.

More kisses as his thrusts didn’t slow. The sound of him fucking into her filled her ears and she squeezed her eyes shut. It didn’t help as it was all she could hear but his panting against her neck was nearly drowning it out. “You’re going to be good for me,” he murmured, “and come.”

Her eyes flew open on a gasp, squeezing him immediately at the sudden command. Her breath stuttered in her chest as his Evol rubbed over her clit, circling and flicking it while he drove into her. Did he just...?

“Give it to me,” Sylus breathed. “Let me feel you come around me.”

A broken wail as her body obeyed him, doing exactly what he wanted. Her nails dug further into her hands and she pulled at her restraints to no avail. This climax was anything but gentle as he fucked it out of her, pleasure ripping through her with each thrust.

He hummed in her ear, purring, “Yes, Calliope. Just like that.”

She moaned, trapped under him as her orgasm overtook her. She strained against his hold, her muscles screaming as she pushed as much as she could. Tension coiled through her as he ground into her, rubbing against her clit and making her legs jerk against his arms. Tears tracked down her face again as the pleasure continued to swell, seemingly without end.

But it wasn’t enough to make her miss the fact that he hadn’t come.

He seemed to soak up every bit of it, his thrusts slowing as he pushed himself up to watch her. She was trembling harshly, soft, pathetic noises spilling out of her. Even without his own climax, the satisfaction rolling off of him pressed into her.

Calli mumbled something nonsensical as he fully leaned back from her, letting her legs lower to rest against his hips as he sat back on his heels. He was looking at her again, but she closed her eyes and turned her face away. It was all she could do.

The muscles in her belly jumped when his hands stroked over her, trailing down to where he was still buried inside her. A deep inhale before he was easing out of her.

Her eyes snapped open as she felt the wet rush between her thighs of her own arousal and she lifted her head to stare at him. He was slowly stroking his slick cock, gaze firmly locked on where he’d just been. “Sylus?” she whispered.

He didn’t look at her before he lifted one of her legs and pressed a kiss to her ankle. “Oh, I’m not done with you,” he purred, shifting her leg to the other side of him. “Don’t worry.”

Heart leaping into her throat, she continued to stare as he pressed her legs together before the Evol around her wrists disappeared. Before she could even think to do anything, he was rolling her onto her belly and caging her in again. She dug her fingers into the pillow and resisted the urge to push herself up. Turning her head to the side, she didn’t even try to keep her breathing even as he knelt on either side of her thighs.

“Open them for me,” Sylus said lowly, his cock sliding against her ass.

Biting the blanket, she wriggled on the bed to get her thighs as far apart as she could with him there. Shivers broke out across her as one hand trailed down her back, gently tracing the small bumps of her spine before both hands gripped her ass. She bit down harder on the blanket as his cock slipped back inside her, moaning at the change in angle but her heart trembled in her chest.

This wasn’t a favoured position of his, he much preferred being able to watch her face. But it was one of hers. She’d made the mistake of telling him how much she’d enjoyed it after they’d tried it the first time, how deep he’d gotten inside of her. She hadn’t missed how often he had fucked her like this, purring about how well she took him, how good she felt, how loud he wanted her to be. “Sylus,” she breathed.

He didn’t respond. Not with words at least. A scream spilled out of her on the first thrust and she bit down on the blanket again. She tensed when his hand came down heavily on her ass. “Do not quiet yourself,” he told her, squeezing. “I want to hear you.”

She whimpered against the blanket before letting it go. Panting softly, she waited for him to move again, anticipation humming through her. Another whimper but pleased this time as his hips rolled, giving her a short thrust. Her hands tugged at the blankets as he set a steady rhythm of short, deep thrusts.

His hands moved to her hips, keeping her pressed to the mattress and arching her back enough to shift him inside her. He made a low noise at the keen that left her when he withdrew further and slid back in, stroking over her g-spot. She thought she heard a chuckle as she clawed at the blankets, one leg lifting to connect with him. “Behave,” he teased, squeezing her.

She was going to be lucky to be alive if he kept up like this! “Sylus!”

A tendril of Evol wrapped around her ankle and tugged her leg back down but he didn’t hold her this time. “I know how much you love this,” he said, nearly pulling out before driving back in. “I know how hard you come when I take you like this.”

Pressing her cheek against the blanket, she panted as he fucked into her. The sharp smack of his hips meeting her ass had her flushing but not nearly as much as the wet sounds of him moving inside her. She was too far gone to be embarrassed by it, instead revelling in how aroused he had made her so he could fuck her like this.

“Dripping on my cock and the bed,” Sylus purred. “You’re going to soak right through it.”

If she hadn’t already.

She cracked an eye open when he moved her hair away from her face, tilting her head to try to see him. Calli stared at him as he worked himself inside her, watching beads of sweat roll down his body. His hair was hanging over his face but that didn’t hide the burning gaze that was locked on her. His expression tightened as she clenched around him, nearly coming at how aroused he looked.

Maybe he could hide it better than she could, but not when he was inside her. Those walls came down and she got to see all of the arousal, the tension, the love that was pouring out of him.

His eyes narrowed at her before he leaned over her, letting go of her hips to shove his hands into the blankets on either side of her. “You like what you see, Calliope?”

A quick bob of her head because she didn’t want to try to speak.

His thrusts were quicker now and she was bouncing against the bed from the force of them. But all it did was push her back onto him.

She kneaded at the blankets, panting heavily now as pleasure coiled through her. It wasn’t a slow build. They were well past that. Every stroke of his cock inside her only tightened that coil further, building the fire in her belly that threatened to overwhelm her.

Her eye closed when his body covered hers, his chest pressing tightly to her back. His nose rubbed against her cheek before he nuzzled into her hair. “You are so good for me,” he whispered.

