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[moonlitbeth]

the most sylus thing ever is yearning for his wife while being at gunpoint

[painfullypatientsecret]

I had a vision

[studiosuni]

cw jealousy, exhibitionism, sloppy makeouts, handjob 🍋‍🟩 disclaimer this is a tweaked repost from my old account :-)

"You're staring, kitten."

Sylus drags out the pet name, hands settling on the supple flesh of your exposed hip as he chuckles. You're currently glaring daggers at the group of bidders a few tables away who are blatantly eye-fucking your husband. They whisper in low tones to one another, bedroom eyes making you see red, and you clench your fists.

"Don't care," you mutter, finally tearing your scrutinizing look away to see a much more welcome shade of crimson in the form of Sylus' mirthful gaze. "They were staring first."

He chuckles, the sound deep from his chest sending little rumbles of heat through you. "And pray, do tell, why should my wife be so concerned with such flies on the wall?"

You bare your teeth in a scowl as one of them gnaws on her bottom lip, practically undressing Sylus with her hooded ogle. What infuriates you isn't the fact that there are women having wet dreams about your husband; no, what makes you livid is their shameless attitude towards you.

You, who purposefully is keeping the hand with your glittering crystal ring directed towards them. You, who has Sylus' undivided attention and satin lips against the shell of your ear. You, who makes eye contact that they ardently ignore.

Sylus lets his searing, calloused hands roam the expanse of your hips, exploring lower and lower until both palms cup the flush of your ass. He doesn't take his eyes off of you—not once. The deliberate action takes some fire burning in the clench of your fists and moves it to the pit of your stomach.

"Sweetie," he murmurs. "If their prying eyes bother you so much, why don't you just give them something else to look at?"

Swiveling your head, the glint of your fangs turn into something dangerous, something reverent. Your glossy lips arch in a smile as you languidly throw your arms around his neck, watching the heavy gold chain he sports glitter in the auction room's candlelight.

"You'd do that for me?" Comes your candied ask, fluttering your eyelashes up at him.

He gropes your cheeks through the velvet dress you chose for tonight, massaging them with the utmost care. When Sylus leans down, mouth skimming yours, it takes a great deal of control for you to not capture his lips in a bite right then and there.

"Kitten, I'd do anything for you. All you have to do is ask."

Humming in fake thought, your hand travels to rest at the side of his neck, thumb digging just slightly into his pulse point.

"Kiss me, then?" You grin.

It begins as a peace treaty; your lips press chastely to his, tasting the red wine he had been sipping just minutes before. Soon, though, he reveals his true intentions, nipping at the plump of your lip and smirking when you give a tiny mewl.

That's when the real battle starts.

The world around you disappears—all you know now is the greed of Sylus' tongue, swapping messy spit while your teeth clash every so often in a war of dominance. His hands find a steady rhythm of rocking you against his thigh, the glorious friction doing numbers on your puffy clit, occasionally giving your hips a grounding squeeze.

"Is this what you wanted, sweetie?" He purrs through a particularly sloppy kiss, reveling in the gasp you let out. "To stake your claim in such a way?"

He allows you to take the lead as an answer to his question, crowding his space until he's left pinned against the edge of the table you're standing at. You only break when you hear an offending gasp.

The group of buyers are slack-jawed, eyes boring holes into you and your husband's fused bodies. To this, you merely smear the red lip product that's now marked the edges of Sylus' mouth, your own lips feigning a sullen, woeful pout.

"Oh, dear," you sigh dramatically. "Sylus, love, your face is all ruined. Perhaps we should go get you… cleaned up."

"Perhaps we should," he rumbles, offering his arm and making no move to wipe the glistening stains off his skin.

You flash a chesire smile at the group of ladies when you walk past, eyes simmering with heat, and they all avert their gazes with troubled stares. Too bad for them, you suppose.

The car door barely has a chance to slam shut before your husband pounces, lurching your body against the leather with a wrecked, ravenous laugh. His broad shoulders span the hollow space between the cushioned driver's seat and the backseat car cushions, swarming your personal space and leaving no room for any other thoughts but him.

"That was a nasty trick you played back there, kitten," Sylus teases, his body lingering over yours but scorching you with his heat all the same. "Those poor, poor women. They must be so embarrassed, hm?"

Your hands find the chain hanging around his neck, giving a light tug—Sylus, though, responds as if you had just yanked it, face brushing near yours within mere nanoseconds. One of his hands splays along the skin under your now hiked-up dress, the other bracing himself against the interior car door.

And you can feel him against your core: firm and promising, smudges of pre seeping into his black pants, dampening the insides of your thighs. Images of his red hot, swollen cock fill your brain, and you itch to see the real thing. Feel the real thing.

"S-sylus," you urge with a moan, fingers hurriedly working the buckle of his belt. "Wan' you. Now."

He gives a responsive hum, laving at your earlobe when he leans down close, dick twitching in your hands once you release him from the restraints of his boxers. It jumps when you wrap your fingers around his thick base, a guttural groan leaving the depths of his throat while he throbs, pretty and crimson at the tip as another glob of precum leaks from his slit.

"S'big." You pump his cock with vigorous strokes. "Want you so bad, Syl. So fucking bad."

This time, instead of a hum, he gives a ragged, trembling breath, catching your wrist with the hand that had been inching towards your lacy panties. "Patience, kitten."

He presses a lazy, unhurried kiss to the inside of your wrist, flashing you a devilishly handsome grin.

"No need to rush. You already have me."

[cherryscript]

18+

dilf!sylus teaches you how to suck his cock.

Sylus has you kneeling right there on the plush, obscenely expensive rug he insisted on buying just so your pretty knees wouldn’t bruise. The kind of rug that costs more than most people’s rent, but all you can focus on is the heavy, velvet heat of him resting against your tongue.

His thumb drags slow and deliberate across your swollen lower lip, stretching it wider around the thick girth currently stuffing your mouth. Crimson eyes half-lidded, he watches you with that lazy, predatory amusement that makes your insides twist.

“Easy, kitten,” he murmurs, voice like dark honey, low and rough around the edges. “We’ve got all night. No need to rush and choke yourself on me… yet.”

You can’t help it. The moment the words leave him you hum—long and needy—vibrating right down the length of his cock. The sound punches a sharp “fuck” out of him. . .his head tips back for one glorious second, throat working, before those burning eyes snap right back down to you.

Large hand cups the nape of your neck, not cruel, but firm. Inevitable.

“I know you can handle more,” he coaxes, thumb stroking the corner of your stretched mouth. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you? Always so eager to please.”

The praise sinks into your bones like liquor. You relax your throat on instinct, letting him guide you forward inch by devastating inch. He’s so thick it feels obscene—your jaw aches in the best way, saliva pooling helplessly at the corners of your lips. Every slide forward fills your senses until there’s nothing left but him: the musky scent of arousal, the salt on your tongue, the relentless pulse against the roof of your mouth.

You gag—soft, involuntary—and he immediately eases you back, thumb wiping drool from your chin with almost tender care.

“Careful, sweetie,” he chuckles, dark and fond. “Don’t want to ruin that pretty little mouth.”

Your eyes are glassy, half-lidded with lust, cheeks flushed and wet. You whine—high and desperate—and dig your nails into the meat of his thighs, anchoring yourself before you sink down again. This time you don’t stop. You force yourself to the base, nose brushing coarse silver hair, throat fluttering around him like you’re trying to pull him even deeper.

Your eyes roll back. Your cunt clenches hard around nothing, slick dripping down your thighs.

Sylus’s composure finally cracks.

A guttural groan tears from his chest. His fingers fist in your hair—not guiding anymore, just holding on like you’re the only thing tethering him to earth. His hips jerk once, helpless, before he reins himself in with visible effort.

“Fuck… sweetheart,” he pants, voice wrecked. Long fingers tremble where they card through your hair, petting, praising even as his cock throbs against your fluttering throat. “You’re gonna be the goddamn death of me.”

A/N: irl i hate older men but dilf!sylus? —yes daddy.

© CHERRYSCRIPT 2026— don't copy translate feed my work to ai

[redshirtreads]

ohh my god

[calebsfavoriteusedthong]

ACCIDENTAL (Sylus)

A Protocore sends you and Sylus three years into the future, where you end up crammed in a closet learning things you were never meant to know.🩷🩷

Caleb's part here Xavier's part here

CW: Smut. P in V. Oral. 🔞MDNI🔞

You were not thinking about it. You were not staring at your ceiling thinking about the N109 Zone or the man who ran it. That was not what was happening. What was happening was that you were resting. Quietly. In your own apartment, which you had every right to be in, doing absolutely nothing that involved Sylus in any way whatsoever.

Work had filled most of your time this week. Back to back missions, three cases that bled into each other, a Thursday briefing that ate the entire day. The Association had kept you moving and moving was good. Moving meant you weren't sitting still long enough to think about things you should not be thinking about.

The problem was tonight there was nothing to move toward.

You'd slowed down. Today's mission had seen to that —a clean operation until it wasn't, until you'd caught the edge of something you'd moved a second too late to avoid and ended up limping through the debrief trying to look unbothered. The Association medic had looked at your leg, told you to rest it, and now you were on your couch. Leg up. Thinking.

You'd worked with Sylus enough times to understand how your arrangement functioned, he had access to things the Association didn't and in exchange you'd give him information he found useful. You showed up. He had what you needed. You left. Repeat.

That part made sense.

What didn't was the rest of it. The part where two weeks of silence felt different now. He was the most wanted name on the Association's list and you were a Deepspace Hunter. The math on that was simple.

So no, you did not miss Sylus.

Your leg throbbed. You shifted your weight and stared at the ceiling again, trying to have an internal conversation about professional conduct and the importance of clear boundaries and then your phone lit up.

You grabbed it so fast you nearly put your elbow through the side table.

Sylus: I heard your mission went sideways. How's the leg?

You: How did you...you know what. Never mind.

Sylus: Mephisto was nearby.

You: You sent your bird to check on me?

Sylus: Mephisto goes where he likes.

You: 🙄🙄

Sylus: He said you were limping.

You: Tell Mephisto to mind his own business.

Sylus: He'll be devastated.

You: Good.

Sylus: I have something that might interest you. Have you ever seen a white Protocore?

You: White Protocores don't exist. Whatever you have is a fake.

Sylus: The seller pulled it from an anomalous Wanderer outside the N109 zone.

You sat with that for a moment.

Sylus: Come see it yourself. You'll want to.

The color alone was impossible by every known framework for protocore classification. Which meant either the seller was running an extremely convincing con, or something had come out of that wanderer that nobody had a category for yet.

Your feet were already on the floor.

You: Don't let anyone touch it. Give me 20 min.

Sylus: No need to rush, kitten. Look out your window.

You crossed the room in four steps and pulled the curtain back an inch.

Black car at the curb. No-parking sign directly above it, ignored completely. Sylus leaned against the driver's side door looking up at exactly the moment you looked down.

He raised his phone.

Sylus: Five minutes. Or I decide the leg is worse than you're letting on and leave.

You let the curtain fall.

"Not a chance," you said, to nobody.

You changed fast —jeans, jacket, hair up, sidearm checked —and ran down the stairs in a time your leg was going to remind you about tomorrow. The night air outside hit you cool and sharp.

Sylus hadn't moved from the car. He looked at you coming through the door, down the steps toward him and said nothing until you were close enough to hear.

"You ran down the stairs?"

"I want to see that Protocore."

"Of course." His mouth curved and there it was, the look that sat underneath the smirk, the one you'd filed away and kept finding again. "That's the only reason."

"It is"

"Then why are you still standing here instead of getting in the car."

You pulled the passenger door open yourself before he could do it, which seemed to amuse him. The interior smelled like expensive leather and him.

He slid in beside you, started the engine— the sound of it vibrating through the seat— and pulled away from the curb without looking at the road for the first two seconds because he was still looking at you.

"My people investigated as much as they could." He shifted gears, smooth and unhurried. "Which is why I need someone who knows what a forgery looks like at that level."

"But you also have people for that"

"I have people for a lot of things." He glanced over. Red eyes catching the streetlight for just a second. "None of them are you."

You looked out the window " Is that a compliment?"

"I didn't say it was."

The N109 Zone came up around you, neon and dark in equal measure, a place that operated on entirely different rules than Linkon City. You'd been here more times than your Association file strictly reflected. You knew the streets. You knew the hierarchy. You knew which doors opened for which names. All thanks to the man sitting in the driver's seat.

You had no idea what a white Protocore was. You had no idea what tonight was going to become but you had a feeling you were about to find out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

His office, you knew this place better than your own.

