Just imagine Sylus fucking you into the nearest surface anytime you want him because he knows you have daddy/mommy issues but you havent opened up about them yet and he always gives you what you want and while he does that he makes you suck his fingers while he praises you for taking him so well.
Just imagine Sylus fucking you into the nearest surface anytime you want him because he knows you have daddy/mommy issues but you havent opened up about them yet and he always gives you what you want and while he does that he makes you suck his fingers while he praises you for taking him so well.
Anyone saying the spank is OOC for Sylus- Im sorry to be the one to inform you, you don't know Sylus. He has literally spanked MC in a secret times already and has canonically fucked mc so rough she couldn't walk and needed 3 days off work. Just because he's a loving partner doesn't mean he can't fuck, Jesus christ. Seriously, if you believe someone can't be a good partner and be into rough sex, I need you to leave Sylus alone. Man can dote on, kill for, and die for his wife while still spanking her ass red, he has the range.
So I'm f2p and since Infold had requested not to post anything on social media, but I still see pieces if the clips. I just saw Xaviers, SINCE WHEN HAS IT BEEN SO CLEAR, MCS HAND HELLOO
Guys I'll have time soon hopefully soon to writr more chapters of the story, but college is cooking me right now. I just had an examweek so I thoight this would be chill, but I have 3 projects
Part 2, I'll make a masterlist tonight and I'll work on the layout. And I'll think of a good title.
Sylus Daddy/mommy issues series
SFW
Tags: Reader has Daddy and/or mommy issues, reader is inexperienced because she was too afraid so Sylus helps her, afab, overall softdom!Sylus, reader is introverted and doesn't have many friends, but that's mostly noticable at the start, later on you'll barely notice it.
Eventual smut
You almost cancel three times.
Your phone rests in your hand, the message screen open, Sylusâ name staring back at you like a decision youâre not ready to make.
Looking forward to tonight.
Your thumb hovers above the keyboard.
You could still say no.
You donât do this, meeting strangers, going for drinks, letting people slowly step into spaces youâve carefully kept empty. Things get complicated when people stay too long. Expectations grow. Attachments follow.
And attachments never end in a good way.
But he helped you, so instead you lock your phone.
âItâs just drinks,â you murmur to the empty apartment. Nothing could possibly happen.
Still, you check your reflection twice before leaving.
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The evening air is cool as you walk toward the bar, hands tucked into your coat pockets. Halfway there, doubt creeps up again, you can still walk away.
And then you see him, he's already there, waiting for you.
Sylus stands near the entrance, leaning casually against the wall, tall enough that he immediately stands out from everyone passing by. When he straightens at the sight of you, you realize just how tall he actually is, those broad shoulders unfolding as he pushes himself upright, easily towering over the people around him.
His red eyes find yours instantly and soften.
âYou came.â
Not surprised. Just quietly pleased.
âYou asked,â you reply, with a little bit of attitude.
He chuckles and now he opens the door for you. As you walk past him, you catch his scent, warm cedarwood, clean spice and cigarette smoke somewhere in the distance.
His hand rests briefly at your back, guiding you inside. It didn't feel controlling, it felt good, his hand is warm and big. It felt securing in a way.
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The bar is calm, dimly lit, filled with soft music and low conversations. Before you can hesitate, Sylus pulls out a chair for you.
Like taking care of small things is instinct.
âYou look tired,â he says once you sit.
You blink. âThat obvious?â
âOnly if you pay attention.â
Something about the way he says it makes you look down at the table instead of answering.
He orders a whiskey neat and you order some light fruity drink, you didn't eat, you were too nervous and now you don't want to get too drunk.
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âWhat are you studying again?â he asks.
âLaw.â
âThat explains the late nights.â
You shrug. âItâs manageable.â
Silence settles and strangely, he lets it exist. No rushing to fill it, no awkward jokes. Just quiet presence.
It makes breathing easier.
After a while, he asks casually, âHow old are you?â
âTwenty-one.â
He nods slowly. âThat makes sense.â
You narrow your eyes. âWhat does that mean?â
âYou look young.â
âAnd you?â
âTwenty-eight.â
You glance back before you can stop yourself.
