okay chew on this. Wearing nothing but an apron when Sylus comes home. Oh yeah, he doesn't like them! Guess you should just take it off...
Too bad he's on a touching ban though, huh?
This is a whole four days old but...
You're just getting up some fruit, humming thoughtfully as you sway to your own voice. It's the only way to stop the shit eating grin from overcoming your features as you hear the sharp clicks of Sylus' polished shoes. "Welcome home." You offer, not daring to face him just yet because you know you'll crumble the second you see his devastatingly handsome face... even if you had been pissed off.
"..." You know his view must be wild, with the maroon apron tied in a neat bow around the small of your back. "I'm cutting up fruit, but you're still on my shit list so it's just enough for me." Only then do you shoot a glance over your shoulder, smirking as you take in his dazed expression. You know for a fact there are still healing bruises along your thighs and ass from where his fingers had gripped too hard during sex.
And you know they are on perfect display for him right now as you stand in nothing but an apron. Backside completely exposed for him to admire. "Is it the apron? Do you not like it?" You turn back to your stupid little task, trying not to let the laugher slip into your tone as you start to cut again. "Oh that's right, Mr "I'll never wear an apron" you don't like them, right? Should I take this off?" Mocking his voice, you reach back and easily loosen the simple bow you had tied.
You use the same hand to reach back and pull the loop over your neck, making a show of dropping it to the side in a little heap on the floor. Now, you're completely naked in the kitchen, done with your fruit, and Sylus is still standing as still as a statue. As silent as one too.
"Well, I'll be eating this in our bedroom." You turn to face him, plate in hand, and give him a once over. "You probably have to get some work done, right? Since you've got so many better things to do." Your grin is wicked now, not at all ashamed or willing to hide your intentions upon seeing the sizable bulge in the front of his pants.
"Poor Sy, three days of no sex, no loving, no snuggles..." you trail off as you turn away, hips swaying just a little more than necessary. "Can't even stand seeing me naked without your cock getting all stiff, hmm?" Oh, you were playing so unbelievably dirty...
Zayne x male!Reader, Sylus x male!Reader (separate)
@unknown-ends Bestie when I said I was running to my notes app, I MEANT IT. This had such a hold on me I swearrr
Written in drabble format cuz I'm honestly so tired rn lol
Based on this post
SMUT BELOW THE CUT
Warnings: shameless smut, pwp, sleepy sex, no somnophilia, anal sex, couch naps, kissing, talk of precum, no "finish", praise, thigh riding
First - Second - Third - Fourth LADs Masterlists
Zayne:
You let out a long sigh as consciousness finds you, nuzzling your cheek against your boyfriend's shoulder. Zayne stirs at the same time. His fingers find your hair, playing lazily with the strands as he returns to the waking world with you.
He nuzzles his nose into the top of your head. "We shouldn't have slept here," he murmurs, raspy and quiet. "How's your back feel?"
"Feels fine." You lift your head from his neck. He lifts his own to let you, settling down on the decorative pillow that is certainly not comfortable enough for a nap.
You both look at each other for a moment. Just taking each other in. Tracing the slope of his nose, the shape of his eyes, the softness of his lips... When you lean in to taste them, he reciprocates, cupping your cheek to keep you there.
It's slow. Gentle. He tastes like chocolate and mint. It's almost addicting, how sweet he always tastes.
You tangle fingers in his hair, brushing his bangs from his face. He sighs into your mouth. You feel his ears and cheeks heat up with blush before you see it. He pulls away, glancing away shyly.
You're about to ask why when you feel it. The twitching heat in his pants, pressing against your thigh. You're no better. Already half-hard from kissing him alone.
You guide his face back to yours. Look into his jade green eyes as you roll your hips against him. "What are you gonna do about this, doctor?" you tease.
He glances down at your lips. At the sleepy little smile you give him. He rolls you over, helping you shift until you're comfortable on the cushion, caging you in with his arms as he hovers above you. "I'll take care of you."
He kisses you deep, pressing your head back into the pillow. The undressing is like a ritual. He pulls your shirt free and drops it on the floor beside the couch. You slip his own off. The two seconds when you have to part is like an eternity.
He palms you through your pants. Strokes you through the material until you're fully hard and aching for him. He swallows up your groans eagerly. His hands are cool when they slip under your waistband to slide free the last of your clothing.
You sit up, chasing his lips as you slide your hands down his back. He sighs shakily, goosebumps arising on his skin. He pumps your dick slowly as you finish undressing him, pushing his pants down his legs until he can kick them off.
He lays you back down. His cock rubbing up against yours as he carefully grinds against you. Precum dripping onto your skin in a lewd display. He gathers it to coat his length, until it shines and shimmers with your shared spend.
He pulls away, sitting back on his knees as he lines himself up. He doesn't need to, but he loves watching your hole suck him in. The way you tilt your head back and bite your lip as he sinks in, inch by inch. He always takes his time here. Gives you as much time as you need and more to relax around his cock, to adjust to his size. It gives him time to duck down and praise your chest. Caress your stomach and pecks as he leaves wet kisses down your neck, your sternum, until he deviates to circle his tongue around your nipple.
You arch into him. Breathe out his name in a wanton sigh. He slowly rolls his hips, testing the waters. You wrap your legs around his waist, squeezing his hips to urge him onward.
The remnants of sleep cling to every motion. Every kiss is uncoordinated. Every touch just a second too slow. Each thrust a long drag that is in no rush toward completion. The thought of an orgasm is so far removed. All that either of you care about is the lingering. The drawn out intimacy that connects you two together in this moment.
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Sylus:
You're barely awake. Still holding onto him, cheek on his shoulder, face in his neck. The best napping spot in the house is on your boyfriend. He loves it, too; the weight of you on top of him, the rhythm of your breathing, the scent of your hair by his nose. And maybe it's a two way street. Maybe it's the rise and fall of his breathing, or the warm musky scent of his skin, or the light caresses over your spine, that has you this hard.
He's unperturbed. Blushing a little, sure. But there's no hesitance in the way he guides you to straddle his thigh. Or in the way he guides your hips to grind on him, supporting you as you lazily pick up the motions for yourself.
You scatter sleepy kisses against his skin. Nuzzle into his pulse, trace the bulge of his Adam's apple with your tongue. He groans low by your ear.
"What were you dreaming about, sweetie?" he teases.
You hum. Try to piece the fuzzy watercolor memory together. But the more you strain, the less you recall. So you shrug. "Dunno. Hope it was somethin' nice."
He chuckles. "If this is any indicator," he purrs, brushing his knuckles against you through your pants with enough pressure to make you whine for more, "I'm sure it was wonderful."
He's not unaffected. Every so often your thigh will rub against the tight bulge in his pants. You'd never complain if he chose to act on it, palm himself or guide your own hand there to do the job for him. But he simply lets it ache, giving his attention to you and you alone.
Your hips slow their roll, easing into a stop. He kisses the curve of your ear. "Don't stop, sweetie. Keep going."
You whine low in your throat. Brows pinched together as you shift. "I want..."
He hums. "Tell me."
"I want these off," you mumble.
"These?" He dips his finger into your waistband. When you nod, he obliges, tenderly pulling them down, freeing your dripping cock from its confinement. He taps your legs, helping you stand just long enough to remove them completely. He drops them beside him on the couch. Guides you back down against the meat of his thigh, admiring the precum that drips onto the expensive fabric. "Need some help?"
You nod pathetically against his neck. His hands are so large against your body as he grabs your hips. He guides you in slow rolls, gathering a rhythm to follow. He finds the perfect pace to have your breath hitch in your throat, your arms tighten around his ribs, your cock twitch against him. And he'll keep it, for as long as it takes to witness you utterly ruin his clothes with your orgasm.
⁀➴☕︎ | Papa!Sylus does not tolerate disrespect towards his wife
Based on this ask! Hope you enjoy<3
You're gently clipping kitten clips through your daughter's hair when your son barrels into her room. Wordlessly, he starts upturning the pillows on her bed, patting around the comforter before he moves on and starts looking through her nightstand.
"What are you looking for, hon?" You ask him, squeezing your daughter's cheeks and grinning the same grin she got from you back at her in the mirror "Do you like it?" You whisper to her, to which she nods happily.
"My..." He's too focused on scrounging through her drawer to properly answer before he gives up, shutting the drawer with a bang and startling the both of you "My bike keys. Have you seen them?"
Delicately upturning your daughter's face till she's looking at you, you coo at her "Have you seen the keys, baby?" When she giggles, you're laughing with her as you coo at her "No, I don't think you have"
"Mom" Your son sounds exasperated and you finally focus back on him, standing in the middle of the room, impatiently tapping his foot against the floor in clear agitation.
"You really thought your baby sister hid them?" You ask incredulously "What did the twins say?"
"They haven't seen it" He's pacing now before he stops by her playpen, upturning the plushies and toys in pursuit of his keys "Wouldn't put them above hiding it here though" He mutters under his breath but the words carry over to you anyway.
You set your daughter down who immediately crawls over to her big brother at a rapid pace, happily babbling as she reaches him, pulling at his jeans "Why are you looking for them anyway? Don't you remember you lost all bike privileges last month?"
Your son finally stands straighter, sighing "Dad obviously didn't mean that. He's always saying stuff..." Looking around for other possible hiding spots, he trails off "... that he doesn't mean"
You cross the room to where he's now set his eyes on your daughter's dressing table, gently grabbing his arm and turning him to face you "You've just stopped limping. You really need a break from riding your bike"
"The Doc cleared me for driving already" Huffing, he's still eyeing the dresser and clearly distracted wondering whether his troublemaker brothers really hid his keys in their sister's mansion of a room.
"We've not cleared you yet" You emphasize softly "The last incident could've been a lot worse and you know it"
Groaning because he believes he's tried to get through to you guys thousands of times over this, your son runs his hands through his stark white hair. Unlike his father, his crimson orbs run cold "But it wasn't" He stresses as he picks your daughter up and carefully places her in her crib.
"We're not going to sit around and wait for when it will be" You let him go and step back, immediately rearranging the stuff and picking up the toys he'd tossed around "You will only get your bike privileges back after you've proved to us that you're responsible enough to handle it"
You're too busy clearing up the space that you don't notice he's stopped moving around now, his face twisting into one of restrained irritation as he looks at you "You did it" He accuses "You took my keys"
"Yes" You straighten up now, returning a fallen plushie back to its correct position "Short of trashing your bike, this was the only method to get you to stop and consider the consequences"
"Consequences?" He repeats, incredulity clear on his sharp features, ones he inherited from his father "I walked around with a cane for two weeks, Mom. You really think I don't know what the consequences are?"
Sighing, you finally turn to face him "No. You don't. Not if you're already itching to go again. Your driving is rash and unsafe, for other people on the road but especially for you. Until you learn that, you can commute with your brothers"
He scoffs at that, as if the very notion is unthinkable "Just give me a bicycle at this rate"
"That can be arranged" You tell him but at his thunderstruck expression, you sigh again "Darling, I know that this sucks but this is for your own good"
"What? Taking any shred of freedom I have away from me?"
Raising three teenage boys with a penchant for danger and adrenaline was not easy at all. Especially with your patience stretched thin between their antics "Taking your freedom would be grounding you for your recklessness after the state we found you in, but the most we're doing is taking your bike away. Don't make me regret it"
Even his sister's incoherent babbling and happy squeaks is not enough to distract him as he stands there, fuming. Reigning your own irritation in, you cross the room to him finally and caress his arm as you give him your best placating smile "If you show us that you can be responsible in the next few weeks, you'll get your keys back faster than you know"
He's quiet, unresponsive for a few moments as you squeeze his arm to cheer him up but then his quiet voice carries over "Just because you sacrificed your freedom to be with Dad, the rest of us also need to be subjected to the same punishment?"
Your hand falls off his arm as you take a step back. It was true. To be with your husband had meant giving up a lot of things. But you'd never let that translate into your children being subjected to a life of hiding, having to give up the opportunity to be raised like other children. For him to accuse you of that when you'd bent over backwards to make their lives as uneventful and normal as you could, made your heart sink. Did your children really feel this way?