The reinforced doors. The security overrides, which ones were decoys and which ones actually mattered. The hidden safes, three of them, one behind a painting ugly enough to be forgettable on purpose. You'd learned all of it slowly, standing close enough and quiet enough that he forgot you were paying attention.

The White Protocore sat inside a glass tube at the center of his desk, and you hadn't moved in two minutes.

It looked like the others at first. Same crystalline structure, same geometry. But every other Protocore carried color, blue, gold, pink, red, green and purple. This one just a faint pulse, soft milky light spilling across the dark wood. Strange and uncategorizable.

Sylus wasn't looking at the protocore, he was watching you. His eyes were tracing the curve of your jaw, the focus on your expression. In his world of cutthroat deals and rare power, you were his white protocore.

The back of your neck went warm but you kept your eyes on the protocore.

"Can I touch it?"

A low sound from his chest. Not quite a laugh. "I don't recall ever saying no to you, sweetie."

His fingers worked the glass tube open and lifted the protocore into his palm.

You reached for it.

Your fingers brushed his skin and the protocore sat between your hands for a single second and then —

No warning. Just white light swallowing the desk and the dark walls. Then the wind hit, not from outside but from inside the protocore, like a vacuum pulling in with a force that emptied your lungs before you could inhale. The sound of it was scary, like space tearing apart. The air collapsed into that small white light in your hands, the floor dropped away and you were falling without falling.

The first thing that came back was pressure.

Arms locked across your chest and shoulders, tight enough your ribs couldn't move. Something solid at your back. You tried to breathe. Couldn't. Tried again.

"Sy" Barely a whisper. "Can't— brea—"

His arms dropped instantly.

He was on his feet before you inhaled, one fluid motion, hand going to his gun, eyes sweeping the room. No targets. His hand dropped, but his shoulders stayed coiled, still reading the space.

You sat up. Pulled air in slowly until your chest stopped aching.

"Where are we?"

He didn't answer. Still looking.

You looked too.

Dark wood, heavy draping, expensive things chosen for use as much as looks. It felt like his place at first glance.

In the corner was a record player, vinyl turning silently, needle down, producing nothing. Beside it a bookshelf climbed straight to the ceiling, a ladder running the whole length on a track.

On the low table in front of the couch sat two glasses of wine. One half empty. Whoever had been drinking had stepped away expecting to come right back.

You stood slowly.

Sylus had crossed to the far side of the room. His head was angled down at something on the shelf.

You crossed after him, boots loud on the floor.

"Sylus."

He didn't turn.

You came up beside him, followed his eyeline, and stopped.

A photograph. You in your Hunter uniform with a different insignia of a rank you didn't hold yet, holding a trophy. Your smile in the photo was wide open and unguarded, a version of happy you didn't wear on your face very often.

There was a small engraved plaque at the bottom of the frame.

Hunter of the Year — November 2051.

You picked up a magazine beside it.

Your face on the cover. Same uniform, same trophy, same smile. Hunter of the Year in bold letters across the top. Small print in the corner, neat and impossible.

November 2051.

You set it down carefully.

Behind you, Sylus had already moved to the mahogany desk near the windows. Papers shifted. Folders opened and closed. His hands stayed busy and his face gave nothing.

"Sylus." You kept your voice steady. "Look at me."

He didn't.

You crossed to the desk and placedd your hand flat over the document he was holding.

"Three years," he was staring at nothing in particular, whatever was running behind his eyes not making it to his face.

You looked at the half empty glass. The record player still turning in silence. A coat hanging by the door.

"Sylus."

"I see it."

"That's your coat."

"This is one of my safehouses"

"Since when do you keep pictures of the Association Hunters? Last I checked you called us glorified errand runners."

A slow smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth "I've got a taste for beautiful art, sweetie, and maybe I like having a permanent reminder of my favorite headache."

"I'm not your—"

"Someone's coming." his eyes sharpened, hand closing around your wrist.

"Who—"

"This way." He was already pulling you toward a closet.

He yanked the door open expecting to see his weapons.

There were no rifles or guns, just stacked piles of the same magazine you saw earlier, floor to ceiling, your face on every cover, hundreds of them.

"Do you also collect magazines?" you asked, fighting to keep your voice down as he shoved you into the tiny space and squeezed in after you, pulling the door shut. "This is a lot of me for one closet"

"If you keep talking you're going to get us both caught."

You bit down on a laugh and then it died in your throat completely.

The door clicked open and Sylus stepped into the room.

You gasped, turning on instinct to check whether he had somehow warped himself out there with his Evol, but he hadn't moved an inch.

Future Sylus's hair was a mess, like he'd run his hands over it more than once, and a bit longer than you were used to. His shirt was wrinkled, streaked faintly with mud, stretched tight across shoulders that looked broader than the ones currently pressed beside you in the dark. There was more color in his face too, like time had put some weather on him. He paced the length of the room like a caged animal, fists clenching and releasing at his sides. He stopped mid stride, head turning like he'd caught a sound in the room, inside Sylus's hand shot out, closing around your wrist as one finger came up to his lips, a silent order to stay quiet.

Then the door opened again, and future you walked in.

She looked pissed. Shirt torn at the shoulder, soot and dirt ground into the fabric, but her eyes were lit up with anger.

She was you, there was no doubt about that, but she was different. There was more color to her face too and her body was softer in some places, sturdier in others.

"You had no right, Sylus!" She slammed the door behind her "I can still fight! I had that under control!"

"You almost got killed" Sylus didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to. Whatever was in his tone was cold enough to make the room feel smaller.

"That's a fucking lie and you know it!" She crossed the space between them fast, jabbing a finger into his chest. "I'm not some damsel for you to decide when I fight and when I don't!"

Beside you Sylus dipped his head, lips grazing the shell of your ear. "Different year. Same feisty kitten." His breath felt warm against your neck.

"Shut up, Sylus. Shut up" you hissed, elbowing him in the ribs. He huffed out a quiet laugh like you'd done him a favor.

Outside, the fight kept climbing.

"You think you can pull me off a fight and take me wherever you want?" her voice bounced off the ceiling. "I'm a Hunter, Sylus. I'm not joining Onychinus. Not now, not ever, no matter how many times you bring it up."

"You've made that perfectly clear."

"It's my job, Sy"

"Not anymore, it isn't."

"You don't get to make that call for me!"

He didn't answer with words. He started walking her back instead, one slow step for every one she gave up without notice, until her spine hit the ladder bolted to the bookshelf.

She was out of room. He planted a hand on either side of her head against the wooden rungs, boxing her in.

"Are you sure about that, sweetie?" Not a question so much as a challenge.

"We don't even know ye— get out of my space!"

"Make me."

Their faces were a breath apart now, close enough that the argument had stopped sounding like an argument. Through the door you felt the air on the other side change, something thick and charged, like the silence that comes right before either a fight or something worse. Your face went hot just watching it, the line between the two of them hating each other and wanting each other collapsing.

"I hate you"

"Good," he murmured so close to her lips. "You can hate me all you want, Mrs. Qin. You're still wearing my ring."

He closed the distance, hand curling around the back of her neck, and kissed her like it was the only thing he had left to say.

Beside you Sylus went completely still.

Future you made a sound against his lips that started as surprise and turned into a moan, her hands coming up to grip his shirt before she dropped them and grabbed him instead.

You turned to look at Sylus, his eyes dropped to yours and a slow smile moved across his mouth and your stomach went with it.

His shirt hit the floor first, hers followed.

Future Sylus lifted her off the floor and settled her onto a rung of the ladder. She grabbed the rung above her head to steady herself and he stepped back just far enough to look at her, taking his time with it while she sat there catching her breath.

Then he reached for her boots.

He pulled the first one off, fingers working the laces without looking down, eyes on her face the whole time. The second followed. He set his hands on her knees and dragged them up her thighs and she made a small sound before he'd even done anything.

His mouth found her collarbone. Moved down. The thin lace of her bra was still on and he put his lips over it anyway, tongue pressing through the fabric against her nipple, and her head went back against the ladder. He bit down through the fabric, and the sound she made was immediate.

You pressed your hand to your mouth.

He did it again on the other side, slower, and her knuckles went white on the rung above her while her hips moved forward looking for something that wasn't there yet.

He kissed down her sternum. The soft skin below her ribs. His mouth dragged across her stomach and she was already breathing in pieces by the time his hands moved to her pants. He worked them down her legs and off, then dropped to his knees.

You made a small sound against your hand.

He was now on his knees between her thighs, hands finding the backs of them, hooking her legs one at a time over his shoulders. The muscles in his arms and neck shifted with the motion and he settled her weight there easily, like he'd done it before. Because in three years he had. Many times. You could tell by how she exhaled when her legs landed on his shoulders— relief. Her whole body recognizing what was coming.

He looked up at her.

Hands spread across her inner thighs, holding them open, red eyes on her face, waiting.

She looked down at him.

Her chest was moving fast. Her lip caught between her teeth. She held his gaze for one long second and then, quietly, barely enough to hear—

"Please."

His fingers found her thong and pulled it to the side.

One hand went to his hair, pulling him in, the other stayed above her head. Her nipples were hard against the wet lace.

Every sound came through clearly. His mouth on her wet pussy. Her breathing. Your face burned. Other things burned. You pressed your thighs together and it didn't help because the sounds didn't stop.

You turned to look at him again.

His right eye burned red in the dark closet. His chest rose and fell in a rhythm that wasn't steady.

"Sy—"

"Don't stop." Future you's voice came through the door, breathless. "Fuck, Sy...just like that."

Your face went hotter and you faced forward again.

Sylus exhaled against your hair. His hand was still on your wrist. Neither of you had moved it.

He made a sound against her and the sounds that followed were louder and wetter.

Your fingers found the front of his jacket and held on.

"Is this affecting you?" he asked, right against your ear.

"Shut up."

Then her voice again, completely gone, nothing held back. "Yes — baby, my clit, suck on it — fuck yes—"

His hand tightened on your wrist. Hard.

"Sylus." Your voice came out dry. Broken in the middle. Not what you'd intended at all.

"I know," he said.

Future you screamed his name. The closet pressed in from all sides.

"We need to leave"

"Yes," he agreed, but neither of you moved.

Her thighs locked around his shoulders and shook. He stayed until the last tremor left her. Then he stood, chest glistening, and his hands dropped to the button of his trousers.

Popped it open. Pushed the fabric down his thighs.

The outline of his cock through the fabric of his underwear made your throat close. The tip already wet, a dark circle spreading through the cotton, and his fingers found the waistband—

A large hand came down over your eyes.

"Hey—" You grabbed his wrist. His fingers didn't move.

"If you want a show," his voice low at your ear, "you only have to ask."

"Move your hand." You twisted your head. His palm stayed exactly where it was.

Dark behind it.

Then the sounds hit again.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

Skin against skin. Her voice breaking between each impact, the sounds coming in waves that your brain immediately started filling in visuals for and that was so much worse than if he'd just let you look.

"You're burning up," he said against your ear, not in concern but in pure mockery.

Your thighs pressed together hard. "I swear to god—"

His fingers spread open.

She was still on the ladder. Legs locked around his waist, both of them flushed, sweat catching the light. He had one hand on her hair, holding her close to his face, their mouths almost touching, breathing the same air while his hips rolled forward in deep slow drives that shook her whole body. He was saying something to her, too low to carry, but whatever it was kept fracturing her expression every time he said it.

Then his voice came through clearly.

"Look at me." Steady, even over everything else. "Tell me who you belong to."

Her tongue dragged across his upper lip. "Yours—" Her head dropped back. "Ah— yours, Sy, I'm yours—"

Your underwear felt damp and your clit was pulsing with a persistence you were doing your very best to ignore.

"Do you really think," Sylus whispered against your temple, "it takes us three whole years to get here?"

"I don't—"

Future Sylus pulled back, his tongue dragged slow up her throat while she panted against his shoulder. "You taste different today."

"Because you're—" she gasped, "—you're driving me insane—"

"That's not it." He pushed forward, one deep thrust that tore a cry out of her "You shouldn't be taking field hits right now." A beat. "Not when you're carrying my child."

The closet went cold.

Your jaw dropped. Hers did too.

Pregnant.

The argument. Him yanking her off the mission. All of it clicked into place at once. She was carrying his baby. In three years, you'd be carrying his kid.

Your knees went out from under you.

Your foot caught on something hard as you stumbled back. A stack of magazines toppled with the movement, and everything blurred, sound, vision, all of it going soft at the edges.

"—watch—"

Crimson light cracked through the dark. Sylus's Evol flared, and every falling magazine froze mid air.

The energy didn't stay contained. It rolled out through the closet door and everything on the other side went dead silent.

The sounds stopped. All of them. What replaced the noise had weight to it.