She made a low noise in the back of her throat. It changed into a pleased hum when his hands slid over hers and she quickly opened them as he slotted his fingers through hers. But the gentle touches were completely at odds with the harsh thrusts and the constant smack of his hips into hers.

“Hold on.”

Desperately clutching at his hands, she clung to him. He was pressing against her, pushing her deeper into the bed even as he kept thrusting into her. Even though he had finally given her something to hold onto, he was keeping her from touching him in anyway except the one he allowed.

“Do you have any idea,” Sylus panted against her ear, “how fucking good you feel?”

Only because he told her.

“Do you know how badly I want to fill you up? To have my cum dripping out of you as often as I can?”

Calli shuddered and lifted her head to press back against his shoulder. “Please,” she moaned. God, she wanted that. It was filthy and perfect. She wanted to start and end every day with it.

“You take it so well. You take me so well.”

She squeezed around him. His voice was getting huskier, breaking on words as he drove into her.

“Made just for me,” he breathed, pressing harder against her. “Only me.”

“Yes!” she cried, shuddering. How was he still fucking her so hard?! His thrusts were long and deep and getting faster, but they weren’t as controlled anymore. He had to be getting close to his limit.

His mouth moved over her neck, kissing and nipping, but he was still panting into her skin. “So fucking good,” he breathed.

Arching as much as she could against him, she begged, “Please!”

He shuddered against her. “You want it?”

“Yes!”

“Come for me first,” he growled.

Fuck! She squeezed her eyes shut hard enough to see stars. Or was that because of him? She didn’t care. Her toes dug into the blankets and she clenched around him, her body responding to him immediately.

“Give it to me,” he breathed against her ear.

Calli’s breath hitched before she screamed again as she came. She pushed against him, clinging to his hands, and shuddered as pleasure washed through her. His short curse barely registered as his thrusts faltered as she came around him again, her body doing everything it could to force him to join her. She wanted to feel it, to feel the press of his hips against her as he kept himself as deep as he could, pushing his cum as deep as it could get.

“Good girl,” Sylus said, his voice breaking. “Good fucking girl.”

She mewled softly as his thrusts grew shorter, the smack of his hips on her skin getting louder. He squeezed her hands back as he snapped forward and a deep groan spilled out of him. Calli purred as he jerked inside her, hot cum filling her. She rolled against him as much as she could, gently moving him in her and milking him for everything that he had. She wanted all of it. Everything that he had was all for her.

He swore again and nipped at her ear. “Minx,” he murmured.

“’s mine,” she whispered.

No denial from him about that. More kisses on her neck and a slow, deep breath.

A wordless protest left her when he let her hands go and pushed himself away. She tried to push herself up but her arms gave out and she flopped back onto her belly. Pouting into the blanket when he pulled out of her, she quickly hid her face in it when she felt him part her with his thumbs. She didn’t need to see to know he was watching his seed drip out of her.

And she wasn’t surprised when he used two fingers to push it back in.

“If it’s yours, you’d better keep it.”

She tried to squeeze around his fingers but she didn’t have the strength to do that either. A small shudder was all she could manage when his thumb brushed over her clit. “No,” she said softly, entirely spent.

“I know, Calliope.”

She mumbled something as a warm hand curled around her hip to roll her gently onto her back. Her entire body was limp as she settled on the bed and blinked up at him as Sylus leaned over her. He brushed her hair out of her face, carefully stroking her cheek.

“Alright?” he asked huskily, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

Calli inhaled slowly and nodded. Sore? Absolutely. But absolutely alright. She didn’t think she’d be able to walk for a week with how hard he had just fucked her. Which was also fine. He could carry her everywhere anyways. Snorting softly at the thought, she turned her face into his touch and sighed deeply.

“You did so good for me, Calliope,” he murmured, stroking down her face and being careful of the marks he had left on her neck and shoulders.

She didn’t even have the energy to preen at the praise but he was lying. She hadn’t been as good as she could have been. “Be better next time,” she mumbled.

He’d been admiring the necklace, or maybe her marked breasts, but his gaze came back to her face, a little frown on his.

“But...later?”

The frown melted into a soft laugh and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Later,” he agreed. “Maybe when we’re home.”

Oh. Well. She didn’t think she needed that long to recover. She pouted when he pressed a finger across her lips.

“We’ll see how you feel tomorrow. You took more than you usually do.” His hand moved down to rub against her throat. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

“Yes,” she sighed, willing her body to move. It was a struggle and she think he helped more than anything but she managed to roll onto her side to snuggle into him. “I can take you.”

His exhale stirred her hair and his arms wound around her. “I know you can,” he murmured.

God, she was exhausted though. She wanted to pass out in his arms, warm and safe and loved. But her nose wrinkled as she shifted and felt how sticky the insides of her thighs were.

Before she could say anything, the bed was moving and she was moving with it. Her head spun as Sylus scooped her up easily to carry her toward the bathroom.

She frowned up at him. “Could you at least pretend like you just rocked my world?” she grumbled.

He laughed, the lights switching on as he walked into the room. “Sweetie, you make my knees weak just by existing,” he said, lifting her to plant another kiss on her forehead. “I’ve learned to get used to it.”

That was cheesy but she still found herself flushing. She flinched as he set her on the counter and immediately tried to get back into his arms.

His hands came back to her hips, already starting to lift her. “Does it hurt?”

“It’s fucking cold!”

Sylus paused before chuckling. He easily lifted her back up before tugging a towel off a nearby rack. He spread it out on the marble before setting her on it. “There,” he murmured, laughter in his voice. “A heated seat.”

The towel was warm under her but she gave him a look. “You’re my heated seat.”

He snorted before shaking his head. “Sit still,” he told her before reaching for one leg.

