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This is so cute omgdhfdbdhfbdbbdhs

LaDs Short: Marking a sleeping crow

Pairing: Sylus x Reader

Content: pure fluff!

Word count: ~500

Author's Note: I had so much fun writing the lipstick story and @janumun gave me the idea for this little prequel. Hope you enjoy 🩷

As you’re leaving the bathroom you see Sylus fell asleep on his bed. You softly smile as you watch him, leaning with his upper body on the headrest of his giant bed like a Roman emperor.

You still don’t get why he chooses to sleep in such an uncomfortable position. You once asked him, and he just shrugged his enormous broad shoulders and said something like “it’s safer this way” but without elaborating any further.

And now you don’t know what to do. Originally you wanted to ask about his opinion on your new lipstick color you bought yesterday, the makeup tool still in your hands.

You were getting ready for your hunter’s workday the last half an hour, and he dozed off meanwhile. To be fair, the sun rose already, it’s obviously his time to go to sleep.

You walk over to his position, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed. Sylus must be exhausted because he didn’t even stir as the mattress dipped slightly under the weight of your body. Should you wake him for this trivial matter? Your gaze falls to the lipstick in your hand and a mischievous idea forms in your head. What if…?

Anticipation lets you giggle quietly, and you pull off the cap of your going-to-be weapon in crime. A bit clumsily because you don’t have a mirror at hand, you cover your lips with the bright pink color. Then you slowly lean into the sleeping figure and gently press your coated lips on the face of the city’s most wanted criminal. Seconds later a radiant colored print of your kissing mouth is planted on Sylus pale cheek.

Nervously waiting for him to wake up, you ease back, ready to be pulled into his arms any second now.

Two tensed breaths later Sylus is still asleep, not moving an inch. Your grin deepens and you decide to go for another test round. No guts no glory, right?

Applying some lipstick coat again and repeating the action on his other cheek Sylus still stays asleep, snoring even a little.

Now you can’t hold back your giggles anymore as your silly mood bubbles out of you. Oh, you’re going to enjoy this a bit more!

And a few minutes later his peaceful-sleeping face is covered in your lipstick marks, bright pink prints equally spread over his handsome face. You put one last mark on his remarkable nose you decide to take this silly prank a step farther. Drawing a little heart in a free space beyond his left eye you push the cap back on the misused tool.

Still giggling like a madman you sneak out of his rooms undiscovered and make your way to the garage in order to head out back to Linkon City.

On the way to the enormous motor pool your phone vibrates demandingly in your pocket. Curious you get it out only to see Sylus had messaged you.

He just woke up, finding your work of art on his face. And he gives you three minutes before you receive your punishment. And all you can think right now is:

Oh, Oh… you need a plan. Very, very fast…

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Sylus with chubby MC

First off, this man is thighs and tits oriented. If you have muscle under your chubby thighs he’s a goner. Loves to make you wear tight outfits so he can clearly see all your pudge and curves.

You’d think he’d be more of the jealous type but more often than not he revels in other people lusting after what’s his. “You can look but at the end of the day, I’m the only one that gets her heart, body and mind.” He says as he grabs a handful of your supple flesh looking the other person in the eyes with his signature smirk.

One day he finds out none of your previous lovers have been strong enough to pick you up. He starts casually carrying you to different places within the base. Because of how much he loves to antagonize, he’ll carry you to his car or other luxurious types of transportations he owns.

Encourages you to eat whatever you want when you go out to restaurants. He canonically has a big appetite and would be thoroughly impressed if you matched or surpassed his.

You will never have to buy blush with how frequently he’s squeezing or pinching your chubby cheeks. Sure he loves calling you kitten but whenever you have a mouthful he’ll switch things up and call you a chipmunk.

Sub sylus...

anyone?

Yeah, but imagine Sylus and Zayne both kneeling in front of each other, arms tied behind their backs, necks attached by a two-headed collar with a short chain, making them face each other while you control their vibrators. Watch both big framed men going from despise each other to two desperate subs frotting their cocks desperately, sloppy kissing and moaning, filling the room with whines of pleasure, begging for you to take good care of both of them.

😋😋😋😋

Imagine

Zayne kneeling in front of you, naked and completely submissive. He has a gag in his mouth, because of which saliva slowly flows down his chin to the floor. His eyes are begging and full of tears. His hands tied behind his back remain motionless. His shoulders are lowered, and he barely trembles, trying to stay within your permission. Zayne looking at you, waiting for your next order.

IM GONNA FUCKING COMBUSTTTTTTT

I need you Mommy

Pairings: sub!Rafayel x dom! F reader

nsfw minors dni

You were sitting at your desk immersed in working with documents. Your eyebrows were slightly frowned, and your eyes slid along the lines of text, checking every detail. Folders, sheets of notes and printouts were laid out around you, some of which were marked with bright markers.

You heard a subtle rustle. Raising your head, you saw how Rafayel, quietly and silently, came to your desk and sat on it, crossing his legs. He was looking at you, waiting for a reaction. His movements were confident, and he clearly intended to get your attention.

He began to go through one of the markers, tapping them on the table in a rhythm that became a distracting background for your thoughts. You tried to ignore him, but the sound of the marker and his gaze did not allow you to focus. You realized that you'd have to break away from work to find out what he needed.

You leaned back on a chair, staring at him. His face was decorated with a small but confident smile. Rafayel clearly enjoyed the moment, as if anticipating his victory.

"Do you need something, hon?"- you asked politely. He pretended to think, his eyes rushed to the ceiling for a moment, but it was clear that he knew his goal. His movements were slow and deliberate. He leaned a little closer, leaning his hand on the edge of the desk, and his face approached yours.

"Well, actually..." he began with a slight smile, leaning even closer, almost touching your ear. You felt the warmth of his breath on your skin.

"I want you mommy," he whispered, his voice was low and velvety. You felt a slight tremor that ran through your body. In his tone there was a note of playfulness and confidence, which fascinated. The room, filled with documents and work papers lost its importance. All your thoughts about work disappeared, leaving only one thing - his presence and his desire. A small grin appeared on your lips.

You got up, and with ease, gracefully pressed your body against him, feeling his warmth through the thin fabric of clothes. Rafayel spread his legs, creating space for you. You brought your face closer to his, while he began to take him back, lying on the table, his elbows leaned on his surface, supporting the body. A shadow of uncertainty, even a slight fear, appeared in his eyes.

"What do you want from your mommy?" you said, bringing your face closer.

"So that I slap you for your behavior? Or should I step on your tiny dick? Maybe you want me to use you as a toy until I'm satisfied?" His heart was pounding hard, his eye circles widened, and his lips opened in silent excitement. He involuntarily moaned at your words, and you felt his whole body tense in anticipation. You looked straight into his eyes, as if penetrating into the very depths of his soul. He was like an open book in front of you. Your attention was attracted by the bulge in his pants, which became more and more noticeable.

You just smiled and walked away from him. His legs were spread out, forming the space in which you just stood. His body never listened to him when you were around. You had such power over him that he lost control of his thoughts and actions, obeying your will. You sat in a chair at the end of the room, folding your legs and watching him with a calm expression on your face.

"Undress." Your voice was firm and powerful. He froze for a moment, then began to undress demonstratively. His hands trembled, but he tried to stay confident by unbuttoning his shirt button by button. With each move, he looked at you stealthily, hoping to see your approval.

Taking off his shirt, he threw it on the floor and began to unbutton the belt, then pulled off his pants, leaving them lying next to each other. His breathing was uneven. He took off his underwear, leaving it next to the rest of the clothes. Now he was standing in front of you completely naked, his body was tense with expectation.

"Crawl here." He took one uncertain step, his embarrassment was obvious. "I said to crawl," you repeated, but this time louder and stricter.

Slowly but decisively, he knelt down, then on his arms. Now Rafayel was standing on all fours, his body was tense from this humiliating pose. He began to crawl slowly towards you, his movements were clumsy and awkward, but in his eyes there was a desire to fulfill your command. He was moving closer and closer until he was finally at your feet.

Slightly hesitating, he carefully put his head on your knees. His cheek touched your skin, and you felt him take a deep breath, as if he had found solace in your touch. He whined quietly, almost inaudibly, his breathing was uneven and his body was trembling. His hands gently wrapped around the calvies of your feet. He began to lick your knee, his tongue glid gently over the skin, leaving a wet mark.

You roughly grabbed him by the hair to pull him away from you. He made a loud moan, his eyes filled with tears, and you saw his face distorted by a mixture of pain and pleasure. You noticed how the pre-ejaculate began to come out of the tip of his dick, leaving a wet trail.

"Mommy…p-please, please…I’m s-sorry," he began to beg, his voice trembled, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

"You distracted me from work, for this I have to punish you."

"But your mommy is like that, benevolent and loves you so much, what will make an exception this time."

His purple hair, thick and soft, swollen around his face when you finally let go of your grip. He immediately began to thank you, his voice trembled with relief and gratitude.

Without wasting time, Rafayel carefully put his leaking cock on your shoes. He began to rub desperately against it, his movements were fast. His hands clung to your feet, and the pre-ejaculate left wet marks on it.

His tongue was sticking out of his mouth, his saliva was flowing down his chin. You held out your hand and let him take your fingers in his mouth. He began to suck them greedily, as if it were the only thing that could quench his thirst. His fingers played with his own nipples, making him whine around your fingers.

Another friction and your shoes are stained with sperm ropes. His head lay heavily on your knees, his eyes closed. You gently stroke his head, feeling the weight of his sigh.

When he came out of the haze after orgasm, he leaned towards your shoes. His tip of the tongue touched the shoe, and he began to slowly, carefully run his tongue over the surface, cleaning it of sperm. Each movement was slow and careful, as if he wanted to enjoy the process, giving the shoes perfect cleanliness and shine.

When Rafayel finished, he raised his head and looked at you with puppy eyes, and stuck out his tongue, showing you how well he cleaned it. "Good boy" You gently stroked his cheek. Hearts played in his eyes, reflecting boundless gratitude.

Masterlist

THIS WAS SO DELICIOUS HFNEHDHRHJWNDJAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Jeez, thanks nine, now i keep thinking about Sylus' intentionally letting you witness someone hitting on him. He was about to shove them away or worse, but then he notices you looking his way, and how you slowly descend into fury and it sends shivers down his spine. He probably starts to wonder how can he rile you up further so you would go absolutely ballistic. Mostly likely has the night of his life when you get to bedroom: gag, whip(s), restraints, collar and the leash, basically your whole arsenal is on him and he swears he didn't see you put your gun away. I have too many brain worms to write a scenario so get my headcanons.

He's very prideful, but as soon as you start degrading him, call him a manwhore or a slut all self-respect is leaving his body. He doesn't want you to hold back, say the most degrading, demeaning and disgusting stuff you can think of to him, prove him he belongs to you.

He's into extreme pain and impact play, it's not a joke. Dude can tank a gun shot, nothing is off limits. The most important part is that you look at him, feel him, never let your attention stray and let your true colors shine. I dunno if you can tire him out until he passes out, probably impossible with his constitution, but if he somehow does... Slap him back to consciousness and continue, he'll be ecstatic.

In conclusion, I want this man in ways that are concerning to law. My morals are nonexistent when I think about him.

KFJKDSJF ME TOO!!! GAWD HE PISSES ME OFF SOURR BAD..... need him. carnally. but also if he shoves anyone that's trying to hit on him away? RUDE?? bye why am I standing up for the person hitting on him BWAHAHAHAHA also... sofia I am literally like.... GRIPPING my desk so hard it breaks under my fingers like... the idea of him like YEARNING to be degraded... because it's you?? WOOOFFF

under the cut because this has,, once again, become disgustingly long nd gonna add this bc.. yeah

so anywayZ Sylus sneers down on whoever is trying to get a piece of him, unworthy of his attention, they're no fun and they don't seem to get him at all. he entertained them for a few seconds, to get information, to amuse himself - who's to say. but when he's about to blow them off he sees past that person and to you, wide eyes twitching as your gaze is locked onto him and this stranger. his heart freezes but his body does the opposite, he starts to feel an excited heat pool in his stomach. he wants to provoke that possessive nature of yours a little more, wants to prod at that part of you that was hidden from him until right this moment, and see what happens. he has to know if you'll do what he secretly wishes for. wants to test if you have it in you to claim him for yourself, to fight for him.

when he finds himself being shoved into your bedroom, he stumbles back slightly, still a little tipsy from his visit at the bar and from the sheer excitement crawling up his back. he smirks at you and lets out a cocky huff. "someone's feeling feisty, huh?" but there's an undeniable aroused glint in his eyes, his breathing getting a little heavier as he sees you lock the door and take off your clothes aggressively, not breaking eye contact with him. he lets himself sit down on the bed, watching you as he tilts his head back, shamelessly admiring you. when you walk closer and lean in, he does the same, expecting a passionate and heated kiss, but you pull his shirt over his head instead, catching him off guard. you undress him quickly, with an eagerness not seen before, flames of passion burning behind your intense gaze. you wrap your hand around his throat when you lean in dangerously close. he keeps his cocky smirk, his heart beating faster when you show the unashamed signs of jealousy and possessiveness.