Sylus's eyes were locked on the door. Jaw tight. Not a muscle moving.

"Pathetic," future Sylus said, clear, not a trace of what he'd been doing thirty seconds earlier, "a top tier Hunter and the leader of Onychinus, hiding like toddlers playing hide and seek."

Your stomach dropped straight through the floor.

"Sylus?" Future you, breathless, confused. "Who are you talking—"

"I know you're in there." He sounded almost bored. "You're both breathing like horny teenagers."

Beside you, Sylus exhaled through his nose and reached out to push the door open. "I could say the same"

He stepped out first, glanced down at his sleeve, and flicked off a piece of lint that probably wasn't there. Then he reached back, hooked an arm around your waist, and pulled you out with him. You stumbled onto the polished floor, face burning hot enough to set the room on fire.

Future Sylus had future you pulled against him, her bra strap slipping off one shoulder, hair a wreck, and she was staring between the two of you with her mouth hanging open.

"Is that—" Her eyes went from you to the Sylus standing next to you and back again. "Are we— are they—"

Sylus looked at his future self. Future Sylus looked right back.

Three seconds of silence passed between them, and somehow it felt like an entire conversation.

"You look good," Sylus said.

"And you are interrupting," future Sylus said, arm tightening around future you.

You stopped watching the two of them and scanned the room instead.

There. The White Protocore, sitting beside the wine bottle, pulsing soft in the low light.

You moved before anyone could stop you, crossed the room, and closed your hand around it.

Sylus was right behind you. His hand landed over yours, the stone was caught between your palms again, warm and humming under your skin. He tossed one last glance over his shoulder at his future self and smirked.

White swallowed everything. The floor vanished, and then thud.

The familiar light of his office in the N109 Zone.

You were flat on your back, staring at the ceiling, just breathing.

The Protocore rolled out of your hand and knocked against the leg of his desk before it dissolved into dust.

Sylus sat up, forearm braced on a raised knee, and looked down at you, smirk already back in place. His gaze dropped to your mouth, your throat, the way your chest was still heaving.

"So," he said, leaning over you with one hand braced on the floor beside your head. "A baby."

You threw an arm over your face. "I will shoot you again."

"I'm just thinking ahead." His fingers found a strand of your hair "Sounds like we've got a lot of work to do in the next three years, Miss hunter."

Next?

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[mwphisto]

“You don’t think you can take it?” (major 18+ w/lots of overstimulation and meanie Sy)

You should have kept your mouth shut, should have never opened it in the first place to try and beg him to ease up. Now, you're squirming, nails digging into his skin anywhere you can reach as you try so desperately to keep your weight off his dick. You don’t think you can take it…

"Seven... nooo, maybe eight orgasms from my cock alone, and you're tapping out?" He settles back into the armchair, eyes peering over your shoulder as he catches the debauched sight of the two of you in the mirror he used his evol to prop before you. "S-sylus..."

You can barely stand to look at your own reflection, all flushed and spread out. Not a single space hidden.

Trembling as you struggle to support your weight, the fat head of his cock spearing your poor abused entrance open but not quite slipping in. "Sylus...?" he mocks you, tone pitched and airy, hands resting on the expensive leather of the chair's arm rests. Watching, waiting for you to give out and collapse on his cock for a ninth time tonight.

He doesn’t move to support your body in anyway, only letting you writhe and convulse on top of him however you can manage. “I won’t move until you’re seated, remember?” You can only grit your teeth, muscles straining and limbs trembling as tears glitter across your vision. At this rate, you're going to do more damage by giving out.

“You’re… such a fucking…” you can feel your grip slipping, feet threatening to slide off the chair. You shift, planting your feet on his muscular thighs “…asshole!” The sight in the mirror before you should be humiliating, squatting over his cock like this. Your back pressing firmly to his front, the amount of heat accumulating isn’t helping your stability.

Yet you find yourself clenching, overwhelmed and overstimulated but aching for more.

“I thought you said you could do this better yourself? You told me to ease up, didn’t you?” Through the mirror, you held Sylus’ gaze. Anger flaring in your chest at the smugness shining back at you. You always mumbled nonsense when he fucked you, and he knew that.

But, without fail, every single time, he always took it at face value. Just to see you squirm, of course. "Fuck off." You whine, head tossing back into his shoulder and turning into his neck despite your irrational anger, giving up with a gruff hiss as you drop down on his length unceremoniously.

The movement wasn't entirely sudden, but just enough that it made Sylus gasp, hands flying to your hips as you settled yourself on his equally as overstimulated cock. Really, he should be the one watching his tone with you, given he still hasn't cum. Not once.

"You are suck a prick, Sylus."

I hope this makes sense and is fun and whatnot… I’m so tired and sunburnt and I had so much fun playing mermaids today lmfao 🤣

[humanjarvis]

when sylus has a long night, you know you'll have a long day.

when he returns from hours of annoyances, cleaning up and pulling on his black velvet robe, he doesn’t slink into bed like usual, trying his best not to disturb you despite the thrill he gets when you’re cranky. instead, he wakes you without remorse, gathers your weakly protesting form in his arms, and carries you to his favorite armchair—the one that overlooks the bustling nightscape from the balcony.

and once he sinks into the seat, sylus holds you captive. 

his kisses linger all over. they torture you with long, wet, scandalous sounds, amplified when he sometimes drags his hot, rough tongue against your softer skin.

through it all, he’s grunting his pleasure, huffing your scent the way he longed to earlier. he’s anchoring you to his lap, holding you over his bulge, suppressing your squirms in every direction. his skin is so warm—too warm—and your body quickly follows suit. 

“can i move, sylus?” you whine into his ear.

he ignores you, much too entranced with your body. 

“sylus.”

a soft growl leaves him as he comes up for air—now is not the time for talking.

“why,” he whispers, pressing a slow kiss to your temple, “would you want to do that? are you not enjoying the sunrise as much as i am?” 

“it hurts.” you gesture shyly between your legs, ghosting over your tingling clit. “and you’re not doing anything to make it better—just making it worse,” you slur, still disoriented from ruined sleep. “it’s uncomfy.” 

you feel his chuckle more than hear it—hot, heavy pants setting your nerves aflame. “uncomfy, hm?”

“yes. it’s too much.” to prove your point, you try to wriggle away. arms lock around your waist like iron. 

“ask me nicely.”

“please. i’ll stay here. just wanna get comfy.”

he tilts your head up to kiss you deeply, his broad, built chest heaving against yours. “go ahead, sweetie. get as comfy as you want. but while you do, know that i’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

[zaynezone]

STRESS RELIEF (ft. Zayne, Sylus, & Valko)

synopsis: The only way to relieve stress is with them pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader, Valko x f!reader content: oral (m!receiving with Zayne, fem!receiving with Sylus), dry humping (with Valko)

Zayne

Sometimes you really worried for Zayne's blood pressure.

Most days, he came home exhausted. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it was the days were he trudged into the door like this that worried you.

His jaw is clenched, brows still knit like he's replaying an argument over in his head. The anger is his eyes softens when he sees you curled on the couch but it isn't erased completely. Luckily for him, you know exactly what he needs.

"Just like that..." Zayne sighs the moment your tongue swirls around his tip, watching him throw his head back in pleasure. His hand at the back of your neck tightens as you take him deeper.

You've blown Zayne enough times to know exactly how he likes it. And you know him enough to know what he really needs right now.

When you finally reach the base of him, mindful to stay breathing through your nose and not choke, you look up through teary eyes. It takes one look for him to understand.

His hips move carefully at first, slowly fucking your throat so as to let you get used to it. But once you squeeze his thighs, pleading for more? He's not holding back.

"Such a-fuck-good girl. Letting me use you." His actions are just as debased as his words, fucking your face so hard you don't even have time to choke, tip almost definitely bruising the back of your throat.

You've never been more wet in your life.

He doesn't cum down your throat like you'd expected. Instead, he pulls out, groaning as his cum shoots onto your open mouth and cheeks. Zayne is nearly doubled over, panting as he leans down to kiss you messily.

"So good for me. Let me take care of you now, okay?"

Sylus

Maybe you brought some of this stress onto yourself.

I mean, you WERE choosing to be in a serious relationship with your job's number 1 target. But, none of them really knew just how incredible Sylus was. Otherwise, they'd totally understand.

Of course, that doesn't help the pit of anxiety in your stomach every time Onychinus gets mentioned in the briefing room.

Today had been bad. There'd been a three hour long meeting about their various activities, and you'd had a knot in your stomach the entire time. Even as you step into your bedroom, you can feel it. So, there's really only one thing to do.

"Lay down." You don't explain, but Sylus gets the message. He smirks, setting his book aside and laying down on the bed as you strip down.

"Bad day?" He asks as you straddle his face. His evol wraps around your upper body to keep you steady, though his iron grip on your thighs makes it clear you won't fall.

"Less talking." You plead, squirming at the feeling of his warm breath against your pussy. He smirks, and then dives in so quickly you immediately cry out.

To his credit, Sylus is amazing at eating you out. Seriously, how he knows every spot that makes you scream, you'll never understand. But you definitely aren't complaining.

"O-oh fuck! Right there!" You gasp, back arching as you grip his silver locks. He moans at the sensation, ever the masochist.

You cum hard on his tongue, nearly seeing stars. But his grip doesn't loosen, and you're quickly whining from overstimulation.

"S-Sylus! I can't! Fuck!" You gasp, having to grip the headboard so you don't rip the hair from his head. He hums, fingers replacing his tongue as he pulls away.

"You wanted to use me, remember sweetie? Just relax and let me take care of you."

Valko

Honestly, you really don't know why Valko does this to himself.

It was his company after all, he didn't need to be working so hard! Still, he found things to busy himself with endlessly, only to drag himself to your place, exhausted and overwhelmed.

"Poor thing..." You coo as he sinks into the bed, head resting on your lap as he lays on your stomach. He sighs as your fingers card through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly.

"You smell nice." He mumbles, propping himself up so he can press his lips to yours. You smile into it, pulling him a little closer.

"I tried a new lotion tonight. You like it?" You pull him with you as you lay back, his large form settling in between your legs. He sighs, and you can already feel the anxiety starting to melt off him.

"I do. I just..." He shifts, moving even closer to you and pressing his body closer. You whimper involuntarily when he grinds against you.

Perhaps he'd been a little too busy lately.

"You smell-fuck-b-better like this..." Valko murmurs, his whole body pressed against yours as his hips grind back and forth between your legs. Despite the layers of clothing, you whine at the sensation, pleasure shooting through you.

His stress becomes clear with the way his movements become frantic, pressing his lips to yours to kiss you sloppily. Usually, Valko likes to take his time, moving slowly and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. But you're definitely not complaining at this change of pace.

"God!" He gasps, fingers digging into your flesh as he makes a mess of his pants. You can't help but smile, even if you weren't quite there. He'll make it up to you in a minute.

"Feeling better?"

"Like you wouldn't believe."

[zaynezone]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (ft. Zayne, Sylus, & Valko)

synopsis: What happens when you're the only one cumming? pairings (separate): Zayne x f!reader, Sylus x f!reader, Valko x f!reader content: just straight fucking lmao, edging (male), reader is a bad bitch a/n: I said I would start writing multi's...I hope you enjoy!!

Zayne

It's one of Zayne's favourite's.

I mean, it's yours too. After all, he gets so loud when you're on top, even more so when you're in reverse, and he gets the perfect view of your back and ass.

"Fuck..." Zayne groans as you rock back and forth, back arched prettily. Your whole body feels like it's on fire, but in the best possible way. God, you really needed to do this more often.

You can't help but glance over your shoulder, clenching at the sight of him. His brows are knit in pleasure, head tossed back as he moans.

So pretty. Just as pretty as he'd been all of last week when he hadn't let you cum.

The thought alone makes you smirk. I mean, did he really think you were going to reward him for being such a hardass? Some genius.

"G-getting close?" Zayne sucks in a breath, feeling your upcoming orgasm in the way you start moving faster, hips slamming down on him relentlessly. You moan when his fingers reach around to find your clit, circling tightly until you cry out, vision going white as you cum hard around his cock.

He's panting behind you, waiting the torturous time for you to recover, to keep moving. Zayne's a gentleman, so he won't rush you, even though he's painfully close to bursting.

You slip off his cock with ease, biting back a laugh when you hear him involuntarily whimper at the loss of your warmth. When you slip off the bed, still not sparing him a glance, he pipes up.

"Are you taking a break?" He questions, sitting up and watching you carefully. You turn and smile, shaking your head with mischief in your eyes.

"Nope, just going to shower."