She watched as he peeled one of her stockings down her leg, his fingers ghosting over her skin light enough to make her shiver. She was in no way ready to have more sex but his touch was addicting. Wriggling her toes to try to distract herself as he gave the other leg the same treatment, she twisted slightly to look in the mirror before gaping at what she saw. “Holy fuck,” she muttered.

“I told you I’d make a mess out of you.”

Her eyes slid back to him. He sounded far too proud of himself for that. She didn’t have the energy to fight with him about it but she mumbled, “I look like something out of a horror movie.”

“You look like a woman who just got fucked. Good and hard.”

If he kept talking like that, she was going to do something dumb. Like ask him to fuck her good and hard again. She protested softly when he stood up to grip her chin and make her look at him. He held her there as his eyes moved over her. The mascara and liner tracks down her cheeks. The smudged lipstick. The wild mess of curls framing her face. She made a soft, purring noise when he leaned in to kiss her slowly.

“I’d keep you like this if I could,” Sylus said against her mouth, making her flush harder.

Fucking hell. She swayed as he pulled away from him, gripping the edge of the counter to keep herself up. She watched him as he moved to wet a wash cloth before protesting as he didn’t hand it to her, but instead started gently washing her face. “Sylus, I can-”

“Let me,” he cut in. “It’s easier to see you like this.”

Did he not believe her when she said she was alright? Yes, he was rougher than he usually was but it wasn’t like he’d gone beyond what she could handle. She hissed softly as he rubbed the cloth over her mouth and his thumb gently rubbed her lower lip.

“You nearly bit clean through it,” he chided.

“I was being fucked good and hard,” she said dryly, “and wasn’t allowed to touch the man who was doing the fucking.”

“I told you what you needed to do to keep your hands.”

Hands he was now uncurling to see the crescent shaped marks she had dug into her palms.

He shook his head slightly before tossing the stained cloth towards a hamper in the corner of the room. “We’ll deal with everything later,” he told her. “You need to soak.”

Later meant he was going to mentally catalogue everything he had done to her and everything she had done to herself. Anything that had broken skin would be treated with care and love before he tucked her into bed.

Calli lazily watched as he went to the tub to turn it on and steam start to billow out of it. She was already well acquainted with how hot he liked his showers and baths, something he adjusted when she joined him, but right now the thought of all that hot water on sore muscles sounded absolutely amazing.

Wobbling on the counter, she let herself slump back against the mirror and yelped at how cold it was. He turned quickly from the tub, his Evol wrapping around her when she teetered on the edge. “It’s still cold,” she complained when he stared.

His shoulders slumped on a sighing chuckle. “I’ll warm you up in a moment,” he promised. “Be patient, kitten.”

She huffed a little and reached up to search for the clasp on the necklace. Her fingers fumbled with it but eventually she got it. It slid down her chest to pool in her lap as she didn’t catch it fast enough. Staring down at the glittering jewellery, she didn’t miss the bruises and bites he’d worked into the skin of her thighs. “I’m gonna look like this damn thing,” she muttered.

“A priceless beauty.”

Calli rolled her eyes at the flattery and carefully set it aside. “Wouldn’t go that far.” Fucking hell, those were actually red teeth marks around her nipple. How hard had he actually bitten her?

“I would.”

Yes...he would. She looked over at him as he walked back to her and tried not to squirm. The answer was fairly obvious but she still wanted to ask him, the question catching in her throat. Fear of it being something different kept her quiet.

Sylus didn’t say anything immediately. Instead, he reached up to twist her hair up on top of her head and clip it into place. Eyes and fingers wandered lower, tracing over her neck and lingering on the marks he’d left. He smiled faintly when she shivered as he stroked down to her breasts before hissing softly as he touched the bite around her nipple. “You could have stopped me.”

Squirming on the counter top, she shook her head. “It wasn’t that bad,” she admitted. “I would have said it if it was.”

He hummed, his fingers still wandering lower and tracing over the bumps of her ribs. “I don’t think five is your limit.”

She quickly caught his hands before they got too low on her belly. “It’s my limit for right now,” Calli said as firmly as she could manage.

He turned that smile on her and she read the message under it. Some day soon, he was going to push her past that limit and see just how many she could give him. But he would respect her decision for right now.

Keeping her hold on him, she looked over his face. He looked pleased, satisfied...loved. Reaching up, she stroked his face and prayed he didn’t feel how her fingers were still trembling. “Did you...like your gift?” she whispered.

His expression softened and he turned his head to kiss her fingertips. “Yes,” he murmured, “I did but I’m not done with you yet.”

Her gut clenched at the reminder of his insane stamina and she jerked back from him.

Deep laughter bounced around the room and he scooped her off the counter before she could truly get anywhere. He lifted her in his arms to press a kiss to her forehead, her nose, her mouth. “We’re getting to the best part,” he breathed.

“Best part?” Calli squeaked, her thoughts spinning back to everything they’d already done. What more could he want?!

Love and adoration filled his expression. “I get to take care of you,” Sylus purred.

Her heart thumped in her chest even as she felt tears prick her eyes again. This man was absolutely going to be the death of her. “I love you,” she whispered.

A warm smile and a gentle murmur. “I love you too, Calliope.”

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...With You Day 12 - “You are all I need tonight underneath the Christmas lights.” ...Sort of Love and Deepspace Sylus x f!OC 1406 Words Read on Ao3 banner by firefly-graphics

Waking slowly, Calli shifted under the covers, frowning to herself. Something didn’t feel right. Sliding her hand across the mattress, her frown deepened when she didn’t find Sylus. She lifted her head and squinted in the dark but she couldn’t see any lights on from the bathroom. “Sylus?” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes and pushing herself up in bed.

He wasn’t in the room that much was clear now. Tapping the beside lamp, she still looked around to confirm he wasn’t. Where had he gone? He’d been so insistent about her going to bed after she’d fallen asleep against his shoulder on the couch. She’d pushed herself too hard, according to him, and he was calling it a night. He’d carried her to bed and tucked her in, climbing in with her when she hadn’t settled down right away.

