coming up to sylus / caleb and randomly apologizing naked while theyre doing something hehe based off a tiktok
Sylus is only going to start accepting your apologies if you come up to him like this, naked as the day you were born, a pout on your face because you're upset you have to apologize not because you actually want to. Either way, the apology is going in one ear and out the other as he watches you sway on your feet, bounce on your heels, struggle to hold his gaze because those crimson eyes are zeroed in on your bare, jiggling chest and hardening nipples and...
Caleb hasn't heard a single word you've said, matter of fact, you're still talking and his mind hasn't actually processed a single sentence. All he can start at is the cute little shape of your pussy and how it is just begging him to spread your thighs apart so he can come closer and get a real good and thorough look on how sorry you really are... or thankful, honestly he can't recall what this was all for anyways...
cw lingerie, masturbation, voyeurism/exhibition, unedited 🌞 i miss u sylus, i say, as valko claims the #2 spot in my heart. i am sorry to the sylus lovers. take this as an apology (?)
“i didn’t say to stop, did i?”
you whine softly from your place on the bed. your hair is mussed and fans around your face like a halo, legs spread wide as two of your fingers bully their way back into your entrance.
sylus sits across from you, unfazed. he’s got his glasses on, squinting at something on his screen, barely throwing you a glance when you let out another needy whimper.
“patience, kitten. there’s a sale on this silk one. look, it’s got lace—isn’t it pretty?”
you bite back a groan of frustration. the light of sylus’ laptop is bright, enhancing the slick, shining gleam of your gummy walls. you’ve gone back to incessantly rubbing tight, little circles around your clit, keening at the sloppy friction.
“sylus,” you nearly sob. “please, jus’ buy the lingerie ‘n’ c’mere. wanna cum—and i—i miss you. need you.”
he tsks with a raised eyebrow. “you practically begged me to buy you a matching set earlier this evening. isn’t this what you wanted, sweetie?”
“not anymore!” your head feels dizzy from the pleasure, but your fingers slow on their own—you know better than to cum when sylus hasn’t given you the green light yet.
“now, i jus’ wan’ you.”
there’s a heavy pause. an even heavier sigh, and then the light from your husband’s laptop disappears with a firm click. all too soon there’s the familiar weight hovering above you accompanied by a calloused, warm hand grabbing you by the wrist.
“i suppose i’ll have to miss the sale this time around,” sylus muses, tongue flickering out to lap at your essence dripping down the knuckles of your finger. you let out a relieved moan at the sight.
“a pity, but no matter. i’ll just have to buy you multiple to make up for it.”
when sylus has a long night, you know you'll have a long day.
when he returns from hours of annoyances, cleaning up and pulling on his black velvet robe, he doesn’t slink into bed like usual, trying his best not to disturb you despite the thrill he gets when you’re cranky. instead, he wakes you without remorse, gathers your weakly protesting form in his arms, and carries you to his favorite armchair—the one that overlooks the bustling nightscape from the balcony.
and once he sinks into the seat, sylus holds you captive.
his kisses linger all over. they torture you with long, wet, scandalous sounds, amplified when he sometimes drags his hot, rough tongue against your softer skin.
through it all, he’s grunting his pleasure, huffing your scent the way he longed to earlier. he’s anchoring you to his lap, holding you over his bulge, suppressing your squirms in every direction. his skin is so warm—too warm—and your body quickly follows suit.
“can i move, sylus?” you whine into his ear.
he ignores you, much too entranced with your body.
“sylus.”
a soft growl leaves him as he comes up for air—now is not the time for talking.
“why,” he whispers, pressing a slow kiss to your temple, “would you want to do that? are you not enjoying the sunrise as much as i am?”
“it hurts.” you gesture shyly between your legs, ghosting over your tingling clit. “and you’re not doing anything to make it better—just making it worse,” you slur, still disoriented from ruined sleep. “it’s uncomfy.”
you feel his chuckle more than hear it—hot, heavy pants setting your nerves aflame. “uncomfy, hm?”