"You're not..." Zayne trails off, truly baffled at this turn of events. Perhaps he'd catch on quicker if the blood was in his brain, not his cock.

"Going to help you finish? Now why would I do that?"

Sylus

You love kissing Sylus.

He's just so good at it. I mean, you'd think he would have at least one flaw, but nope. Just perfect. It was infuriating. Sometimes, you just wanted to piss him off just to see what he would do.

Sorta like tonight.

"O-oh fuck!" You gasp, hands braced against his chest as you bounce on his cock. Sylus is laid back, the picture of sex on a stick as he watches you, hands guiding your hips.

"Feeling good, sweetie?" He leans up to kiss you once more, smiling when you moan into it. It's a sloppy, messy kiss, but it only turns you on more.

"Y-yeah! God you're-you're so big." You wish you were exaggerating for the sake of his ego. Unfortunately for you, his ego was well earned. Sylus's cock was a thing to behold, and the son of a bitch knew it. Every time you struggled to sink down on it, he'd smile that same cocky smile that just made you want to punch him.

"I'm-I'm close!" You gasp, nails digging into his shoulders as you rock against him faster. He hums, eye burning bright red as your sheer desire overwhelms every one of his sense.

"Cum." He murmurs, smiling when you do it immediately. That stupid smile.

You're happy to see it falter when you sigh dramatically, rising off of his leaking cock and moving to get out of bed. A hand grabs your wrist, his brow raised.

"Forgetting something, sweetie?" He asks as if he truly thinks you're forgetting about him, and his orgasm.

"Hmm I don't think so. I mean, I came. So we're done, right?" You lean in to peck his cheek sweetly. He accepts it, but in a flash your bodies are flipped. Sylus pins you to the mattress, a grin splitting his face.

"I don't think we're done yet, kitten. If anything, you should cum a few more times. Right?"

Valko

Maybe it was mean.

Okay, it was definitely mean. Valko was such a softie, just the sweetest boyfriend in the whole world. Teasing him like this might be going a little too far, but isn't that what girlfriends are for?

"Please-please..." Valko whines into your mouth, holding you so close that instead of bouncing on his cock, you're really just grinding your hips against his.

"I-I know baby." You murmur, chest pressed against his so tight that it makes it a little hard to breath. He's working on his strength control after all.

"Feels-feels so good. You're so perfect." Praises fall from his lips every moment. His amber eyes might as well have hearts for pupils with the way he's looking at you, bright eyed and bushy tailed.

Well, his tail isn't out right now.

"You're-you're sweet too honey. God I-I'm close!" You gasp, managing to snake a hand between your bodies to circle your clit. Valko takes your nipple in his mouth, sharp canines scraping against it and making pleasure shoot through your spine. It's evil, how good he is at this.

But not as evil as you're about to be.

"God!" You nearly scream as you cum, head tossed back. Valko gasps at the sensation, not quite there yet. But you know he won't be far behind, so you have to act quickly, despite the aching in your legs from his unbelievable size.

You slip out of bed, but he immediately moves to follow you, frowning the moment he isn't touching you.

"Where-where are you going?" He pouts, trying to grab you. You do your best to act nonchalant, avoiding his sweet, pleading gaze.

"Just to shower! Is something wrong?"

"I...no. I guess not." He pulls a pillow in front of his cock, though you note that it's the pillow you sleep on, and his hips have already begun to buck into it.

"Well, alright! I'm gonna shower okay?"

"Wait! Can...can I join?"

"...Alright. Come on babe. You can finish in the shower."

Him and his damn puppy dog eyes.

[mwphisto]

“Do you remember the first time we had sex?” [Crack/Smut]

It was nearing two in the morning, you simply couldn't sleep. Sylus knew that, of course, so he was up beside you. Lamp still on, book in hand, wire rim glasses sitting low on the bridge of his nose. “Is the sky blue, sweetie?” He didn’t bother looking away from his page, but the question certainly earned a quirk of his too pretty lips. 

“No, I mean like… do you remember all the details?” You roll onto your side, dropping your phone and propping yourself on your closed fist. You weren’t even sure why your first time with Sylus had entered your mind, but now you simply couldn’t rest if you didn’t know the answer. This time, he dropped the book to his lap, head turning to peer down at you with one brow perfectly raised. “I mean, of course?” 

“Like?” You blink at him, waiting for some sort of example and Sylus can’t stop the bewildered laugh that rattled his chest. “Like? You want me to describe our first time from memory?” His book is completely forgotten now, you have his full undivided attention. “Yeah, I wanna compare notes, see if we remember it the same way.” 

Your grin is wicked despite your eyes shining with innocence, he can’t help but feel as if he’s fallen into your trap… oh well. Too late now, right?

“You came on to me first, after I carried you up to the bedroom. You pushed me down onto the couch and then straddled my lap. You initiated our first kiss.” You felt heat sink low, a vivid memory of Sylus’ flushed cheeks and surprised expression when his back had hit the couch flashing in your mind. 

“I remember you waiting so patiently for me to initiate that kiss, even struggling to keep your hands from moving up to grab my ass.” You tease fondly, smiling a little wider when Sylus snickers at the thought. “You know your comfort is always my priority, I wasn’t going to push my luck before I knew it was what you truly wanted.”

“But you could see my desires, couldn't you?” A beat of silence as he observes you, smiling softly before speaking. “Seeing them isn’t the same as hearing them. I needed you to act upon them at the very least before I could allow myself to move.” 

“What a gentleman.” And you meant it, truly. Even as he laughed, you could tell he knew you were being genuinely honest with him at that moment. “I remember kissing you and never wanting to stop.” He carries on, arms folding over his broad expanse of chest as he watches you inhale. “I remember your tongue trying to jump down my throat.” 

“You loved it.” You had… you even moaned. “That’s when you grabbed my ass, pulled me closer, but you wouldn’t let me grind on you…” You pout at him, as if still upset. Like he hadn’t fucked you stupid in front of that god damn fireplace that night. “I would have cum in my pants then and there had I let you touch me.” Oh. That was news to you. 

You pushed up on your hands and knees. “What?!” A genuine whispered shriek of shock, eyes wide and mouth agape as you blink at your lover of two years. The event you’re both recalling having happened a year and a half ago. “It’s the truth, kitten. I was excited.” 

It was gonna be longer but I really gotta get back to that Xavier smut I was working on... - Soul

[pzxce]

after shower

full

[blackhearteyes999]

ETERNALLY SATISFIED

“just a touch…” his breath tickled your ear, “don’t you finally deserve to feel satisfied?”

tags: LADS, LADS smut, demon!sylus x priestess!reader (fem) x priest!zayne

content warnings: 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content, DUBCON/COERCION, blood, threesome, oral sex (f receiving,) fingering (f & m,) penetrative sex (f/m & m/m,) religious imagery (fictional religion)

word count: 6.2k

a/n: i know these are dark days for the LADS fandom, but we’ll get through them together.

and if you’re sad, i hope this makes you horny instead.🫶

loosely based on this ask from @literalglutton 😘

beta-read by my dear @valkoapproves

sylus was a silver-tongued fiend with a goal to devour. 

you wouldn’t sell your soul to him? that’s fine. he was greedy. he’d take your body instead. 

except he wouldn’t take you. he would convince you to give yourself willingly. no, he’d never ask you to pledge your soul to another. you were devoted to the pantheon of gods you served. he knew you were too good, too pure to taint yourself in such a way. 

and that was the reason he craved you. 

but as perfect of a priestess as you were… surely, that didn’t mean you should be deprived completely of life’s pleasures. what was wrong with feeling satisfied? blissful? happy? was that truly a sin? 

you worked so diligently. served so dutifully. you deserved to feel content. 

and he could help you with that… if you just let him touch you. 

day by day, he slithered closer, becoming more corporeal than ethereal, feeding off your blossoming desire, sultry whispers growing louder in your ear as fleeting touches brushed against you in tendrils of red-black mist. his face started appearing in your dreams, breathtakingly handsome and alight with smoldering crimson eyes that bore into your soul. 

“how cruel,” he’d taunt, “that no one truly notices you… no one appreciates you like I do.” 

“notice? appreciate?” you’d laugh, “no one is supposed to ‘notice’ me… everything I do is in service to the gods. my reward is the chance to serve them.” 

he’d scoff in disgust. 

“and that’s your only reward?” 

you’d nod, ignoring the twisting feeling in your gut. 

“but don’t you desire more, lovely?” 

a shiver traveled down your spine as mist danced around you, caressing any exposed area of skin it could reach. 

and so he slipped through the cracks in your defenses, his words wearing down your well-kept walls. 

brother zayne noticed, of course, that you had started drifting to sleep during prayer. 

he asked about your health, a concerned expression furrowing his brow as he noted the exhaustion that hung over you with each passing day. and of course he noticed the haziness in your eyes as your mind began drifting to forbidden fantasies, the sudden heaviness in your breath as you battled the growing ache of desire within. 

he felt a strange, familiar pang in his chest every time he saw you…

and started to notice his mind faltering around you as well. 

your resolve eventually crumbled, bit by bit. the feeling of closeness, of being seen, of being desired… sylus gave you those feelings, and they became too much to resist. 

you were shocked… terrified… relieved? to enter your quarters one evening and find a fully materialized, beautiful demon-man waiting for you.  

“s-sylus?” your voice quivered as you approached him hesitantly. 

warily, you reached out a hand, fully expecting it to pass through this dream you were having. but he grabbed it. pulled it flat against his chest. and smiled. 

“hello, darling.” 

you nearly melted into a puddle, his deep voice washing over you in a dark wave that made you dizzy. 

“what… how…” you struggled to find words as he brought your hand to his lips. 

“I could sense that you needed me,” his velvet words danced over your skin before he pressed slow kisses up your hand, wrist. 

your eyes widened, something igniting in you at the sensation of heat lingering wherever his lips touched. he started trailing those scorching kisses up your arm. a soft sob escaped you as he pulled you fully into his embrace, his warmth overtaking you. 

“need… you?” your words came out in a breathy whisper. 

“my touch,” he clarified with a hum, running a finger along your lower lip, “your desire is the reason I’m standing before you right now…” 

“b-but I can’t, I’m not supposed…” 

“but do you desire it, dearest?” his eyes glowed bright like embers, warm voice trickling over your skin. 

you nodded, trembling. 

he smiled. it was a devastatingly handsome smile. 

“I’m the only one who can satisfy your need…” one of his large hands traveled down to rest possessively on your waist,

 “… but you have to tell me that you want it.” 

you whimpered, conflicted, but about to combust from the overwhelming heat building in your core. 

“just a touch…” his breath tickled your ear, “don’t you finally deserve to feel satisfied?”

you let out a strangled exhale as his presence flooded your senses.

 “please…”

the second the word left your mouth, his inhuman speed had you pinned beneath him. his towering form casted a shadow that enveloped you, the hellfire raging in his eyes. you fought the feeling of desperation and helplessness that surged as he propped your knees up and allowed your robe to bunch up at your hips. 

the cool air against your thighs pulled you slightly from your stupor, a sudden sense of nervousness fluttering in your chest. 

“wait! t-the door doesn’t lock properly… what if someone comes by-” 

“who would dare interrupt you at this hour?” he challenged, rough hands skating up your thighs as he spoke, “this is your time…” hot breath fanned over your neck, causing you to suck in a breath as he moved to gently press his lips beneath your ear. 

“… and you don’t need to tell a single soul about it.” 

the tempting whispers wove a spell over you, your body arching upward to meet his on instinct. 

instantly, his arm snaked behind your back, greedily pulling you closer to him. his hips rolled against yours in a motion that made heat bloom lower with each movement. 

“let me kiss you, beloved.”

he breathed the phrase low and sultry against your neck, taking your shudder and quiet whimper as the only answer he needed before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. 

you were surprised by the amount of adoration and tenderness he poured into the kiss at first, truly questioning if fiends were as dangerous as you had been taught. 

surely, he couldn’t be so terrible… not with the way his lips moved- warm, slow, and even sweet while one of his hands came up to cradle your face. 

gently, his hand slid back, tangling in your hair… 

and pulled. 

a deep groan met your gasp as his teeth sunk into your plush lower lip, every question of intention vanishing from your mind as his tongue swept deeply into your mouth. 

all at once, the heat of him became blazing, seeping into you as his tongue traveled from your mouth to drag a branding trail up the column of your throat. 

you fought the guilt as a plethora of unholy thoughts arose, succumbing entirely to the weight and heat of his body against yours, letting your fingers sink into his broad shoulders as you dared acknowledge your blasphemous desire to feel more of him. 