Except it had barely been ten so he wouldn’t have gone to sleep.

Pushing her hair away from her face, she frowned to herself. Was he out in the living room? Had he not stayed because he didn’t want to wake her up? The clock showed she’d been asleep for a couple hours so everyone else should have been asleep by now too. They’d all stayed so they could celebrate the holiday in the morning and so far as she was aware, his twins were crashing on the pull out couch. Would he go out there or-

Calli shivered as a faint breeze washed through the room and she watched the curtains stir from it. Was he outside? She swung her legs off the bed and scooped up a cardigan she’d tossed earlier to pull on before padding over to the glass doors. Quietly peeking out, she wasn’t entirely surprised to see him on the balcony, leaning on the railing and watching the city below him.

“Sylus?” she said softly, not sure if she should disturb him. He’d clearly gone out here to be alone.

He didn’t say anything but he turned just enough to hold out a hand to her.

Shuffling across the balcony, she didn’t complain about the cold on her feet as she took his hand. He moved her to stand in front of him, tucking her close while he continued to watch the city. She looked at him over her shoulder before looking out as well when he still stayed quiet.

They were up high enough that it gave a wonderful view of everything in the area. Her favourite was the park nearby because the city would always light up the trees and she enjoyed watching them twinkle in the relative darkness. But it wasn’t just them. Other balconies had lights and decorations strung up, some curtains open to show the trees lit up inside for people that were still awake. There were little pockets of holiday cheer no matter where you looked.

“It’s different from what I’m used to,” he said quietly, his voice rumbling through her. “Even if people in the N109 celebrate the holidays, they do it privately. There’s no outward sign that something is happening for fear of it being taken advantage of or ruined.”

Calli listened, her heart aching a little. The Zone was filled with all kinds of people, many who hadn’t asked to be there but were there anyways. Because there was nowhere else to go. She knew she couldn’t fix it even if she tried but the holidays were special to her. With how busy her family had been, it was the one time they had all always agreed that they would be together. No matter what was happening, they would get together for the holiday.

“In all the years I’ve been there, I’ve never celebrated anything. I never wanted to,” he admitted. “There was no reason to. Even when the twins came, they didn’t know what a normal routine was either. They did small things with each other, tried to prank me the first few years, but nothing like this. Nothing like what the last few weeks have been.”

The last few weeks had been hectic to say the least and she suddenly wondered if she should have eased him into it a little more gently. “I’m sorry if it was too much,” she said softly.

He ducked his head, pressing his face into the crook of her neck. “Don’t apologize. It wasn’t too much. It showed me a different side of you I hadn’t seen yet.”

Was that a good thing? Calli smiled wryly. “I don’t know how I should take that. I’ve been a little crazy the last few weeks.”

“Because it mattered to you and you wanted it to matter for me.”

That was true but it didn’t excuse it if she’d crossed a line. The arm around her belly tightened as he inhaled deeply, dropping a kiss on her neck that made her shiver.

“You didn’t need to do that,” he said quietly. “I told you you didn’t but you did it anyways.”

“I wasn’t going to leave you alone on the holiday,” Calli protested.

“The holidays don’t matter to me.”

She tried to twist to look at him but he kept her right where she was. “Sylus-”

“They don’t matter,” he repeated. “To me they’ve always been made up days that people use as an excuse to be together. You shouldn’t need an excuse for that. I don’t need an excuse for it. But they matter to you so I wanted to see why. I wanted you to show me why they mattered.”

“They matter because of the people I want to share them with.”

“And you wanted to share it with me.”

“Maybe we had a rocky start, Sylus, but if you think for one fucking second, you don’t matter to me, I’m going to throw you off this balcony.”

He chuckled, deep and low, and moved to press a kiss to her ear. “Odd way to show affection, sweetie.”

“You like it.”

He didn’t deny it and kissed her again. “They still don’t matter to me,” Sylus said after a moment.

She bit her lip to keep from reflexively saying anything. He wasn’t done and if she interrupted him, she wouldn’t get the rest of it.

“But what matters to me is that you shared it with me. You made space in your life, in your rituals, to include me. You went out of your way to do so. That you’re willing to do that for me...that’s what matters to me.” He paused, rubbing his cheek against her hair. “You’re what matters to me.”

Her breath caught as he gripped her chin between chilly fingers and turned her just enough so she could see him. “Sylus.”

“All I need is you, Calliope,” he said quietly. “Nothing else matters so long as I have you.”

She didn’t know what she was trying to say, words jumbled in her throat, before he kissed her. It was slow and deep, his teeth nipping at the plush of her lower lip before his tongue swiped over it soothingly. He slid it against her own, holding her captive while he took his time with her. One hand fisted in his shirt, holding onto him as the world dropped away around her. There was only him.

She managed to get out his name as he lifted his mouth from hers but that was all before he claimed her again. The hand on her chin slid back into her hair, burying in the curls to hold her steady as she began to tremble.

When he finally eased back from her, it was only far enough to press his forehead to hers. His gaze was heavy on her as he watched her gasp for air, taking in all of her. “I don’t need presents,” he said softly. “You are my present.”

Squeezing her eyes shut, she took a small breath. “We’re still going on the trip,” she pushed out.

She didn’t need to see him to know he was smiling before he kissed the tip of her nose. “We’re still going on the trip,” he agreed, his grip around her waist moving to band around her thighs and lift her up. “I’m looking forward to unwrapping my present.”

Not opening her eyes as he carried her back inside, Calli hung onto Sylus and told herself to just breathe. Considering what all she had bought for him to ‘unwrap’, she’d be lucky to survive the trip.