Sylus is really in it, arms tied above his head, ankles bound to each corner, spreading wide for you. he tries to keep his arrogant expression while you rake your nails along his body, sinking your teeth everywhere you can think of, but he finds his smile faltering, instead his lips part and his eyebrows furrow. he's so turned on right now. to have you on top of his bound body, trying to claim it in such a primal way, it's an indescribable feeling to him. arousal, exhilaration and even delight swirl together in an confusing mix of sensations in his lower stomach. you even nibble along his jawline as you fasten the collar around his neck, making him shudder slightly. he resists slightly, never committing to the act, just wanting to see if you'll back off or if your desire overrides your morals. and it does. the desire is coming off of you in thick and dense waves, it's almost suffocating. but Sylus can't get enough - it's addicting.

and when you sneer down at him, lean in and whisper filthy insults to him, he nearly moans. but instead he furrows his eyebrows closer together, a strained look on his face as he lets the arousal wash over him again. he feels insulted, offended and also he doesn't want you to stop. he even provokes it further by telling you to keep going, pretending to command it, pretending to be in control of it all. but it's all a front, a front that he wants you to break down. and you do. you shove your fingers in his mouth and keep degrading him. "you sly motherfucker.", "filthy whore.", "giving it so easy to just anyone.", "my fucktoy." and more. if you hit the exact right insult, his breath will hitch, and the cocky arrogant look in his eyes will break ever so slightly. he's so eager to hear it, he needs to hear it from you. might even moan on accident if you ever catch him off guard. a rare but delicious occurrence indeed.

when you ride him, and slap him across the face, he laughs in disbelief, but the red flushed skin stings deliciously, he might blurt out a "...fuck. that was hot, do it again. I dare you." before another slap hits him immediately. you grab his face and dig your fingers into the abused skin while spitting out a, "who the fuck do you think you are?" his lowered gaze meets yours, challengingly, and you (provoked) obviously hit him again. his breath hitches again and becomes uneven as the pain shoots thunderbolts all over his body but especially to his dick, throbbing with each sting. he wants to laugh, his heart clenching as he shudders from the sheer power you exude over him in this moment, fiery passion not dying down for a second as you mess with him.

would especially love if you sink your teeth into him so hard it breaks the skin. he'd groan out in pain as the sharp teeth sink into his soft skin deep enough, and to see you lean up and wipe a bit of his blood from your lips.... yeah he's already cumming without warning. oh noo~ sure would suck if you punished him for finishing already~

him passing out and then waking up to you impatiently slapping his face, be it with a crop or your soft hand? yeah his heart just skipped a beat and he fell in love with you all over again.

I like to imagine—

—giving him head, and he’s overstimulated from the tight squeeze of your throat and the bewitching swirl of your tongue. And he’s leaned back on his elbows, watching you with flushed cheeks and parted lips, keeping your head in place and rucking his hips up against your mouth despite begging you to stop earlier. And when he’s right there, you tug your panties to the side and mount him, your walls quaking around him and swallowing him up so nicely. And he cums so hard, his eyes rolling back, and he’s spasming from the intensity of it all, chanting your name like a broken hymnal. Thanking you for being so generous. For treating him so good.

Me everytime I look at him

This is so cute😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Putting on sum acne patches in the shape of hello kitty gets me thinking of sylus and readers baby putting all kinds of glittery pink stickers on sylus face as a way of wanting to bond with her daddy

Like imagine walking in ur bbys room, and all u see is sylus laying on the pink carpet as ur daughter puts stickers on his face to make him look "less mean" ? ...

I cant-

Me rn

y’all havin a good september?

Impulsive Thoughts

The LADS Men reacting to you sending them this video. This really had me choking on mouthwash at five in the morning bro where do y'all find this stuff.

‼️MDNI MDNI MDNI‼️

Zayne

[Sent it to him in the middle of dinner at home]

Zayne: *looks at you over his phone*

MC: *avoiding eye contact*

Zayne: I hope you washed your hands before sitting down to eat

MC: Of course I washed my hands I wasn't raised in a barn

Zayne: Just making sure you're not spreading your bodily fluids all over our meal

MC: When you word it like that it sounds disgusting

Zayne: Well...

MC: I WASHED MY HANDS

Zayne: Did you scrub under your nails

MC: They’re clean Zayne stop

Rafayel

[Sent it to him while he was taking a quick break from painting]

Rafayel: ...

MC: ....

Rafayel: Were you?

MC: Eat your food

Rafayel: Which picture or did you use your imagination?

MC: I should've never sent you that

Rafayel: You're so scandalous *pinches your cheek*

MC: Stop that

Rafayel: If it makes you feel better I do that to your pictures often

MC: You're such a freak

Rafayel: SO ARE YOU

MC: I guess we're both freaks then

Rafayel: .....can I be dessert?

MC: Of course

Rafayel: Fuck yea !

Xavier

[Sent it to him while you were just hanging out in his apartment]

Xavier: Which hand?

MC: *Chokes* im sorry?

Xavier: right or left?

MC: Uhm right....

Xavier: Which fingers?

MC: is it hot in here?

Xavier: pointer & middle or middle & ring ?

MC: ....middle & ring

Xavier: Show me

MC: w-what

Xavier: I want to see how you touch yourself to my face when its right in front of you

MC: *Stunned*

Sylus

[Sent it to him when he was about to leave]

Sylus: I see you still have no shame when sharing your inner most thoughts with me

MC: You like it

Sylus: How are you so sure?

MC: Your ears are bright red

Sylus: ....

MC: Does the idea intrigue you that much?

Sylus: Are you done?

MC: I used this picture in case you were wondering *Shows Sylus a picture of him fresh out the shower*

Sylus: You're quite bold to continue provoking me

MC: Yet you've done nothing but stand there

Sylus: *Ties MC up*

mmmm Girl Dinner! 🤤🤤👅

Sylus gets a headache | ao3 | other fics in this 'series'

Summary: Sylus has secured the promise from you that he can use your place as a safe house if he's in the area and needs it. Sylus's definition of "need", it turns out, might be different than your own, as illustrated by the first time he shows up unannounced at your door.

Sylus x gn reader, Sylus x mc, no use of y/n. This story contains: fluff, banter, Sylus has a hard time keeping his hands to himself, legal arguments, bad puns, self-indulgent writing, repetitive finger caressing, insomnia that Sylus is determined to vanquish by any means, Xavier is an innocent victim in all this and has no idea, except has Xavier ever been innocent in his entire life? CWs: insomnia, consumption of alcohol, profanity SFW, mostly. With some filthy innuendos at the end. It's Sylus, after all.

It has been a few days since you had the best night’s rest you can remember on the back of a certain miscreant crime lord’s motorcycle, and you’re once again preparing for a long, torturous night of staring at the ceiling and trying to catalogue all the classes of wanderers in an attempt to lull yourself to sleep—Nero’s suggestion. You have your doubts about whether it will work, but he gave the advice so earnestly after overhearing you talking to Tara about your insomnia that you feel obligated to give it a go. Sylus would probably scoff and say something about ‘people pleasing,’—you shake your head. That man does not get to live rent free in your brain, no matter how suspiciously kind he was the last time you saw him.

The kettle squeals, and you pour the boiling water into your chipped “World’s Greatest Hunter” mug that Caleb had gifted you once you were admitted into the Association’s ranks. The hot liquid steams soothingly into your face as it drowns a chamomile teabag, and you try not to think about the last time you saw him, when he was smiling. Patting your head. Whole, and so, so vibrantly alive. You take a deep, shaky breath.

After a suggestion from Tara, you add some honey and then slice a lime and squeeze the juice into the tea, absently stirring the spoon and gazing out your balcony window. You’re home early for once, and the sun is only just setting. You can’t see it through the high rises around you, but dusk filters down into the streets below your flat. The gentle sounds of the city moving into late evening drift up, the traffic like waves crashing on the shore, laughter and shop bells tinkling, a dog barking somewhere.

Suddenly, your doorbell chimes through your apartment and startles you out of your reverie. Did you forget that you had ordered something to be delivered today?

Without thinking too hard about it, you take your still piping-hot tea and pad to the foyer to answer the door.

Only to have your sense of calm shattered as you fling the mug out of sheer, instinctual self-preservation that Zayne accuses you of not having, when you see who is standing on the other side.

Quicker than your brain can actually process Sylus’s presence outside your flat, scarlet-night tendrils have prevented the mug from shattering on the floor, but have failed to stop the liquid from continuing its projectile path right onto his red, standing collar shirt and black vest.

“The fuck, Sylus?”

“You really, and I mean really, need to work on your greetings, kitten,” he tells you calmly, evol delivering the mug into his waiting hand while he holds the suitcase he has in the other hand away from his body to avoid being dripped on by his now soaked torso.

“Sorry, you were the last person I was expecting.” You wince, heart still threatening to beat its way out of your rib cage.

“Oh, expecting someone, are we?” he lifts a dark silver eyebrow.

“No, but least of all… you.” You flap your hand in his general direction. “What are you even doing here?”

“How about,” he drawls, “you let me in, and I’ll tell you. You wouldn’t want your neighbors to get curious and come to inquire about the mess I’m making on your doorstep, would you?”

You stare at him for a moment longer, trying to think of a way out of having him in your space, again, but you’re tired at the end of another long day, another long week, another long month and this whole entire fucking year. Trying to get rid of him will take more energy than just letting him do what he wants so that he’ll go away again. You run a hand down your face and shuffle aside.

He enters, and the scent of him fills the small foyer, warm and mouth-watering. He sets the briefcase and mug on the floor, removes his dress shoes and places them neatly by your own hastily-kicked-off boots next to the step leading into the rest of your flat. He then picks the mug back up and reads what’s written on it.

“World’s best hunter, indeed.” He snorts softly, eyes flicking from your face to your thin tank top and sleep shorts covered in grinning little bounce, bounce planet blobbus, to your bare feet. “Is this how the world’s greatest hunter always answers the door to unknown visitors?”

“It was a gift,” you say defensively, snatching the mug from him and cradling it to your chest. “And the only people who would be at my door this late is Xavier borrowing a cup of sugar for some doomed baking experiment, or a delivery person. I’m sure they’ve seen much worse than this,” you sweep your hand down your body in a dismissive flourish.

“Oh, I’m sure they’ve seen much worse.” Sylus frowns slightly.

“Yeah, so if they don’t like it, they’re welcome to move on to their next delivery.”

“Or buy their own sugar,” Sylus murmurs, reaching out to run a finger along your knuckles as you clutch the mug. “And who gave you this highly accurate mug?”

You hesitate, knowing that his face is going to do something complicated, like it always does, when you mention your family. But fuck it, he asked. If he doesn’t like the answer, he can also move on to whatever his next nefarious errand is. “Someone who was like a brother to me.”

“Brother, huh,” he says softly, still gently stroking your skin. “Well, he wasn’t wrong in this.” His hand falls back to his side. “Invite me all the way in, kitten. With your words,” he commands.

“And why should I do that? The deal was to let you come in. You’re in now. You don’t need to come in any further. Now it’s your turn to honor the deal. Why are you here?” You glare up at him, your foyer feeling minuscule with his big body and presence filling it.

“You offered me your place if I ever needed it,” Sylus narrows his glittering eyes. “I needed it today before you flung steaming liquid all over my clothes. And now I need it even more.” He looks pointedly down at the still-dripping clothes in question.

“What did you originally need it for?” You stall, the guilt of throwing a mug full—half! Half full! of tea at him starting to creep in.

“How about you invite me all the way into your home, with your words, help me take care of this mess you caused,” he waves a lazy finger at his torso, “and I’ll tell you.”

“But you already promised to tell me why you’re here in exchange for the initial value of me letting you in, and I let you in. I already paid. You can’t make me pay twice for the same goods,” you protest.

