my dragon is gone.

nevers - she/her - 25

[nevers109]

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i got the game as a bit and now i'm in deep. about me ⬇️

name: nevers, nevs, whatever works idc

age: 25

pronouns: she/her, 💙💜🩷

the Order of Men™: sylus (123), xavier (100), zayne (86), rafayel (85), probably valko, caleb (76) (rank post)

playstyle: f2p and a dream

favorite card i have: darkbound souls, closely followed by nightplumes my beloved

other media: nevers109 on ao3

tags: i'll tag characters in my posts or reblogs. luke & kieran share the "twins" tag

#my posts is for my posts

#my mc is for pictures/art of my mc

#my art for my art

#my fics for fics i wrote (fic masterlist here)

#headcanons for headcanon posts

#asks for asks

#lads thoughts for my thoughts on cards/events/etc.

#lads progress for game progress like achievements, pulls, SHC, affinities, etc.

some other tags for sorting like #fem lads and such

all those tags are on this post so it's easy to just click on one and search the blog for that tag

if i ever reblog ai, it was unintentional! please let me know so i can delete it

✌️ thanks bye

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[tokamiart]

An amateur's trick🐦‍⬛🩸

Drew this for the anniversary project on insta💜

[abyssyby]

★₊˚⊹. vacuum baby pit ✧˖°.

the kids love their enabler uncle valko 🍩🍭🧃🍪

i just think valko would love being friends with sylus & sylus also holds him in high regard he just isn’t as open to sharing those thoughts with him 😂 good thing kyros & lucian are the openest books in the world

[abyssyby]

Another funny thing about the SMAUs: Mephisto the willing accomplice!! 😆😆

HEAOIJDOISW he's their telephone fr!! 😂😂

"pisto, what it say?" lucian would wonder, staring at a long message from papa's phone. letters and numbers evenly spaced and curated, but making no sense to the three year old. mephisto flutters down from his perch and lands on the baby's head, ruffling hair and tickling ears as he beats his wings to a stop. his beak opens, and out comes his voice— mellow, slightly flat (sylus is working on that), but clear— "Mission Report Seven-Three-Six. Correspondence: Crow Oh-Six..." lucian frowns. "top. next." "Text from: Ao. The aethercore parts are—" lucian yawns. "next." "Text from: Beloved." "ah, that's mama!" "Lucian is not getting that snake." lucian gasps. "no! what papa say?" "Sent: You're no fun." lucian nods as if he were part of the conversation. "a'mama say yes?" mephisto shakes his head. a new text pops up in the thread, and lucian's eyes light up. "pisto! read, read!" "Text from: Beloved. Lucian, stop reading your father's messages." "how you know!!" he screeches into the phone. glancing around in horror, trying to spot you creeping up on him from the corners of the room. "Text from: Beloved. I'm your mother. I know everything." lucian gapes at his traitorous accomplice and shakes him off his head. "noo, pisto!!" Mephisto squawks apologetically, nuzzles the boy's cheek in good nature and flies off. Just in time to herald sylus's entrance, who picks up both his phone and his squirming son in his arms to take him to meet your judgement.

[healmydesires]

chapter 6 is up 🥰 this and chapter 5 are my faves so far 🩷🩷🩷

[simplymeghana]

grassland romance

not the happiest with this one but it was good practice :)

[qintten]

sylus x reader fluff, suggestive? not really wc. 313

"Sy, you can see other people's desires, right?"

"Mm. Something like that."

Sylus mumbles a reply as he lounges in the sofa next to you, flipping his book. With a huff, you climb on his lap and make yourself comfortable, ignoring the fact that you're now obstructing his view. He lets you encroach his space as he huffs out a soft laugh himself.

"So, like..." You start, feeling shy all of a sudden. "If there's something I wanna try.... in the bedroom..." That finally gets his full attention. He closes his book and raises a brow at you, urging you to continue.

Your bottom lip juts out in a pout, annoyed that he's making you say it. "You know... if... there's something I wanna try... you'd be able to read my mind?"

"We've had sex multiple times, kitten. You're still shy about it?" He teases.

"Sylus!" You smack his chest in retaliation. He rolls his eyes. "Just answer the question, please."

Sylus takes your hand on his chest and brings it to his lips. "Yes, sweetie. I can." He chuckles when you perk up, before he continues, "But for you, I won't."

"What? Why not?!"

"Because," he kisses your cheek, "if there's something you truly want from me," then your forehead, "I would much rather hear you ask for it."

"O-oh. I just... wh- don't laugh, you jerk!"

"I'm not." He wraps you in his arms for a hug, clearly stifling a giggle on your neck. "You just look..." Then, he pulls away to look at you with a content sigh. "Adorable."

You don't even know what face you're making but you can't find yourself to care, not when Sylus looks at you like you're his most beloved treasure (and you are). Your eyes dart away, feeling butterflies in your stomach, even as you continue to pout at him.

"Whatever. Not gonna tell you."

"Don't be like that, kitten. I want to know."

"Too bad!"

"Not even a hint?"

"N- hey, don't tickle me! Sylus, that's cheating!"

[beachbeibi]

Puppy’s first visit to the doc takes a wrong turn

[healmydesires]

CHAPTER 5 IS UP HEHE 🤭🥰🩷 you can read it here 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

[destiny-islanders]

he says you have network connectivity problems :/

[qintten]

❄️ new text from zayne:

[always-just-red]

Just a silly little drabble since I'm not gonna have time for a proper fic this week! Also the banner for this is taking me out lmao SYLUS 😭😭😭

Bad Hair Day

(or, 'literally the best day ever!!' ~ Luke and Kieran)

Sylus x gn!Reader, 650 words.

“Did it hurt, Sylus?”