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Hold Me Close Day 8 - Touch starved Love and Deepspace Sylus x f!OC 1615 words Read on Ao3 banner by firefly-graphics

Absently stirring her tea, Calli tried not to yawn. She’d only woken up a little while ago and she was debating on if she should just go back to sleep. It was her day off and all of the overtime was finally catching up with her. If she wanted to be proactive, she should do some more shopping to round out what she was missing but she didn’t have the energy for it. The holiday itself was only a week away and if she was going to survive it, she needed to rest.

And she could probably order anything online and be fine.

She finally yawned and winced as her jaw cracked. Well that was just great. Picking up her drink, she turned to go back into her room but stopped as the front door swung open suddenly. She blinked and turned to the entrance. There were only two other people that she’d added to the lock and neither one of them were supposed to be here. She stared as Sylus stepped into view, several large bags in his hands. “Uhm, hi,” she said in surprise.

He stopped, staring back at her before he made a low noise. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asked as he pushed the door closed behind him.

“I just woke up and was thirsty. I was going to go back to bed. What are you doing here?”

He gave her a look that she was quickly getting tired of since he’d been giving her it almost every time they’d seen each other over the last couple of weeks. It was one that said she needed to not ask questions because it was the holiday season and she’d been the one to teach him it so she couldn’t complain. According to him. “We’re celebrating here aren’t we?” he asked, taking off his shoes before walking over to her. He dropped a kiss on the top of her head, nuzzling against her hair with a quiet sigh, before he kept going past her into the living room.

What did that mean? Setting her drink down, she shuffled after him and frowned as she saw that he was near the tree. “Sylus-” She squawked when she felt his Evol wrap around her before she could get closer, lifting her off her feet and giving her a gentle toss toward her bedroom door. “H-Hey!”

“Go back to sleep, sweetie,” he said without looking.

“No, I-” A disgruntled noise as the black and red mist swirled around her again, suspending her in air this time. “Sylus!”

“You’ll see them soon enough.”

Had he really brought presents? Had he wanted to sneak in to leave them while she was sleeping in the hopes that she wouldn’t notice? Her heart dropped when she thought about how many bags he’d been holding. “Please tell me they aren’t all for me.”

“They aren’t all for you.”

She didn’t believe him. She didn’t believe him for a second. One of the only things she had seen him get actually excited about when she had talked to him about the holiday was realizing that he could buy her presents without her being able to refuse. She had tried to get him to agree to some kind of limit on how much he could spend but she would have had more luck stopping the sun.

He stood up after a few moments and turned to her with an amused smile. “Kitten, it’s the holiday season,” he teased. “You’re the one that wanted to celebrate. You can’t get grumpy all because I am celebrating.”

She huffed and wriggled in the Evol’s binds. “Put me down.”

“No.”

She hadn’t expected him to but did he have to sound so pleasant when he said it? She shifted in the air before dropping when he was close enough to catch her. He lifted her up enough to plant a kiss on her forehead and he lingered again, slowly inhaling as he held her close. She dug her fingers into his shirt as his own tightened on her, holding her like she’d disappear if he didn’t.

He pulled away after a moment, amusement on his face. “If you’re still this grumpy, you need more sleep.”

Calli rolled her eyes as he strode toward her bedroom. “I’m not going to peek the moment you leave,” she said dryly.

“Good but I’m not leaving.”

She stared up at him as he set her on her bed and shrugged out of his jacket. “You told me you had a meeting today,” she accused. “Did you lie so you could sneak in here?”

“It wasn’t a lie. How do you know this wasn’t the meeting?”

She narrowed her eyes at him before rolling over to the other side of the bed. “You’re terrible.”

The mattress shifted as he joined her on it, gripping her hips to haul her back into him. He curled around her, arms sliding around her middle to keep her in place. Like he was keeping her from going to see what he’d added to the tree.

She rolled her eyes again but snuggled into the bed and him. His face was pressed into her neck, his lips moving on her skin with each breath. The position wasn’t anything new, if anything it was one he favoured when they shared a bed, but something felt different. He was tense and she didn’t think it had anything to do with the thought of her trying to find out what he’d brought. “Are you alright?” she asked softly.

He shifted behind her, somehow tucking himself closer. “I am now,” he said after a moment, his voice gentle against her ear.

Calli pressed her lips together and gently stroked along his forearm. She didn’t say anything as one of his hands slipped under her tank-top to press into her belly, his palm cool from being outside. A tiny squirm he stopped, huffing into her neck and nipping gently at her. “It’s cold,” she mumbled.

“It’ll warm up.”

Why hadn’t he been wearing gloves? A question for another time as she tried not to move. His thumb was slowly swiping back and forth, just grazing the underside of one of her breasts. But he wasn’t making a move to turn this into something more. If anything, he seemed to only want the comfort of being near her.

She thought about that for a moment. They’d seen each other over the last couple of weeks but it had been hectic. With her picking up as many extra shifts as she could physically handle and running around to get ready for the holiday, they hadn’t properly seen each other. Add to the fact that they were essentially in a long distance relationship, it had been...almost a week since she’d seen him last. When he’d come over to decorate? Had it already been that long? “Oh,” she said softly, her hand tightening around his arm.

Sylus hummed quietly behind her but she had a good idea he knew what she’d just figured out.

Forcing herself to let go of his arm, she went back to stroking him. She wasn’t a fool, she’d noticed almost right away how he liked having a hand on her, whether curled around her hip or spread across the whole of her lower back. How he practically purred when she would take his hand in hers, lacing their fingers together to keep them together. Or how he liked to settle her in his lap when they were alone, face buried in her hair while he held her close. He’d leapt all over it once she’d initiated these small acts of intimacy, almost craving the contact, and she’d ached at how touch starved he truly was.

Had he really come over to drop off the gifts or was it just an excuse to see her? Had he wanted to slip into her bed so she could wake up to him?