“already so sweet…” he released a dark laugh that you felt rumble through his chest, his long fingers suddenly gripping your hair tighter, “… but I need to taste more.” 

there was hardly time to react before large hands loosened the ties of your priestess robe, sliding the coarse fabric to rest dangerously low across your shoulders, your breasts nearly exposed. 

you flinched as air hit the newly revealed skin, trying to maintain composure while sylus ghosted over your clothed stomach, hands trailing appreciatively over the contours of your body as he prowled lower. 

his name escaped your lips in a silent, traitorous prayer, your poor body already on alight with desire from his touches. 

that’s when his fingers changed course. 

they suddenly slid upward, your breath catching as they hooked beneath your undergarments and ripped. 

“wha- what are you doing?” you cried, hands flying to cover yourself in mortification. 

sylus merely grinned, chin dipping lower as he peeled your fingers away with infuriating patience. 

“I’ve hardly begun touching, dearest,” he crooned, strong fingers wrapping around your thigh and throwing it over his shoulder, “why are you trying to hide from me?”

his hot breath tickled along your thigh as he moved closer to where you ached for him. 

“you gave nothing to be ashamed of,” he hovered, his hungry eyes locked on you, “you’re beautiful.”

his sensuous praise pulled at the strings of your heart, sparking a heady sense of intimacy that you had always yearned for. 

but your thoughts were interrupted- cut off by the unfamiliar sound that escaped you when you felt the warmth of his tongue gliding slowly up the center of your core, a low growl sounding from deep in his throat as he pulled back and gazed up at you. 

“oh, sweetie…” he ran his tongue along your inner thigh, “you taste even better than I imagined.” 

then he dove in like a predator closing in on their prey, fingers locked in a death grip around your thighs, jaw snapping with each hungry swipe of his tongue. you didn’t have time to stifle the moan that escaped you, your entire body suddenly quaking from sensations you’d never experienced before. 

“you were well worth the wait,” the fiend gasped against you, “but you should have known…” he took a deep, shuddering inhale, “… that once I got a taste…” a nip at your thigh, “that I’d want to completely devour you.” 

a broken cry replaced your moans as fear mixed with pleasure at the exact moment his teeth sunk into your thigh. 

the door swung open. 

panting, you froze, all color draining from your face as you locked eyes with brother zayne across the room. his face was also frozen in shock, hazel eyes darting between your face and the devilish one between your thighs. 

sylus appeared entirely unaffected by the intrusion, a wicked smile curling on his lips as he yanked you closer. a mortified yelp flew from your lips as your hands flew down in attempt to cover yourself. 

“brother,” the fiend drawled, “how kind of you to join us.” 

zayne’s eyes widened, his gaze sweeping frantically over sylus’s face as if he had found the answer to a long-lost question. 

sylus dragged his lips seductively along your thigh, crimson eyes fixed on zayne’s the entire time he spoke.

“I was hoping you’d come and find me… why don’t you come closer, zayne?”

a war of piety and lust churned within the depths of the brother’s eyes at the summon, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he gripped the door handle. 

your cry of pleasure caught his attention. 

“broth- hnngh! -er… h-help me- ahhh,” your face contorted with pleasure and pleading as sylus’s fingers suddenly pressed into you, his heavy-lidded gaze fixed on zayne as he worked slowly and steadily into you. 

the door flew shut. but zayne’s footsteps grew closer. 

before you knew it, zayne’s hand landed on the back of the fiend’s head, yanking him away from you. he angled sylus’s head back against his stomach with a harsh tug. 

“what are you doing here, fiend?”

something about how he was handling the devil stirred something in you. 

sylus let out a laugh, thick with amusement, as he rose. 

“not even addressing me by name? you must be very upset with me, zayne…” 

confusion clouded your thoughts as sylus stepped closer to the brother and ran a hand down his chest with familiarity. 

“you know that I am,” zayne snapped, snatching sylus’s hand and throwing it down, “now tell me why you’re here.” 

sylus made a show of dragging his eyes over your sinfully sprawled out body before turning back to zayne with a troublesome smile on his face. 

“isn’t it obvious? I’m hungry.”

and then zayne was shoving sylus back, a hand lifting to wrap around his neck. 

“then get away from her,” he growled while his gaze dropped briefly to sylus’s mouth, “your deal is with me.” 

zayne’s voice shook with rage, but the fiend remained unaffected. instead, he quirked a brow in defiance, leaning into the hand against his throat and forcing the other man into a backward walk. 

“then you shouldn’t have pushed me away with all of your foolish prayers…” sylus hummed, crowding zayne’s space until the backs of his thighs hit the bed. 

the fiend dipped his head slowly and dragged his nose along zayne’s jawline, causing a crack in his composure. the brother let out a shaky breath, his eyelids fluttering momentarily before he fisted the silky material of sylus’s shirt. 

“… I know you still need me, zayne,” he said the brother’s name in a whisper. 

the air pulsed thickly with tension, the sound  of labored breathing filling the room. 

“leave her out of this,” zayne finally spoke through gritted teeth. 

sylus produced a sound that was between a scoff and a laugh before pushing the man onto the bed. 

your senses were suddenly overwhelmed by zayne, the sweet scent of him filling your nostrils and his strong body trapping you against the mattress.

it was true that you had dreamed of being this close to him on multiple occasions, but you learned to bury those feelings and banish those forbidden images from your mind for the sake your holy commitment a long time ago.  

but it was hard to ignore the returning rush of those feelings, especially as his muscular body pressed further against yours, his arms coming to rest protectively on either side of your hips as sylus dropped to the bed and prowled over the both of you. 

“I’m afraid it’s too late for that…” the fiend’s grin was insidious, his crimson eyes flaring with unholy fire before grabbing ahold of zayne’s robe and tearing. 

the sound of fabric ripping and the brother’s gasp filled your ears as your eyes screwed shut, fear and unbidden arousal churning within you. 

“look at her.”

your eyes flew open as sylus gripped your face fiercely and forced it down, your gaze colliding with zayne’s. it stole your breath- your mouth hovering this close to his, your breaths tangling as you searched each other’s eyes. 

“she needs me-“ sylus growled, moving your face back and forth to display your unnaturally heated state to the brother. 

“-and you know that, zayne. don’t you recognize the signs?”

the brother’s eyes darkened as he took in your disheveled state. your skin was hot to the touch, a slight sheen forming along it. your pupils were fully dilated, as if in a trance, and your chest heaved with uneven breaths. you were trembling with the dark energy that pulsed through you. 

you were trapped. 

“and now, because of both of your beautiful, selfish, shared desires… I’m going to devour you. together.” 

sylus’s voice dripped with mockery as the hunger in his eyes flared, his face hovering closely between you and the brother.

you shrieked as the remaining clothes on all three of your bodies were eviscerated in a haze of red-black mist. 

“… and after that? I’m going to take you back to the underworld to be my eternal feast.”

the next moment, he was sinking his elongated teeth into the meat of zayne’s neck, relishing in the gasp of pain and pleasure he elicited from him. a deep, animalistic groan tore from the fiend’s throat as he rolled his hips against zayne’s. 

the motion created searing friction and pressure between all three of your naked bodies, which became slick with sweat from every roll of sylus’s hips. 

you could barely breathe, but the weight of them rolling against your parted legs had your head spinning, core throbbing, desperate for some sort of release. 

all of a sudden, zayne’s hand was threaded in the silver locks of the fiend’s hair, pulling his face to his. their lips crashed together in a filthy kiss, tongues and teeth clashing against each other as they panted and moaned into each other’s mouths. 

that’s when you noticed. 

one of zayne’s hands had remained back, digging into your thigh. but now, you realized, he distracted the fiend while his fingers began to trace intricate patters along your leg. 

sigils.

your eyes widened a fraction as his plan began to dawn on you, a minuscule amount  of hope breaking through the lustful spell.

you could destroy the fiend. together. 

“while I did miss the taste of you, my darling, zayne…” sylus’s deep voice drew your attention as he rose to his knees, wiping from his lips what you realized was saliva and a trace of zayne’s blood. 

“… I came for her first.” 

and then you were weightless, mist wrapping around both you and zayne and shuffling your positions as you tried to grasp each other to stop it. 

you landed with your back against zayne’s solid chest, sylus towering over you as he smirked down with malicious intent. 

“won’t you be a dear and hold her for me, brother?” 

with a flick of his wrist, mist flew to encircle zayne’s wrists, forcing them to slide down over your thighs and spread them open. 

“zayne,” you choked on his name, your skin so flushed and oversensitive that the slightest touch had you squirming in his grasp. 

then your wrists were flying upward and back, mist binding them around zayne’s neck. your weak attempt at breaking free amounted to nothing more than your back arching upward, closer to the fiend. 

when you turned your head toward zayne, you could identify flickers of concern and determination across his face. through a hazy expression, his dark brows furrowed as he attempted to pull away from you. 

“ah-ah-ah,” sylus tutted, finally leaning down and enveloping you completely. he curled his fingers around zayne’s chin, the two hovering over your shoulder. 

 “I’m not an enemy…” he mumbled against zayne’s lips, and you felt zayne’s muscles straining as he tried to move, “I’m the one finally giving you what you’ve always desired…” 

crimson eyes dropped to you, sylus’s hand seizing your face in such a way that your lips parted for him. his tongue slithered past them, coaxing so deep you could feel it in your throat. 

then he pulled back, leaving you breathless. 

you had to blink, your vision hazy with lust as your eyes wandered to take in the sight of him. 

he had to be one of hell’s finest. 

he was simultaneously foreboding and so perfectly sculpted, all striking angles and powerful muscles. when your eyes finally dropped to the place between his thighs, you started sweating. 

“no… p-please…” you begged, trying your best to shuffle back as the fiend loomed toward you. 

your chest heaved as you felt the massive length him press against your entrance, proding as he chuckled softly into your ear. 

“but beloved…” he offered with false tenderness, one of his large hands gliding over your stomach to palm at your breast. 

a moan slipped past your gritted teeth when he started tracing teasing circles around your nipple. your fingers dug into zayne’s hair, the only place you had any purchase, and a quiet gasp sounded from him as he dug his fingers harder against your thighs in return. 

“… I promised you would be satisfied.” 

the whisper was the only warning you received before sylus’s hips pressed forward, sinking into you with a slow, agonizing stretch. 

your head flew back against zayne’s chest as you cried out, nails digging into his neck while your core burned from the stretch. 

sylus rolled his hips with a torturous slowness, moving until you were wrapped around every impossible inch of him. 

you were on the brink of screaming when the mist surrounding zayne’s wrists weakened and his hands immediately moved to rest on your hips. 

then they started wandering, sylus’s mist guiding them to explore the soft curves of your body. 

“I can’t-“ zayne’s face fell to your shoulder, panting as he fought to maintain composure, “-can’t s-stop….”

“she feels so exquisite,” sylus told zayne through a roughened voice, “that I- hah- wanted to share.” 

and then his hands snaked around your thighs, pulling your legs to wrap around his waist. 

“sy- ahh!- sssy- lus…” you choked as his rolling hips began thrusting, the angle allowing him to drive deep enough to batter your cervix. 

he groaned into the hot, silken skin of your neck as he moved, his fingers sliding and groping along your legs, hips, and backside. your skin burned with every passing touch, your very core burning like he was branding you from the inside out. 

at his increased pace of movement, you found yourself crushed harder against zayne, who’s hands had taken solace along your breasts. he kneaded the soft flesh with reverence, rolled your nipples between his fingers as his own hips bucked, the hardness of him grinding into your back. 

even in his state of arousal, you realized the soft words he uttered weren’t merely sweet nothings, but prayers being murmured into your skin. your fingers curled at his neck, an attempt to return the favor and trace sigils along his skin… but you didn’t get the chance. 

sylus’s teeth found your lower lip, biting until he drew blood. you winced and moaned at the pain, but he bit harder, sucking and then lapping at the red droplets that surfaced. 

he licked his lips and then growled, the mist dispersing rapidly at the same moment his large hands sunk into your hips and lifted you. 

it was like you were feather-light, the way he lifted and spun you so that your back was flush to his hard chest, his muscular arm holding you in place. the stinging, stretching sensation returned, and your hands flew back to grasp whatever part of him you could reach. 

“sylus!” you cried as he sunk you down onto his length, your gasps and groans growing louder. they dissolved into a choking sob once your backside was fully seated against his pelvis. 

you were already stretched to your limit, so full that you could barely breathe. and then he started moving. 

your teeth sunk into the thick forearm that held you upright against him, stifling your broken moan. never in your life had you dreamed of such wanton sensations, the visions sylus had fed you paling in comparison to the addictive sensations you were drowning in now. 

when you managed to refocus your gaze, you realized the entirety of the mist that had entrapped you was now binding zayne, his wrists bound above his head and his ankles bound together.

 a new addition, however, was a band of mist that wrapped around his mouth, muffling and gagging him as he watched. his eyes were half-lidded, his chest heaving as he watched from a distance, his hips shifting in a fruitless attempt to find friction. 

a low, wicked laugh rumbled from sylus’s chest as he thrusted slowly into you, drawing back fully so you could feel every vein and ridge of him each time he hit deeper. 