You're still trying to keep your anger at bay and compose yourself as you try to form a response. Your son stiffens next to you, back going ramrod straight as if bracing for impact.
"Speak to my wife that way again and you'll find out what a life without freedom really looks like"
Sylus' voice is so low it sends shivers running through you when you feel him come up behind you. He bypasses you completely, going straight for your son and leaning close till he was eyelevel "You're not disrespecting just your mother here, you've disrespected my wife. Don't you know what I do to those who scorn her?"
Your son can't bear to hold eye contact, looking nervous and lowering his gaze as Sylus whispers something to him. You're watching how his entire body goes rigid in fear as his father steps back "All this for your bike?"
He's too scared to respond, you can tell. You step up to his side to explain but your husband is not having it "Sylus-"
"No" He gently interrupts, before turning back to his son and tossing his keys at him, not as playfully as he usually would "The kid wants a ride? He's going to get one. Meet me in the garage in five minutes"
Your son slides an apprehensive look towards you and is about to leave when Sylus' low voice stops him dead in his tracks "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Gulping, he turns back to you. The keys jingle in his palms as he fists them. He's pale from fear at getting caught talking to you that way, but he's terrified for the talk that's coming after "I'm sorry, Mom"
He's out the door before you can respond and you turn to Sylus, dubious at how he'd behaved. Said man acts like he didn't just threaten his own son as he lifts his daughter out of the crib and coos at her "You can't talk to him that way!"
"And he can?" Sylus shoots back, his tone conversational as he kisses his daughter's cheeks.
"I was going to address it-"
"No" Sylus carefully holds his daughter in one arm as he turns to you "This is not behavior that we address. This is when they need to be put in line and made to understand the sacrifices you made for them to have the kind of life they do now" Putting an arm around you, he pulls you close and kisses your forehead "They can't get away with talking to their mother this way. More importantly, my wife"
"He shouldn't be riding his bike" Your brows furrow as Sylus puts his daughter back in her crib, before tucking your head under his chin and pulling you close.
"I've got this, baby" He pulls back to look at you, and those crimson orbs that all your children shared had come from this wonderful man, with his glowing eyes and wicked mouth. The love of your life "I'll make sure he's being careful"
With a final kiss to your forehead, he's pulling away to join his son when you call out behind him "Stay safe!"
Your parting words are still keeping him warm by the time he reaches the basement garage where his son is waiting by his bike, parked next to Sylus' own. He's already wearing his helmet, in clear hopes that this will help brace for impact of the storm that is his father.
Wordlessly, Sylus puts on his helmet and gets on his bike. Every moment stretched thin without a single word from his dad has your son nervous as he watches him rev the bike once, the engine roaring.
Sylus turns to look at his son once before he pulls his visor down and takes off. Your son's right behind him, the unspoken command to follow clear.
Both of them tear through the city, driving at a much lower speed than what they would usually, cruising past neighbourhoods and districts as the sun follows them into the sunset.
Your son is intently watching the back of his Dad's head, trying to figure out what exactly is going through his mind. Contrary to what most people deduced, he wasn't a mama's boy. He always felt closer to his dad. Like he didn't need a lot of words to express what he felt and Sylus just knew.
Even now, as they climbed around a hilltop, he could tell that just because he'd taken him out for a drive, everything wasn't back to normal. No, his clearly veiled threat that he didn't want you to hear earlier still rang clear in his head. This wasn't a way to help you calm down. Sylus needed the drive probably as much your son did.
After all, your son had inherited the love for riding from your husband.
They parked their bikes by a viewing spot that was blessedly empty, watching as the sun faded into hues of orange and blue over the city. Sylus takes his helmet off, hanging it over the rearview mirrors before turning to look at his son who was doing the same.
Unlike the older Qin, his son wasn't as good at acting aloof and unbothered. His foot tapped nervously on the tar before he caught himself, found himself knocking anxiously into the side of his bike and stopped abruptly, ran his fingers through his hair and looked around apprehensively before his gaze settled on the way the lights around the city lit up one by one. When he finally turned to look at his father, he found him already studying him quietly.
"You don't know the horrors your mother has faced to be able to give you this life. If you can't be grateful for it, unlearn that bullshit and do right by her yourself before I feel the need to step in"
Your son sighs. He screwed up big time. He lied.
He was a mama's boy.
Sylus tredges into your bedroom a couple hours later when you're sitting at your vanity and doing your skincare after a shower to calm yourself down. The twins caught wind about their eldest brother being in trouble and answering their questions on top of worrying for your son drained all your remaining energy out of you.
"Well?" You ask, going over to where Sylus is pouring himself a stiff drink and downing it in one go "What's the verdict?"
Sylus falls back into the couch and takes you with him, hugging you close to his body and sighing like he felt the entire world's weight on his shoulder "He lives"
"Sylus!" You pull back and smack his shoulder which breaks a chuckle out of him.
"He's fine. He handed over his keys himself and is serving his sentence by baking your favorite cookies before he comes up here to apologize again" That makes you smile as you wrap your arms around his neck, sinking into his warmth again.
"You did good" You praise, playing with the short hair at his nape "What did you say to him?"
Sylus' attention strays from where he'd been drawing mindless patterns into your skin, taking on a faraway look "Nothing too serious. He's a smart kid"
At your unconvinced look, Sylus complies "If it helps, I didn't scold him. He heard an earful for the way he talked to you but.. he's been cooped up at home all these weeks and that translated into today's episode" As an afterthought, he adds "Plus, the twins are not easy"
You groan "I sympathize with him, I really do"
Sylus laughs before he's quiet again, tightening his arms around you, lips resting against your temple "Told him that if he needed to go on a ride, he knows where to find me. And he'll only get his solo riding privileges back once I clear him safe"
"When will that be?" You muse, because you knew your husband.
"Never" You laugh quietly into his shoulder, knowing he's half kidding but also half serious "I should take away all his privileges simply for having talked to you that way"
Your fingers have stopped playing now, sinking deeper into the tufts of his hair and scratching his scalp as your hot breath whispers into his ear "Because no one disrespects your wife?"
You can feel the smirk spreading on Sylus' face as he pulls back to look at you "And lives to talk about it" At your evident frown, he amends "Unless they're blood related, in which case we concede with minimal punishment"
"What do you do to these...perpetrators?" You're not being slick at all, especially as your hand unbuttons his shirt with ease.
"Bad things" His lips ghost over your pulse before he's peppering kisses along your neck and jaw.
"What kind of bad things?" Your hands pull away at his shirt to feel his burning skin beneath your palms, running your fingers over the ridges as his stubble rubs against your skin.
"What was that saying about curiousity and a kitten?"
"It was a cat" You correct, moaning when his lips cover yours to reprimand you mouthing off to him with you hastily pulling away because you're far from done "That's not the full saying"
Sylus is simply humoring you now as he helps you out of your night slip, baring you completely for him "Is that so?"
"Don't you know satisfaction brought it back?" The innuendo is not lost on him, especially as your hands go to his belt buckle "Are you up for the challenge, Mr. Qin?"
Wordlessly, Sylus lifts you in his arms and drops you on the bed, very much up for the challenge as he simply rolls up the sleeves of his unbuttoned shirt. And because you're a glutton for punishment, you can't help but push his buttons "Yes? No? Maybe so?"
Sylus foregoes playing into your bait by grabbing you by the calves and dragging you to the edge of the bed as you squeal, throwing your legs over his shoulders, getting ready to show you how good he can satisfy this kitty.
May I request sylus with an introverted MC? Like she's very talkative with him and the twins but when there's someone else she comes off as cold/closed off? (Maybe she can't really control her expressions so she's always giving someone a side eye too lol)
Only if you want to, of course! <3
hi, thank you! lots of fluff below
sylus x gender neutral reader
The grand park in Linkon was turned into a massive summer-fest fare.
Small, colorful booths were placed between tall trees, circled by dozens of people – children and adults alike. Long lines were formed to participate in various attractions, starting from claw machines and ending with shooting arrows to win prizes.
The green meadows on the left side of the main path were occupied with blankets and families laughing together, sharing food. The right side was full of children squealing as they chased the ball and tried to kick it in the net.
It was beautiful, with the lively atmosphere and fairy lights decorating the trunks of trees and swinging between lampposts.
You asked Sylus to take you here after you saw the photos on social media, but now…
Now it felt too overwhelming. There were so many people and so many noises, sounds of sizzling meat on barbecues, of screaming children, of loud music. You barely entered the park and yet you were already tired.
Sylus must have sensed it, because he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “Okay?”
You squeezed him back, interlacing your fingers. “Okay.”
“We can go home. Or somewhere less crowded.”
“Are you chickening out already?” you asked, sending him a teasing smirk. Before coming here, you made a bet: Sylus would win you a plushie in only three tries. He was so confident about it too, you couldn’t help but laugh. And he took full offence, too.
“I’m winning that bet, kitten.” He tugged you towards the claw machine stand. You chuckled as you had to run a bit to catch up to him. Damn his long legs.
“We never established what the prize would be, though,” you mused.
Thankfully, the line to the stand was pretty short, compared to the other ones around you. You took your place behind an elderly couple and Sylus wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you to him.
He bent down, warm lips brushing your earlobe. “You’ll find out soon, kitten.”
It was really hard to blame your shiver on the cold, considering it was scorching hot that day.
“You’re too confident about winning.” You poked his stomach.
When it was finally your turn, Sylus strode slowly towards the machine. You bit your lip pretty hard to keep yourself from laughing out loud when he stretched his neck and flexed his fingers a few times before putting them on the lever.
You quickly approached his side and regarded the plushies. There, in the far corner, was a fussy kitty in a color you didn’t have.
“Sy,” you said in a sing-song voice, “I want that one.”
“We never agreed you got to choose which plushie you want,” he huffed, amused eyes catching yours.
“Well, if you want to double your mysterious prize…” you dragged the words, teasing him about whatever he had in mind. And when he gave you that smirk and parted his lips to reply-
“What do we have here, everybody!” An enthusiastic, too enthusiastic voice interrupted the two of you. “A gentleman winning a prize for his lover, I bet!”
A man dressed up in a weird, circus-like costume with a tall, red and white hat approached you. He held a microphone in one hand and a magic wand in the other, and a cameraman was following his every step.
He was loud.
“Dear party-goers and sun-enjoyers!” he sounded into the microphone. “Look at this handsome guy! I think he might be a bit too big for the poor machine.” He winked towards the camera and turned to Sylus, microphone shoved in his nose. “What’s your name, young man?”
Sylus did not seem concerned with the man, but he quickly peeled his gaze off the plushie and to you, looking for any sign of discomfort. You just nodded quickly and mentioned to fuzzy kitty.
“Sky,” Sylus replied flatly, focused again on the claw.
“A big round of applause for Sky!” he shouted and the queue behind you erupted in eager cheering. The man turned to you. “What plushie is he winning for you?”
You took a big breath. This man just ruined your excitement. At first, you were overwhelmed, then it was just you and Sylus – just as you liked it – and then he came in, loud and unfunny, a forced smile on his lips. This was not fun – couldn’t have been fun for him either, right?
“Fuzzy kitty,” you murmured.
“What was that?” he tilted his ear towards you, as if to hear you better.
And when he shoved this microphone too close to your lips, you were even more frustrated. “I said: fuzzy kitty,” you muttered in a cold tone, eyes locked on his. This was not amusing, certainly annoying not only to you. “Can you go now?” You held his gaze even when there was no microphone under your nose.
The man raised his brows and laughed towards the crowd. “Fuzzy kitty, indeed! Tell us-”
“That’s enough, circus man.” Sylus turned to face you, a fuzzy kitty snug in his arms. Your lips instantly widened into a smile.
“Sy!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms around his neck and crushing the poor plushie between you. His laughter warmed your ear. “Wait, I didn’t count how many rounds that took you-”
“I am no circus man!” a voice behind you whined, already departing from the two of you and the claw machine. “I am the Linkon summer spirit in-”
You stopped hearing that voice when Sylus took your hand and put fuzzy kitty in your arm. “You just have to believe me it was three.”