“You can come over more, you know,” she said softly, lightly scratching at him with her nails. “You don’t need a reason.”

“It’s your home, sweetie.”

“If I didn’t want you to come, I wouldn’t have added you to the security.”

He hummed again, brushing a kiss over her neck. His hand pressed a little firmer against her belly before he sighed. “You’ve gotten me addicted,” he said lowly. “It doesn’t feel right when you’re not there.”

Her heart tugged and she snuggled back into him. A week was hardly the longest they’d been apart since he’d come into her life but with the holiday approaching, it felt different being apart. “You could just stay here until the day,” Calli suggested.

“I would love to,” Sylus murmured, “but there’s still business to take care of.”

She pouted a little, covering the hand on her belly with her own. “It’s almost the holiday though.”

“And if I want to enjoy my present fully without distraction, I need to take care of my business first.”

Oh. That made sense. Heat still filled her cheeks at the idea that he was trying to clear his schedule completely so that they could be together.

“But, since my kitten offered, if I wrap up sooner than I expect, I’ll stay with you.”

She nodded, relaxing into the bed as much as she could. She didn’t doubt that he would try his best to get all of it done but she still had some shifts before the holiday so he’d be alone here some days. But warmth filled her at the thought of coming home to him being there, to getting to spend time with him like this as if it was a normal part of their lives.

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Mistletoe Day 7 - Decorations Love and Deepspace Sylus X f!OC 1889 words Read on Ao3 banner by firefly-graphics

Opening the door to Calliope’s condo, Sylus paused as several things assaulted him at once. Squinting at the lights that were hung over the mirror in the entrance way, he confirmed that they were indeed twinkling at him. What’s more, there was some kind of garland wound into them as well, ornaments hung from it to reflect the lights. It was pure chaos.

He turned from them as he closed the door and took a deep breath. At least the baking was less of a jarring sensation. But was she making more holiday treats? He’d thought the plethora of baked goods she’d monopolized his kitchen for would have been the whole of it. Why did she need more?

Taking off his shoes, he cocked his head as he listened to the music filling her home. It was pleasing even though it was clearly holiday music. But it wasn’t like the loud, jarring sounds that filled every store as soon as Halloween was over. Orchestral covers? Had she been inspired by his collection...or was she trying to lessen the holiday burden on him?

Sylus walked into her home, looking over the kitchen first before moving on. He didn’t see her but he knew she was here. One of the bedrooms? Before he could decide which one to look into, he heard footsteps coming from hers. A smile formed as he turned to see her, watching an identical one bloom on her face. “You look good, kitten,” he said, letting his eyes trail down her body. The red dress was one he hadn’t seen before and he wondered if she’d bought it for him since she knew how much he liked her in that colour. But more than that, her hair was down, the curls a chaotic halo around her just begging him to touch, and her thick framed glasses perched cutely on her nose.

Not dressed up but comfortable and...happy. It looked damn good on her.

She laughed. “You’d say that even if I was wearing a potato sack,” she accused.

“Because it would still be true.”

Calliope shook her head, crossing over to him and patting his chest. “I’m glad you’re here. I need your help.”

He tried not to frown at the lukewarm greeting and lifted a brow at her. “With what? You weren’t particularly forthcoming in your text.”

Humming softly, she gestured at her living room. “Decorating.”

“Decorating?” he echoed.

Her hand pressed to his chest as she leaned into him a little, her expression soft despite the serious glint in her eyes. “You’ve never really celebrated the holidays properly,” she said quietly.

He hadn’t had a reason to.

She nodded faintly and her thumb rubbed against him through his sweater. “Which is why I wanted you to help me. If you’re going to celebrate, you need to experience all of it.”

“Then shouldn’t we be decorating my home?”

“Fuck no! Your place is huge! We’d never finish.”

Sylus chuckled and leaned down to kiss her. The frown formed when she ducked her chin and he brushed a kiss against the top of her head instead. “You started without me, though,” he mentioned, thinking about the light show by the door.

“Just while I was waiting for you,” she said, stepping away from him to hurry over to the large boxes on the floor. “We still have the tree and lights and the ornaments for the window. Oh! And the stockings!”

His heart tugged a little at the excitement in her voice and he walked over to join her. “How do you usually get all of this done?” he asked, looking over the boxes and the amount of decorations pouring out of them.

“Phases,” she admitted, “and Carrow would usually come over to help.”

He paused, considering that. “But not this year?”

“She’s decorating Zayne’s place so it’s only fair that you get to help me.”

Running his hand over her hair, he buried his fingers into the curls and tipped her up to him. “What would you have done if I wasn’t free today?”

Blue eyes blinked up at him. “Waited for you to be free.”

“What if I wasn’t?”

Her brows drew together. “I don’t know,” she said honestly. “I wanted to do this with you.”

His free hand came up to brush his thumb over her mouth.

Her frown deepened and she softly said, “Do you not want to help me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You’re acting like it.”

It was more he hadn’t expected this. He’d seen how excited she’d been when she’d been baking with his twins but he hadn’t realized that she enjoyed the holiday this much. “I didn’t say that,” he repeated, pulling her lower lip down with his thumb. “And you know, I’d make time for you, no matter how busy I am.”

She didn’t look convinced but she nodded. “Where do you want to start?”

Sylus leaned down and a growl left him this time as she turned away from him. “Sweetie, what’s going on?” he asked lowly.

“Nothing!”

“Liar.” He caught her chin and turned her back to him. “Tell me the truth.”

Her nose wrinkled, her cheeks puffing out. “If we start, we’re not going to stop,” she muttered, “and then we won’t have enough time to decorate.”

“A kiss is hardly starting anything.”

“Tell that to every other time you’ve kissed me.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining then,” he said mildly, not letting her go.