“Remind me to take you with me the next time I have contract negotiations. You’re more useful than my own legal counsel.” He pauses, considering you. “Circumstances have changed. Force majeure prevents me from fulfilling my original promise without requiring additional time and means to fulfil that promise. You owe me the opportunity to successfully deliver what I owe you.”

“What, exactly, is preventing you from telling me why you originally came to my home right here in my entryway?”

“The consequences of an unforeseeable natural disaster,” he answers with a little helpless shrug. “Namely, the trauma of nearly getting drowned in tea following almost being taken out by a mug launched with your god-like strength. Kitten, your assault is the equivalent of an act of god, and I can’t be responsible for the fact that I now need a dry shirt and a safe place to recover from the shock of almost being murdered by your tableware.”

You can’t help it. It has been so long since you’ve actually laughed out loud, so the noise that comes out of you doesn’t even sound human. You’re laughing, and you can’t stop. The affronted look on Sylus’s face in response to your ugly-snorts, causes you to laugh even more, and you’re suddenly bending over, holding your knees, laughing like you might die if you stop.

After a long moment, when you are finally able to breathe again, you straighten and find Sylus looking at you with a soft expression, one corner of his wide mouth slightly lifted… which is alarming. But you’re too filled with gratitude for the relief of laughing that his absurd exaggeration just gave you, so you refuse to think about anything at all too hard right now. You give in.

“Sylus, would you do me the honor of coming into my home? You can tell me what the hell you’re doing here after I find you a dry shirt.” You sarcastically bow as low as you can, your arms uplifted to gesture him forward.

“I suppose I can’t refuse such a graciously extended offer,” he says, as if resigned to a terrible fate, but his smile is smug and he wastes no time striding into your living room while unbuttoning his vest. He gently lays it over the back of your couch, and begins unbuttoning his shirt. You force yourself to stop staring as the pale skin slowly being revealed with each flick of his long fingers and head to your bedroom.

You paw through your chest of drawers, trying to find a shirt that will fit his broad shoulders and chest, but all you manage to do is make even more of a mess in your barely organized drawers. You stand, remembering the hoodie Xavier leant you after a recent, particularly messy battle on a chilly night. You move to your closet where you had hung it carefully to remind yourself to give it back to him after having washed it. You pull it from the hanger, turn around, and squeal loud enough to shatter glass.

Sylus is standing right behind you, chest bare, black slacks hung low around his narrow hips, and you did not heard him come in.

“I thought we were past the terror stage of our friendship, sweetheart,” he says, cocking his head, the same ruby stud earrings he was wearing at the club flashing in the light. “But that’s twice today that I’ve frightened you to the point of violence. Am I really that scary?”

“You keep… appearing, out of nowhere. A little warning would be appreciated,” you huff, heart pounding. You don’t know why you’re so nervous around him. Really. It has nothing to do with the broad expanse of creamy skin and pillowy man-tits shoved in your face at the moment. “And honestly, considering the fact that our friendship started with you choking me out and keeping me captive for days, it’s a wonder that I’m not more scared of you,” you flare, because yeah, how dare he act like you should be over the absolute shit-show of your first encounter, when you’ve hardly had any time to get to know him. That’s why you’re nervous. There is no other possible explanation. A couple friendly interactions do not make up for how much of an evil bastard he was when you first met him.

“Would you like me to wear a bell when I’m here, then?” he asks, conveniently ignoring the reminder regarding how he treated you not so long ago.

“How about you just stay out of my bedroom and stay where I can see you at other times,” you snap, feeling violent again at the intrusive thought of Sylus wearing a collar around his thick neck, cute little bell dinging every time he moved.

“I’ll do my best,” he says absently, clearly distracted by his thorough inventory of your bedroom as he takes in the tumbling plants in mismatched pots on floating shelves hanging over the unmade bed, the army of plushies scattered over the bunched up mountain of duvet and pillows. Your bed used to be your sanctuary. The place where you could find rest and relaxation after exhausting battles and long days squinting at the computer filing incident reports. Now it just gives you anxiety. You try to pull his attention away from the chaos of your former safe space by holding Xavier’s hoodie out for Sylus to take.

“Here, this might fit you.”

Sylus looks down at your offering, crosses his arms, and takes a step back, as if the hoodie is so offensive that it warrants recoiling physically from it. “That’s quite a big hoodie for you, even for days when you want to be comfortable,” he says evenly.

“It’s not mine, but it’s clean, and I’m pretty sure it’s the only thing I have right now that will fit you,” you say, shaking it a little in the universal, impatient gesture of just take it already for fuck’s sake.

“And who is its actual owner?”

“Xavier.”

“In the habit of wearing your partner’s clothing, are we?” he asks, still staring at it, the disdain now plain in his assessment of the sweatshirt.

“Uh, sometimes? We were on a mission recently and my jacket got torn to the point of uselessness, and it was cold. He let me wear his hoodie so I wouldn't be cold. It's been washed since then, so it's clean. I’ll just wash it again when you’re done using it before I return it. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

After what seems like a ridiculous amount of time for him to apparently make some mental calculations that only he will ever understand, he finally takes the soft hoodie from you, fingertips brushing yours as he grasps the fabric. You can’t figure out why he he suddenly looks more smugly evil than you’ve ever seen, with his lips curved up in a sardonic smirk. “Oh, of course, I’m sure he will not mind at all.” He pulls the hoodie over his head and shimmies a little as he drags it down is body; it’s a little tight around the shoulders, but you don’t think it’s tight enough to permanently stretch the fabric.

After it’s on, he tugs the collar up to his nose and inhales deeply.

“What are you doing?” you ask, as if you can’t see perfectly well what he is doing.

“It smells like you,” he answers, shameless, as if that is a perfectly reasonable answer to your question.

“Well, I did wear it, and wash it with my normal detergent and it has been hanging in my closet for a while, so…” your voice trails off.

“And soon it will smell like me too,” he continues, letting the collar fall with a satisfied flick of his fingers.

What even is this conversation? “Can you just be normal? For once?" A look of boredom is all the response you get, so you continue. "Now get out of my bedroom. Come tell me why you’re here in the first place.” You stride past him, making your way into the living room.

He follows you obediently and plops down on the couch, and just like last time, spreads his legs wide. This time, he is able to rest his arms on either side along the back of the couch, effectively occupying the whole damn thing. He sits quietly, looking at you expectantly.

You stand, arms folded, a safe distance away from the couch near the kitchen island.

“Well?” You prompt.

“It’s customary to offer your guest a refreshing beverage upon receiving them in your home. I believe I offered you wine the first time I hosted you in my own home.”

“Hosted?” He can’t be serious. “What a generous euphemism for ‘unlawfully imprisoned,’” you bite out.

“Po-tae-to,” he says serenely, “Po-tah-to.”

“Sylus,” you warn—about what, you’re not sure. He wants a beverage? Okay, perhaps you’ll fling more hot tea at him if he doesn’t start talking.

“Kitten.” He continues gazing at you, clearly in no hurry to move things along.

“If you don’t tell me, right now, why the hell you showed up at my place unannounced, I will report you as a burglar and have you removed by the authorities.”

“But then how will you explain to Xavier why I’ve been arrested wearing his sweater?” he asks, eyes wide, all concern for what your partner’s thoughts on the matter would be, and what they would mean for you.

“Burglars have been known to be creeps and go rooting through their victims’ closets and wearing their clothes! I’ll just say you were wearing it when I got here. Maybe he’ll be worried that it’s him you’re actually interested in harassing,” you snicker, trying to picture Xavier’s reaction.

As you’re speaking, Sylus pulls out his phone and fiddles with it with a bored expression on his face.  

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I boring you? Perhaps you should go find something more interesting to do and leave me in peace,” you grind out after you’ve finished and notice his complete lack of attention.

Your irritation is interrupted by a notification on your phone. Since Sylus is so busy messing with his, you grab yours from where it has been lying on the counter since before Sylus interrupted your peaceful evening staring out into the city. You see that you have a new message from… the man currently oozing across the entirety of your couch, head lolled to the side and watching you with a hint of amusement curving his mouth.

You open the chat, and your eyes widen at the conversation that never fucking happened currently loading into your chat history, with time stamps corresponding to when Sylus showed up at your door.

You: Oh Sylus, my big, handsome partner in crime, I think there’s an intruder in my flat and I’m so scared!

The Sytuation: What makes you think theres an intruder in your home, kitten? Im on my way.

You: There is sugar missing from my pantry! I just bought a new bag yesterday, and it’s gone! Oh please, my dark knight, come protect me from the sugar thief who should buy his own sugar and stop coming to my place to pilfer mine!

The Sytuation: Of course, sweetie. Go wait by the door, Ill be there in 5.

“What. Is. This. Fuckery,” you demand, thrusting your phone in his face.

He shrugs. “You threatened to lie about why I’m here in a bid to get rid of me. Did you not expect me to counter your move to ensure that no one will believe you?” he pauses, and then narrows his eyes. "Did you really save me in your phone as 'The Situation,' with a Y?"

"Punny, right? My phone doubles as my work phone. You really think I'm going to save your real name in my contacts? I might as well just save you as 'Sylus Qin, leader of Onychinus, most wanted criminal in the N109 zone," you grumble. "And trust me, that's the nicest name I could come up with."

"Punny," he repeats derisively, unimpressed.

“And don't derail. What is this nonsense about a sugar thief?” You wave the phone again.

“Your colleague should learn to stock his own pantry if he wants to engage in… what did you call them? Doomed baking experiments?”

“How did you even… why does it look so real?” You gaze down at the texts that look so authentic that if they hadn’t been filled with such bullshit, you’d be doubting your own sanity about whether the conversation had really happened.

“You’re really surprised that faking evidence, alibis and dirt on my opponents is a part of my vast skill set? I’m hurt that you underestimate me so.” He looks at you like he’s disappointed, a little pout pulling down his stupid beautiful mouth.

“For fuck’s sake.” You’re done. The longer you resist, the longer Sylus will be in your flat, driving you up the wall. “Fine. Fine!” You set your phone down again and throw up your hands. “What do you want to drink, Sylus?”

“Two fingers of gin, if you have it. Or brandy. Or vodka.” He thinks for a moment. “I’m not feeling too picky tonight.”

“I don’t keep hard liquor in my house, you alcoholic. I have a half-open bottle of rosé in the fridge. Will that satisfy his lordship?” You turn resignedly to trod your way to your fridge.

“What vineyard and vintage?” he asks, perking up.

You open the fridge and pull out the bottle. You squint at the label. “I dunno. It has a cute fish on the label, so I bought it.”

He looks at you like you just murdered Mephisto, and you begin pouring the pink liquid into another mug. This one says UNT on the side in big block letters, matching the size of the handle so that when you hold it, the handle looks like a matching C. You walk back to where he’s sitting, and you think that maybe your smile looks as smug as Sylus’s usually does when you hand him his drink.

He takes the mug from you, snorts when he reads the side, and then look at its contents dubiously for a moment.

“You taste it first,” he finally says, looking back up at you.

“Worried I poisoned it?” You’re still grinning.

“As you say,” he says, tilting his head.

“Perhaps you shouldn’t demand beverages from people you don’t trust then.”

“I trust you, just not your taste in wine after learning you choose bottles based on the cuteness of the label. Indulge me,” he murmurs. “Prove to me that you’re willing to drink it, and that it’s not just swill you’re trying to get rid of by offering it to me.”

You take the mug from him and lift it to your lips, taking a sip, watching him over the rim as you swallow. His nostrils flair, and he lifts his hand in a gesture for you to return it to him. Instead of giving it back, you take one more big gulp, and his brow furrows. Only after you've slowly swallowed again do you comply, relishing the warmth spreading through your body as you lower the mug for him to take. He brushes your fingers again as he takes it back. He turns the mug, so that his mouth hovers where yours just was. He then closes his eyes and inhales, gently swirling the liquid inside. Eyes still closed, he takes a sip.

After a moment, he sighs. “Thank you. This is actually not bad, for a rosé.”

“You’re such a snob,” you smile down at him, irrationally pleased that he seems so pleased.

“Life is too difficult, and too short, to waste on inferior experiences. I only like tasting the best,” he says, bright red eyes opening and fixing on you.

He looks up at you like you should be able to draw some deeper meaning from his words, but you’re tired, warm from the wine, and despite how much he winds you up you were just moments ago, right now you’re strangely relaxed for the first time in days.

“Tell me why you’re here, Sylus,” you say quietly.

“You told me I could use your place when I needed it,” he says, just as softly. He takes another drink, rolls it around in his mouth. Swallows, his adam’s apple dipping.