Twenty-eight.
He isn't old, but you two are in different stages of life. He already knows who he is, while youâre still figuring things out step by step.
It does explains the calmness and patience.
You hate a little that you like it. You hate a little more that it makes you attracted to him.
Tags: Reader has Daddy and/or mommy issues, reader is inexperienced because she was too afraid so Sylus helps her, afab, overall softdom!Sylus, reader is introverted and doesn't have many friends, but that's mostly noticable at the start, later on you'll barely notice it.
Reader is in her early twenties, 21/22 and Sylus is somewhere pushing 30.
You barely go outside, only for necessary things like groceries and work. You are a hardworking woman, yet you seem cold to the outside world, which leaves you with barely anyone around you.
Life taught you early on to be careful and not let people in too easily. Everyone is fake anyway or at least, thatâs what youâve come to believe. So you have no one and honestly, thatâs fine. You know perfectly well how to handle everything on your own.
You go to the gym regularly, though lately you havenât had the energy for it. Youâre studying to become a lawyer while working at a random office job that pays well and allows flexible hours, as long as you finish your work. Itâs the only way you can balance college, studying, and surviving.
One day, exhausted after staying in the college library until 10 p.m., finishing homework and preparing a weekly report for work, you finally head home. Itâs a Friday night, so the streets are nearly empty.
Almost.
While walking home, you notice a group of drunk frat boys slowly closing in around you. You know how to fight, youâve learned to protect yourself, but not against this many people. Panic rises in your chest. You have no one to call, no one to help you.
âLeave the lady alone. Donât you guys have something better to do?â
A tall man with silver hair and beautiful, yet intimidating red eyes walks straight through them, his stare sharp enough to silence the group instantly. The boys grumble but eventually back off.
He turns toward you.
âAre you okay?â
âEhm⌠yes. Thank you.â
Relief washes over you, though he does look intimidating, especially at this hour. Still, he helped you.
âNo problem. Drunk boys shouldnât be wandering around like thisâŚâ His sentence trails off, leaving space for introductions.
âOh â Y/N. And you?â
âA pretty name for a pretty lady.â He smirks. âSylus. Sylus Qin.â
You immediately shy away. âThank you.â
âDonât shy away already, kitten,â he teases softly. âWhat is such a wonderful woman doing out here alone on a Friday night anyway?â
âJust finishing some homework.â
Strangely, talking to Sylus doesnât feel as uncomfortable as conversations usually do.
âNeed a ride?â
âIâm sorry,â you say quickly. âI donât get into cars with people I just met⌠especially this late.â
âI totally understand. No worries.â He pulls a card from his pocket and hands it to you. âCall me if you ever need anything, sweetie.â
You take the card. Itâs black with red details, his name written in a beautiful crimson shade â the same color as his eyes. The nicknames make your thoughts twist slightly, but you ignore it.
âThank you, Sylus. For this⌠and for helping me. Have a good night.â
Before he can respond, youâre already walking away, quickening your pace toward home.
After arriving at your apartment, showered and finally lying in bed, you realize you havenât stopped thinking about him.
What. Has. Gotten. Into. You.
You almost want to slap yourself. Why canât you stop thinking about some random man you met barely an hour ago?
A few days pass, yet you still canât get him out of your mind. Eventually, you grab his card and send a message.
Hey, Sylus. I hope this isnât weird, but I still feel really grateful for the other night when you helped me. I just wanted to let you know. â Y/N
His reply comes quickly.
No problem, sweetie. Like I said, if you ever need anything, give me a call. Iâm glad I could help.
You stare at your phone, unsure how to respond, but luckily, another message appears.
Would you like to go out for drinks sometime this week? Something casual. Iâll pay, and if youâre not interested, thatâs totally fine. My offer still stands.
Oh god. How were you supposed to answer that?
Youâre not exactly afraid of people â you just⌠donât know how to socialize anymore. Still, he seemed kind. And drinks arenât that bad.
Maybe you should just go.
You type a single word, because you don't know what else to say.
Okay
Short, but enough.
You set a date, time, and place together.
And even though you know you probably shouldnâtâŚ