You squinted at him. “Uh-huh. Sure.”
“Uh-huh. Really, sweetie,” he tugged you in the direction of the food court. “So, for my reward-”
“What reward! That didn’t count! I should get my reward!”
“Which is?”
“Well-”
When you walked through the park, crowds long forgotten, you never noticed the gentle, genuine smiles sent your way.
~ I feel like I be saying the same things in different fonts but this has been lingering in my head for at least a month now so why not.
Sylus cannot stop spitting on your pussy during sex. You could be sopping wet, a mix of his cum and yours literally everywhere. All over your cunt, your thighs, dripping down your ass. It's still not wet enough, every so often he just spits down on where his cock disappears inside of you to make it even wetter.
Xavier eats you front to back, you don't think there is a time where he's gone down on you and not licked your ass too. You're mortified about it, make a point to really deep clean yourself up prior to seeing him. He's eating you to the bone, licking and sucking and biting every inch of you from the top of your thighs all the way down and around to the small of your back.
Caleb loves the smell of your pussy, an obsession that goes far beyond stealing your panties for personal use. He'll purposely eat you out with the blankets over his head to be enveloped by the heady scent that is you and your arousal. You swear you feel his nose burying between your slick folds more than his tongue.
Rafayel is into snowballing after he cums in your mouth. Don't swallow, don't spill either. He's tugging you up to his level and crashing his lips against yours, a sloppy mix of tongue and teeth as you pass whatever of his cum remains in your mouth over to his before he's pushing it back into your own again.
Zayne purposely makes you squirt / ruin his sheets. It gives him a sense of satisfaction seeing the wet spot (puddle). He purposely bought a water proof mattress cover for this reason. When everything is done and you go to shower? He's grinding his cock into the wetness, hard all over again at the aftermath of your strenuous activities before stripping the bedding to wash.
you don’t even know why you say it. you’re not the praising type. not really. you tease. you moan. you beg sometimes when he makes you—when he’s in one of those moods, all pushy and mean, telling you to use your manners, sweetheart, like he isn’t already two fingers deep and spreading you open slow just to watch your eyes roll.
and sylus isn’t the kind of guy who needs it either. he’s cold. not just at work. always. cold voice, cold hands, cold look over his shoulder like he’s already ten steps past you in his head. nobody phases him. nobody cracks him. nobody gets to touch him and see him at the same time.
but you do.
and he lets you.
and right now—he’s letting you fuck him soft and slow, chest to chest, mouth to mouth, your hips rolling lazy on top of his while his hand’s curled low around your ass, guiding you, controlling you even when you’re the one on top. that’s how he likes it. how he needs it.
so maybe it’s that. maybe it’s the look on his face. maybe it’s the way his brows are twitching together, like he’s fighting something off—like if he lets you go even a little harder he’s gonna say something stupid, something real.
you’re already gone. you feel too good. you’re too wet. you’re not thinking. so you say it. “you feel so good, sylus.” just like that. soft. breathy. like you mean it. and the second you do—he freezes.
not all the way, not like he’s pulling back. more like he’s startled. like you hit something he didn’t know was there.
“…what?”
you blink down at him, rocking slow. “i said you feel good—”
“don’t.” his voice is raw. strained. quiet like it’s been scraped thin.
you laugh a little, teasing. “what, i’m not allowed to praise you now?”
“no,” he mutters. “you’re not.”
but he’s gripping you harder. his thighs are trembling. he’s looking at you like he’s pissed, but underneath it—underneath that perfect, surgical composure—he’s wrecked.
and you know why. you know him. you know this man who never needs anything, who never lets anyone in, who fucks you like he’s punishing himself for liking it—and now you know what breaks him.
“baby,” you whisper, soft as sin. “you’re so deep. you’re so good to me—so fucking good—”
his breath hitches. he shudders. his grip goes punishing and he grits through his teeth, “shut up,” but it’s not mean. it’s not real. it’s desperate.
so of course you don’t. of course you ride him slow and stroke his face and kiss his jaw and say, “you make me feel so good. you’re perfect. you always take care of me. nobody fucks me like you do—”
and that’s what does it. that. right there. because suddenly he’s groaning into your mouth like he’s never cum before in his life, like you’re fucking wringing the soul out of him with every word, every grind, every good boy whispered between your kisses.
he bucks once. spills deep. and he goes completely still underneath you, eyes wide, lips parted, chest heaving while he shoots every last drop into you without warning, without even knowing it’s happening until it’s too late, until you’re clenching around him and stroking his hair and smiling down like you knew this would happen all along.
you kiss his cheek. he doesn’t move.
“fuck,” he breathes. “you—fuck. don’t ever say that again.”
MDNI, cunnilingus, fingering, Sylus x reader, short
“Can I help you, miss?”
“N-no, no need, thank you..!” Your voice sounds a bit squeaky, and you’ve been gripping the drapes nervously for a while now.
“Are you sure?” The waitress looks concerned, looking at your flushed face—she hasn't even poured the wine yet. When her eyes starts to track where your hands are resting, she could swear she sees the fabric moves just—
“I-I’m sure! No need to worry about me. Thank you!” You dismiss the waitress quickly, waving your hand, flashing a not-so-convincing smile.
“Well, alright. Just call me if you need anything.” The waitress smiles curtly, noticing that the other chair at your table has been empty for a while. Walking away, she shakes her head lightly, assuming the handsome man she saw earlier has just left you alone.
“She almost caught us, sweetie.”
“Sylus, this isn’t funny!” You whisper to the table, thankful that your table was arranged in the dim corner of the room. “Get out of there!”
“Why? Don’t you enjoy the thrill?” Another slow, deliberate lick stripes accross your folds.
“N-not when there are people around!” You hiss back, freezing as a guest at a neighboring table glances over, noticing your fidgeting. You offer an awkward, strained grin until the man shifts his gaze away.
“So the woods and an empty parking lot are fine, but a restaurant isn’t?” He smoothly slips a long finger inside you, and you have to bite your lip to stifle a moan. “You have such peculiar rules, kitten.”
“Really—can you stop? Someone’s coming!”
The waitress approaches the table again, the bottle cradled elegantly in a clean white service cloth, ensuring the label faces you.
“For your dinner this evening, an excellent choice. This is the Château Margaux, 2015 vintage, from the Margaux appellation in Bordeaux. It is a spectacular vintage, widely celebrated for its exceptional balance and silkiness.”
“I’ll finish soon, sweetie. But..” He whispers against your thigh, loud enough for only you to hear, not loud enough for the waitress to hear as he lifts your dress higher, nipping at your clit before thrusting another digit into your soaking wet cunt. “...hold your voice.”
"… as it begins to breathe, you will catch a beautiful bouquet of fresh red berries, violets, and a subtle touch of sweet spice. It possesses incredible structure, yet it is famously soft and elegant on the palate—perfectly complementing your dinner tonight." You wish she would just stop and leave immediately.
“Thank you, that smells… nice.” You couldn’t offer better words to her long explanation, your whole senses has narrowed down to what he's doing between your legs.
The waitress pours a small tasting portion into your glass. "A small taste for you first, just to ensure it is to your liking."
You take the glass with trembling fingers and take a quick sip, nod, and give your approval. The nod is a little too eager but the waitress dismiss the thought and slips her professional mask back on.
She smiles warmly and proceeds to pour a serving into your date’s empty glass first, then fills yours to the widest part of the bowl. "Excellent. Please enjoy your evening and this beautiful pairing. To a wonderful night."
Sylus must hear the waitress's footsteps getting further away, because his pace suddenly quickens. His fingers thrust deep and hook upward, deliberately punishing your most sensitive spot.
“Mm… mmm….!!” You grip the edge of the tablecloth hard, praying that the retreating waitress doesn't notice you're on the absolute brink of coming.
Sylus pulls his fingers out just in time, replacing them with his tongue against your swollen, melting walls. He catches your hard, rhythmic contractions, humming in dark satisfaction as he rides out your waves, drinking your juices in until you're completely spent.
He takes his time licking you thoroughly clean before finally sliding out from behind the heavy drapes.
You let out a long, ragged breath, smoothing down your skirt. “What if the waitress knows?”
“She doesn’t,” he says, completely unbothered as he takes his seat and stares at you with a hooded gaze. “Now... how does that wine tastes?”
Can you even remember the taste of that wine when Sylus licks you down there?? Hecan drink on me wherever and whenever seriously 🫦🍷✨
Inspired by @cocoaxia ‘s post EDIT: I found it it’s this one!🍷✨
You had been staring at the exact same webpage for the past forty-five minutes.
On the screen was the ultimate, limited-edition scale figure of your absolute favorite anime character. It was gorgeous. The details were perfect, the pose was dynamic, and it even came with a bonus acrylic stand.
There was just one massive, heartbreaking problem: the price tag. With tax and shipping, it was practically a whole month's savings.
You let out a dramatic, soul-crushing sigh and slumped forward, letting your forehead hit the desk with a soft thud. "Why must the 2D world demand so much 3D cash?" you muttered to yourself.
"If you hit your head any harder, you're going to lose the few brain cells you have left."
You bolted upright, turning around to see Sylus leaning against your bedroom doorframe. He had his arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on his lips. You hadn't even heard him walk in—which wasn't surprising, considering he practically moved like a shadow.
"Sylus!" you whined, spinning around in your desk chair. "Look at this. Just look at him." You pointed aggressively at the monitor.
Sylus walked over, peering over your shoulder at the screen. He scanned the bright, colorful anime character, then glanced down at the price. His eyebrow tweaked upward. "You’re stressing out over a plastic doll?"
"It's not a doll, it's a high-quality scale figure," you corrected, puffing out your cheeks. "And he's the best character in the whole show! He's cool, he's smart, and his character arc is literally elite. But he costs a million bajillion bucks, so I guess I'll just starve."
Sylus let out a low chuckle, reaching out to ruffle your hair, ignoring your protests. "Right. Well, don't look too long. You'll burn a hole through the screen."
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A few days later, you had completely accepted your tragic, merch-less fate. You came home from a long day, kicked off your shoes, and collapsed onto your bed, ready to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the night.
But then you noticed something strange.
Sitting right in the middle of your desk was a massive, pristine cardboard box. It had official anime shop tape sealing the edges.
Your heart skipped a beat. You scrambled off the bed, practically tripping over your own feet, and rushed to the desk. With shaking hands, you grabbed a pair of scissors and carefully sliced open the box.
Inside, protected by a mountain of bubble wrap, was the exact limited-edition figure. The box was flawless. It even had the rare pre-order bonus acrylic stand tucked neatly into the side.
"Oh my gosh. No way. No actual way," you gasped, hands over your mouth.
"Do you like it?"
You whipped around. Sylus was leaning against the wall near the window, tracking your reaction with those intense, dark eyes of his. He looked perfectly casual, but you could see the faint trace of a smug grin on his face.
"Sylus! Did you get this?!" you squealed, bouncing on your heels. "This was literally sold out everywhere and so expensive! How did you even—"
"It wasn't that hard," he interrupted smoothly, walking closer. "I have my ways. Besides, I got tired of you moping around like the world was ending."
You didn't care about his effortless attitude—you were too ecstatic. You lunged forward and threw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're literally the best boyfriend ever!"
Sylus caught you easily, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close. He let out a soft huff against your hair, but he didn't pull away. In fact, he held you just a little bit tighter than usual.
"Yeah, yeah," he murmured, his voice dropping into a slightly lower, grumbly tone. "Just remember who actually bought it for you."
You pulled back just enough to look at his face. His expression was a hilarious mix of satisfaction and a very distinct, pouty frown.
"Wait," you giggled, realizing what was happening. "Are you... jealous of a plastic figure?"
Sylus looked away, a faint, rare dust of color hitting his cheekbones. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm not jealous of a cartoon."
"You totally are!" you teased, poking his chest. "You're jealous of a 2D character!"
Sylus caught your poking hand, trapping your fingers in his warm grip. He leaned down, his eyes locking onto yours with sudden intensity, effectively shutting down your teasing.