“And why did you need it this evening?”

“I had some negotiations regarding a business acquisition that I’m considering in this part of Linkon City, and they were abhorrently boring. By the time they were over, I had a splitting headache, and the sunlight didn’t help. It would have been unsafe to operate a motor vehicle under those conditions, so I thought I’d come and wait for it to pass in my newest ‘safe house,’ he answers gravely, as if getting a headache was a perfectly logical reason to crash your evening and take over your couch. “Wouldn’t want to endanger the innocent citizens of Linkon City with reckless driving, now would we?”

“Aren’t all of your shady business deals done under the cover of darkness? Why were you here at a meeting during the day?”

He’s holding the mug in one hand by his fingertips now, along the rim, slowly swirling it. He crosses one long leg over the other and answers languidly. “You’re assuming that today’s business was ‘shady.’”

“So your business today was legitimate?” You’ve been standing for awhile now, and begin to shift from bare foot to bare foot.

He hums in acknowledgement. “My business interests are as varied as they are successful. You insult me by looking so surprised.”

“Well I would never want to insult you,” you drawl. “So that’s it? You got a headache and decided you’d crash my evening?”

He nods, touching his temple and grimacing. “It’s still pretty bad, to be honest.”

“The daylight bothers you that much?” you ask, genuinely curious. You have always assumed that it was the nature of his occupation and perhaps just a proclivity for being a night owl that explained his nocturnal existence, but now you’re wondering if it’s not something deeper that has him avoiding it as much as possible.

You finally decide to give your tired feet a break and perch on the little corner of couch cushion that has been freed for use by Sylus crossing his legs. “If sunlight bothers you that much, what could possibly be so important to come out in it today?”

“Are you really asking about the details of my business ventures, sweetheart?” he asks in what you suspect is feigned astonishment.

“And if I am?”

“Then I’ll tell you,” he responds easily.

“Then I am.”

“I’m in discussions for acquiring a chain of entertainment venues in Linkon City.” He leans his head on the couch’s backrest and lets it roll to the side to keep looking at you. He catches the look of disgust that is no doubt obvious on your face.

“Entertainment venues,” you say flatly.

“Yes. Is there something wrong with that?”

“What kind of … entertainment venues?” you ask, hating yourself for wanting to know. It’s his business if he wants to buy porn shops, or strip clubs, or brothels—your stomach twists, and you refuse to consider why.

“What kind of ideas are racing through that fascinating brain of yours?” he asks, reaching up and running two of his fingers along your temple, brushing your hair away from your eyes.

“Nothing,” you bite out, turning your face away from his touch. You normally dislike how you have a hard time concealing how you’re feeling, but you particularly hate it right now.

“Mmhmm,” he murmurs. “Then, to answer your question, it’s a chain of arcades.”

Your brain grinds to a halt. Did he just say—

“Arcades?”

He nods, and winces, closing his eyes. You’re starting to believe that his head is actually hurting him, and you feel bad for throwing dishware and hot tea at him and refusing to offer him more than the one drink he asked for.

“Why would you be interested in acquiring an arcade chain?”

“Even for odious crime lords, it’s always wise to have a diversified business portfolio.”

You have called him a lot of things both out loud and in your head, but you’d never call him odious. Odorous, perhaps, when he’s sweating heavily after being riddled with bullets. But you have to suppress the urge to chastise him about talking about himself that way.

“Which chain is it?”

“You probably don’t know it,” he says, as if bored with the question. “It’s not a very large chain, but large enough for my interests.”

“Try me! I love going to the arcade when I have some free time. I mean, you’ve seen my plushie collection now that you invited yourself into my house,” you bounce a little on the couch.

“You invited me, kitten. You’ve had a choice, each and every time.”

“Don’t deflect! Answer the question!” You’re quite excited about this. Maybe if it’s a place you know, that has a location nearby, he’ll give you a discount if he ends up buying them? Like an employee discount or something. Is that ethical? You should check the Association’s employee handbook for conflicts of interest.

He squints, as if preparing to evaluate your reaction, and names your favorite place to play the claw machine.

“For real? You’re really going to buy them?”

“I still have to review the contract that was proposed during today’s discussions with my legal counsel, but if negotiations are successful, then yes,” he says, casually examining his nails.

Your excitement is hard to contain, but you suddenly have a troubling thought. “You’re not going to change anything, right? Like, that place is perfect as it is, and the employees are all really friendly and helpful and clearly work hard to keep it really nice,” you rush out, worried that he’s planning to reduce the staff  or try to jack up the prices for a larger profit margin.

He turns to look at you again, and doesn’t answer for long enough that you’re really starting to worry. But then he says softly, “No, I’m not going to change a thing.”

“Oh? So they’re doing well? It’s a solid financial investment?” You’re so relieved, safe in the knowledge that your plushies will continue to be accessible, insofar as claw machines by design allow them to be.

Sylus laughs softly. “Yes, the financials all look good. Considering your interest in the nature of binding agreements, would you like to look over the purchase agreement with me? I have it with me.”

“I’d actually really like to, but I’m starting to get really tired,” you yawn, the relief you were just feeling—the relief of knowing that Sylus wasn’t up to anything that would leave a blood trail today, relief that he didn’t come tonight to try to force you to resonate or finally kill you for refusing to do so, and most importantly, relief that he wasn’t going to acquire and ruin one of the little pleasures in your life—all of it is now drowned out by a heavy feeling of pleasant drowsiness.

“Then I’ll read it to you, until you fall asleep.”

“Huh? You want to stay?”

“Yes,” he says, hauling himself to his feet and offering you his hand. You take it in confusion, and he lifts you to your feet as well. He sets the now empty mug on your coffee table, and then places his hands on your shoulders, gently guiding you from behind to your bedroom.

“Why?” you ask, not even thinking to object.

“Headache, remember?” He pushes you gently by your shoulders so that you’re sitting on your bed.

“How can you review legalese when you’re suffering from a headache?” You sink into the softness of the mattress.

“Why don’t you let me worry about that?” he says, nudging you until you’ve scooted to the middle of the bed. “Don’t move. I’m going to get my tablet out of my briefcase.” He disappears through the doorway, and you’re left sitting on your bed, surrounded by all of your plushies, and you have no idea what’s happening. You’re just too tired to argue with him. You really did miscalculate by spending all of your energy trying to get rid of him when he first arrived.

But just because you’re bone-tired, doesn’t mean you’re going to let him boss you around. You get off the bed and pad into the kitchen, passing him as he snaps his briefcase shut, tablet in hand.

“I distinctly recall telling you not to move,” he gripes, pushing up an elegant set of gold framed glasses perched on the uneven bridge of his nose with a middle finger. Huh, you didn’t know he needed glasses to read. He looks almost … cute wearing them, a little less feral. Like a leopard wearing a monocle.

Suppressing the thought of Sylus and cute in the same sentence, you ignore him, grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it with water. Then you rummage through your most chaotic kitchen drawer for a few moments, before triumphantly pulling out what you were looking for.

You pad back over to where he’s still watching you, and offer him the glass and the half-used blister pack of over-the-counter painkillers you fished out of your chaos drawer. “Here.”

He looks down at your hands, offering him what you hope is some relief from his headache. His face is impassive, and you’re worried he assumes you’re trying to poison him again. But then he tucks the tablet under one arm, and reaches out with both hands to grasp the glass and the pill pack—except he doesn’t take them from your hands. He envelops yours with his, and pulls you gently closer to him. He somehow manages to pop two tablets out of the pack with his thumb, and they drop into your curved palm. Still holding your hand, he leans down to sweep them from your skin with his tongue. In a complete daze, you watch him lift the glass that you’re still holding to his lips, and he takes a long pull of water, washing the pills down, all the while holding your gaze with his. When he’s done, he slowly lowers your hands again.

“Thank you,” he murmurs “For the benevolence of your heart.” He says it gravely, as if you’ve just saved his life instead of giving him some headache medicine.

“You’re welcome,” you whisper, feeling like you’ve been struck by a truck after… whatever that was, feeling the warmth of his tongue in the palm of your hand like he was still licking it. Sylus then turns and heads back to your bedroom.

You set the glass and the now-empty pill pack on the kitchen island, thinking you’ll clean up tomorrow if you manage to sleep tonight, and follow him.

In the bedroom, Sylus sits, leaning back against your headboard, having needed to gently scoop some plushies out of the way to make room. He stretches his legs out in front of him with a sigh. He looks so soft, wrapped in the white hoodie, silver hair rumpled, surrounded by pillows and cute little plushies.

It’s getting increasingly difficult to remember that the man currently sinking into your duvet and wiggling his sock-covered toes in contentment is the same man who straight up exploded the man who dared kidnap you, and then proceeded to kidnap you himself after choking you to the point of passing out. You try to hold both of these truths about him in your mind at the same time, but the image of Sylus dancing you gently through a press of bodies, of the way he caresses your fingers at every opportunity, the soft slide of his tongue along your palm—these images are conquering every other version of him that you know to be true in your mind. You wonder briefly if this is part of some larger scheme of his, and what his endgame could possibly be. But right now, you’re too fucking tired to care.

“What is even happening,” you ask. You’re exhausted, but you still have enough mental reserves to question how you got here, in this situation, with this man migrating from vanquishing your couch to a large part of your bed. “Is the coffee table, or kitchen table insufficient for your needs? Why are you going to review the paperwork here, on my bed?”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice how quickly you fell asleep on my back on the motorcycle the other night, sweetheart. I’m just reading you a bedtime story featuring limitations of liability and allocation of risk so that you can finally get some sleep again.” He pats his thigh. “Here.”

You just stare at him. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” he warns, tapping his thigh again with one long finger. Just for that, you glare mutinously at him and fold your arms over your chest.

He sighs again, this time in exasperation, and leans over, firmly lifting you and setting you down so that your head is pillowed against his meaty thigh. He begins to run his fingertips gently up and down the middle of your back. He returns his attention to his tablet. “Now listen carefully,” he commands, before flicking the screen with his thumb and beginning to read in his softly in his deep, rich voice.

But of course you don't. You fall asleep as the skyscrapers light up like a dragon's hoard of jewels in the night sky outside your window, to the sounds of Sylus’s quiet recitation of indeed, a terribly boring contract, and the whisper of his fingers along your skin.

When you wake up, there is another black feather on your pillow, and you are alone. You yawn, once again feeling unbelievably rested despite the chaos Sylus always brings to your door and into your life. You stretch leisurely, spreading your arms wide and turning your head on the pillow, when something catches in your earlobe. You reach up and run your fingers along a stud earring that was not there when you fell asleep. You feel your other earlobe, but it's empty. You grab your phone from the nightstand, knocking over a semiautomatic hand pistol with scarlet flames engraved along the grip that you also don't remember owning onto the floor. You stare at it briefly, ready to commit murder if you check it and find that the safety isn't on. But first things first: you put the phone camera in selfie mode and lift it to your face, but quickly lower it again after confirming that it is indeed a ruby stud in your ear, sparkling cheekily in the morning sunlight.

Later, you're relieved to find that Sylus did actually leave the safety on on your new little ... toy, and you'll find that the mugs have been washed and set neatly away, the empty pack of painkillers placed in the recycling bin. You also see that various takeout containers and other debris that had piled up on a lot of surfaces in your place are also gone, and the countertops are clean, the coffee and kitchen table gleam in the early morning sunlight. You don't notice that the white hoodie is nowhere to be found, until you meet up with Xavier later in the day. He's wearing one that looks exactly like it.

"Thanks for returning the hoodie," he yawns. "But you really didn't have to."

You pause, feeling a thread of panic start to wind its way through your stomach. You decide to just... go with it. "Oh? You found it okay?"

"Yeah, but why did you just leave it hanging from my door handle? You could have rung and come in. I had a new limited edition bag of those cookies you were looking at in the corner store last week. I would have shared some with you... but now I've eaten them all," he admits sheepishly, big blue eyes shimmering with guilt.

You try to think fast. Did Sylus give back the hoodie without washing it? What the fuck was he thinking? He could have been seen! Does this flat have surveillance footage? Does Xavier suspect anything? You realize that you still haven't answered Xavier's question as your panic spirals. "Oh, you know, didn't want to wake you up," you flap your hands, as if you can flap this entire situation right out of your messy life.

"Well, I don't know what you did to it, but it feels brand new. As if it's never even been washed. And you somehow got out the bbq sauce stain that no matter how much I sprayed it with that stain remover stuff would never come out. So you're going to have to teach me some of that laundry magic," he says contentedly, snuggling further into the entirely new hoodie that you now realize Sylus must have somehow, over the course of the night, had hand-delivered to Xavier's place. "Uh huh," you say absently, pulling out your phone to furiously text Mr. Asshat when you see that he has also changed his name in your contact list.