“Maybe if we decorate fast enough, we’ll have time for...festivities.”

Sylus snorted. “How long do you think this is going to take?”

“Depends on how good you are.”

Swiping his thumb over her lower lip again, he smiled as her tongue darted out to flick against him. “You know exactly how good I am, sweetie,” he purred.

She didn’t move away from him when he let her go, watching him in a combination of wariness and heat. “See?” she said, poking a finger into his chest. “Even without a kiss, you’re already starting.”

“I’m not starting anything.”

Calliope rolled her eyes but he didn’t miss her smile as he turned away. “The more you talk the less time we’ll have to celebrate.”

Looking at the boxes, he didn’t think it would take them that long to get all of it up.

He thought wrong as thirty minutes later he watched Calliope adjust the same ornament on the tree for a third time. “Sweetie, it’s fine,” he told her, holding out the box with more of the baubles in it to her.

She gave him a look. “It’s not fine,” she countered. “If they’re not right, we won’t get them all on!”

All of them? He tossed a look at the ones that were still sitting in the big box. They were all supposed to go on the tree that he had spent fifteen minutes fighting with? He’d thought he was getting off lucky since it had lights already on it but whatever time he’d thought they were saving was being used by his fussy kitten to get it just right. “We won’t finish everything tonight if you keep at it like this.”

She huffed and went back to the tree, moving the ornament and replacing it with one that looked exactly the same. “Do you have somewhere else to be?”

She knew perfectly well he didn’t but with every second that passed he had the growing awareness that she was up to something. He had never seen her be this fussy about anything before and for it to be over the placement of decorations? No. This was something else. Putting down the box, he grabbed her hips and lifted her away from the tree. Ignoring her squeal, he plopped her down a few feet away from it and gave her a look. “Why don’t we take a break from the tree and do something else?”

“I thought you didn’t like leaving things half done.”

“We can do something else and come back to the tree with fresh eyes,” he countered. “Maybe then it’ll work better for you.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Are you patronizing me?”

He was going to throw the tree off the balcony if she didn’t finish it soon which meant he needed to figure out why she was being so damn fussy with it. “Never, sweetie, but you need a break from it.” He needed a break from it.

Her glare didn’t ease before she turned away to move to a different box. “Fine.”

Clearly, it wasn’t fine. Was putting up decorations always like this? He walked toward her, wanting to see what new mess he was about to get himself into, when she plucked something out of the box and hurried away from him. “Kitten?”

“Come with me.”

He watched her round the corner into her kitchen and fought a sigh before following her. Forget festivities, he was going to need a nap after this.

He found her waiting for him in the archway leading to the entrance way, whatever she had picked up held behind her. “What now?”

“Can you lift me up?”

Sylus considered her. No snippiness in her voice now; it was a soft request instead.

“Please?” Calliope added when he didn’t move.

“What’s going on, sweetie?”

She shifted on her feet before a heavy sigh left her. “It’s important,” she said quietly. “This is the first real holiday we’re getting to celebrate together when we’re actually together and I want it to be good. Perfect. I know you haven’t done any of this before so I just want it to be good for you.”

That’s why she was being so fussy about everything? He thought he’d already told her that she didn’t have to be this particular on his behalf. “Calliope, it’ll be perfect because I’ll be with you,” he reminded her.

A rosy flush stole across her cheeks. “That’s such a low bar,” she whispered. “We can make it better than that. You’re already paying for your own present and now....”

She didn’t understand. Everything was better because he was getting to experience it with her. Closing the distance between them, he leaned down to wrap his arms around her thighs and lifted her up. “Put up your decorations, sweetie,” he said quietly.

One hand pressed into his shoulder as she stared at him before a sweet smile curled her mouth.

Sylus watched as she pulled the decoration from behind her back, his brows rising as he saw what it was. “I might not have celebrated the holidays before,” he murmured, “but even I know what that is for.”

Her smile grew as she lifted the mistletoe up above their heads. “Do you?” she teased.

He returned the smile but didn’t move. “My hands are full,” he purred. “You’ll have to-” He hummed low in his throat as Calliope leaned down to press her mouth to his, kissing him slowly. The tension melted off of him as she didn’t pull away, digging her fingers into his hair even as she started purring herself.

Something hit his foot a moment before her arms were winding around his neck and he realized she’d dropped the mistletoe. Turning on his heel, he walked toward her bedroom. Well. It looked like she was right on both counts. He didn’t want to stop once they started and he wasn’t going to leave this half finished.

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Surprise Me Day 6 - Present Love and Deepspace Sylus x f!OC 1549 Words Read on Ao3 banner by firefly-graphics

Walking down the hallway, Calli tried not to sigh. She’d wracked her brain as much as she could over the last week and come up with nothing. She’d even gone so far as to ask his twins for help. That hadn’t worked but she hadn’t expected it to. Every suggestion the boys had had had gotten more and more ridiculous the longer she’d let them talk. She’d thought that maybe Kieran could have given her half decent answers but he got caught up in Luke’s excitement and said just as silly ideas.

She stopped in front of a large door and did sigh. No point in stressing about it. Maybe he could give her a couple of ideas and she could pick from them so it would still be somewhat of a surprise. Knocking after she gathered herself, she waited the half beat it took him to respond before opening the door. “Are you busy?” she asked, peeking her head in.

“Not right now.”

It could have been a lie. He rarely turned her down when she wanted to see him and when he did, he usually wasn’t in town. But she wasn’t going to complain. She was here for a reason. Stepping into the room, she carefully closed the door before walking over to his desk.

Sylus cocked his head at her. “Come here, kitten,” he said when she stood across from him.

“Can we talk?” she asked not moving.

He leaned back in his chair, one hand absently tapping against the arm of his chair. “We can. Did something happen? I thought you would have wanted to go home by now.”