"I just think," he whispered, a dangerous, playful smirk returning to his lips, "that you spend a lot of time talking about how 'cool' and 'smart' he is. But last time I checked, he isn't the one who can actually hold you. Or spoil you."
Your face instantly flushed bright red. He always knew exactly how to flip the script and make you flustered.
"I-I mean, obviously you're cooler," you mumbled, suddenly finding the buttons on his shirt very interesting.
Sylus let out a triumphant, low laugh, clearly satisfied with your reaction. He leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead.
"Good," he said softly, releasing your hand to gently pinch your cheek. "Now go put your new toy on the shelf. Then you're paying me back by watching a movie with me. And you're not allowed to talk about him the entire time.”
A/N: First post! Also, can we talk about the trailer for the 6th Li just being released and people are already hating, damn.
@akira-dragon-archive do not plagiarize, edit or feed any of my works into any ai platforms.
Sylus was magnetic. The kind of man who commanded every room without even trying. Charismatic in a dangerous way, with that lazy, knowing smirk, those red cat-like eyes and a voice like velvet wrapped around a knife.
People didn’t just approach him, they were drawn to him. Some did it foolishly, lured by the thrill of his presence; others— mostly women—were pulled in by his raw, masculine aura.
Everyone in the room knew exactly what he was: the leader of Onychinus, a man who could ruin lives with a single word or a flick of his fingers. And, more importantly, everyone knew he was taken.
Everyone, except the whore of a hostess at the restaurant you were at now.
You were right by his side, clearly accompanying him, yet she flirted with him shamelessly. She leaned far too close over the polished counter, batting her lashes, her fingers lingering on his wrist when she grabbed his card. She was clearly enchanted by the infamous Sylus. He didn’t encourage it, but that signature smirk of his stayed in place, unreadable.
When you finally sat across from each other in the private booth, you ignored him completely. You stared pointedly at the menu, your jaw tight, but the words were a blur of meaningless ink. Your mind was still replaying the way that woman had looked at him like he was a prize to be won, ignoring the fact that you were by his side. It made your blood boil.
You gripped the menu at the thought.
“Kitten.”
You didn’t look up. You could feel his gaze on you—that heavy, all-knowing weight that always made your skin prickle.
“Sweetie, are you jealous?”
The audacity. You lowered the menu just enough to glare at him, letting all your irritation bleed into your expression. “No.”
Sylus leaned back against the leather booth, one arm draped lazily along the seat. He looked completely relaxed, entirely too entertained. “Let’s try again. Are you jealous of a hostess I didn’t even glance at twice?”
“She was practically hanging over the counter” you countered, your voice a sharp, low blade.
“And?”
And you let her, you thought, a surge of possessive fury overriding your restraint. You stood there like a king, enjoying the worship.
“And you…” You didn't finish the sentence. Instead, you dropped the menu entirely, leaning forward. Slowly, deliberately, you began to slide your heel up his thigh under the low table. The movement was teasing and measured, the sharp stiletto dragging along the expensive fabric of his trousers, feeling the hard, toned muscle beneath. “…didn’t say anything.”
His relaxed posture shifted instantly. His crimson eyes sharpened, turning dark and heavy with sudden interest. He didn’t pull away; he simply parted his legs a little wider, inviting you in, that dangerous smirk deepening with clear amusement and a flicker of growing arousal.
“Why would I waste—”
You didn’t let him finish. He was always so prone to lecturing, to trying to regain the upper hand with his smooth words. You dragged the heel back down with deliberate slowness, sliding it over the growing bulge in his trousers until the sharp point rested directly against his hardening cock. Then you pressed. Hard.
A low, ragged groan tore from Sylus’s throat. It wasn't the polished, composed sound he usually reserved for his subordinates; it was raw, unfiltered, and entirely yours. His crimson eyes flashed with a predatory hunger, the usual calm mask fracturing as his hips jerked forward, involuntarily chasing the sharp, punishing pressure of your heel.
“You’re really punishing me with the heels I bought you?” he rasped, a dark, breathless chuckle mixing with the words. “Naughty little thing… Look at you, all jealous and territorial.”
His large hand shot under the table instantly, fingers wrapping tightly around your ankle, anchoring your stiletto firmly against his throbbing length. He didn’t push you away. Instead, he ground up against it—slow, deliberate movements that let you feel every thick inch of him swelling and straining desperately against the expensive fabric.
“Harder, sweetie” he murmured “If you’re that mad about the hostess touching me, then punish me properly. Grind that pretty, expensive heel into my cock with all that jealousy.” He was rock-hard under your heel now, thick, heavy, and throbbing with every heartbeat. He was waiting for your next move, completely at your mercy, and he was clearly loving every second of the surrender.
But you suddenly stopped, yanking your ankle out of his grip.
The sudden shift in your demeanor caught him off guard—a flicker of genuine surprise finally pierced through his predatory mask. As you stood up, moving with a lethal grace, you didn't give him a second to recover. You slid into his side of the booth and straddled his lap.
He didn't protest as your fingers—deliberate and steady—reached for his belt. The heavy buckle clicked open with a sharp sound, followed by the slide of the zipper, exposing him to the cool air of the restaurant booth and the overwhelming heat radiating from you.
He looked up at you then, his crimson eyes dilated, burning with a mix of shock and dark hunger. He was a man accustomed to owning every situation, yet here he was—pinned, exposed, and entirely captivated by your next move.
You leaned down, your gaze locking with his, your voice dropping to a low, possessive murmur that seemed to vibrate against his skin. You guided him to your already slick entrance, one hand sliding your panties aside beneath the fabric of your crimson dress
"You," you said, your voice dripping with an authority that matched his own as you lowered yourself, taking his tip inside you. He groaned as his cock twitched, thick and desperate for more.
You kept your eyes fixed on his, your hands moving to cup his face, your palms pressing against his sharp jawline.
"Are," you continued, your voice breathless now as you began to settle, sinking further down, feeling his length fill you completely—an intoxicating fullness that made your head swim.
"Mine."
You sat down fully, the air driven from your lungs in a sharp, jagged exhale. Sylus let out a guttural, broken growl as his hands gripped your hips as if he were trying to imprint his touch onto your skin as you started moving on him, desperate and unrelenting.
"Look at you" he rasped, his hands digging into your waist to guide your rhythm. "So demanding when you finally decide to take what's yours."
You didn't answer, caught in the friction and the overwhelming heat of him. You accelerated, the sound of your skin slapping against his filling the small booth. The world narrowed down to the pressure, the slide, and the way he looked at you—worshipful and ruined. When the release finally crashed over you, pulling a sharp cry from your throat, he followed immediately. He groaned, a deep, earth-shaking sound that vibrated through your joined bodies, and he spilled into you, holding you anchored against him as he bucked upward.
As the aftershocks faded, you pulled back just enough to catch your breath, feeling the heavy, wet evidence of him dripping down your inner thighs. You quickly adjusted your underwear—trapping the slick warmth against you—and smoothed the dress back into place, sliding out of his lap to return to your seat.
Sylus let out a low, dark chuckle, his gaze heavy and possessive as he watched you fix your hair.
“Well, looks like my kitten decided to bare her claws” he rasped, that smug grin never leaving his face. “Feeling better now?”
You turned your head away with an exaggerated little “Hm.”
Sylus laughed, his eyes dark with lingering heat. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
summary : you show up at sylus’ place after an argument with your parents. it is indeed sickening and sweet to be the object of affection of your humble fruit vendor friend.
pairing : sylus x mc!reader
genre : hurt comfort (i tried)
warning : mention of manipulative parents, not very canon divergent, pretend the mc has parents, slightly self indulgent
words : 2.3k
sat across lazily at his place, sylus’ phone buzzes. his heart answers before his words do. that is to say, purely in his head, for you - his best friend (solely his own made up term), have called him.
“miss hunter, what a pleasant surprise, are you sure you meant to ring my number?” the smirk in his words is evident to fault. however, with no reply at the end, he prods again, “kitten?”
“sy, are you at your place?” you ask weakly into the phone, and sylus knows immediately to not protest any further.
“ofcourse, im right here, come over.”
this is how after twenty minutes, you are at the n109 onychinus base, after a long day of wanderer-hunting (as sylus guesses), except this isn’t your usual way to wind down.
you know this. mephisto knows. luke and kieran know. sylus, naturally, also knows.
the look in your eyes, where your smile doesn’t quite reach the feelings you actually wanna convey from the actions that follow. the disconnect from your motor functions is very evident to the likes of a certain mafia boss.
you still follow through your regular greetings to everyone and head to take a spot on the sofa.
huh.
sylus follows behind as you make yourself comfortable, taking off your shoes before finally removing your gear. he remains steady in his observation, takes you in as you move effortlessly across the room and very oddly leave behind your gear and shoes next to the sofa. you finish your routine (?) and stretch briefly before finally sitting down.
sylus remains next to the sofa without a word and prepares to head to the kitchen to alert the chef to make a meal for you, just how you like it. until, he hears you interrupt his thoughts where you cozy up to him for the night.
“hey sy, i don’t think i’m that hungry actually”, naturally, an exhausting mission can surely tire someone out to the extent of losing their appetite. you did mention, heading back from one, surely to relax at his place?
sylus’ face contorts into a strange expression that even he does not seem to recognise to be forming. this is so very normal, surely this is how humans as extraordinary as you must function. he reasons and tries to not dwell on these little deviances of your behaviour in the past few minutes in his place. yet again, he moves to prepare the next thing on the list, dimming the lights and putting on a relaxing movie ofcourse.
it feels strange, you’re usually going off about the next movie on your watchlist by now.
a man like sylus, does not build an empire of such power by sheer luck. his meticulous nature seeps through all aspects of his life. that includes you too. he is aware of what his kitten likes and wants, what you may require if problems befalls your routine and preparing for the next course of action for whatever goes amiss for anything; be it misplaced belongings or a missing wanderer’s coordinates.
all in all, sylus is observant, painfully so. nothing escapes those beautiful eyes of mr. onychinus of the n109 zone. in your nascent and odd friendship, you, too, are aware of this fact.
so what truly baffles him today is how you, a hunter of such caliber, and his dear friend of such nuance, have no guard up to mask any of the emotions you are so clearly displaying, rather in actions.
a feeling of warmth spreads against his chest when he realises.
you aren’t being wary.
you’re being vulnerable.
whatever the situation may be, he cannot help but suppress a smile that makes its way to the corner of his mouth. the feeling of openness that he has been entrusted with by you.
right. she seems troubled and out of it. sylus thinks and peers carefully over the possible reactions to this situation. his very detail oriented beloved is very tired and did not even care to freshen up from a mission.
was it a bad mission? he ponders for about a second before immediately dismissing the thought. no, you’re too strong for that and there isn’t even a scratch on you.
perhaps some personal problems?
after computing all the possibilities he could fathom, he takes his spot besides you. this isn’t the usual meeting that takes place between you both and it bound him clueless, to not be able to gauge the reason for your distress.
“you know, i thought kittens marked their territory and remained loyal and consistent with their preferences, guess that doesn’t always hold true?”, he emphasises the last part to test the waters whether you deliberately chose his spot to sit. you see, sylus always loves to lean against the arms of the sofa and let you rest your head on him, steady and ever-present.
as friends do.
to this, you let out a sigh and finally hold his gaze. a flicker of sadness makes its way - first to your mouth, it twitches to contain your emotions. then to your eyes, where you really do make your best attempt to squint them shut without seeming like a complete and obvious fool. finally you fold your legs towards yourself to shield this ‘outburst’ of feelings. your body very conveniently experiences, in all force, despite you trying to mask it ever since you stepped into his place.
this will change the trajectory of your relationship, you had thought before reaching out to him, however your body had moved faster than your brain did and before you knew it, you had already started heading over to this place.
next to him, you pull your torso towards your bent knees, heavy with this all-encompassing sadness you squeak, “i didn’t know where to go.”
sylus takes this as his cue to move himself to steady you against his arms and chest. it feels really warm for the duration that you could register what is happening, where he engulfs you into a bear hug.
that is what really breaks you down, you let the feelings on the lose. finally letting it out of your system. throughout this whole scenario, sylus continues to soothe you by rubbing your back as you try to compose yourself. you let it out for a while till he holds you and keeps you in his arms, until you are only trying to attempt to breathe like a normal person does - when they’re not crying.