You: What the hell did you do with Xavier's hoodie?"

My Sy: It doesnt matter who it belonged to before me. All that matters is that its mine now.

You: It doesn't even fit you properly! You're too big for it!

My Sy: Nothing a little size training cant fix.

Your jaw drops. He cannot be implying what you think he's implying. This is your filthy mind at work. You decide that you will simply pretend this conversation never happened. Absolutely nothing good can come from trying to figure out what the fuck is going through Sylus's head at any given moment.

You: And 'My Sy?' Really?

My Sy: Its not punny, but it rhymes. And its accurate. Gotta put the phone down for a bit, kitten. Business requires my attention. Ill be seeing you soon.

You stare at his last message for long enough that Xavier asks if you're okay. You're not. You're not okay. You couldn't even bring yourself to ask him about the other earring, or the gun. You just slowly slip your phone back into your cargo pants pocket and try very hard to stop thinking, for the rest of the day.

THE CAPTION HNFSHGSHREFDRB I JUST WOKE UPPPFHFGFGFDF

i've convinced myself that this is what sylus looks like when he cums

THE LAST TWO PARAGRAPHS DHEBDHNWRHJWNRDHJWJEJSNAAAAAAAÀAAAAAAA

SLAYED. AUTHOR FUCKING SLAYED.

hunger and yearning

pairing: Sylus x gn!reader

tags: nsfw, mdni, riding, doggy style, size difference, possessive Sylus, degradation, praise kink, mentions of breeding, creampie

note: not beta read. i just wanna spread the horniness

Sleeping while wrapped in silk sheets in a hotel luxury bedroom is a much deserved break after months of chasing after Wanderers. It’s been a while since you completed a whole eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. The curtains are still drawn, basking the room in shadows. Your morning is almost perfect, if it weren’t for the empty space beside you.

You crack one eye open to confirm that Sylus wasn’t there. You frown as the gray-haired man is nowhere to be seen. You grab your phone from your bedside table and open up your messages.

“Where are you?” you ask him.

He’s not replying. You sigh and slide off of the bed. You head into the kitchen. There’s already food on the counter. There’s a batch of pancakes with bananas and blueberries and a note beside it. You pick up the note to read it. Apparently, Sylus headed out to the gym to get some morning workout and he’ll be back after an hour. You look at the pancake and smile. He definitely cooked these all by himself.

You take a seat on the counter and grab a fork and a bottle of syrup. You open your phone and play a video as you eat your breakfast. You finish eating your breakfast and head to the living room. You take a seat on the fluffy couch and turn on the television to continue watching what you were watching on your phone.

Suddenly, you hear the lock to the hotel door signal that it’s being unlocked. Sylus enters the room, drenched in sweat. He spots you on the couch and immediately comes over to you.

“Good morning, sweetie,” he greets, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your lips.

“Good morning,” you mumble back. You cup his cheek and look up at him. “I missed you. You weren’t beside me when I woke up.”

He chuckles. “I’m sorry, sweetie. You were asleep so I decided to get some exercise done before we head out. Don’t worry. You’ll have me for the rest of the day. I just have to take a shower first.” He pokes your nose and tries to pull away, but you won’t let him.

He tilts his head at you. You look back up at him and shift your shoulders. The loose pajamas you’re wearing slips off your shoulder. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him and a smirk immediately forms on his lips. You use this opportunity to slowly get up and guide him to sit on the couch. He obliges, maintaining his piercing gaze on yours. His large warm hands cup your hips as you plant both of your knees on either side of his thighs.

“Someone’s a little impatient today,” he teases as one of his hands travels down in between your legs. A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest as he feels your excitement coat his fingers.

You stifle a moan, but your trembling legs give away how deprived you are of his touch. “It’s been a month,” you grumble. “And then I wake up without you on top of me. Tell me, who wouldn’t be impatient, huh?”

Sylus’ smirk grows wider as he watches your fingers fiddle with his sweatpants. “Poor little kitten,” he groans as your soft fingers wrap around his cock. “Well, I’m here now. Go on. Use me for your own pleasure.”

He’s already hard and dripping with precum. You press the head of his cock to your already twitching hole. He pushed your hips down, but not too forcefully. He still lets you sink down on this cock at your own pace, considering how he sees your jaw drop and your eyebrows scrunch up in pain.

“Are you alright, my love?” he whispers, leaning forward to start licking one of your nipples. His tongue swirls around the nub before lightly biting down.

“Mm-hmm!” you whine, throwing your head back. It hurts. You have forgotten how huge he was after a month of not being able to be this close to him. However, that spike of pain that shot throughout your body doesn’t stop you from taking him in. You know that you’ll feel sore after this but what matters right now is to have him inside of you.

You recover yourself and wrap your arms around his neck. You bury your head in his hair, taking in his scent. He smells so good. His body is still warm from his morning workout. You cling to him as you feel the entire length of his cock stretching you out.

“Fuck,” he curses. “You’re so tight, sweetheart.” He looks up at you. With the way his eyes are glazed over, you know that he’s trying his best not to start slamming his cock into you. “I can feel how your walls are holding onto my cock so tightly. Did you miss me that much, huh?”

You simply answer with a nod as you lift your hips up and slowly bounce on his lap. Your jaw laxes, letting small whimpers fill up the empty hotel room. As much as you want to go fast, every time you sink down on his cock, it feels like his tip is pressing against your stomach.

“That’s my good little slut,” he praises, keeping his eyes planted on your pained expression. “Come on, sweetie. Show me how much you missed me.” He runs his rough fingers down your thighs before suddenly slapping your skin. “And I’ll reward you with the proper fucking that you deserve.”

“Yes, baby,” you gasp as you start increasing your pace. You bury your face on the crook of his neck. Each inhale you take is accompanied with his musky scent. That paired with his low moans is driving your mind crazy. The thought of doing the same to him with your hole and moans urges you to keep going faster even though you feel yourself running out of breath.

His palm slaps your bouncing ass several times while your hole continues to devour his cock. The pain from earlier is now replaced with an immense pleasure that you craved for weeks. Even the stinging of your skin that he’s abusing with his hand is being translated into pleasure. Your brain is already muffled and the only thing you can focus on is his cock splitting you in half.

You don’t even register Sylus placing his arms beneath your legs. “Hang on tight, kitten. I’m bringing you to the bedroom,” he says. You do as he says before he stands up with his cock still shoved inside of you. Each step he takes towards the bedroom makes your whole body twitch.

You only realize the two of you are in the bedroom when you feel his cock slip out of you as he places you down on the silky sheets. You whine in protest, now feeling empty. “Sylus,” you plead. “Put it back inside. I want you. Please, please, please….”

He lets out a low chuckle as he crawls on top of you. “So impatient,” he teases, his cock in his hand. He slaps his shaft against your hole. “Are you sure you want me to make a mess of you, sweetheart? You think you’ll be able to keep up, hm?”

You pull your knees up to your shoulders, showing your wet and twitching hole. “I’m all yours, so please just fuck me,” you cry, looking up at him and sticking your tongue out.

He grinds his teeth together at the sight of you. “Fuck, you’re such a good little fucktoy,” he growls before shoving his entire length into you. Before you can even scream, he leans down to devour your lips and your tongue.

He wastes no time slamming his hips against yours. His pace leaves you breathless but wanting for more. You don’t even care when you feel his hand wrap around your neck and start to squeeze. With his mouth against yours and his hands squeezing your neck, your eyes start to roll at the back of your head, already feeling woozy and numb. All you can feel is his cock driving his cock into your needy hole.

“You look so pretty like this, sweetie,” he groans. “You don’t know how much I craved to see you fucking break on my cock. Every night, I came to the thought of your hole wrapped around my cock. I thought about fucking my come into you and breeding you. Maybe if I plant my seed deep inside you, you’ll have no reason to be away from me. Every night, I get to fuck you and fucking breed this greedy little hole of yours over and over.” He laughs as you let out a weak whine. “Oh, you’d like that, don’t you? You like having all my cum inside you, my dirty little slut?” He loosens his grip on your neck. “Answer me, darling,” he demands.

“Yes….yes! Please cum inside me!” you exclaim. “I want it deep inside me. Please I need your cum to fill me up!”

“That’s my good little kitten.”

He pulls out of you and throws your entire body around like you weigh nothing at all before pushing his cock back into you. He grabs your hips, his fingernails digging into your skin. Your screams start to fill up the room as he mercilessly pounds into you. A string of curses escapes lips, feeling your hole tighten up even more.

“Wai-wait! I’m gonna cum!” you cry out. “I’m gonna cum!!”

“That’s right. Cum for me, but I will not be slowing down for you. I want to feel your slutty hole squeeze my cock. I told you I’m not gonna hold back,” he whispers in your ear. “And I intend to keep. My. Promise.” He emphasized the last three words with a deep thrust. On the last thrust, your whole body seizes up.

As promised, he keeps on slamming into you. You haven’t even finished your first orgasm yet but it’s already followed by another one. Your hands try to hold onto something, anything.

Sylus groans in pain above you as your nails drag across his flexed arm. His eyes are in a daze as he watches your eyes roll to the back of your head and your saliva drips out of your mouth. You looked so beautiful underneath him, under his mercy. Even if he did want to stop to let you catch your breath, the feeling of your walls squeezing him is preventing him from doing so. Your warmth is such an aphrodisiac to him.

“You’re so pretty, darling,” he pants. “Such a good little kitten for me.”

You whine in response. You want him to stop. Your whole body is currently oversensitive. You feel like you’re gonna pass out anytime soon.

“I know, sweetie,” Sylus cooes. “I know. I’m almost there.. Just hold on until I can come inside you, okay? Don’t you want my cum pumping you full, hm?”

Your whole body shudders in excitement at the thought of him filling you up. With your brain turned into mush, all you can do is babble incoherent words.

Sylus understands though and presses his entire weight on top of you while continuing to fuck your brains out. You remain incoherent as he takes your hand and intertwines your fingers together. “Fuck, baby. You’re so tight. You belong to me and only me, you get that?” he grunts. “Nobody gets to have this body of yours but me.”

“Yes, yes, yes…yes!” you gasp. “I’m yours. I belong to you. Please treat me as your cumdump. I want to have all your cum inside me…oh god…please, please, please!”

“Fuck, I’m coming,” Sylus says. His hand slips around your neck once again and he squeezes as he increases his pace. You can hear his heavy breaths and moans against your ear. His sweat is dripping down your skin, surrounding you with his strong smell. You can feel his heavy balls slapping against you every time he slams himself into you.

Before you know it, you’re reaching your third orgasm. Sylus curses under his breath and buries his cock deep into you, filling up your stomach with his warm and thick cum. He doesn’t let go of your neck, loving the feeling of how tight you are the more he restricts your airflow. Only when he feels your body go slightly limp that he lets go of you. He lifts himself up and spreads your thighs before he slowly pulls out of you.

He groans as he watches his thick load escape your twitching entrance. He scoops it with the head of his cock and shoves it back inside. He does this repeatedly. Pulling out his cock completely before pushing all of the oozing cum back inside your hungry hole.

He then gently flips your entire body. He cups your face and presses a gentle kiss which you weakly reciprocate. “You think you can still walk for our lunch reservation, sweetie?” he asks, a smile on his face.

You chuckle and wrap your legs around his waist. “You should ask if I still want to go,” you reply. “I think I might want another round of you for lunch instead.”

Your partner laughs. “Anything you want, darling. You know I’ll always give you what you want,” he whispers before pulling you in for another tender kiss.

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Imagine Being Loved By Me (Sylus x Fem!Reader)

Summary:

“I’ll relent. Give my kitten a few hours to…play with her toy. To do as she pleases.”

In short, it’s the MC/Reader’s birthday and Sylus let’s her have her way with him.

Pairing: Sylus x Fem!Reader or MC

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY

Words: 4.6 K

AO3 Link Here

Tags: Light Dom/Sub, Dom!MC or Dom!Reader, Sub!Sylus, Bondage, Cumming (kinda) Untouched, Overstimulation, Porn but there's a thread of a plot

Author's Note: Hope you all enjoy! I haven't really written anything like this in a LOOOONG time so if it's not great I apologize. This is basically just me going hmm, what if you tied him up and made him cry. And well uhh….idk this happened. If you aren't into Submissive Sylus then I'm sorry, you'll probably want to skip out on this one ╥﹏╥

You awoke to rays of sun gently fanning across your face. Your nose scrunched up and you stretched your hands above your head, groaning slightly as your joints began to pop. You felt arms wrap around your waist and you smiled slightly, eyes opening slightly, glancing to the side.