“yes. it’s too much.” to prove your point, you try to wriggle away. arms lock around your waist like iron.
“ask me nicely.”
“please. i’ll stay here. just wanna get comfy.”
he tilts your head up to kiss you deeply, his broad, built chest heaving against yours. “go ahead, sweetie. get as comfy as you want. but while you do, know that i’m not letting you go anytime soon.”
Another funny thing about the SMAUs: Mephisto the willing accomplice!! 😆😆
HEAOIJDOISW he's their telephone fr!! 😂😂
"pisto, what it say?" lucian would wonder, staring at a long message from papa's phone. letters and numbers evenly spaced and curated, but making no sense to the three year old.
mephisto flutters down from his perch and lands on the baby's head, ruffling hair and tickling ears as he beats his wings to a stop. his beak opens, and out comes his voice— mellow, slightly flat (sylus is working on that), but clear— "Mission Report Seven-Three-Six. Correspondence: Crow Oh-Six..."
lucian frowns. "top. next."
"Text from: Ao. The aethercore parts are—"
lucian yawns. "next."
"Text from: Beloved."
"ah, that's mama!"
"Lucian is not getting that snake."
lucian gasps. "no! what papa say?"
"Sent: You're no fun."
lucian nods as if he were part of the conversation. "a'mama say yes?"
mephisto shakes his head.
a new text pops up in the thread, and lucian's eyes light up. "pisto! read, read!"
"Text from: Beloved. Lucian, stop reading your father's messages."
"how you know!!" he screeches into the phone. glancing around in horror, trying to spot you creeping up on him from the corners of the room.
"Text from: Beloved. I'm your mother. I know everything."
lucian gapes at his traitorous accomplice and shakes him off his head. "noo, pisto!!"
Mephisto squawks apologetically, nuzzles the boy's cheek in good nature and flies off. Just in time to herald sylus's entrance, who picks up both his phone and his squirming son in his arms to take him to meet your judgement.
Vampire!Sylus gets particularly excited whenever you are on your period (18+, Silverwing Fiend!Sylus x fembodied!reader-any pronouns);
Sylus is a certified menace, but he is always particularly feral whenever you are on your period, because he insists that your menstrual blood is a delicacy and he must have all of it immediately.
So here you are, straddling his face in your room already thick and sweltering with the scent of sex and blood. He refuses to let you lie on your back- apparently gravity helps the blood flow better this way💀. His strong hands grip your trembling thighs and yank you down until you’re properly sitting on his face.
His eyes glow bright red with hunger and excitement. “Mine,” he growls, voice low and raspy. “All of it.”
Your knees sink into the pillows on either side of his head, fingers gripping the headboard as his nose presses firmly against your swollen clit. He takes a long, audible sniff and you flush hot from head to toe. Then his wet, merciless tongue delves deep, lapping and thrusting into your slick, bloody cunt with obscene hunger. Wet, rhythmic slurps fill the room- loud, filthy, shameless. He drinks you like fine wine, blood and arousal mixing into a hot, slippery mess that coats his lips, chin, and tongue.
“Ahhh!!! fuck-” you whimper, grinding down instinctively. The wetness makes everything glide so easily; your pussy slides messily over his mouth as fresh blood and slick drip onto him with every roll of your hips, turning his face shiny and red.
He looks like pure depravity- blood staining him from nose to chin and neck.
Sylus groans loudly, the vibration shooting straight to your core. “Are you… hahh…” he manages between greedy sucks, voice muffled and wet, “in pain?”
“No! No- ahhhhh!” Your answer fractures into a sharp cry as his nose nudges your clit again, perfect pressure, while his tongue curls inside you, scooping more of your bloody essence into his mouth.
You buck hard, clit rubbing against the bridge of his nose in slippery strokes. “It’s so good, Sylus… so fucking good-”
His fingers join in, scissoring your folds open so more crimson slick pours onto his tongue. A mortified moan escapes you when you feel a blood clot slide directly into his mouth.