“sweetie, it’s okay, let it out. we can stay here for as long as you like.” damn it.
for once, you felt the weight of it all leave you temporarily. from the sweet cadence of his voice, to the ever-present warmth of his arms around you, or maybe it’s his chest? you’re way in your head to even comprehend this constant heat source this hunk of a man provides, it almost makes you jealous from all the negative emotions washing over sheer cold to your body.
“today just-“, you begin but the combination of crying and breathing doesn’t really fare well to a person this exhausted, it takes a lot to gain your composure back, enough to speak without constantly trying to inhale all the air present in the ecosystem of sylus’ home.
though, for however long you take, he only holds you with poise and care. it sends you over the moon, almost making you forget the entire reason for this state you ended up in.
sylus doesn’t press on, he only waits and continues to observe you, his dear.
“sy, i- my parents…”, the despair in your voice easily sends the message across to him.
oh. It’s one of those fights.
you explain to him, all in one breathe, how your parents have been constantly picking fights and asking you to visit them more all the while trying to gaslight you from the terrible upbringing, solely for the fact that they had begotten you.
sylus listens. he understands. truly. through all the times you have made your way to his place, somewhere he knows you regard him as a safe space to not only unwind from work, but temporary let go of the forced nature of your relationship with your parents and your terrible connection with them. he has picked up on it, in the hushed tones of turning down your mother’s incessant calls or the texts you read and never reply from your father.
he understands in the way, that perhaps you have chosen him the same way he has chosen you. no commitment to either, but a mutual regard for the feelings that foster between the both of you. be it of admiration or something more deep, he is yet to figure.
he continues to look at you with worry-struck eyes and moves his hand, carefully over your cheek. his fingers caress your face. reverently, he moves his thumb to help wipe a tear almost about to fall. you continue to tell him all about the concluding assumptions your mom is forming to blame you for not visiting your childhood home. for not caring about them, for not thinking of them.
“apparently, i am selfish and i am over in my head ,” you confess and nudge your face into the warmth he holds you with.
sylus’ expressions twists drastically as the words fall into realisation. “sweetie,” is that really what you think? “you are the most wonderful and thoughtful person i have ever laid my eyes on.”
how does one, pray tell, ever talk that harshly to a person this precious and soft-spoken. sylus racks up his brain on multiple instances of you, trying to find something -anything, that would prove true to the conjecture you just presented him. he somehow did not even need to think to long to involuntary answer, “and no,” sylus moves his hands from your face to hold your hands wrapped across your knees. he gently, as if devout, brings to hold your hands within his and simultaneously turns to face you completely.
“they could not know better. they have never known you.” he waits, for any shift in your eyes, you try and let his words echo into your mind. to your aid, he intertwines your fingers with his and squeezes, with a more deeper look in his eyes, that he usually has when you show up to his place unannounced. “you are the things you do all around, for not only me, but even those you know may not give back. you are the strongest person i have ever known, and you give and you give again but sometimes it is okay to let it go” sylus says this all in one breath, akin to a confession.
“you are more than your parents’ ‘absent child’,” he stops, taken aback by his own pause but continues before he can even retract the next words, “you are more to me.”
well. that really helped you snap out of the constant spiral of your parent’s hurtful words echoing.
you sit with the feeling. his words. the hands. the closeness of your bodies. his warmth and those goddamn eyes of his. the sylus you usually see is not here, you think. this is something more; the most unguarded yet effortless look he adorns right now is one to remember.
“i’m sorry but kitten, I really won’t let you doubt yourself like this. especially by the words of people who don’t know any better, or you.” sylus’ voice drops when he finishes his sentence, as if, pained to set this request between the two of you.
for once, though this situation was one of many, you thank your impulse for bringing you to the one place your heart know it would be allowed to express.
“sy,” you finally hold your head up to match his gaze and hold it for a second too long. enough to gauge that he was indeed looking and feeling the same tenderness your heart experienced from his sudden confession.
“thank you.”
you continue with a clear throat, “they just called me out of nowhere again, and i did not have it in me to ignore them and it’s just- it’s been long overdue. i cannot be listening to their doubts for so so long now.” you express yourself boldly to him.
sylus picks up on your effort too.
“you never have to think twice about this. don’t worry, atleast not with me”, his fingers gently reach out to your chin as he notices your flickering gaze to his lips. he waits. for you to finish what you started, he only holds the back of your neck and the other, your face which has most positively turned into the warmest thing on this planet.
you lightly push against his chest while engulfing his neck with a loop of your arms. you take sylus into a searing kiss to convey what words couldn’t. especially with this mental exhaustion.
he smiles softly into the kiss and presses for a more dizzying locking of lips. the both of you, move heads lightly to accommodate the utter force that was put into this exchange. after a while, you part and rest your forehead lightly on his. sylus locks eyes with you and giggles. actually fucking giggles.
you return the absolutely adorable expression to which he comments, “kitten, you should fight more, if it means we get to kiss like this.”
“HEY!”, you shift and smack his forehead, to which he engulfs you into another big hug.
“just a thought, but i truly meant what all i said,” he meets your wandering eyes, “you are everything and more, i actually plan on telling you all about it. that is, if you’ll have me?”, sincere in his confession, he still manages to make your heart soar. you pretend to think animatedly.
“hm, i’ll really have to think about it first you know”, you laugh as he lets out a long held sigh.
the nervousness he harboured from not being able to distinguish your closeness from admiration or something more, that has finally bloomed into this shared affection. sylus takes you in, all in your tear-streaked face and tired glory, and proceeds to nuzzle himself into your neck.
“are you sure you don’t project when you call me kitten?”,
for someone who calls you kitten so incessantly, sylus for sure acts like one too.
[Sylus + Daughter ★ 800 words ★ Masterlist ★ Birdie Masterlist ★ AO3]
Sylus calls home.
A/N: I had meant to post this… back in November 2025 oops <3
When she was very little, just a toddler, Sylus’ daughter hated when he would leave for a long time.
She had received a plushie made in his likeness. Her mother made it specially for her to make up for her father’s occasional absences.
For a while, the young toddler was happy. Most nights, she curled up in bed with her dino and crow plushies, but when Sylus was gone, she would reach for her special plushie, holding it a bit tighter than normal, as if unconsciously, she was also afraid this plushie would leave her.
She took care of the plushie very well, changing his clothes, brushing his teeth, and combing his hair. She made sure he was ready for bedtime, and when she was in bed, she sang softly the same lullaby her father would always sing to her.
For a while, she was happy enough with this replacement, but in just a few short years, it became apparent the little girl was unhappy again, hating whenever her father was away on business.
Sylus hated knowing his absence hurt her the most, but there were businesses to attend to, and dangerous places where he would never let her come to.
For a while, the guilt stayed, wanting to fester, but then one day, Sylus realized he could present her with a new companion of sort. Too big for a plushie it seemed, but perhaps something more fitting for her age could appease the girl instead.
It was his first trip away since he had presented his daughter with a toy he had designed and built. When he made the first video call home, his daughter was already on the screen excitedly showing him a little red device.
“Daddy, look! You’re singing right now!”
Sylus chuckled, his eyes gleaming with joy seeing his little girl happily showing him her little toy.
“Daddy?”
“What is it, my little birdie?”
“Can we do more upgrades on this when you come home?”
Sylus smirked. “Upgrades? Like what?”
“Can Daddy sing more songs?”
Sylus paused.
“He only sings me the lullaby…”
“I thought you liked that lullaby.”
“I’m not a baby anymore—”
Unseen in his controlled expression, there was a brief flicker of hurt, but he smiled in spite of the pain, understanding his daughter’s meaning despite her clumsy word choices.
“I want to hear Daddy sing—”
She rattled off numerous current popular songs, her excitement taking over, and Sylus could do nothing but watched her through the screen with his own tender expression, feeling that bittersweet knot tightening inside as it seemed to suddenly occur to him that she was no longer the little baby he remembered bringing home from the hospital. No longer the little toddler who searched for him down long hallways or scratched at his door calling for him.
“Can you make him say ‘I miss you,’ too?”
Sylus broke out of his spell, hearing the underlying sadness in his little girl’s voice. He smiled gently in response, speaking softly to her, voice full of warmth and tenderness, it only made his daughter missed him even more. “I miss you, too. And I love you, my little birdie.”
Sylus’ expression changed to concern when his daughter dropped her toy, and rubbed at her eyes with little fists, her quiet sniffling pierced him straight through the heart with a sharp sting.
“I miss you so much, Daddy,” she sobbed suddenly.
Sylus smiled again, his expression tinged with sadness. “I will be home in just a few days,” he said, attempting to comfort her in spite of feeling so much helplessness by the distance between them both. He continued with a playful teasing in his tone to lighten the mood, “You’ll have to teach me those songs so I can record them first. And you’ll also have to help me with the upgrades.”
His daughter started to smile again at his words. She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, and sniffled softly as she tried to compose herself once more.
“And you will have to help me with my boxing again,” she reminded him, “And make cupcakes with me, and eat crepe cakes, and there is a new movie at the theater—”
Sylus chuckled and shook his head in astonishment. “That is quite a to-do list you are already giving me, baby.”
The girl pouted, her annoyed expression reminiscent of her mother’s, much to Sylus’ great delight. Upon Sylus’ next comment, the frown disappeared entirely, replaced by her brilliantly radiant smile, the sight always a treasure he wanted to greedily stow away to keep and cherish.
For always, since before she came into his life, Sylus knew he would be hers until his very last breath.
summary: in which you forget to tell the lads boys that you love them.
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb
notes: suggestive comments so MDNI / NSFW, xavier is pathetic again, zayne is kinda evil (lovingly), rafayel is stupid, sylus is lovely, caleb is strange…no explicit mentions of gender (!!!), a few suggestive comments but that’s it (i think)
p.s. i’m like genuinely knocking tf out whenever i hit post so if something is grammatically incorrect or i accidentally post my entire life on here…look away until i wake up maybe!
a/n: this is kinda bad i’m SORRY…i’m sleep-posting this i’m so tired…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
⟢ a/n: just a lil something since valko is coming and sylus probably knows him and is not his bestie
The sound of your curious hum has Sylus’ ears perking up in interest.
“What is it?” he asks in a low murmur, peering at you over the top of his reading glasses. There’s a novel caught in his grasp - The Count of Monte Cristo, one of his favourites. He watches you pause at the foot of the bed, engrossed in your phone, using two fingers to zoom in and out of something on the screen. You tilt your head to the side, scrutinising the image, and hum again.
“Sylus?”
His lip twitches, tempted to tease you about not hearing him. “Yes, sweetie?”
“What do you know about EonCore Tech?”
Sylus’ eyebrows arch up with intrigue. He sets his book down in his lap and removes his glasses, red eyes smouldering as you glance up at him.
“Are you asking as a Hunter or as my girlfriend?” You pat his legs, signalling for him to make room before you take a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Hunter,” you admit. “I’ve been assigned to investigate the incident from last week.”
“Ah, the terrifying beast that was skulking around Linkon,” he smirks. “Are EonCore related to it?”
“The creature was last spotted by their building and they have state of the art surveillance tech. I was going to ask if I could borrow footage for the investigation but I can’t seem to get through to anyone.”
“Well,” Sylus says, pulling you onto the bed by the hand so that you’re curled into his side. His arm wraps around your waist, holding you snugly. “That makes sense. They’re awfully secretive.”
“So you do know them?”
Sylus lets out a hearty chuckle. “You could say we’ve crossed paths.”
“Stop being cryptic,” you whine, smacking his chest. He feigns benign hurt with a soft hiss, frowning at you.
“Ouch.”
“Sylus.”
“Alright, alright. What do you need to know?”
“Their CEO.” Jumping straight to business, as always. He expects nothing less from his favourite Hunter. You turn your phone to show him the picture you were looking at before. Sylus’ lips curl with barely concealed distaste. “Do you know him?”