“Someone’s up bright and early,” Sylus sighs, arms bringing you closer to him. His head moves to the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath and giving you a gentle kiss on your pulse point. Your smile widens, cradling the back of his head and guiding him upwards. You share a small peck before pulling back, adoration clear in your gaze.

“Happy birthday, my love,” he whispers into the morning air. You kiss him again as he envelopes you in his embrace.

The day progresses as any other day would, aside from the fact that it’s your birthday and Sylus will stop at nothing to shower you with gifts and attention. Did you mention a beautiful Tiffany & Co. necklace you wanted? He got you the entire collection. You said you wanted a new purse right? He took it upon himself to get you every Birkin he could find in person. It was all too much for you, having a more reserved and shy personality usually, but it’s your birthday so why not live a little.

Sylus led you from place to place, joining you in all of your favorite hobbies before surprising you at the end of the night with your closest friends and coworkers at the local karaoke bar. Sylus had to use his pseudonym, Skye, just as he did when you had coincidentally met him in a similar circumstance. Only this time, instead of trying to distance yourself from him the entire night, you were doing your best not to drag him towards you and kiss him until you saw stars.

“Sweetie,” he whispered in your ear, a shiver running up your spine, “you still have one more gift that you’ll need to open.”

“Oh?” You questioned, your eyebrow raising ever so slightly. “And what might that gift be? Don’t tell me you bought me an entire island or something ridiculous.”

Sylus was silent for a beat, causing you to straighten and whirl around, eyes wide and mouth agape at the implication. He chuckles while shaking his head, eyes scrunching up at the corners. “No my dear, though it can be arranged. All you need to do is ask,”

“NO, no I’m definitely happy and definitely don’t need you to spend anything more than you already have,” you stammer, a light blush coloring your cheeks. His laughter dies down and he smirks, leaning forward so his mouth is up against your ear.

“No love, this gift won’t cost me a thing,” his breath fanning out across your ear. Almost as if he could hear your confusion, he clarifies for you.

“I’ll relent. Give my kitten a few hours to…play with her toy. To do as she pleases.”

You could feel warmth rush through you in that moment, understanding the implication of his words. You never believed in the phrase ‘butterflies in your stomach’ until now, feeling the strange sensation combined with your heart stuttering in your chest, you could tell that it was going to be a long night.

After Sylus’ slight teasing, you slowly begin to exit the karaoke bar, hugging friends and catching up with some old co-workers here and there before finally making a subtle departure. You didn’t want to ruin the party for everyone else, but you also had a present waiting at home that had been plaguing your mind for hours now. You snatched Sylus’ hand and started dragging him over to his motorcycle, the man squeezing your hand gently. 

“I see someone’s anticipation is slowly getting the best of her,” he teased. The motorcycle came into view, which only made you take larger strides.

“If I had known how much you’d enjoy this gift, I would’ve departed a long time ago-” his voice was cut off by you suddenly swinging him forward, leaning him against the bike before cupping his cheeks. His eyes widened before you brought his face forward, your lips colliding in an aggressive kiss, showcasing your pent up frustration. He hummed into the kiss before his hands came to rest on your hips. 

As the kiss deepened, his hands snake towards your ass, that is until you swatted them away. You broke the kiss to find an adorably confused expression on his face. You lean forward, slightly on your tiptoes to try to make eye contact.

“I’m sorry, I thought the birthday girl was going to call the shots. Isn’t that right?” You questioned him with a smug demeanor. His eyes darkened before nodding. You grabbed his chin and pulled him in for another kiss, where it was obvious that you were in complete control. He could feel the smile on your face before pulling back again.

“That’s my good boy.”

He groans, eyes closing again before you bring him back into a possessive kiss. You wanted to muffle any sounds he might make in case anyone had the audacity of hearing him in this state; a state only you were allowed to see. You broke apart from him again, his eyes opening again and looking towards you for further direction.

“Let’s get you home baby, I’ll take care of you,” you softly tell him, hand cupping his face and thumb gently wiping just before his eye. He nods mindlessly at you before whispering “yes ma’am.” He climbs atop of the motorcycle as you follow close behind. Before you realize it, Sylus is weaving in and out of traffic at speeds you knew were nowhere near safe. Could it be due to your hand squeezing his inner thigh, your chest pressed against his back ever so tightly. 

When you arrive at home, you notice that the twins and Mephisto aren’t there to welcome you home. You sigh slightly out of exasperation, taking Sylus’ hand once more before leading him inside the house. The darkness and silence is all encompassing, all that can be heard in yours and Sylus’ breaths desperately trying to calm yourselves of your racing heartbeats.

As you move through the house, you finally locate the bedroom door, noticing that candles had been lit, illuminating the room in a gentle glow. 

“I’ll have to give the boys their thanks later,” you state, giggling slightly to yourself at the turn of events.

Sylus frowns slightly before squeezing your hand harder to indicate his irritation at the mention of the twins. You laugh openly now, ushering Sylus to sit on the bed.

“It seems that someone’s a jealous little toy huh,” you speak, an authoritative tone engulfing your words in a new weight. Sylus scoffs, crossing his arms and turning his head to the side.

“As though you wouldn’t be upset with me if I starting bringing up other women in the bedroom,” 

“What other women Sylus,” you speak up, your hands grabbing his wrists and unfolding his arms. You widen your stance and take a seat on his lap, your index finger and thumb grasping his chin to force him to look you in the eye. He looks at you with a slight scowl on his face, but his widening pupils and growing bulge in his pants tells you that the expression is just for show.

“Enlighten me,” you tease, leaning forward so your lips ghost his ever so slightly, “what other women are you talking to?” The question falls upon deaf ears as your hand moves from his chin to his hair, curling around some strands before gripping tightly, tugging his head backwards. Sylus gasps sharply as you feel his cock twitch below you. You move your head swiftly to his neck, kissing up his neck before reaching his jawline just below his ear. You start sucking sharply, nipping at the skin to ensure that a mark appears in your wake. 

He moans low, his hands fisting the sheets below him. His head falls to the side, allowing you greater access to his neck. You let go of the sensitive skin, but you don’t move away. Your breaths dampening the skin below you before you ask again, “Answer me Sylus: What other women are you talking to?” 

“No one,” he states, sounding out of breath and ragged before groaning again as you bite his neck with pressure just enough to leave a mark. You release his neck before licking a stripe upwards, whispering in his ear, “that’s a good boy,” before softly biting his ear lobe.

Sylus’ hips buck upwards, searching for any kind of friction. You let out a ‘hmph’ before grinding down harshly, forcing a muttered ‘oh fuck’ out of his mouth. 

“Now that won’t do,” you state, slowly getting up from his lap. He opens his eyes slowly, half lidded. His eyes watch you as you move your way towards the dresser, his breath stuttering as he sees you grab rope you both are all too familiar with. He kicks off his shoes and climbs onto the bed, positioning himself on his knees with his hands behind his back. 

“How obedient,” you observe as he sits, awaiting for your instruction, “but we won’t be in this position today.” He quirks an eyebrow up at you, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. You smirk as well, knowing that the poor bastard had no idea what he had signed up for when offering his last present to you.

You kick off your heels and crawl in front of him on your knees. His chest starts rising and falling more noticeably and he tries to calm his breathing. You start undressing him, giving gentle instructions as needed. He obeyed without any resistance and as you were slowly peeling off his last layer, cock springing upwards and onto his stomach, you heard a quiet moan leave him. 

You remove the boxers and throw them to the side, attention stuck on the pretty pink length twitching slightly at your gaze. You lean forward, licking a fat stripe on the underside of his cock, reveling in the way his breath stutters and his thighs shake. You give a quick suck to the head before pulling back, raising your head upwards to make eye contact with the man.

“Sweetie please,” he whispers, hand reaching forward to grab your waist. You quickly took his wrist and put your other hand on the middle of his check slowly pushing him backwards on the bed, pinning his hands above his head, straddling his hips. You could feel his cock underneath you through your jeans, moving your hips in a subtle circular motion. You hear him whimpering faintly, and you squeeze his wrists before letting them go. His wrists stay above his head, his gaze pleading with you to let him feel you in his rough grasp.

You grab the forgotten rope at your side before cupping his cheek, bringing him into a tender kiss. Sylus attempted to deepen the kiss, but you smiled and pulled away. 

“Spread out baby,” you say to him, unraveling the rope. He rolls his eyes and spreads out, his hands and feet pointing towards their respective corners.

“You know, when I offered up this as a present, I wasn’t expecting…” he trails off, trying to find the right words, “all of this enthusiasm. I thought you enjoyed begging underneath me,  begging for my co-” 

He was cut off from his bratty tirade by a sharp slap to the inner thigh, causing his hips to buck and the words to die on his tongue.

“I didn’t think I needed to keep that pretty mouth of yours in check,” you say with a bored tone, sighing slightly. You finish up tying the last ankle to the corner of the bed, using a single column tie for his wrists and ankles. As you lean back to acknowledge your handiwork, you can see his arms and legs straining a little, testing out the ropes. Unfortunately for him, the ropes are secure and unless he’s willing to beg, there's no getting out of them now.

You straddle his midriff and he looks up at you with a slight scowl at you tying him down. You cup his cheeks with your hands and kiss him deeply, languidly. You’re able to take your time now and you’re going to savor every second of it. He kisses you back, matching your leisurely pace.

You part the kiss, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. “I have scissors in the left hand drawer,” you mutter, kissing the corner of his mouth. “The safe word is Featherstar. Do I make myself clear?” You look at him sternly, wanting him to take this seriously. He nods his head and attempts to lean forward to kiss you once more. You click your tongue at him, moving away. 

“I’m gonna need you to use your words my love,” you tell him in a hushed tone. He pouts at you but nods again, replying with a simple “Yes ma’am, I understand.”

“Thank you sweetie,” you whisper in his ear, causing him to shiver. You start kissing down his neck, leading the middle of his chest. You start sucking and biting different areas on his chest, knowing that the man would start unraveling at the seams. Sure enough, he was humming and groaning at the attention his chest was receiving.

You moved towards his nipple, dragging your tongue across the sensitive bud. You felt it perk up and start to harden as you swirled your tongue around it in small circles.

“Oh sweetie, fuck,” he sighs, his arms straining against the ropes. He lets out an annoyed huff followed by a low pitched groan and you start to suck on the raised bud. You continue sucking and your other hand caresses his side, trailing your fingers upwards until they reach his other nipple. You tweak the unoccupied nipple in between your fingers, pinching and rubbing it in small circles similar to your tongues movements before swapping the two. Your mouth comes and replaces your hand while your other hand comes up to caress his pec. 

Sylus moans and twitches underneath you, becoming more and more agitated by his inability to touch you. “Baby, when will you release me? This is getting a bit boring, don’t you think?” He tries his best to keep his voice from wavering with arousal. 

You look up at him and bite down on his nipple, causing the man to moan and tip his head back on the bed. You release his nipples and kiss your way to the center of his chest again. “Bargaining isn’t going to work my dear, I’m afraid you’re just going to have to get used to this.”

He tries to calm his breathing as you start caressing his body, your fingers applying feather light pressure to him, goosebumps rising on his skin. You venture lower until you’re sitting back, his cock straining against his stomach in a red color that looks somewhat irritated from the lack of attention. 

Your touch delicately brushes against his length, his cock jumping and twitching with every touch. “You’re killin’ me sweetie,” he says, sounding out of breath. You continue the movements, making no effort to apply anymore pressure or stimulation. He whimpers as his dick starts leaking a constant stream of precum, creating a shallow puddle on his stomach. 

“You can come just from this can’t you?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. He shakes his head slightly before flinching as your fingers gather some of the precum, teasing the tip. His thighs flex, trying to plant his feet onto the mattress but to no avail. You giggle at his reaction, playing with the slit before leaning forward, licking the shell of his ear.

“Don’t you want to make me proud? It is my birthday after all,” you purr into his ear, his breathing becoming erratic. You could tell he was close, all he needed was some pushing. You took your free hand and grasped his hair. 

“Don’t you want to be a good boy, make me proud?” You say, tugging his hair so his head would be pulled back. He made a choked off noise and shut his eyes suddenly, whimpering as he came, hot streaks of cum shooting up towards his chest. You could see the veins in his arms protruding from being restricted. You smiled, cooing in his ear praises of how well he was doing. 