He swallows it greedily.
“Sylus! What the fuck-ohhh…oh my god....”
He answers by latching onto your pussy and sucking even harder, a low sound of pure satisfaction rumbling against you as another rush of blood flows over his tongue. His face is drenched, rivulets running down his cheeks and soaking the pillow beneath his head. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth and fingers are downright obscene.
You ride his face shamelessly now, hips rolling in sloppy circles, dragging your dripping cunt across his tongue, nose, and chin. Your fingers tangle in his silver hair, pulling him impossibly closer as your orgasm builds fast and brutal.
“More,” he snarls against your pussy, the word barely resembling the human elegance he wears to mask his true nature. He tilts his head and grips you to his mouth harder, tongue fucking you deeper, lapping up every fresh gush of blood and slick like he couldn’t get enough. The lewd, squelching noises grow louder as you get wetter, messier, grinding faster. Your thighs shake, juices and blood coating his entire lower face in a glistening sheen.
“Sylus... gonna- ahhh fuck!! I’m-”
He moans in response, the sound vibrating through your core, and sucks your clit between his lips hard while his fingers keep working inside you till you finally tip over the edge.
You come with a broken scream, hips jerking wildly, flooding his mouth with another hot gush of slick and crimson. Sylus growls in ecstasy, swallowing every drop, still lapping lazily through the aftershocks, milking you for more.
you were never much of a PDA person, but sylus loves it. if he could have it his way, he’d be kissing and loving on you in public 24/7, while still being respectful of course—arms around your waist, hand in his, or arm around your shoulders to pull you close and murmur sweet nothings into your hairline.
“what’s wrong, sweetie?” your husband asks, when you dodge his kiss with a sheepish smile, that teasing lilt ever present in his voice. “we’ve been married for how long now? it’s okay if people know you like me.”
you ignore the warmth in your cheeks, the part of you that’s still prone to his negging, before lacing your fingers between his as a consolation prize and scoffing, “who says i like you?”
“you’re the one wearing my ring, wife,” he raises your joined hands, placing a loud smooch onto the back of yours. “you said yes to this.”
“that’s because you literally got on your knees and begged me,” you fire back, trying your hand at ragebaiting him.
but sylus just laughs, red eyes just sparkling, before leaning in to whisper into your ear, “and i’d do it again.”
Folding laundry in nothing but one of his more casual shirts, something that looks absolutely massive on you but fits him like a glove. Your shared bed is an organized mess of assorted and categorized folded clothes that you then need to put away into their rightful homes.
But, Sylus? Sylus has other plans when he sees you.
Watching your hips sway, humming some song as you reach for the next item of clothing. Your shirt - his shirt - swishing around your mid-thigh, inching upwards in a way that he swears its the universe teasing him. You don't even flinch when he's sudden engulfing you.
"Thought you were just gonna watch me all day." You murmur, still attempting to fold the pair of jeans you had just tugged from the basket. Arms raised to allow him space as his biceps encircle your middle, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
"I could have, but I got too tempted." You laugh, tilting your head into his embrace as you hold the half folded jeans outward. "Too tempted by me just standing here, folding my laundry? That's all it takes?"
You feel something akin to a laugh and a groan swirled into one vibrating your neck. His grip on you tightens just a fraction. "You just have to look at me the right way, sweetie, and I'm done for." You smile then, leaning more of your weight back and turning your head into his.
"Is that so?"
"Sylus...!"
Your neatly folded clothes had been so carelessly discarded, thrown about the bed and floor as if they hadn't been there at all. You were nearly drooling into one of your own cardigans, gripping at the sheets and your sleep shorts for some sort of grounding.
"S-Sylus!" Again, panting his name as he rocked into you. Though, rocking might be too gentle of a term. Every connection had the rigid edges of his prominent hips digging into the plush of your ass, making the skin ripple. The obscene slap echoing the bedroom only added to the dizzying heat building in the depths of your cunt.