“where are your gods now?” he taunted, the force of his thrusts becoming brutal. then his scorching lips met your neck, the scrape of elongated teeth startling you before they punctured skin and he sucked. 

your attempt to scream was quickly stopped. 

one of his large hands came up to crush your throat while the other wrapped low around your hip to hold you against him as he feasted. 

sylus kissed, lapped, and sucked at the wound on your neck, releasing the most sinful moans you’d ever heard. loathing surfaced in the pool of your present emotions as you processed how your body betrayed you, the pleasure burning in your core with every one of his touches. 

the large hand that was slung low on your hip slid lower, deft fingers sliding through your parted folds and dragging in circles. 

“can your gods give you this?” he punctuated the last word with a particularly harsh thrust of his hips, and your body shattered. 

you screamed as you came, intense pleasure sweeping through every inch of your body. sylus groaned, arms crushing you against him as he exploded inside of you. 

“tell me,”  his molten tongue licked at the blood on your neck while his hips continued to move, “are you satisfied, now?”

your body trembled, your combined arousals dripping down your thighs as you clung to him to remain upward. all you could manage in response was a weak “yes” before he released his grip and you toppled to the bed, panting. 

sylus’s dark laugh echoed from behind you, your stomach coiling with dread at the sound. 

“how precious…” he mocked, and then you were struggling against tendrils of black and red again, this time being rotated and pinned onto your back. 

“… because my appetite has only been whetted.” 

brother zayne now hovered above you, his hazel eyes wide with shock. 

“besides,” the large, otherworldly shadow of sylus’s figure loomed over zayne’s shoulder as he moved closer, his voice low as he added, “I’ve dearly missed my lover.” 

your eyes snapped to zayne’s, and that’s when you realized that his had softened marginally. your brow furrowed in confusion, and he lifted a hand to brush a lock of hair from your face with heartbreaking gentleness. then he discretely traced a sigil along the side of your neck. 

a warm feeling pulsed in your chest, and you brought your hand up to cup the side of his face. the corner of zayne’s mouth tilted into the subtlest of smiles. but it was was only for a moment, because enormous arms came down to cage you both together as blazing eyes surfaced from over his shoulder.

“did you know that your desire for each other is what drew me here in the first place?” sylus laughed into zayne’s neck as his hand wrapped around to dig into zayne’s chest. 

zayne grimaced, a discontented moan escaping him as the fiend’s hand traveled lower. his face flared with heat against your palm the moment sylus made contact with him, his eyes screwing shut. 

“how tragic that the only way either of you will ever find satisfaction again is through me.”

you and zayne gasped in unison as sylus’s mist tugged at your hands and maneuvered them to rest low around zayne’s hips, spreading him wide. 

“you should have left her out of this,” zayne gritted as sylus’s hand groped his backside. 

“but I wouldn’t have met her if it wasn’t for you, dearest,” sylus hummed into zayne’s shoulder as he began pressing two thick fingers against his tight ring of muscle. 

zayne choked on a moan as sylus’s fingers plunged deep into his hole. 

“it’s been too long, hasn’t it?” sylus breathed against the shell of zayne’s ear, his fingers twisting and pumping as he ground his surfacing erection against the back of zayne’s thigh. 

sylus’s laugh was low and terrifying as his other hand trailed along zayne’s straining arousal, his long fingers teasing his leaking tip while they still hovered over you. 

“bend.”

“I-I am-“ 

“lower.”

this time, the fiend’s sultry command was accompanied by force. zayne’s chest met yours as sylus’s hand pressed his spine down and then reached around to tug his hips higher. 

a rush of shameful arousal flooded your senses, the sight of the two men too much to process… especially as your fingers dug into zayne, causing him to arch back towards sylus’s ministrations. 

your mind reeled with visions of being trapped in this spell cycle forever- endlessly giving your pleasure and lifeblood to a fiend and his lover. 

would it really be so terrible to live all your days in tantalizing bliss? 

zayne’s shuddering cry brought you back to your somber reality. 

blood trickled from his shoulder, where the fiend’s mouth was now attached, an obscene sucking sound echoing through the room as he continued to edge zayne mercilessly. 

sylus’s name tore from zayne’s lips, finally catching the fiend’s attention long enough for him to pull back and chuckle greedily. 

“shhhh, I know what you need…” his deep voice rang in your ears as he spoke to zayne, aligning his thick length with his entrance. 

zayne’s hands fisted into the blankets as sylus sunk into him inch by inch, whimpers catching in his throat as he endured the intrusion. 

your hands were released when sylus’s hips collided with zayne’s. throaty, drawn out moans sounded from both of them as they adjusted to the shape of each other.

an entirely forbidden curse escaped brother zayne’s lips when sylus started moving, sparking something deep in your core. 

but just as soon as sylus had started moving, he stopped, taking zayne’s painfully flushed cock in his hand and pushing his hips downward. at the very same moment, mist twirled around your legs, pressing your knees upward to meet your shoulders. your body trembled, hand flying to your mouth to stifle a sound as sylus lined up zayne to your slick, aching entrance. 

“aren’t you thrilled to finally be together?” sylus jeered as he rocked his hips, causing zayne to sink into you. 

the breath flew from your lungs as you were crushed and claimed completely, their hips beginning to roll in tandem. 

a deep flush overtook zayne, sweeping from his head to his chest as sweat beaded at his brow from the sudden the duality of sensations. the sounds that began to fall from his lips became entirely distracting, your fascination with him increasing as you beheld him in ecstasy. 

he was breathtaking. dark hair clung to his forehead, sculpted muscles gleamed from exertion, hazel eyes were alight with bliss. 

your hands gravitated to him of their own accord, tracing up his arms until your fingers threaded into his thick hair. 

zayne gasped, his eyes catching on your lips for a heated moment before dragging up to meet yours. 

pleasure was already coursing through your body, but something about the way he looked at you sent a shiver down your spine. 

the fiend must have noticed the moment you were sharing, because he shoved his hips harder and let out a coarse laugh when your body arched up into to zayne’s. 

sylus bent over and pressed the three of you deliciously closer, his chin hooking over zayne’s shoulder. 

“the both of you are so beautiful together…” 

his large hand slipped between your bodies,  pressing low to bring your attention to the slight bulge in your stomach that was caused by the depth of their weighted thrusts. 

“it’sss- hnngh- too much…” you whined, tugging at his wrist on your stomach to relieve the added pressure. 

he beamed, soaking in the pleasure he was wringing from both of you, and slid his hand lower. long fingers glided around the hot, dripping place where you and zayne were joined, then came up and hooked into zayne’s parted lips. 

this drew a startled sound from zayne, especially when sylus forced his fingers deeper. 

“your entwined desire tastes absolutely divine…” sylus hummed while licking the sweat from zayne’s neck, “don’t you agree?”

essence was suddenly being smeared across your mouth, your lips pried open as sylus forced those same fingers onto your tongue. you nearly gagged, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as you tasted the evidence of your sins.

your head was clouded and you were drowning in sensations…

but you were determined to refocus on the task at hand. 

you looked to zayne. 

his chest was heaving. his arms were trembling. his mouth dropped open as sylus pounded relentlessly deep into a spot that he’d learned was forbidden for a man’s pleasure. 

grabbing zayne’s face, you surged upward, crushing your lips to his in a desperate kiss. 

he sighed, melting into you, and you felt your mind slowly floating back to your body.

delicately, you began tracing all the sigils and symbols you knew down the front of his firm chest, not wanting to waste a single moment when you felt his abs tensing, no doubt an attempt to keep his pleasure at bay. 

frantically, you tore your lips from his, moving to mutter prayers into the expanse of his chest. 

you knew the gods had no reason to listen to patrons who had willingly agreed to defile themselves (and with a demon, no less.) 

but you prayed anyway. 

zayne’s hand dug into your hair as he battled his restraint- a battle he was evidentially losing, based on the way you

could feel his hips slowing and his cock pulsing within you. 

nevertheless, he pressed featherlight kisses into the crook of your neck, lips moving in breathy prayers that he knew only you could feel. 

something like relief shone in his eyes when you finally met his. he then surprised you by stooping to kiss you in a way that made you feel cherished, his hand sliding from your hair to cradle your face. 

but the cacophony of pleasure was imminent. 

“can your gods satisfy you like I do?” the fiend taunted with a voice that rumbled through you. 

zayne’s body went taut with a sharp moan, muscles clenching around sylus at the same moment he spurted into you, pulsing and spilling more with each snap of sylus’s hips.

your core spasmed and fluttered as you ascended, the overstimulation bringing your climax in waves that made you sob. 

sylus buried his face into zayne’s shoulder  and his cock deep into zayne’s entrance, an otherworldly amount of fluids gushing and dripping down zayne’s thighs as he found release.

everything felt heavy, hot, and sticky. your head spun endlessly, and when you looked to zayne, he was shaking, barely able to hold himself from collapsing on top of you. 

sylus hummed against zayne’s neck and let out a breathless laugh. 

“maybe I have you to thank, brother zayne,  for inadvertently leading me to your beautiful seductress…”

he reached down to dig his fingers into your hip. 

“… she’s delectable.”

your eyes slid to zayne’s. 

fury churned in those orbs of deep green, and you noted how his mouth pressed into a firm line when he signaled you with a subtle nod of his chin. 

your hand stretched forward, a lust-addled expression on your face as you beckoned for sylus to move closer. 

his insatiable eyes lit up, his lips lowering to kiss and nip at your hand before allowing you to trace your fingers along his bloodstained lips. delicately, they dragged downward. you felt a contented hum vibrate in his throat before you pulled away. 

finally, the fiend withdrew himself. 

zayne collapsed, barely removed from you, his legs still tangled with yours when you rolled onto your side to examine him. 

you glanced nervously at sylus, who was wiping the blood from his lips with the back of his hand. 

then he snapped his fingers. 

dangerous mist converged in a circling pattern behind his towering figure, crackling with energy that began drawing you to it. 

“and now begins our eternity together, my loves,” sylus extended a hand as he drew nearer, the mist beginning to gather you to him, “are you ready?” 

quickly, you threaded your fingers with zayne’s. 

he raised your entwined hands together, panting, and brushed a kiss to your knuckles before you both chanted the final line to the prayer and thrusted your joined hands against sylus’s chest. 

zayne’s gaze locked with the fiend’s as the sigils you had drawn on each other with sweat and blood began glowing faintly on your skin. 

“never.”

the sigils you had secretly traced on sylus’s neck moments ago became blinding. 

his eyes widened in horror. 

and then he was screaming. 

mist thrashed around him as he fell to his knees, clawing at the holy mark that was searing his skin. 

with a resounding boom, he combusted, a pile of ash and glowing embers in his wake. 

you and zayne clung to each other as a rattling wind tore through the room, scattering the ashes until they were gone. 

when everything settled, the fiend was gone. 

trembling, you released each other, relief and shame crashing over you in an instant. 

you both pulled at the blankets to reclaim some form of modesty while you moved into an upright position and sat in silence. 

tears lined your eyes as you processed the weight of everything that had transpired that evening, causing you to clutch the blanket tighter in shame. 

“I’m such a fool…” your voice was feeble as you squeezed your eyes shut. 

you could feel his gentle gaze turn to you. 

“we both were.” 

you opened your eyes, astounded by the compassion you found when you looked into his. 

“this whole time… you knew him…” 

a look of deep regret flashed across his face as he nodded.

“I unknowingly bound myself to him a long time ago… just as you did, tonight. I apologize for being unable to save you from him sooner.” 

warmth enveloped your free hand as he brought his to envelop it.  

“but we’re free now.” 

you offered him a weak smile, which he returned. 

“I’m sure someone will discover what we’ve done… the gods- we could be punished.”

“or,” a flush appeared on his face, “we could leave… together.”

your eyes flew wide open.

his fingers came up to tenderly caress your cheek.