Sylus took a few calming breaths before looking at you, his eyes glassy and gaze filled with longing. “Please baby, let me go,” he tries again. You shake your head before getting up, straddling him again. He quirks an eyebrow before you start to undress yourself, shimmying out of your jeans and pulling off your top, only left in a matching underwear set you treated yourself to for your big day. His eyes widened as he gazed upon the maroon lace seemingly painted across your breasts.

His distraction was evident as you started to crawl your way upwards, pussy hovering over his face. Even so, his eyes had not left the lingerie once. It seemed as though he was unaware as to what your next move would be, completely taken aback by your choice of attire to ask any questions. You gripped his hair again to tilt his head backwards so he made eye contact with you. 

“Try to keep up,” you stated, using your other hand to push your panties aside. His mouth drops open, saliva beginning to pool in his mouth. Before he can retort, your thighs spread further apart, sitting yourself on his mouth, nose nudging your clit. You moan out as he tongue begins to work you open, lapping up the wetness with a new refound vigor. You started rutting against his mouth, grinding downward so his nose would grind against your clit at an addicting pace.

“Your tongue-” you groan, removing your hands so you could place them behind you, leaning back against his thighs, “God you’re good at this.” You gripped his upper thighs, feeling the firm muscle underneath your hands quivering. You lifted your hips up and away from his mouth for a moment to let him catch his breath. The smug satisfaction pools in the pit of your stomach as you see his chin glisten, mouth open while he takes a brief reprieve. 

“You better get your ass back over here sweetie-” he starts, impatience in his voice. You roll your eyes at him once more pushing yourself back into his mouth. “I’m gonna need to punish you for speaking out of turn like that, ya know,” you tell him, grinding down harder and harder as he works you open. You gasp as he starts fucking you open with his tongue, moaning at your taste. 

You glance behind you and find not only is he fully erect again, but it seems he’s just as close to release as you. And well, we can’t have that can we?

You could feel yourself getting close, and as rode him harder and faster, you reached for his cock behind you, squeezing just under his head. Sylus whimpers loudly in response, but continues to bring you closer and closer to the edge.

With one last nudge of his nose against your clit, your eyes rolled in the back of your head, body going stiff and you came on his tongue. You could feel him pant against your thigh as he tried to calm himself, hips thrusting upward to try and reach his release as well.

“Love please let me come, please, you tasted so good I wanna come too, please,” he begs, mumbling against the inside of your thigh. You pull back from his mouth as he whimpers in protest. You raise up, letting go of his cock as it falls against his stomach heavily. You take off your bra and panties, looking at him with a devious glint in your eye. 

You grab him by the chin so his mouth would open slightly. “Open up,” you ordered and he reluctantly obeyed. You realized he was going to try to come up with a witty retort, but you knew how to satiate him for the time being. You took your panties coated in your wetness and shoved them in his mouth, gagging him. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and moaned loudly. 

“Don’t worry Sylus, I just wanted to save your stamina,” you tell him, moving backwards so your cunt was hovering over his cock. He shivered and moaned at the feeling of you grinding down on his dick, heavy with want and radiating with heat. You moved your cunt against him, slicking up his dick. You finally lifted up and grabbed the base of his shaft, circling the head around your entrance. He started breathing heavily through his nose, the pressure from his yanking causing the ropes around him making the bed frame creak. 

“Such a patient boy, you’ve been waiting so nicely,” you gasp out as you slowly start to sink down on him. He moans loudly, voice muffled by the panties. You take him inch by inch before sitting fully on him, feeling filled to the brim. All that can be heard are the desperate breaths between the two of you. You place your hands on his abs before raising yourself up, tip almost slipping out. As your hips come down forcefully, you hear a punched out moan escape Sylus, little noises escaping him the more you move, however slight.

You start riding him with new vigor, bouncing up and down on his cock, trying to get him to reach deeper and deeper inside you. His moans are becoming louder and louder, with whimpers escaping him whenever you take a moment to sit and swivel your hips in circular motions. The sounds Sylus begins to make sound more and more frantic, wobbly from desperation.

“It’s ok, cum for me Sylus. Fill me up, I wanna be filled with your cum,” your tone sounding strained and you uncontrollably start moving on his cock, desperate for him. It only takes a few more times bouncing on his cock before you hear a muffled shout, feeling warmth spread through you. You moan out, a high pitched squeal leaving your lips as you cum around his cock, milking him inside of you.

You look over and see his head lolled to the side, saliva dripping out of the side of his mouth around your panties. You lean forward and gently move his face so he looks at you. You cup his cheek and praise him as you gingerly remove the panties from his mouth. He breathes through his mouth deeply, coughing slightly. 

You had planned to be done from here, thinking that you've had enough fun, but you can’t help but think of how far you’ll be able to push the infamous leader of Onychinus. A devious part in you wants to break him, while another part of you wants to give him mercy. 

You decide to be selfish, still craving more and more from him. You squeeze around his cock and he groans out, mumbling a soft “baby, please”. Before long, you start moving in circles again, and Sylus is below you, pleading with tears in his eyes.

“Oh God, oh fuck, I don’t- I don’t know if I- SHIT!” He yells out, tears escaping from the corner of his eyes, head hitting the bed behind him hard as he tries grasping for something, anything to keep him grounded.

“Miss please, please, I can’t I- I need to touch you please please,” he begs, voice coming out shaky as you start lifting yourself up and down on his cock again. You were getting tired and felt as though his punishment had gone on long enough.

“Just your legs-” before you could continue, Sylus’ evol appears out of thin air, slicing the ropes that are connecting his ankles to the corners of the bed. You startle, stopping for a second before yelping, bracing your hands on his chest as he plants his feet into the bed, roughly thrusting up into you. You moan out harshly, sounds punching out of you with every thrust of his hips. 

“You feel so good around me sweetie, so hot…so soft…kiss me,” he babbles. You prop yourself up and surge forward, meeting him in the middle. Your teeth clash and you can feel desperation in the kiss as you both try to ground yourselves with the other. 

“Sylus please…please I need more, I need you to mark me, claim me, I’m all yours,” you whimper. His arms flex and his biceps bulge at the urge to grab you, feel your plush skin against his roughened palms. He whimpers at the realization of the restraints, giving you a pleading look that could send you to your knees.

“Touch me Sylus,” you order. Within an instant, his voice evol slashes the ropes and he’s grabbing you, taking you by the hips and physically lifting you up and down his cock. You scream out in pleasure as you can feel your release approaching swiftly. You can tell by his sloppy movements and frenzied expression that he’s close as well. 

You begin to chant his name over and over, having the words be punched out of you by his thrusts. You feel him hitting you deeper and deeper, fucking his cum back into you over and over again. You grasp the back of his neck and pull him to you, kissing him sloppily. 

As he returns the kiss to you, you break away slightly with a silent scream, hurdling over the edge and feeling nothing but a white static. Your body feels euphoric and, at the sight of your pleasure, Sylus gasps and thrusts up into you with one sharp movement, cumming hard to the point where it bordered on painful. After coming down from your highs, You languidly grab one of the random pieces of clothing you had discarded before to wipe off his chest. 

Before you could get up to get some more cleaning supplies, Sylus holds you captive in his arms as he slowly leans back onto the bed, cradling your head and bringing you to his chest. As your breaths slow and the drowsiness starts to appear, you look up at Sylus.

“Thank you Sylus,” You whisper to him, kissing the center of his chest. He clutches you harder, kissing the top of your head. “I had no idea my love could be so…domineering,” he chuckled as you blushed, hiding your face into his chest. He laughed once more before kissing your head again. 

“I don’t mind it though. We can play around a bit more in the future but,” he stops, contemplating for a moment. You look up at him with hope and mischief in your eyes. He sighs and holds you tighter, mumbling “maybe for special occasions only though. Don’t want my kitten to get too greedy with her toys now.” 

You laugh and hug him closer to you, craving the intimacy of just being close to him. He tugs you upwards and burrows his head into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath in before he confides, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go.”

You giggle a little at his words and kiss his shoulder, “I don’t think I mind that. Not at all.”

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Author's Note: HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! If you'd like to see any other stories or continuations of this let me know, I'd be happy to write some more.

well i want a love that lasts

༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ reading this while "wanna be yours" plays in the bg was not healthy for my weakass heart.

Seriously the things I would do if it meant he would be real😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

When MC feels insecure because of her skin color. Some suggestive content, but nothing heavily rated. Sorry if there were mistakes I didn't catch.

Rafayel's here / Xavier's here / Zayne here

SYLUS

When you start to distance yourself from the man, he is far from happy. Until a few days ago, you two had been on pretty good terms. You joined him for his nightly activities with little to no objection. You were spending more of your general free time in the N109 Zone despite the distance from Linkon.

Sylus didn't complain. He was happy to see his girlfriend waiting for him in his bed every morning as he prepared for bed. He loved waking up to her every evening, placing kisses on her cheek while she slept.

So when you did a 180 on him over the last three weeks, he's a little-a lot annoyed.

Don't get him wrong, he knows being a Hunter calls for you being away for a time. He himself has to go away for a while. However, he knew it wasn't simply work that was keeping you away from him.

After you two had attended a recent gala, that's when he first noticed something was wrong. He tried to approach the situation with a, "Did something happen? Are you not feeling well?" But you only told him you were fine and left it at that.

He awoke the next evening to find your spot of the bed empty and long cold. He furrowed his eyebrows, sleepily reaching for his phone.

There's a text from you.

'Sorry, something came up, and I had to head back. I'll talk to you later.'

Only later never came. It had been almost a month. Every time he reached out, he would either get sent straight to voicemail or left on read.

From your point of view, you were just tired. Of everything. Dating has already not been very easy due to your profession. People idolized hunters, sure. That didn't mean they wanted to date them.

So when things between you and Sylus started to hit it off, there was a bit of relief that came over you. It was nice to have a man, as problematic as he was, to come home to. While yes, the materialistic items you gained were nice, it was the softer parts of the Onichynus leader that you loved. That's why you hated yourself for being in an insecure mood, which you were sure he'd rectify.

While attending the gala with him, you kind of got into it with a woman in the bathroom who clearly wanted your man.

"I just find it hard to believe a man of his standing would be interested in a woman like you." Oh.

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" The woman rolled her eyes with a scoff.

"Sweetie, please. Do you see anyone else here that looks like you? At best, you're just his next little obsession. I hear he likes exotic things." The woman tries to act brave when she sees the look in your eyes darken.

"First of all, Sylus is the only one allowed to call me that. Be grateful I don't beat you black and blue. You aren't worth it." There were a million thoughts swirling through your mind, and you didn't want to act out, giving her the satisfaction of seeing you crash out.

You spare her a brief glance. "I'm sure Sylus would love to hear about this." And you walk out missing, yet knowing of the horrified look she now carries on her face.

"Stupid racist bitches. You'd think by now people would let that shit go." Great, this has completely ruined my mood.

You take a moment to gather yourself outside the ballroom. You didn't have it in you to rejoin Sylus just yet. As much as you knew that woman was wrong, you couldn't help but let her words plague you.

You knew there weren't very many people who looked like you attending these events. It was something you've always done subconsciously. Forever taking note of others like you no matter where you were.

Even within the Hunter's Association, there were very few hunters who were dark skinned.

You had always wondered if Sylus had ever dated a black woman before, but you were never sure how to bring the topic up. It didn't necessarily matter, so you left it alone. You knew he loved you, but that didn't stop the years of insecurity from taking root in your love.

"Fuck." You bring your hand to your eyes. You weren't going to cry here of all places. You walk away, no longer interested in the bustling of the ballroom and find solace in a garden side balcony.

The chill of the night's air caresses your skin. "I should've brought my jacket." You say to no one. You solemnly look up at the moon, pondering.

It's not like the thought has ever crossed my mind. Of course people would think Sylus would look better with a lighter complected girl by his side. That's how more people than I'd like to admit think.

"Why do I do these things to myself?" You close your eyes and think back to even preparing for this event. You went through several designers and stylists, trying to find someone who knew what you needed. Someone who knew what colors would compliment your skin and how to style your hair.

The whole experience was a nightmare, but you didn't let Sylus know that. Eventually you found someone worthy, but it was an uphill battle.

Sylus already deals with enough, he doesn't need my problems as well.

You jump when you feel something placed over your shoulders. "Jesus!" You say, with a hand planted on your chest. Your hand instinctively moves up to pull the fabric more securely onto your shoulders. You recognize it as Sylus' coat.