"Keep sayin my name, kitten." He was utterly entranced, eye glowing a bright crimson as he stared down to where his cock entered and retracted from your fluttering, leaking cunt. A thick, creamy ring of your mixing arousal building at his base, creating glossy webs over the neatly trimmed hair of his groin.
It made his throat tight, a wave of pure, unadulterated hunger overcoming him. "Sy!" It's a pretty shriek of his name as he nearly collapses on top of you, one knee coming up to brace on the bed as he keeps his other foot planted firmly on the ground.
"Tell me how much you want this." A slurred promise, the addition of his body weight crushing you into the mattress only made your velvety walls clamp down around him harder. "I want this so bad, Sy. D-don't stop, you're making me feel so good...!" His new angle has his hips moving harder, faster, the pleasure making your head spin.
"Cum for me, my pretty girl. Cum all over my cock, I need to feel it." He felt feral. His hands coming up to brace themselves on the mattress by trapping your trembling ones against it. Squeezing your warm skin as a way of encouragement when he felt your cunt spasming around him.
"Please, please... cum for me, baby. Cum, I need you to cum..." he could practically taste your desire to please him. You manage to lift your head up, saliva connecting you to your once clean cardigan. "Kiss me."
A command so simple, and yet Sylus is struggling to resist the throbbing release that nearly got out of him without his permission. Absolutely throbbing between your walls, Sylus is unable to stop his hips. Head falling forward to capture your mouth in a slopping pass of teeth and tongue, spit dribbling down your chins.
You cum then, crying into his mouth and trembling all the same. Hips jerking as if you could ever escape his grasp, with or without his additional body weight for security.
Sylus doesn't take long to follow, not when he nearly lost his cool seconds prior over the simple request for a kiss. You swallow each other's gasps, every little noise that accompanies your orgasms are consumed by the other's mouth. Only separating when you swear black spots are threatening to overcome your vision.
"I love you."
"I love you too, kitten."
Soul was today years old when she realized she could click shift + return to erase the space between paragraphs... I've been on this site for nearly a decade - Soul
“Do you remember the first time we had sex?” [Crack/Smut]
It was nearing two in the morning, you simply couldn't sleep. Sylus knew that, of course, so he was up beside you. Lamp still on, book in hand, wire rim glasses sitting low on the bridge of his nose. “Is the sky blue, sweetie?” He didn’t bother looking away from his page, but the question certainly earned a quirk of his too pretty lips.
“No, I mean like… do you remember all the details?” You roll onto your side, dropping your phone and propping yourself on your closed fist. You weren’t even sure why your first time with Sylus had entered your mind, but now you simply couldn’t rest if you didn’t know the answer. This time, he dropped the book to his lap, head turning to peer down at you with one brow perfectly raised. “I mean, of course?”
“Like?” You blink at him, waiting for some sort of example and Sylus can’t stop the bewildered laugh that rattled his chest. “Like? You want me to describe our first time from memory?” His book is completely forgotten now, you have his full undivided attention. “Yeah, I wanna compare notes, see if we remember it the same way.”
Your grin is wicked despite your eyes shining with innocence, he can’t help but feel as if he’s fallen into your trap… oh well. Too late now, right?
“You came on to me first, after I carried you up to the bedroom. You pushed me down onto the couch and then straddled my lap. You initiated our first kiss.” You felt heat sink low, a vivid memory of Sylus’ flushed cheeks and surprised expression when his back had hit the couch flashing in your mind.
“I remember you waiting so patiently for me to initiate that kiss, even struggling to keep your hands from moving up to grab my ass.” You tease fondly, smiling a little wider when Sylus snickers at the thought. “You know your comfort is always my priority, I wasn’t going to push my luck before I knew it was what you truly wanted.”
“But you could see my desires, couldn't you?” A beat of silence as he observes you, smiling softly before speaking. “Seeing them isn’t the same as hearing them. I needed you to act upon them at the very least before I could allow myself to move.”