“… I’ve been thinking about it for some time now.” 

that same warmth from earlier bloomed in your chest, a sliver of sunshine in the dark cloud of your emotions. 

you leaned in to kiss him of your own accord, smiling when he kissed you back. 

and you realized that this was what it meant to feel satisfied. 

dividers by @uzmacchiato,

pictures found on pinterest

[vxnillabxn]

I’ve been rotating this idea in my head for days now. How do you think the LIs would react to mc with a beautiful voice cupping their face and singing a love song to them while maintaining eye contact? I do this to my gf all the time 10/10 would recommend.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainsix! x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy fluff! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚this idea was so sweet, i truly loved writing it :(( and i'm also so sorry if this isn't as lengthy as my other works! i wanted to write something short and mellow, because i'm honestly so, so, so sad about this whole valko fiasco. i don't want to lose this amazing fandom... and idk, i'm such a crybaby (,,╥﹏╥,,) i hope you babies like this one regardless!

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭

hearing your singing voice was already a gift for caleb, but to have you so close; so intimately close, and, on top of that, singing such a sweet song just for him?

it was heaven.

his sunset-like eyes were intently focused on yours, the tips of his ears hot to the touch.

you were straddling his lap, enjoying the low-volume melody coming from your phone.

as you cupped his cheeks, his hands subconsciously held your wrists to keep you there, even when you had no intention of leaning back.

“i could spend my life in this sweet surrender, i could stay lost in this moment forever,” your voice echoed low and sweet, as if it was only his to hear. “every moment spent with you is a moment i treasure.”

there was a faint smile on his lips, one he didn't even realize was there.

when your thumbs brushed the warm tips of his ears, he shuddered, leaning closer to you as if gravity itself was pulling him in.

“don't wanna close my eyes, i don't wanna fall asleep, cause i'd miss you, baby,” you smiled, softly shaking your head. “and i don't wanna miss a thing...”

the note lingered in the small, almost minimal space between your bodies, and he could feel your warm breath against his skin.

caleb wanted to close the windows, lock the doors, anything to trap the sweet echo of your voice inside those four walls, so that he could be the only one to ever hear it.

his grip on your wrists tightened ever so slightly, pressing your warm palms against his until your skin melted into his.

“...don't stop,” he whispered, pleaded, begged, his voice so soft for the man who could command entire fleets.

if the song was already over, he wanted to hear it again.

if the song repeated the same verses, he wanted to memorize them all, because you chose to sing them to him for a reason.

when your voice filled the room again, enveloping his entire being, his eyes fluttered shut for just a few seconds.

after all, he didn't want to miss a single blink of your pretty eyes.

the song continued, and he committed every note and tiny tremble in your voice to memory, as if he was the only one allowed to keep them.

there was no force in the universe powerful enough to break this moment or pull him out of your orbit, and caleb would make sure that was always the case.~

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

for an artist like rafayel, there was beauty in every corner of the world.

however, he was now convinced there was nothing more beautiful than this moment, as you both lay side by side.

you shifted closer to him, the tip of your nose almost touching his.

the silence was peaceful, a tender beauty of its own.

but when you softly hummed, his lips curled up in a gentle smile.

he knew the melody, and he wanted to join you, yet when the hums turned into sweet words, time seemed to stop.

“...when you kiss me, heaven sighs, and though i close my eyes, i see la vie en rose.”

like a siren's call, your voice seemed to trap him inside a bubble where time was perfect, and things were meant to be.

“when you press me to your heart, i'm in a world apart,” your nose gently nuzzled his, earning you a soft, breathless chuckle from him. “a world where roses bloom…”

his eyelashes refused to flutter; he didn't want to miss the way your words seemed to color everything around you, almost in a tender, soft shade of pink.

pink like pretty corals, pink like a conch shell under the sun, pink like your lips.

“and when you speak, angels sing from above,” your fingers brushed his soft, deep violet locks, making rafayel shudder. “everyday words seem to turn into love songs.~”

as your voice drifted through the room, your lips finally met his, soft and sweet.

he didn't move.

he couldn't.

he just let the sensation of your lips wash over him like a warm tide that promised more to come.

when you parted, you stayed close enough for your breath to mingle with his and your eyelashes to brush against his flushed cheeks.

“give your heart and soul to me, and life will always be la vie en rose,” you whispered, allowing the melody to slowly drift away and rafayel's heart to stop beating so fast.

could he be more lost in love?

he refused to burst the bubble around you, so he made no sound.

after all, there were no words, sentences, or phrases good enough to praise not only your beautiful, hypnotizing voice, but also the mix of tender feelings you so seamlessly ignited within him.

you went for another gentle kiss, and he whimpered quietly, his watery eyes closing to let you in; to let you color his world like only you ever could… with colors no artist could ever hope to recreate.~

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭

sylus was used to hearing you either singing or humming as you walked around the house.

you did it so often, in fact, that he no longer had to play music in the background, since your beautiful voice was enough to soothe and entertain him.

today, as he was reading, you were by his side, humming a silly, mindless tune without much thought.

he chuckled in amusement, knowing his leisure time would be light and entertaining.

but after some seconds, you decided to tap his shoulder, immediately shifting his attention from the yellowed pages to your sweet gaze.

he thought you'd say something or ask for a kiss, like you usually did, but when your hands came to cup his cheeks, his eyes softened.

what he didn't expect, though, was for you to start singing for him.

not to fill the silence, not to entertain yourself; you were about to dedicate a song to him because you thought he was worthy of it.

“truly, madly, deeply, i am foolishly, completely falling,” the first notes filled the space with an agonizing tenderness, one that took him by surprise.

sylus blinked.

slowly.

he gently placed his book aside, dedicating every second of his time to this unexpected but not unwelcome twist of events.

“and somehow you caved all my walls in, so baby say you'll always keep me,” the words came out quietly, like a whisper as soft as your fingers brushing the skin beneath his eyes.

for a moment, sylus just stared, taking in the way the lyrics left your lips, and the way you were looking at him like never before.

“truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you,” your gaze didn't waver, and neither did his. “in love with you…”

then, it hit him.

his eyebrows furrowed slightly; something he unconsciously did whenever his feelings overruled his mind, and his heart threatened to soften his entire being.

in other words, what always happened when he was with you.

it made his hands hover over your waist, unsure, gentle, broken, all in the best way, until he finally pulled you into his lap, his arms coiled around you.

how dare you?

how dare you disarm him so easily, and with that sweet, loving smile on your face?

he pressed your foreheads together, listening to you like he always did, except this time, he feared he'd always crave this kind of attention… even when you didn't need to sing the words for sylus to know you loved him endlessly.~

𐙚˙⋆.˚ valko! ꒰੭

you both were already lovey-dovey, tickling each other, cuddling oh so close, and stealing loud, quick pecks.

he huffed in contentment, aggressively rubbing one of his cheeks against the top of your head, messing up your hair.

but you didn't mind at all.

it was a price you were willing to pay just to keep enjoying his warmth and his sheer happiness.

when things quieted down, and it was only you looking at him, and him staring back with hazy eyes and a lovestruck face, you leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose.

his eyelids fluttered, his tail wagging gently behind him.

he was beyond happy.

he was ecstatic.

there couldn't be anything better than this…

until you started to sing.

his ears perked up, and he opened his eyes with curiosity and a hint of surprise.

“...and they called it puppy love,” the melody came out smoothly, beautifully. “oh, i guess they'll never know… how a young heart really feels, and why i love him so.”

you booped his nose carefully, giggling afterwards at his entranced reaction.

his lips parted, his golden eyes widening.

he was attentive, almost frozen in place, taking in each word and the meaning behind it.

“tell them all it, please tell them it isn't fair to take away my only dream…” your fingers now gently scratched behind his fluffy ears, making him whine quietly.

he had to be under a spell; he was certain.

it felt like being lured in by the moon itself, by something so bright and warm, so inviting and magical…

so you.

“i hope and i'll pray that maybe someday you'll be back, in my arms once again,” your body shifted closer to his, and his immediate response was to engulf you in his strong arms, his tail thumping out a rhythmic beat that was much faster than the song you were singing.

your voice was muffled against his chest, since he refused to let a single gust of wind come between your bodies, and while he did want to hear the entire song, he also wanted to feel your skin.

you hummed the rest of the song and just let him hold you close.

when the silence returned, he leaned back to look at you, his eyes pleading.

“...again?” he whispered, his voice incredibly soft.

and he didn't just mean the song.

he wanted to feel the closeness, the warmth, and the way your eyes looked at him like he was the best in the world.~

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭

xavier was still asleep, his face peaceful and undisturbed.

you traced the delicate line of his nose, then the outline of his lips, and the soft shape of his eyebrows.

his eyelashes fluttered, and when he woke up, his eyes took a few seconds to focus.

once they did, he softly smiled at you, pulling you closer to his bare chest.

you didn't say a word; the silence was still comfortable, and xavier's mind was still processing everything around him.

instead, you looked into his eyes and cradled his warm cheeks, feeling a sudden urge to turn an ordinary morning into a moment of pure, raw love and tenderness.

besides, you loved seeing him get flustered and all mushy.~

“...why do stars fall down from the sky every time you walk by?” the sudden, soft sound of your singing voice caught him off guard. “just like me, they long to be close to you…”

his bright, azure eyes followed the soft movement of your lips, and the playful glint in your gaze.

his face grew warmer and warmer beneath your hands, a clear sign of just how much this was affecting him.

“on the day that you were born, the angels got together and decided to create a dream come true,” you smiled, squishing his supple cheeks.

xavier averted his gaze, feeling his heart thumping hard against his ribs. still, he couldn't stay away.

he leaned into your palm, simply listening.

“so they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold, and starlight in your eyes of blue,” you leaned in to kiss his eyelids, making him blush furiously, his arms suddenly trapping you until you had almost no air to breathe.

you were singing this song to him.

a song about stars, about his blue eyes.

about him.

“that is why—” before you could continue, xavier pressed his lips to yours, with an intensity that reflected the overwhelming amount of feelings blooming in his heart.

you gave in, naturally, your hands tangling with his soft, light locks, until the kiss stole the melody from your lips.

when you both finally parted, completely breathless, his forehead rested against yours.

his eyes were shining with quiet embarrassment and adoration, both making his face bright pink.

he hid his face in the crook of your neck, wondering if, perhaps, this was still a dream.

if it was, he'd hold on to this moment forever, hoping he'd feel the same warmth and sparks when he woke up and saw your pretty face again.~

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

moments of peace were rare between you and your busy boyfriend.

but when you finally had the chance to just sit down and caress each other's skin, you made sure to stretch those hours and make them last forever.

when he came home after a long shift, you sat on his lap, your chest pressed against his, and your fingers tracing indistinguishable shapes on his back.

he held you close, simply resting his chin on your shoulder, taking in every second without pressure.

the songs playing on the radio were slow, melodic ballads, so as not to oversaturate the space with noise and loud, unpredictable beats.

sensing his stress and his need to distract himself, you gently pulled back to face him, and you used your fingers to tilt his chin up.

those hazel eyes were tired, but they softened with pure love when they saw you.

when you parted your lips, he expected encouraging words, or perhaps something sweet.

however, you not only lowered your already gentle voice; you started to sing for him, your tone as gentle as your caresses.

“when the rain is blowing in your face, and the whole world is on your case,” the words came out like a soothing balm, causing his shoulders to drop unconsciously. “i could offer you a warm embrace, to make you feel my love.”

when you paused to let the piano echo, he leaned into your fingertips, asking for more warmth like a touch-starved kitten.

his mind was now entirely focused on you, on your beautiful voice, on the way you sang the lyrics not just with accuracy, but because you meant them.

“when the evening shadows and the stars appear, and there is no one there to dry your tears,” you softly pressed your forehead against his, whispering the next words against his lips. “i could hold you for a million years, to make you feel my love.”

he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him as if you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

he didn't say he loved you, or at least not with words, but the way he hid his head in the crook of your neck and held you tight said everything.

you felt something warm and wet on your skin, but you didn't dare ask.

you knew he felt exhausted, and on top of that, unworthy of such affection.

you hummed, nuzzling the top of his head, allowing him to simply enjoy the vibrations of your voice against his body.

it wasn't a grand gesture, yet it managed to quiet down the outside world, leaving just the two of you, skin to skin, and heart to heart.

zayne couldn't possibly ask for anything else.~

[mwphisto]

𓅨⋆˙⟡“I thought you tanned instead of burned?” 18+

A day at the beach on his private island, one of several perks of being Sylus’ lover. “I do tan. In fact, I am tan, aren’t I?” Sylus glances up at you through the bedroom mirror, the ocean can be heard crashing against the shore through the open balcony window.

The setting sun only makes his skin look rosy rather than golden. 

“You look rosy red and tan… I think if you scratched yourself it would hurt.” He had just stepped out of the shower, a fluffy white towel hung sinfully low on his toned hips.

Even in the setting light, you can see a defined line from where his swim trunks had sat. “Maybe, but I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Not all that bothered, he takes the towel you had abandoned on the bed and uses it to start drying his damp hair. 