She wanted to. After the chaos in the kitchen with the twins, she’d really wanted to. Even after Sylus had kicked them out and sent the chef back in to help her, she’d still wanted to go home. “I wanted to talk to you before I left.”

“Sweetie, what’s wrong? You were mostly fine when I left the kitchen and that was only a couple hours ago. You wanted to talk to me so talk.”

Well this was going wonderfully. “What do you want for your present?” she blurted, unable to think of a proper way to say it.

He seemed to freeze at those words before he blinked. “My what?”

She sighed and shoved a hand through her hair. “I don’t know what to get you,” Calliope complained. “You have so much money you just get yourself whatever you want. How am I supposed to compete with that? I can’t even think of anything that I could give you that you don’t already have. I mean, what do you even get someone who runs a criminal organization? A gun? You have so many of those. Jewellery? You already have pieces for every outfit. I’d have to run so many bounties to afford anything in your closet and-”

“Sweetie,” he interrupted, pushing out of his chair to walk around to her. “This is what you wanted to talk about?”

“It’s important!” she said, glaring up at him. “I can’t think of anything and I want to get you something!”

Large hands cupped her face and he dropped a kiss on her forehead. “It’s not that important.”

“Yes, it is!”

He drew back to stare down at her.

“You’re important to me,” she said, her voice softening.

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he started to smile and she recognized the indulgent look on his face. “You can get me whatever you want. If it’s from you, I’ll gladly accept it.”

Her nose scrunched. “But it won’t be special.”

“Yes it will,” Sylus countered, leaning down again. This time he pressed his forehead to hers and held her gaze. “You’re the only one who’s ever wanted to give me a present.”

Which just hurt her heart and was the main reason she wanted to give him something good. If she was honest, she wanted the entire holiday to be good for him. She wanted to make good memories with him. She wanted to give him something that he could have that would remind him of the time they’d spent together during the holiday. “But...that’s not the same,” she protested weakly.

He laughed, the sound low as it rumbled through his chest, before he scooped her up. Ignoring her gasped protest, he carried her back to his chair, settling her in his lap after he’d sat down. “I wouldn’t know the difference,” he said honestly, “and stop looking sad every time I say anything.”

Except it was sad that he hadn’t had anyone to celebrate with. His arms were loosely wrapped around her, one hand resting on her thigh and rubbing slow circles through her clothes. He was totally relaxed beside her, watching her with amusement and she gave up. Slumping into him, she sighed heavily, muttering, “You’re impossible.”

“I wasn’t lying, kitten. Whatever you give me will be special because it’s from you.”

“You can be greedier you know,” she complained. “It’s the holiday!”

“Don’t tempt me, sweetie.”

Calliope blinked at how low his voice had suddenly gotten. His hands flexed on her, a press she recognized all to well but what had changed that would make him want to be possessive when it was just the two of them in the room? “Sylus?”

He took a slow breath, letting it out even slower. “Do you know how hard it is not to be greedy when it comes to you?” he asked, his voice still low and far more serious than it had been this entire conversation.

She tilted her head enough to look at him and even though she expected it, the heat in his eyes scorched through her. “Sylus....”

One hand moved to stroke along her arm, his fingers lingering where her sweater drooped off her shoulder. “I know you want to keep working, that you want to stay in Linkon, but there are some days I don’t want to let you go back. I want you to stay here, with me.”

Her breath caught. She’d always known he hadn’t liked her going back, the way he kept her in bed on the days she needed to spoke loud and clear on that. But he’d never come out and said it so plainly.

“Don’t tempt me to be greedy when it comes to you, Calliope, because I’ll cross a line you haven’t yet.”

She swallowed hard, staring at him. “Sorry?”

His eyes closed and he shook his head. “I’m not going to keep you here against your will, sweetie, but that doesn’t mean I’m not tempted to.”

She didn’t look away from him, her thoughts whirling. She knew he wanted her to stay but more than that, he wanted her to want it as much as he did. She wasn’t there yet so he was right, it was a line she hadn’t crossed and if he did, it would break their deal. But.... “What about my time?” she whispered.

Scarlet eyes opened to meet hers, an unspoken question in them.

Licking her lips, she didn’t miss how his gaze dipped to follow the action before coming back to hers slowly. “As a present,” she continued.

“What do you mean?”

“You and the boys are coming over for dinner but Carrow and Zayne are going to be there too. It’s a family dinner, more or less, but what if after the holiday is over...we go somewhere? Just us. Would that be a good present?”

“Work?”

“I have time off. It’s why I’ve been trying to get in every shift I can before the holiday. All the overtime is to take time off.” She’d planned on spending some of it with him but she hadn’t told him, hadn’t thought it would be too big of a deal. She should have known better. “We could take your jet and go anywhere you want.”

His head cocked but she could see it in his eyes. He was already onboard but he wanted her to propose it.

“Then you can be as greedy as you want with me,” Calliope said softly, stroking the back of his neck and pressing the other over his rapid heartbeat. “Would that be a good enough present for you?”

Another slow, deep inhale before the smirking smile she adored spread across his mouth. She only saw it for a moment before he kissed her. “Use my card and plan all of it,” he murmured against her. “Do not skimp on the price, kitten. Give me a proper place to be alone with you.”

“You’re buying your own present then.”

He shook his head and nipped at her lower lip. “Surprise me. Don’t tell me where we’re going. I don’t care where it is but make sure that we can be alone. I’m not going to let you go while we’re there.”

Oh, god. Maybe this wasn’t a smart idea even if it was the best thing she could think of to give him.

His smile grew wider and he kissed her again, deepening it until she was moaning into his mouth. She was gasping for air when he finally drew back, pressing soft kisses toward her ear. “Don’t forget the wrapping,” Sylus purred, making her shudder. “I want to thoroughly enjoy unwrapping my present.”