“What a gentleman.” And you meant it, truly. Even as he laughed, you could tell he knew you were being genuinely honest with him at that moment. “I remember kissing you and never wanting to stop.” He carries on, arms folding over his broad expanse of chest as he watches you inhale. “I remember your tongue trying to jump down my throat.”
“You loved it.” You had… you even moaned. “That’s when you grabbed my ass, pulled me closer, but you wouldn’t let me grind on you…” You pout at him, as if still upset. Like he hadn’t fucked you stupid in front of that god damn fireplace that night. “I would have cum in my pants then and there had I let you touch me.” Oh. That was news to you.
You pushed up on your hands and knees. “What?!” A genuine whispered shriek of shock, eyes wide and mouth agape as you blink at your lover of two years. The event you’re both recalling having happened a year and a half ago. “It’s the truth, kitten. I was excited.”
It was gonna be longer but I really gotta get back to that Xavier smut I was working on... - Soul
The fight wasn't even that bad, really. You'd been in a mood that day, and all he'd done was try to cuddle with you when you had snapped back at him. He tried to tease you, to calm you down like he usually did, but his emotionally unaware ass had clearly not noticed the difference between pissed and extremely angry.
Now, you were out on a shopping spree.
The shopping spree wasn't the problem. In fact, if it was up to Sylus, he was trailing behind you every day and watching you buy out mall after mall happily, making Luke and Kieran carry all the bags for him while the only thing he held was your waist. He'd sit for hours in dressing rooms watching you spin for him, giving you his undivided attention.
No, the problem wasn't the shopping spree at all. It was the fact that you were using your card.
It was the first time in ages that Sylus actually felt an emotion that was close to... was that distress? He'd given you card after card after card to use whenever he wasn't there, which was NEVER, because he was always there. Always.
So when he saw the bags in your room from the various luxury brands he spoiled you with, he'd just assumed you'd gone to a mall without him to cheer you up. Sure, he'd been a little sulky that he didn't get to come with you, but as long as you felt better and came back to sleep with him in the same bed, he didn't complain.
Yet, when he'd logged onto his financial records to deposit some more money into his card for you, a furrow formed between his eyebrows, realizing that nothing had been withdrawn at all. And Sylus may have been emotionally unaware at some points in his life, but he definitely wasn't stupid.
You knew that you had millions of dollars to spend with just a flick of his black card whenever you wanted to; it was just pocket change to him. He could buy out this whole fucking continent for you and still have enough to stay happy till the day he died, yet you still insisted on acting like a stubborn mule and using your own money, because you knew it pissed him the fuck off.
"Why aren't you using my card, sweetie?" A low voice hit your ears the moment you stepped into the house, dragging along with you a trolley's worth of bags, stumbling under the weight. Whoever said that money couldn't buy happiness clearly didn't live with the boss of Onychinus.
"I don't know what you're talking about," you huffed, watching him take four bags from you with ease, the other hand taking three more to lighten your load.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," he said pointedly, looking down at you. His voice was still quiet and calm, but the look in his eyes told you he was definitely not happy with it at all. You didn't reply, hauling the rest of whatever you'd bought to your room before Sylus put the bags down and spun you around, hands on your hips.
"Princess," he murmured, thumbs stroking against your hips. "You know I can just deposit all my money into your card too, right?" This was false- he had already deposited money into your card, just not as much as he would have liked to, in case you noticed too soon. You just didn't realise, giddily swiping your card when you saw there was still money inside. God, you needed to be more financially aware.
"As if," you scoffed, and Sylus bit back a smile. You were so oblivious sometimes it was cute. How did you think he got to such a high position without the basic knowledge of bank account infiltration? "And who told you you had permission to hold me again?"
"The six pairs of lingerie you just bought," he purred, leaning in closer. "And the seven more you probably would have bought if you used my card."
"I don't need your card to buy everything," you huffed angrily, poking at his chest and earning an amused eye raise. It was so unfair that he was still so antagonizingly hot even when you were mad at him. It just made you madder.
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