“We’ve met,” he says simply. “Is that what you were looking at so closely before?”
You pause at his tone, sitting up a little to eye him carefully. To the ordinary eye, Sylus’s face is devoid of emotion, but you know him far more intimately than anyone else. He may look bored, but you can see the annoyance spelled out on his forehead in red ink. “Yeah…” you say, trailing off. And then you add, “He’s kinda hot.”
Sylus scoffs, rolling his eyes. “He looks like he lost all his hair in a disagreement with his barber.”
“You don’t like the undercut?” you say, squinting at the picture again. “I think it’s kinda cute. He looks like one of those brooding businessmen. Guess I must have a type, huh?”
The teasing sparkle in your eyes makes him roll his, before plucking your phone out of your hands and tossing it aside. “He and I are not the same ‘type’, thank you.”
“Then what type of person is he?” you press as you reach over him to retrieve your phone.
“He’s barely a person,” he mutters darkly, but you don’t hear him, too concerned with reopening your notes. “He’s an all bark, all bite sort of man, let’s say.”
“What do you mean?” you ask, already tapping away.
“It means you don’t need to go and see him alone.”
You let out a laugh at his over the top reaction. “He’s a CEO, he can’t be that scary.” He gives you a pointed look and you lean back and stare at him like his grown another head, features scrunched in irritation. “You don’t think I’m capable of dealing with him?”
“The two of you would clash horribly, kitten, believe me,” he says in a serious tone. “His kind are… abrasive. You’re not incapable, he’s just unpredictable.”
“His kind? Sylus, I’m literally dating the guy that conquered the N109 Zone. I think I’ll be fine,” you remind him. It makes him warm a little whenever you refer to him that way because around you, he is most definitely nothing like that version of himself. “If I can handle you, I’m sure I can handle a single meeting with him.”
Pinching the bridge of his noise, Sylus sighs heavily. You truly are as stubborn as they come. It’s both a blessing and a curse. “Fine. But I have one condition.”
“Yes, yes, Mephie can follow me,” you say, waving him off as you add a few more notes to your case.
“No,” he drawls. “I’ll be coming with you.”
“Wha- Sylus, come on!” It’s rare that he insists upon accompanying you, usually doing so from the shadows without interfering, more for protection and peace of mind than anything else. But this is not the same. You know he means to be there at your side the whole time. “It’s just a meeting!”
“All the more reason for me to accompany you,” he shrugs, picking up his book and finding where he left off.
“That makes no sense,” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. “I fight Wanderers every other day but a meeting is where you draw the line?”
“It makes plenty of sense,” he says, popping his glasses back on. “Besides, I have business of my own with him to attend to. Two birds, no?”
You deflate a little at that. “Oh. What business is that?”
“Oh, I just need to send a little message that he can’t ignore.”
“Right…” Realisation dawns on your face as you watch his jaw flex, and your face cracks in a wide, cheeky smile. “Is this cos I said he was hot?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he says, licking a finger and flipping the page aggressively.
“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re jealous,” you coo, poking his cheek. “You think the big bad CEO is gonna steal your girl?”
Sylus catches your hand in his and meets your gaze, his eyes burning like the belly of a volcano over the top of his glasses. “No,” he says softly, kissing the tips of your fingers without blinking. He huffs out an amused breath, and something about it feels sinister. “What a laughable notion.”
Your breath flutters in your throat, heat prickling in your cheeks from the intensity in his stare. “Then, what?” you ask breathlessly.
“You’ll see,” he murmurs. “Age-old instincts are rather difficult to ignore, after all.”
synopsis: something about sylus has been getting a rise out of you. maybe it's the thickness of his arms, or the slop of his nose-- perhaps even the timber of his voice. whatever it is, you're determined to hone those feelings down. that is until you realize perhaps sylus is equally as into you.
cw: nsfw, fem!reader, reader is called "miss hunter" once, boxing, typical sylus ragebaiting (flirting), use of a corset at one point, way too much sexual tension, andrew and nero mention, oral (f!receiving), fingering, nipple play, riding, piv, unprotected sex, insecure (?) reader, sylus maybe has a heel fetish... very vague tho
aexias talking: if you saw this posted a few days ago NO YOU DID NOT !!!! OKAY? my queue fucked up but we move. anyways this has been in the drafts WAYYYY before xiayuriz soo... she's old. anyways enjoy !! <3
You can't pinpoint exactly when it began. You started staring at him longer, yearning for his touch. The feeling gnaws at your insides, eyes glued onto his frame. In a way, you feeling like a giddy school crush having a crush on someone you shouldn't. Sylus's presence is magnetic in a manner that is suffocating. The need to chew at his fingers, sink your teeth into his biceps and forearms— Oh, that is your favourite feature on him.
His arms. Large and beefy, comfortable to rest on. You've felt them around your back, squeezing your head into his chest while protecting you.
Currently, you're seated on a bench in his indoor gym. You watch as Sylus's bandages knuckles bombard the punching bag, the sound echoing through the gym. His arms tremble with force, hair swaying with every punch. The melodic thuds, the sweat dripping down his back and nape.
You might be going crazy.
Maybe you've always felt this way about him. Attracted to him carnally. He's handsome, no doubt. His sharp features, large hands and arms. He's a head taller than you, not to mention his voice.
Sylus's shoes squeak, forcing you out of your thoughts. He reaches down for a white towel that rests on a stool near him. His red, bandaged hands are loosened as he reaches for the bottle. Sylus takes a quick glance in your direction, raising a brow when he catches you staring and flustered.
"Are you alright, Miss Hunter?" Concern evident in his voice before it forms into something akin to amusement. As if he knows something you don't. You swear, his left eye glimmers for a moment. But you're imagining things.
Definitely.
You clear your throat as you stand, adjusting your shorts. You scrape the sides of your sneakers on the concrete flooring before smiling up at Sylus.
"All good here! Done with your warm up? I'm ready to get this over with." You roll your wrist, cracking your neck. Sylus chuckles, striding towards the boxing ring in the centre of the room. His fingers run through his sweaty bangs before crouching under the rope. He forces himself through, the rope giving way under his weight. Sylus reaches out a hand,
"Come on now, sweetie. Get a move on." You grab onto his hand, letting him hoist you into the ring. Your fingers linger on his. "If you were any slower, I'd think you're scared you can't beat me." He chuckles, pushing your buttons. He's talented at that, riling you up until you can't think properly. You shoot Sylus a glare, eliciting another laugh from him. It's hearty, a deep rumble in his chest.
Your feet bounce against the flooring, stumbling softly. Sylus snorts, perching his hands on your hips from behind. He dips his head down, hair swaying softly before flashing you a knowing look.
"Careful, there, kitten." Sylus purrs in your ear, lips brushing against the curve of your neck. "We wouldn't want you to injure yourself before we begin, right?" His breath coats your skin, cheeks flushing. His hard chest presses against the back of your head. Your breath hitches in your throat, fingers looped around his wrist.
You pray he can't hear your accelerating heart rate.
You would love to know what makes Sylus the way he is. How he acquired all the skills he has. For one, you would love to understand why and how he knows how to tie a corset. The look on his face makes your stomach churn. That funky feeling returning, butterflies whirling around. The hot flashes that bounce between your ears and cheeks are terrifying. Despite your jitteriness, Sylus's hands stalk up from behind you. His fingers loop around the strings.
With one hand, you scoop your hair to the side, letting his fingers trail down your waist once more. If he notices the goosebumps his touch leaves in its wake, he doesn't mention it. Sylus twirls the strings between his fingers before leaning down to whisper in your ear,
"You should hold onto the mirror if you need to do so." You shake your head, gulping the saliva that pools under your tongue. Your hands settle at your ribs, thrumming against the brace. Sylus gently tugs on the strings, watching the corset cinch in on your waist. The vinyl Sylus has set in the background for the last hour reaches its crescendo.
Sylus's reflection catches your attention. His glasses perched low on his nose, eyes focused on your waist. His gaze is intense, brows furrowed. His eyes flicker to your reflection, swirling with amusement.
"Something wrong, kitten?" Sylus murmurs, a safety pin caught between his teeth causing his canines to lightly flash you. Your eyes widen slightly, glimmering in the low light. Your hands tremble, feeling too exposed under his gaze. Sure, you're covered, but something about his piercing gaze makes you feel as though you're caught under his thumb. You can't move nor breathe.
You feel as though he wouldn't let you go until he is satiated.
Your voice is caught in your throat when Sylus pulls the strings taunt, glaring at him through the mirror. Sylus chuckles, shaking his head. The butterflies grow more wild, rummaging around your organs. Sylus doesn't press you any further, pulling on the strings more. Unable to take any more of this, you lean forward to hold onto the mirror, nails clutching onto the sides.
You inhale sharply, letting out a soft noise of pain. Sylus halts, but his eyes are on your expression. Lips parted, cheeks flushed. Beautiful, he thinks. Sylus praises you heavily, constantly. Oftentimes, you think he's a suck up, vying for your attention. However, seeing his expression right now as you're bent over, clutching onto the mirror, you think it may be genuine.
Desire and adoration float around his jewel-like eyes as they narrow, almost salaciously. It's lewd, intimate in the way he gazes down at your body. His glasses glimmer in the low light, eyes darting between your breasts and bent over back. He ties the string, knotting it into a bow. Despite the corset being tied, his hand remains on your waist. Your gaze is glued to his, your cheeks ripe. You stare at one another, a silent battle to see who is willing to break the boundaries of your very, completely platonic relationship.
He watches arduously. He doesn't miss that way your body trembles under his hands, or how your breath quickens when his hand comes to cup the underside of your corset. He presses it, applying pressure to the area pushing up your breasts. His free hand pushes you upright, pressing your ass into his front. Sylus's hand travels from your chest to your throat, wrapping around such a dangerous place. His thumb finds your pressure point, feeling your pulse ram against it.
He bunches up the skirt in one hand, slow and deliberate. He gives you every chance to back out, to show even the slightest whisper of hesitation. But there isn't. He tips your head back, your hair brushing against his chest. You part your lips, tuning out the music that fills the rooms. Sylus's thumb brushes against your bottom lip, smearing your lipstick.
The pigment transfers onto his thumb, teasing you. He watches you, allowing his breath to fan over your skin. He lies in wait, observing you. Will you make the first move? Just as you're about to press your lips against his, a sharp knock is heard at the door. Both your heads turn to the large, wooden doors. You separate instantaneously, bodies far apart from one another.
"Mister Sylus? Is everything alright? Do you need any assistance?" An attending from the other side of the door asks, knuckles loud against the wood. As Sylus crosses the room to open the door, you fumble with your earrings. Your heart almost lurches out your chest cavity, eyes wide with panic.
What the fuck was that?!
Somewhere along the way, you've understood that Sylus has caught onto your attraction. And perhaps since the very beginning, his attraction for you has been intertwined with every word he speaks.
The feeling is terrifyingly so, mutual.
You cannot ignore it no matter how much you try to run from it, avoid his eyes. You cannot push it deep down inside of you and act as if it does not exist.
Especially not when Sylus continuous to drag the tip of his shoe up the length of your exposed calves, nudging your knees apart under the table. He sits across from you, multiple of your friends and co-workers surrounding the two of you.
In his defense, he tried to sit beside you, make the entire experience less awkward. However, Nero and Andrew were adamant on getting to know Sylus better.
Well— "Skye" better.
The loud music in the club is deafening. You can feel the base in the soles of your heels. So loud in fact, you cannot tune into the conversation the men are having. It unsettles you slightly, being unable to hear Sylus nor touch him despite him being in arm's length.
It feels like you are being subjected to the cruelest form of torture: Being forced to sit and observe quietly.
However, everyone is tipsy by now. Borderline drunk on the expensive champagne Sylus has insisted on ordering for the table. You have not drunken a drop of alcohol, intent of being sober.
You need to keep yourself in check— Keep Sylus in check. You kick under Sylus's shoe, but his foot does not budge from your parted knees. He gives you a stare— One you are all too familiar with.