You look up to meet Sylus' ruby eyes. He carries an amused smile on his face. "I can be a God for you if you'd like."

"Ha. What are you doing, shouldn't you be entertaining people?" He wordlessly takes a seat next to you, bringing you in closer to him in a side embrace.

"My kitten ran off for quite awhile, I got worried. Are you feeling okay?" Of course. He was sweet like this and only you got to see it. Still...

I really don't want to ruin his vibe tonight.

"It's nothing. I'm fine, I'm just tired I guess." You hold his stare before eventually looking away. You didn't need him digging for the truth just yet.

"If you say so. I'm about done here, so we can head home soon. I'll have Luke and Kieran fetch the car. You can wait there for me." He pulls your chin up, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. He takes a moment to admire you, his thumb gently running across your lips. He presses another.

It's like he knows this is what I needed.

"Okay."

The ride home was quiet. You feigned sleep as you laid on his shoulder. Once back in the safety of his room, you didn't object to the way he laid you on his bed. You kept his gaze as he climbed on top of you, leaning down to place a gentle trail of kisses down your neck.

"Are you sure you're okay?" The softness of his voice lit a fire in you.

You bring your left hand to his face, giving a gentle caress. "I'm fine."

You let him make a mess of you. It was truly something you needed after these thoughts continued to poison your mind.

You weren't worthy of him.

There were lighter, prettier girls that should be with him.

It would be better for his image. (Not that it really mattered.)

After the love making you still couldn't sleep. You watched Sylus silently, your hand rubbing his cheek gently as he slept.

He kept you in a tight embrace which was a hassle to get out of. It was almost like he knew you'd try to leave.

"Damn this man and his vice grip."

And that's how you snuck away. It had been nearly a month since you've had any real conversation with him. He was your lover, you knew you'd have to talk to him eventually. You could tell from his messages that he was getting a tad irritated.

"What am I supposed to say? Sorry I got insecure and was too embarrassed to come to you about it. I'd rather not..."

You lay completely still in your bed for a moment before throwing the covers off with a huff.

"Fuck." You began to ready for the day when you heard a peck at your window. You lean out the doorframe to see Mephisto waiting patiently on your balcony.

"I knew it was only a matter of time." With a shake of your head, you opened the door letting your mechanical friend in. "And to what do I owe this pleasure?" You only receive a squawk in response.

"You ignore me, but you talk to the bird. I'm a little jealous kitten." Sylus' voice comes through strong and clear.

"I've been busy." You say as you walk back towards your room. You head into your closet, pulling a few dresses to potentially wear for the day.

"Busy, you say. So busy, that you read every single one of my messages and don't respond. So busy...that you send me straight to voicemail." Mephisto hops up on your bed's headboard, his head cocked to the side. With a clear view of your room, Sylus lets out a dark chuckle.

"So busy, it seems you've resorted to toys for that late night touch." You rush out of your closet, locking eyes with the traitorous rose toy you forgot to put away. How dare she lay there all pretty on your nightstand.

Well shit.

You were ovulating this week, so despite the depressive episodes, there were moments where you wanted to forget everything and have Sylus fuck you into the mattress, but you used the next best thing instead.

"Open the door, kitten." Huh?

"What?" You hear a strong knock at your door almost in response to your confusion.

"I won't ask again." Hesitantly, you place the little black dress you're holding down and rush to the front door. Sylus visiting you during the day...in Linkon, he was not happy.

Mephisto's little taps could be heard on the floor as he followed you to the door. Almost as if Sylus was confirming that's indeed where you went.

Slowly, you unlocked the top and bottom locks, only to be startled when your door swings wide open. It just barely misses you as Sylus storms in.

His right hand goes to your neck, giving a light choke. It wasn't enough to harm you. He closes your door with a swing of his foot, all while using his evol to lock yourself in place in front of him.

Before you could even say a word, his mouth was on yours. Your tongues locked in a heated kiss. There was a moment of relief from him when he sees you're receptive to it.

Your neck was now free of his hand as he placed open mouth kisses along it. You hiss as you feel his teeth nibble at your skin, intentionally leaving a few marks.

The warmth of his hands roam your back, as they had already infiltrated your sweater (which was actually his).

It is your soft moan that stops him and he finally pulls away. He takes in your swollen lips and breathless form.

"Happy to know I still have this effect on you." He pulls you in for a hug, his arms offering the medicine your mind and body desperately needed.

He walks you both to the couch, taking a seat with you locked securely in his arms. Your thighs are straddled across his, as he rests his chin on your shoulder. With his chest so snug against your back, you feel the erratic thumping of his heart.

"I got some very interesting intel the other day, but I'd like to hear it from my girlfriend herself."

The last few minutes had the effect of a whirlwind. You went from depressed to embarrassed then horny all in a matter of a few minutes. Now your boyfriend was asking you to spill out your heart.

"I don't want to use my Evol, but I will." He says firmly, his finger tight on your chin as he forces you to look back at him. You see the glowing of his eye.

"What kind of intel?" You say almost breathlessly. He offers you a smirk. He'll humor you for now.

"The gala we went to last. What happened? And don't you lie to me." The grip of his arms around your waist tightened.

Of course he knew. He finds out everything.

"It seems like you already know, so why do I even have to-" He stops you by calling your name, letting out a disapproving grunt.

"I want to hear it from you. Partly because I'm in disbelief." You turn your face away.

"Some....woman said something stupid is all. I get racist remarks from time to time, so it wasn't a complete shock. I'm mad I even let her get under my skin." Sylus let out a sigh.

"Why didn't you tell me? Am I doing something wrong that you don't feel comfortable enough coming to me about these things?"

That kind of hurt.

You turn as best as you could in his lap, taking his face into your hands. His eyes had softened, a bit of hurt in them.

"You didn't do anything wrong. I just...let myself get insecure. When you're the only one that looks like you when you enter a room, sometimes it can be a lot." You grab his hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "Next time I'm feeling that way or someone says something rude, I'll tell you. How did you find out anyway?"

You were sure you two were the only women in the restroom then.

"Her assistant sent flowers for you with some half assed apology written on a card. I asked her myself what this was regarding. Let's just say, it won't be an issue again. Who I love is no one's concern. I'm with you because I love you. Whatever race you are shouldn't matter."

That stupid woman. Well, whatever happened to her doesn't matter to you. You place a kiss on his lips, catching a bit by surprise.

"No more avoiding me when you're going through something. We should talk it out and deal with it together. Don't think I'm above keeping you restrained in the N109 zone." You offer an apologetic smile.

"I promise. I'll come to you with all my dramatics."

"Good." Is all he says as he pushes you down roughly onto your couch. He fits himself snugly in between your open legs, placing a kiss on your inner thigh. "I'm more than happy to remind you how gorgeous you are. You belong right by my side, and don't you ever forget it."

This wasn't supposed to be this long lmao. The projection was real 🫠It started as a drabble and then I couldn't stop writing. I have similar shorts in mind for the other boys, but they probably won't be as lengthy. Feel free to leave a like, comment or reblog. Okay byee

FUCK THIS WAS JUST SO AHFBHWJDNQGRHQBFHJARBHSNWGJWBSHHAAAAAAAAAA??!₹?#?_?#???????!@!!!?! LITERALLY CHEF'S KISS😭😭😭🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌

Just a Scratch

Sylus x Y/N - drabble - 1K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, slightly steamy at the end, comfort, accidental reader hurt, Sylus being moody, he's so baby girl, pet names, hurt/comfort like a mf, good ending because I can't stay mad at my baby

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You woke up to an empty bed. Groaning, you groggily made your way to the kitchen where you heard shuffling. Sylus stood, stirring the contents of his coffee cup before taking a drink. His face looked unusually hard. You decided to tread lightly, not knowing what kind of mood he was in. His stoic face made you nervous that he might be mad, probably over something in the N109 Zone. You padded into the kitchen before gently wrapping your arms around Sylus’ waist. You felt his body tense before he walked out of your grasp and into the living room. You shoved down the pang of hurt you felt in your chest before following him. He sat on the couch, drinking and watching the morning news lazily. 

You sat on the couch next to him, “Honey…” you said, trying to get his attention. 

No response.

“Baby…” you said a little louder, inching closer to him. 

No response.

“Sylus?” you said clearly, moving to straddle his lap so he couldn’t ignore you. 

Sylus let out an annoyed sigh, his eyes narrowing in irritation. He used his evol to sit you back on the couch, far away from him and rather harshly. You hit your arm on the corner of the couch, the wood cutting your arm. You sucked in a sharp breath, looking up to find Sylus’ eyes. Yet you found nothing. A few black feathers scattered on the couch and floor were all that remained of Sylus. Your eyes watered as you sat there for a moment taking in what had just happened. You sniffled before getting up and going to the bathroom to clean the cut and put a bandaid over it. You thought hard, trying to think of anything you could have done to upset Sylus. Nothing was coming to mind. You walked back to your shared bed, climbing back in to have a proper sulk. You reached out, grabbing his pillow. You held it to your chest, breathing his scent which lulled you back to sleep. 

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Mephisto watched you sleep which means Sylus watched you sleep. He sighed as he sat in his office. A deal had completely blown up last night and the aftermath was becoming Hell to deal with. Right now he had Luke and Kieran dealing with the clean up which was relatively easy. But the lost product was a painful dig to him. Granted, it didn’t really matter. He was completely in control of the N109 Zone, one deal gone wrong is nothing. But for some reason it had him upset, no - angry. How did he not see it coming? He watched you sleep, cuddling his pillow. He noticed a bandage on your arm. Sitting up quickly he had Mephisto get closer so he could clearly see why you were bandaged. The very sight of a few red blood drops on the white gauze had him rushing out of his office, using his evol to get home as quickly as possible.

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Your eyes cracked open only to meet Mephisto’s. You groaned, “Go away you little snitch.” you said, shooing him away from you. You heard footsteps from the hall; not wanting to deal with Sylus and his foul temper from this morning you did the most logical thing in that moment. You pretended to be asleep. Sylus walked in, Mephisto finally flying off the bed to perch himself on the dresser. 

“Sweetie…” Sylus said carefully. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at your sleeping figure. His fingers ghosted over your arm, barely touching the bandage.

You winced slightly involuntarily. 

“Baby, are you awake?” he whispered, brushing your hair away from your face.

“I don’t know, are you still an asshole?” you mumbled, keeping your eyes closed in defiance. 

Sylus sighed; he deserved that one. “What happened to your arm?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes as soon as you opened them, not dignifying him with an answer. But the longer you looked at him the more you recognized the genuine confusion and worry in his face. “You happened.” you said, sitting up against the headboard. 

His eyes widened, “What… I did that? When?” he asked frantically. 

You raised your eyebrows in confusion, “This morning? When you shoved me off your lap.” you said. “You didn’t notice?” you asked.

“Do you really think I’d leave if I knew you were hurt?” he said, reaching out tentatively to caress your arm and make sure the cut was wrapped properly. 

“Why were you so angry this morning?” you asked.

His touch stilled and his face hardened for a moment, “Business deal gone wrong.” he said. He never hid his work from you, but he also didn’t volunteer information. 

“So what - you have a bad day and take it out on me?” you asked, it came out harsher than you intended. 

“I’m sorry… for all of it. You’re right and I’m so fucking sorry. You know I would never hurt you on purpose.” he said looking down. There was no argument to be had, he knew he was in the wrong and needed to make it right. 

You sighed, you didn’t want to fight. And he was sorry, you knew he would never hurt you. “Next time just… talk to me. Even if you just ask to be alone for a bit, I won't be offended. We gotta communicate to avoid stuff like this honey.” you said, intertwining your hands. 

Sylus nodded to himself. He looked over to you, his eyes were glossy and full of guilt. You pulled him closer to you, catching his lips in a kiss before you wrapped your arms around him. “I love you.” he said, cradling your cheek.

“I love you.” you replied, kissing his cheeks before enjoying his lips once more. You deepened the kiss, wanting to lose yourself in him as you tangled your fingers in his hair. 

Sylus moaned at the contact, his deep voice emitting the sweetest noises as you turned him on. You knew him better than anyone, and you knew what made him tick. You felt over him, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off him so his broad chest was heaving against yours. 

“I have no intention of letting you leave this bed if we continue.” he whispered against your lips.

“So be it.” you smiled before pulling him back down into a burning kiss.

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Naboo's Note:

Obsessed with this hunk currently - his voice as me gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. Hope ya'll like :) will write more soon, who should I write for next? XOXOXOXOXOXOX