“Mm, I dunno, Sy. I don’t wanna hurt you.” You sigh, trying to swallow your grin as you turn back to the vanity mirror, brushing through the damp locks of your own hair.

You catch him freezing through the reflection, towel quickly coming off his head as he turns to look at you. “You don’t want to hurt me? What exactly were you planning?” 

You don’t answer, keeping your eyes trained on your own reflection as you brushed. Ignoring Sylus as he closed the distance between the two of you.

“C’mon, kitten. Don’t leave me hanging.” You’re overwhelmed by the smell of him, fresh out of the shower and radiating that post-beach warmth as he places a hand on either side of the vanity table and crowds you. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll just look for myself.” 

You lock eyes in the mirror, the crimson glow of his aethercore dull yet full of promise. 

Now that he was this close, you got a proper look at the true extent of his sun damage. The thick chain he had been wearing earlier had certainly left its mark, his skin three shades lighter where it had once been. For some reason, you found yourself swallowing a whine. “You need some aloe, Sy. I really don’t want your skin to have lasting damage.”

You forgot about the aloe the second his towel had dropped. 

Now, with him under you, you could really assess him. “Shit… oh my god, Sylus!” You gasped, head tossing back as you dropped your hips down his length again.

The hiss that escaped him was melodic to you, your nails digging dully into the burn he claimed he didn’t have. “You feel so good… always so good…!” You lift, dropping your hips once you get halfway up as you try to reconnect with the rhythm you once had. 

“You’re squeezing me so tight…” it sounds strangled coming from his lips, his eye glowing brighter than the sunset beyond the balcony doors as you bounce yourself on his cock. “You look s-so cute with your little tan lines, Sy. I could eat you.”

Just admiring him against the sheets has a new wave of heat flooding your body, pussy clamping around his throbbing length torturously tight. 

“...think you’re already devouring me, kitten…fuck!” his head presses into the pillows, eyes squeezing shut as his cock twitches violently within your gummy walls.

“M’gonna cum, fuck fuck stop moving…” but you don’t listen, dragging your nails over his burned pecs and forcing your hips down just a little harder. 

Sylus has half the mind left to huff out a laugh, defeated and at your mercy but he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Not when his orgasm is crashing over him and his release is emptying freely into your warm cunt.  

You stop entirely, sinking down until your hips are flush to his. Watching his chest heave as your orgasm teeters on the edge before slowly fading away. It makes your insides flutter, hips rocking subconsciously to prolong the sensation as he comes down.

“You feel good, Sy? Are you still with me?” of course you’d start instigating him the moment he’s cum. His exhale turns into a breathless, unbelieving laugh. The flare of light as his eyes open is enough to make your heart rate sky rocket. “You’re insatiable."

[valkie-moon]

"—and the worst part of the whole thing is that she pulled me in her office," you rant, walking into the bedroom as you start to unbutton your shirt.

sylus lounges on the bed in his robe, only watching as you begin to angrily strip off your work clothes. you're down to just your underwear now as you reach behind your back to undo your bra.

"need some help there, kitten?" sylus quirks an eyebrow, resting his head on his palm waiting for you—but you don't respond.

"I can't believe she's so petty!" striding over to the bed, sylus motions for you to come over.

"come here," he pats his lap, moving his robe to the side. "tell me everything."

"sometimes I want to quit so badly," you huff, lowering yourself onto sylus as you grab onto the head board behind him.

"the offer to join onychinus still stands," he replies, his voice trailing off into a groan as you start to move your hips. "just say the word and it's all yours."

[leemoonaid]

Comforting Sylus~ ♥

[blackhearteyes999]

SCREAM

summary: you thought screaming during sex only happened in smutty novels. sylus made a bet to prove you wrong.

tags: LADS, LADS smut, sylus x fem!reader, sylus x reader

content warnings: 18+ MDNI explicit sexual content, multiple orgasms, use of restraints, oral sex (f receiving,) penetrative sex, rough sex, language

word count: 786

“damn, I can’t imagine having sex like this.”

sylus’s brow quirked from the other side of the couch, his book lowering out of sudden disinterest. 

“like what, kitten?”

you peered over the cover of your book. 

“like in some of these books I read! the guy actually makes her scream.”

he chuckled.

“oh? and that’s entirely implausible to you?” 

you blinked. 

“well, yeah.” 

his arms crossed, brows knitting together in disapproval. 

your eyes widened a fraction. 

“oh… I-“ you scrambled for words, “- I didn’t mean… you’re very good, obviously-“

his deep laughter cut off your rambling. he slid closer, long arm casually coming to rest behind you along the back of the couch. 

“while I do appreciate the review…” his lips tilted into his signature smirk before dipping to your ear, “I already know.”

your face heated. then you shoved him in the chest. 

“what do you mean ‘you know’?” 

he pulled back to admire the flustered look on your face. 

“well, unless it’s only for the sake of flattering me, you tend to get very vocal.” 

you scoffed, offended. (he was right.) 

“that’s not the same as screaming,” your eyes narrowed in defiance. 

“your neighbors couldn’t seem to distinguish the difference the other night.” 

the color drained from your face at the memory, but you refused to be embarrassed. 

“I didn’t scream.” 

his large frame was slowly beginning to crowd you, his voice lowering as he said, “would you care to demonstrate the difference?” 

you let out a sharp breath. 

“-for learning purposes, of course,” he winked. 

“I don’t need to prove myself!” your finger was suddenly in his face, causing his smirk to widen into a full grin. 

“care to make a wager, then?” 

“like… a bet? on what?” 

gingerly, he slid the book from your hand, skimming the page you had been reading and tapping on a paragraph. 

“on my ability to make you scream my name, of course.” 

you let out a disbelieving laugh, eyes darting between the page and his handsome face. 

“y-you’re serious?”

he nodded. 

you shook your head.  

“you think you can make me scream?”

“my name.” 

you snorted. 

“your confidence is intriguing… but I probably shouldn’t traumatize my neighbors again.” 

“are you scared, kitten?” 

your gaze whipped to his, eyes narrowing. 

“no,” you huffed, “but maybe the terms should include that we’re somewhere more-uh- private? like the base?” 

sylus made a “tsk” sound, shaking his head. 

“you’re going to confine me to the base for this challenge? how boring.” 

“well, if you don’t think you can do it-“ 

you yelped as he snatched your face in his hand, pulling you close enough that your breaths mingled. 

“that little noise you just made gives me all the reassurance I need.” 

you ignored your racing heartbeat. 

“besides,” he drawled, “if we’re at the base, who will be our witness? we’ll need someone  to confirm the results of the challenge.” 

your fist collided with his bicep. 

“pervert!” you glared while he winced with a smile, “don’t pretend luke and kieran have never overheard any of the sick, nasty things you do to me.”

he laughed. 

“I never said they hadn’t.” 

a new level of mortification arose as you mumbled, “at least they’re probably used to it…” 

“so?” sylus tapped you on the forehead, awaiting your answer. 

“I don’t know…” you rubbed the back of your neck, “this is still a pretty risky wager for you, considering I already know what you’re capable of…”

you trailed off as you noticed a sinister gleam in his eye. 

you’d made your first crucial mistake. 

his eyes dropped to your lips for a moment before he leaned back, shrugging. 

“then I suppose you have nothing to lose.” 

it was easy to ignore how flustered you felt when you noted the smug expression on his face. 

so you puffed your chest out, lifting your chin. 

“bring it on, boss man.” 

~~~ 

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIII-Ahh-SSSttt!”

your head slammed back against the headboard, back arching off the mattress as your third orgasm tore through you. 

oh, you’d been a goddamn fool. 

completely unconvinced that it was realistic to scream during intimate activities, you’d given sylus free reign to deem whatever he felt was necessary to achieve his goal. 

so of course he had restrained you, evol spreading your arms and legs wide while pinning you to the bed. 

he’d edged you to oblivion, kissing and groping until you’d eventually fallen apart on his tongue, fingers… and then tongue again. 

but you were technically winning. 

you were still panting and groaning as he wiped his lips against your thigh, rising to his knees to admire the mess he’d made of you. 

“so close, kitten…” he bent over to press a taunting kiss to your forehead, “but that’s not my name.” 

you spit in his face. 

he threw his head back and laughed, wiping the mixture of spit and sweat from his cheek while he sat back on his knees and stared down at you like a god. 

“don’t you think-“ you panted, “-your plan is going to backfire on you?” 

he hummed, one of his large hands beginning to tease your nipple as he replied, “and how would it do that?”

he pinched, drawing a hiss from you and a chuckle from him. 

“I could go hoarse before I ever get to-“ you sucked in a breath as his hands trailed up and down your thighs, “-scream… your name.” 

“oh, does that mean you’re planning to?” 

his smirk was infuriating. 

“better go ahead and get it over with, sweetie. it will save us both a lot of time.” 

you were physically exhausted, body already aching, but something about his tone lit a fire in your stomach. 

“you arrogant, cocky basta-“

a shriek replaced your protest as the mist binding your limbs snapped, instead dragging your body onto your knees while you faced him. 

his large, calloused hands dug into your thighs, your own hands flying to his shoulders to steady yourself as he swept your legs around his waist in a single lift. 

“careful, kitten…” he murmured while sucking a mark into the soft skin of your neck, “you’re getting louder.” 

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to give in. 

his resolve alone was impressive, denying the visible evidence of his own need all for the sake of watching you come undone. and it felt so good when he gave a teasing roll of his hips. he was rock hard and leaking with neglect, dragging along your dripping folds with maddening patience.

you draped your arms lazily around his neck, mouth grazing his as you mustered your remaining determination. 

“that’s all you’ve got?” you muttered against his lips.

your second crucial mistake. 

“do you really think the thing that’s gonna break me is your cock?” your taunts continued, “won’t work… I already know how it feelsss- FUCKkkk!” 

you cursed as he slammed into you without warning, filling you in a single thrust. his grip turned bruising as he released a drawn out groan, holding you down while you both adjusted to the sensation of him stretching you so abruptly. 

strings of curses flew from your lips when he lifted your hips and repeated the motion. 

“shit-oh my god-SY-“ you clamped a hand around your mouth before his name fully escaped your lips. 

a dark laugh cut through his panting. he nipped at your hand with his teeth, right eye glowing as he breathed, “you’re so close, sweetie, doing so well…” his mouth dropped to nip at your collar bone. 

“…. just a little louder for me.” 

“nev- unngghh- never,” your nails dug into his scalp as you bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming. 

but he wouldn’t allow that. 

next thing you knew, your face met the mattress, hips yanked backward and entrance immediately stretching to accommodate brutal, deep thrusts. 

“sssy! SY- fuck-“ your words were a garbled mess as you scrambled for a pillow or anything you could reach to muffle the sounds that were escaping you with increasing volume. 

but your plans were thwarted with a large palm to your back. 

“what do you think you’re doing, sweetie?”

sylus’s voice was rough and wrecked, doing absolutely nothing to help the building heat in your core. suddenly, his palm pressed, forcing your back into an arch so deep that it had you seeing stars. 

the new angle allowed for him to sink impossibly deeper, the thick length of him bruising your sweet spot as he picked up the pace. your bodies, slick with sweat, collided with such a force that it created a vulgar schlick with every thrust. 

you could feel your walls squeezing, feel his cock throbbing, and when he snaked an arm around to rub circles against your over-stimulated core, you groaned loudly through gritted teeth. 

“sylus,” you choked, burying your face in the mattress as his pace became frantic. 

that’s when it happened. 

his fingers threaded into your hair and tugged at the same moment his hips snapped and the other hand pressed against that swollen, sensitive spot. 

your vision went white as pleasure erupted through both of you, your body wracking with tremors so forceful that his name was tearing from your throat in a pitch you’d never heard. his deep moan felt euphoric, reverberating through you as his mouth pressed down your spine in messy kisses. 

~~~

“you never told me what I lost, exactly…” 

you leaned against the counter for stability, savoring a sip of hot tea as it soothed your throat. 

“bragging rights, mostly,” sylus grinned. 

you swatted at his bare chest. 

“come on! what was in it for me?”

he gave you a leveled look. 

“shall we make another bet, then?”

you shivered. 

“I’m not sure my throat can handle that.” 

he chuckled, his hand coming up to scratch his chin. 

“what if…” his crimson eyes flared when they met yours, “you see what it takes to make me scream.” 

your brows flew upward in surprise, then furrowed as you glared. 

“I’m beginning to feel like these bets favor one side…” 

“is that a ‘no’?” he challenged, smirking. 

you sighed, then cleared your throat. 

“it’s a ‘you’re on.’”

dividers by @uzmacchiato