They're almost a challenge, as if he is beckoning you to do something. He lives on your reactions, constantly poking and prodding to find your weak points so he can exploit them.
You peel your eyes away from him, opting to watch your friends on the dance floor. They're making fools of themselves, yet you don't have to heart to tear them away when they're so obviously having fun. You smile as you sip on your drink.
Eventually, Andrew and Nero leave to go join the girls, leaving only you and Sylus at the table. Sylus takes the initiative to sit beside you in the booth.
The leather-backed seats screech as Sylus slides across them. His shoulders so broad, he blocks the view of your friends. Subsequently, their view of you.
You finally look at the man, his gaze locked onto your face. You're not drunk, nor tipsy in the slightest, yet you feel your body heating up. Sylus inches closer, arm resting on the seat behind you. He does not push, he watches and observes.
That only serves to make you antsy.
Being watched, being observed by Sylus. If you didn't know him any better, you would think he's using that pretty aether core in his eye to pluck out your every desire. But you know Sylus— He wouldn't do such a thing.
Not when you're so vulnerable, melting under his gaze. He values your autonomy, always wanting to see what you will do.
"Kitten." Sylus purrs, his fingers toying with the edges of your skirt. He gently kisses your exposed shoulder. You can audibly hear the contact of his lips to your shoulder— skin on skin. You shiver, a red dust making its way to the tips of your ears. Your nails dig into your palms, making fists on your lap.
Again, Sylus does not push. He only stays consistent with the pressure. He makes his presence known— His desire. Yet, he does not suffocate you with it. You have every chance to push him away, remind him to not touch you so familiarly.
Yet, you don't.
Sylus does not need his aether core to understand that you desire him as deeply he as he does you.
"You look beautiful." He whispers into your ear, watching you curl under his pressure. You're losing your composure, unable to fight against your own desires. Reluctantly, you turn to look at Sylus.
His eyes swirl with a softness that is a completely juxtaposition to his demeanor. A warmth that offers room for you to explore your feelings. You shift your body towards his, letting his arm fall from the seat to coil around your waist.
"Thank you." You say. You let him into your space, shoulder brushing against his button-up shirt. You decide to take the first step this time, tired of cowering around him.
"Should we get out of here?" You try to sound confident, but your voice slightly trembles with unease. Sylus is your rock, taking your hand to kiss your knuckles. A soft reassurance.
"if you wish to." He says so matter of fact you gain some confidence. You nod, letting him guide you out the booth. Sylus waves down Andrew who is helping a drunk Nero back to the table. Andrew replies with a tight smile.
With that, you and Sylus leave hand-in hand.
By the time you arrive to your apartment, you're drunk on the tension. You refuse to hold back any longer. With your legs around his hips, Sylus presses you against the wall. His foot kicks close your door, hands discarding your clothes.
"I want you." You say between breaths. The kiss is sloppy, too eager for his lips against yours. The two of you stumble into the bedroom leaving a trail of clothing. Sylus leaves you in your heels.
He gently twirls you, letting you fall onto your stomach. The mattress bounces with your weight, but soon stops once Sylus presses his knee by your legs. He kisses down your bare spine, using his teeth to unhook your bra.
You let him kiss down your spine, biting the plush of your hips. You kick out at him, but his hand grabs your ankle. You grumble, melting under his lips. He leaves his print on your tailbone, using his teeth to pull of your panties.
They dangle by your knees, letting Sylus stroke your skin. Your ticklish, sensitive under his finger pads. His lips attach to your neck, sucking blotches onto your skin. He enjoys the feeling of your under his palms. Compared to him, you're soft and twitchy.
With his elbow supporting him, Sylus's hand pushes under your body to cup your breast. He uses the sides of his fingers to tweak your nipple, his free hand sliding under your hipbone.
Sylus is intentional with every touch, focused on the little breathes you intakes with your face pressed into the mattress.
"Does this feel good, sweetie? Is this what you wanted from me?" Sylus questions, his lips flush to your ear. You don't have the heart to answer, far too entranced in his touch. It's addictive, leaving sparks all along the expanse of your body.
With him being so attentive and fragile with your feelings, you feel as though you can swim further. Push past the boundaries that the fear of undesirability has constrained you in.
You shuffle, wanting to turn onto your back. Sylus gives you space to shift, but he's quick to slot himself between your thighs. They rest loosely around his hips. He comes down to kiss you.
You show yourself more to him, more honestly. You guide his hands where you want them. One thrillingly pressed against your exposed chest and one at your navel. You let him do the work, entrusting your pleasure with him.
There's no way of escaping his pleasure, his love. Sylus kisses down the column of your throat, between your breasts, before reaching your navel.
He peeks up between his lashes, finding any hesitation. There is none, so he continues his endeavor. His lips kiss down your thighs, finding the warm spot between your legs. You're pulsing with heat and need. Sylus can feel it on his tongue, lapping at your slit.
It's amazing, hands dragging down your body to tug at his strands. You look down at him, finding his jewel eyes staring at you. It gives him a new profound ability to breathe. As if guided by gravity itself, his tongue presses into your entrance, your heels dangling off his shoulders.
He takes you high and low, round and round with only just his tongue. You're overflowing, pressing a palms to the back of his head. You silently instruct him to be more forceful, and he does just that.
His large arms coil around your thighs, his face buried into your sex. His nose bumps at your clit, feeling your grind into his mouth.
It's like he's devouring you from the inside, his tongue curling and prodding at your sweet spot. It blinds you momentarily. The rush of pleasure makes you feel like underwater, drowning in Sylus's touch.
He can hear it too. Your moans grow more free, louder. Your hips move with inhibition, chasing after his touch. As if you want this moment to never end, keep it going until the end of time.
Sylus has no interest in other things, keen on making you feel so good that you will abandon all rational thought.
"Sylus," You call out to him, your back arching into a cruel bow. Your hands claw at the sheets, but Sylus is intent on guiding you through it all.
He's all you can feel, wrapped around you so tightly it almost hurts. The more he drinks you in, the dizzier you feel. From head to toe, it's as if you're paralyzed. All of your senses are frozen on this moment's temperature.
Sylus strings you so high, you fear for the fall. Tears brim at your eyes, you blubber with your fingers wound into his strands. He doesn't deteriorate his momentum. If anything, it grows more intense.
Under his hands and tongue, you tremble delicately. When you reach your peak, you feel so cold for a moment. That only makes it more ecstatic though. Especially when Sylus's tongue guides you through it all, hands grasping your hips to grind your clit onto his nose.
You keep swimming in his pleasure. It's a thrilling tension. One that Sylus is able to ease. Gently, he guides you back to the world, kissing up your body until he reaches your lips.
"Sweetie." He murmurs, watching as you blink back into consciousness. His smiles fondly, hands cupping your face. Your eyes hone in on his expression, fondled with his attention.
You make your move. You push him onto his back, enveloping him. Sylus allows you to explore, letting your palms understand and remember the sensation of his body. The unfamiliarity of his body makes you shake with excitement.
As your hand brushes over his chest, he groans beneath you. Hands clench at your hips, but that only serves to inflame the desire that has yet to be quenched in your core.
"Greedy." Sylus remarks, noticing how intense your gaze is. He allows you to gawk and explore him, hands dragging down his navel. You blink, feeling the sheer weight of him as your palm presses against the tent in his pants.
"I didn't expect that you would like me this much, Sylus." You say, eyes glued to his crotch when you feel his cock throb under your palm. He hisses above you, yet makes no movement to stop you.
"Why wouldn't I? I have always desired you, kitten." He speaks earnestly, his eyes glowing in the darkness of your bedroom. You nod, letting his words envelope you.
"I desire you to an extent that words cannot properly convey it." He stammers, your hand reaching into his pants. Your hand is barely able to circle around his length, mouth watering at the realization.
"I think about you every day. There is no one I am as truly interested in as I am you." Sylus lets a chuckle slip at your expression. His hand cups your cheek, guiding you back to his lips. You happily bend, pressing your lips firmly against his.
His tongue dips between your lips, gliding against yours. Your hand guides his length between your thighs, grinding your sex over his. Sylus moans into your mouth, a free hand kneading your chest. His rough palm against your pebbled nipple, it drives you crazy.
"Come here, baby." Sylus rasps, gently pushing into you. Your thighs are soaked with his saliva and your slick, making it easy for him to press into you. There are no boundaries between your body, Sylus flows into you.
The two of you roll your hips into each other, wanting to take your time. He's gentle with his touches, gingerly pleasuring you from the inside and out.
"So needy, are you? Have you been wanting this for long, sweetie?" You're sure he knows the answer, but you want to confess. It's been weighing on you for so long.
"Yes." You press a hand to your chest, while the other digs crescents into his shoulder. You roll your hips especially strong, breasts softly bouncing near his face. "It feels as though I've wanted this forever." You confess against Sylus's lips.
He happily accepts you, arms winding around your back and hips. He sits up, making it easier to thrust into you. Eagerly, you bounce on him. You want him to feel the emotions that he has invoked in you.
Being with Sylus feels like you're able to breathe, be as greedy as your soul demands. You guide each other up and down, rolling into each other. The entire time, your mouth is pressed against his, tongues dancing freely.
It's overwhelming and that feeling of drowning as slowly returned. Your lungs beg for air, yet you're addicted to the suffocation of Sylus's love.
Your clit grinds into his pelvis, a blossoming pressure builds in your stomach slowly. Eventually, your moans and movement become desperate and sloppy. You need him so bad it hurts.
You let a choked sob slip out, stuffed full of him. Sylus coos, letting you hide into his neck as he takes control. His hands grasp your hips, grinding you on his lap while he meets you with his thrusts.
"I can't—" You let out a breathy moan, groaning at the sheet size of him. Your sex flutters around him, pulsing. Waves of pleasure assault your senses, making it almost impossible to hear.
Your jaw slackens, but you manage to bite down onto Sylus's shoulder. He hisses above you, nails digging into your hips. As if your bodies have become one, you fall together. The knot that builds your stomach and in Sylus's spine explodes, seamlessly flowing in.
A wave of air enters your lungs as you swim with your pleasure for longer. The two of you sit there in the waves of your climaxes, panting and wiping the sweat off your foreheads.
"So beautiful." Sylus presses kisses into your cheeks, lapping away at any stray tears that fall. He flips you onto your back, letting your curl into his mass. His large arms curl around you, tucking you right into his side.
He reaches down to throw your heels off, letting them land somewhere near your dresser. He then pulls the covers over your bodies, feeling you shuffle around to find a comfortable spot. He presses a kiss to your temple, hearing you grimace.
"You're sweaty." You mumble, but there's no bite in his voice. Sylus chuckles, fluffing your hair before letting his own eyes flutter shut.
"You're the one that stares when I sweat, sweetie."
Summary: You're an independent woman working as a lawyer that is stuck in the capitalistic grind to support your son - Arthur the black cat and your reading addiction but quite content with her life. What happens when you run into Sylus with his charm in a chance encounter that is dead set on courting you. Or, in other words, what happens when an unstoppable force (Sylus) meets an immovable object (Non-MC)?
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The bright sun and the sand between your toes were exactly what you needed. Working as an executive meant that you could take vacation at a time that was actually convenient for you and it would not be wrong to say that you exploited it as much as you can. So, that is why you were currently in Spain enjoying the sun and sipping your cocktail without a care in the world. But being executive also meant that you stay on top of whats happening in the company and especially your department even when you’re on vacation and thats why you’re thankful to Elijah for giving you a quick summary of important happenings everyday to your personal phone because of course you left your work phone with him.
Not only did that let you disconnect from work but also from Sylus which you felt was important. You were 36 and you could not afford to make foolish choices like you were 26. Its been a week and you would be lying if you didn’t think about him occasionally but the frequency has been reducing since day 1 and you’re confident that by the end of next when your vacation ends you would have snapped back to your old self.
With that confidence, you went back to all your planned activities and all the fun workshops you had signed yourself up for.
Two weeks of sun and no work really did wonders to your mood and motivation to get back to work. You were at work pretty early despite it being Monday and noticed that Elijah had yet to arrive. So, you just opened your laptop and went through all the emails and messages that you missed and checked your schedule to see if you had any meetings that day.
By the time you were responding to the third email, Elijah walked into your office and placed your work phone on your desk.
“Did you have fun without me here?” You asked with a smile as you grabbed the bottle of Rioja Wine you had got for him as a thank you.
“Oh yea absolutely. It was so much fun being buried in paperwork and getting threats of losing my job.” He responded with snark that was not rare for him.
“Sorry threats of what? Who the fuck had the audacity to do that?” You could not think of a single person in this company that would do that. Everyone knew how competent Elijah was and how much you trusted and relied on him. They couldn't be that stupid, can they?
“Your rich boyfriend.”
Sylus?
“First of all, he is not my boyfriend. But what in the world prompted him to make such threats? He’s just an investor.” You were progressively getting madder the more you think about it. Who does he think he is?
“He texted and called multiple times before I told him you’re on vacation and threatened me when I refused to tell me where you were.”
Oh.
“Thank you, Elijah. You should not have had to deal with him and I’m sorry you had to go through that. I will take care of this. Here, I got this Spanish wine for you and from what you’ve just told me, seems like you deserve one more of this.” You handed him the neatly wrapped package.
“How about a raise instead of the second bottle?” He asked shamelessly as he inspected the bottle.
“I will definitely consider this during appraisal.” You promised him as he left your office.
Once the door closed behind you, you called Sylus right away.
“I’m surprised you’re calling me for the first ever time.” Sylus answered the call in two rings despite his tone indicating that he was probably asleep.
“Did you threaten my assistant? For doing his job?” You cut to the chase right away, not in the mood for pleasantries.
“I was just using persuasive motivation to get some information out of him. He is fiercely loyal to you. You should keep him close.” You could hear rustling sounds from the other end and refused to create a mental visual for yourself. You cannot let all the efforts from the last two weeks go to waste.
“Gee thanks for your stamp of approval. I desperately needed it." You snarked. "Regardless, what gives you the right to threaten my assistant?” You didn’t need him to tell you about Elijah. You had been working with him for the last four years and you knew more than anyone about his affiliations and work ethic.
“He refused to give me what I needed.” He stated simply and that just made you even more angry.
“Welcome to the real world. You don’t always get what you want. You can’t expect everyone to just hand everything to you just because you act like a petulant child.”
“I can sense that you are mad.” He stated, his voice taking a more cautious tone.
“Mad doesn’t even try to cover what I’m feeling right now.” You had to take a few deep breaths to prevent yourself from saying something you would regret. “I am definitely not happy with what you did and I hope you can take this as a learning opportunity to improve.”
“Why are you taking to me like I’m your intern?”
“Because I can’t talk to you like you’re my friend because you’re not my friend.” You knew that was harsh but you were also really anger despite your calming techniques.
Sylus didn’t say anything and you might have thought that he hung up on you if not for the breathing sounds you were able to hear. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not the one you need to apologise to.” You were curt but you were also finally drawing a boundary with him after pretending to try for so long.
“I will apologise to him as well.” Was all Sylus said before he hung up.
You could sense that he was mad or at the least disappointed but it was done. Setting your phone aside, you went back to your work and entered the routine of answering emails and attending meetings that could have been emails.
It was some time after noon when Elijah came back to your room with a bunch of documents that needed your signature.
“What did you do?” Elijah asked making himself comfortable on one of the chairs across from you.
“What do you mean?” You had no idea what he was talking about and were looking at him really confused.
“Your rich boyfriend, I mean. He apologised.”
“He did?” You knew that Sylus was a man of his word but you didn’t actually think that he would apologise to Elijah.
“Yea and offered me money. But I refused it.” He said trying to look nonchalant.
“Why?” You were curious because coming from someone like Sylus, it had to be a lot of money.
“Well, there was a chance he would hold that against me and legally that might look like trouble that I would very much like to avoid. I’d rather take gift vouchers or an all expenses paid vacation for two to Crete.”
“So, you took the vacation instead of acting like a scammer.” You stated with a smile.
“Of course, I did. But the question is what did you do?” He asked leaning forward, his elbows on the desk. He almost like one of those comical villains but you’d keep that to yourself (for now).
“I just told him in strict terms that what he did was unacceptable.” You informed him with a shrug.
“Seems like you were really hard on him seeing how he hasn’t texted you all day.”
“How do you even know that?”
“You haven’t looked at your phone all this while and smiled or giggled like a fool.” He back up having the wherewithal to know that would piss you off.
“I do neither of that. I am a grown woman. Now get back to work and make sure the draft contract for the construction project is on my table by this evening.” You scolded him with no bite and went back to your laptop.
With Elijah pointing it out, you took your work phone out and noticed that Sylus had indeed not texted you even once since the phone call. Tamping down on whatever feeling was threatening to surface, you placed your phone back on the farthest corner of the table and decided to go about your day.
—
Two days after that call, you were now in Caleb and McKenzie’s living room playing with your goddaughter, trying to make her giggle. She was only one year old and you were already smitten and determined to earn the title of being her favourite aunt and for that, you were not below playing dirty. That was why this one year old who had barely started walking was surrounded by more toys than she could handle.
“You’re going to spoil her rotten with all these toys. She’s going to think auntie will just get her anything if mama and papa say no.” McKenzie scolded you as she sat on one of the massage chairs looking at the both of you.
“Please, with Caleb as her father she’s already spoiled. Also of course, auntie will get her anything she wants. She’s an angel and deserves the whole world.” You said cooing at the sweet girl that was munching on her fish shaped teething toy like it was actual fish.
“That is probably the only thing the two of see eye to eye on.” Caleb agreed as he handed McKenzie a mug of warm tea and kissed her forehead.
“Kids really are miracles huh?” You remarked, placing a soft kiss on the baby’s chubby cheeks that was starting to give you cuteness aggression.
“What did you do?” McKenzie suddenly asked without any preamble.
“What did I do?” You asked, looking confused, not knowing what she was getting at.
“You don’t suddenly decide to spend your whole evening with Celine without warning. So, whats’ up?” McKenzie explained looking very much like her detective self.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just missed this sweet angel and wanted to see her.” You feign obliviousness because she was right. But you were not yet ready to talk about it. Or so you thought because five minutes later, you were telling them all about what happened with Sylus and how he hasn’t texted you since that call.
“Wow, I keep thinking you’ve reached a level of stupidity and you keep disproving me.” Caleb commented, earning himself a plushie to his face.
“So you’re disappointed he’s not texting you after you told him you’re not friends?” McKenzie always got straight to the point and despite how the words were so blunt, it still felt like a sharp knife to your heart.
“I am not disappointed. Just wondering?”
“So you’re not just an idiot but an idiot in denial.” Caleb stated and you decided then that one of these days, you were going to cause him bodily harm in a way it doesn’t get traced back to you.
“Do you like him?” McKenzie asked, giving you a sharp look that said she already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from your mouth.
“I barely even know the man.” You stated, pointedly not looking at her hugging baby Celine like she was the only one grounding you.
“Do you want to like him?” This time, she sounded softer as if trying to soften the blow.
“I don’t know. Its all fucked up in here.” You said with a sign, pointing to your head.
“Don’t swear in front of my daughter.” Caleb scolded you but thankfully didn’t try to take her away from you.
“Sorry. I just- I genuinely don’t know. He has been nothing but nice to me but lets be honest his background is a little intimidating and not to mention he’s like a decade younger than me. Just the thought of dating him makes me feel like a cradle robber.”
“Please, you don’t know about half the domestic violence cases I’ve had to deal with. Those men are the real cradle robbers with more than 25 years in age gap. 10 years is absolutely nothing in comparison.” McKenzie said in an attempt to reassure but you’re not sure if it had the intended effect.
“You cannot make a choice on his behalf. Besides, you don’t even know if that’s what he wants.” She continued acting as the sane voice of reason.
“And what do I do if that's what he wants?” You asked, still not looking at her.
“Sounds to me like you want him to want that.” Caleb interjected and his voice made it clear that he was trying to help and not be a bitch (for once).
“And if that's what he wants, I know you’ll figure it out without jumping to assumptions and conclusions.” McKenzie said without letting you answer Caleb.
“You have much more faith in me than I do.” You chuckled, finally looking at the pair.
“Well, you tend to underestimate yourself and we are just here to remind you that you’re not a total idiot.” McKenzie replied.
“Well, the last part is debatable.” Caleb said with shrug, breaking the emotional atmosphere in the room for which a part of you is glad. But you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t chuck a toy truck at him.
“Alright, enough fighting. Caleb made dinner so lets all go eat.” McKenzie announced walking you all to the dining room.
You were feeling a bit better after this conversation but at the same time you didn’t think you had it in you to face Sylus or initiate the first contact with him. You figured you would enjoy the good food and the company for now and worry about this later.
—
It was Friday evening and you were more than ready to go home and take a warm bath to wash away the stress of this week and relax during the weekend. But as if you had earned the wrath of the gods, Elijah walked into your office like a harbinger to let you know that you had a last minute client meeting to get to. In a rush to make sure you made it to the restaurant on time, he didn’t even give you the full details of the client.
Praying and hoping to god that you remember all the necessary details about your clients, you walked into the restaurant to your secluded table only to notice that the said client was none other than Sylus.
Before you could just turn back around and flee the scene, he noticed you and also noticed that you noticed him. Well, there goes your grand escape plan.
“Hi.” You said, sounding very awkwardly as you sat down across from him.
Sylus looked at you for a few seconds and went back to looking at the menu with just a nod. In this moment, he looked very much like the investor Sylus that you heard a lot of stories about from your boss and colleagues from the other departments. You could not find any trace of the playful Sylus that you had a glimpse into for all those weeks.
Taking a deep breath, you decided to cut into the awkward air by being honest and straightforward. “Sylus, I’m sorry.”
“And what is it that are you sorry for?” He asked, still refusing to look at you.
“For what I said that day over the phone. I was harsh and should not have said things I didn’t mean, no matter how angry I was.” You paused for a few seconds but he still refused to react to your words. So, you continued,“I do consider you one of my friends. I understand that you don’t want to talk to me and I’ll respect that but you need to say it.”
“What made you think that?” Sylus asked, finally looking at you.
“Well, I was a bitch to you even though my reasons were valid and then I refused to apologise to you until now even though I could tell that you were upset at what I said.”
“Is that your threshold for ending friendships?” Sylus looked halfway between amused and offended.
“Just for the clingy ones.” You tried joking, hoping it would lighten the mood and you were able to breath a sign of relief when you saw him crack a smile.
“Well, now that you’ve apologised, how do you plan on making it up to me?” Sylus asked, leaning forward with his signature smirk.
“Well, dinner is on me of course. What else are you expecting?”
“I’m glad you asked. You can do two things to make it up to me.” The proud smirk he was donning as if he had achieved something great immediately clued you into one of the things he was going to ask. “Your personal number and hanging out for drinks that are not an apology.”
“That’s doable.” You nodded confidently with a smile. You knew that if he accepted your apology that you would have to give him your personal number and he had been asking for it for quite some time anyway. If that was all it took to earn it forgiveness, you would do that.
“Then we have a deal.” He extended his hand to shake on it, which you reciprocated happily.
The two of you spent the evening, having a nice meal and the conversation flowed easily between the two of you just like always. You talked about everything and nothing with topics ranging from how your week was to the things people do in meetings and board rooms that give you the ick.
True to your word, you paid for the dinner and bid each other farewell as you both walked to your respective cars.
As you got into your car, you decided to text the culprit of the evening letting him know that he can kiss his raise goodbye for the trick he pulled. Not waiting for a response, you went home to take the long awaited bath and cuddle your cutie Artie.
LADS!Dad SMAU Edition (bc me and my bestie had been having fun creating texts with our own LI's)
-Featuring: Dad!Sylus
Dad!Zayne Here | Dad!Rafayel Here
note: this is also based on a Dad!Sylus AU, but this time it is a short one-shot that you can read here (again, it is not necessary to read it, but if you're curious about it you can check it out and make me happy interacting with it ^^)
Please don't copy or repost without my permission :)