“When I fell from heaven?”

“When you got struck by lightning.”

Sylus frowns. You snap a picture as he looks up from a data pad, mid-peruse of the news. He’s only mildly perturbed, mind you, not outright confused; the distinction has always been sacred. Confusion implies he’s in the dark, and—morning affairs in digital fine-print before him— Sylus is never, ever, in the dark about anything.

“Lightning, sweetie?” he fishes idly. “I’ll bite. You… felt a spark when you looked at me, hm? There’s electricity in the air?”

You rest your chin in your hand. “Why’re you so convinced I’m making a pass at you?”

“Every word from your mouth is a pass at me, kitten. I’ve learned to live with it.”

“He says, in a whorish silk robe.”

He tuts as he sips at his coffee. “It’s sophisticated.”

Is it sophisticated? “It’s halfway down your shoulder, Sylus.”

With a flicker of a sideways glance, he regards the wine-red silk bunched precariously at the top of his arm. Silk that slips another few centimetres when he shrugs. “Oops.”

Your lips are a thin line as you raise your own mug up to them, making Sylus chuckle. It’s a rich, self-indulgent sound— so hedonistic, so pleased with itself. Silently, you press a few quick buttons on your phone, then thrust it towards him:

The picture you’d taken.

Sylus’s chuckle cuts out like someone has gripped his throat and squeezed.

In the image and in life, his hair is a mess: points jutting out every imaginable angle. It looks deliberate— fixed with gel, spray, or perhaps a spontaneous desire to be a talking point at breakfast— but his eyes are sharp with curiosity as he pats at his head. Is his hair really—? Yes, he can feel it under his hand.

Now that’s confusion, soft-bellied and exposed. You don’t know when you’ll have this chance again, so you take the shots you can, rapid-fire, no mercy:

“You look like you fell asleep in a washing machine. Like you were practicing alchemy, and it blew up in your face. Ooh, ooh! You look like a toilet brush that’s been used to scrub seven million toilets.”

Sylus hums as he pokes a hair tuft. “How… colourful.”

“Seriously, Sy. I know you’re a deep sleeper, but you’d think something was nesting in there, the way that—”

You gasp.

A little preoccupied, Sylus misses the ember. By the time he gazes up, sensing warmth and danger, it’s too late to stamp on it. He tries, anyway. “No. No. Kitten? No.”

…

“Hold still, Sylus!”

Mephisto wobbles on Sylus’s head, hunkering down for stability with a chirp.

“Take your time, sweetie,” Sylus grimaces, claws in his scalp as you take so many more pictures than necessary.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m almost done… try, uh… try to look really grumpy, yeah? Like you wanna kill me. Can you do that, Sy?”

He can’t, actually. He might be bleeding, ridiculed, but there’s light in his eyes as he watches you laugh and fuss over the composition of his downfall. When you say something about the rule of thirds, you catch his lip quirking; he’s trying not to smile.

You lower your phone, grinning. “Okay. I’ve got it.”

Sylus lifts Mephisto from his head— plonking him down on the kitchen counter, then finally, finally, tending to his hair. He mumbles as he smooths it back down, guiding silver-white curls with his fingers: “The things I do for you, kitten. Just make sure the twins don’t see it, hm? I couldn’t care less what they think, but the headaches, oh, they’d never let me hear the end of—”

Across Onychinus’s base, someone shrieks with laughter. Sylus flinches.  

You glance up from your phone, where your group chat with Luke and Kieran is open. “Hmm? Say that again, Sy, sorry, I missed it.”

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[sunsetagain]

Happy 2nd anniversary❤️ Wish you forever freedom, happiness, and a full belly.

[yeovv-r]

Finally i was able to finish 😭😭

[simplymeghana]

happy debut anniversary my dear dragon

[ladywindeepspace]

No Defense Redux - Sylus

Someday I need to let Sylus get his "revenge" on Ari--but it's not this day LOL (don't worry, we know he's right where he wants to be)

Another fic I've had sitting around for a long time that I finally finished.

CW: sub/dom, riding crops, bondage, edging. *MDNI* 🔞

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Ariadne does buy Sylus that riding tack as promised, but when they go to test it out during a weekend at Sylus’s estate, continued tension and frustration cause memories of forgotten dreams to crop up, making for an interesting and intimate push and pull.

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Buying the tack in Valerio was a mistake.

She should have realized after losing to Sylus continuously when they had gone riding on their vacation, but Ariadne just had to open her big mouth and ask for a rematch at Sylus’s estate once they got back home.

Only to have him beat her consistently over and over again.

The frustration built as each race left her at least half a length behind no matter how hard she tried to use the tips Sylus had taught her, no matter how much she begged and urged her horse forward.

And his smug look as he turned toward her at the designated finishing line, posture perfect on the back of his horse made her want to kick him.

“Bad luck again, sweetie. I think we should call if for today.”

“One more.”

He shook his head in disapproval, leaning forward to pat his steed’s neck. “The horses are tired, kitten. We’ll try again tomorrow morning.”

“Fine.” Ari urged her horse into a quick trot back to the stables, Sylus following at a more leisurely pace.

They got the horses back into their stalls and curried, leaving them with a few treats. Ariadne was still seething, especially whenever she looked over at Sylus, realizing just how natural he looked here. And how hot, her mind supplied unhelpfully. His riding jacket had been tossed over a barrel of feed, leaving him in just his fitted vest and rolled up sleeves. The riding pants also left nothing about his strong form to the imagination. His horse nibbled affectionately at his collar as Sylus rubbed him down.

Ari clenched her hands as she heaved the saddle up once her horse was comfortable. “I’m going to clean the tack.”

She carried it back to the tack room and looked for a cleaning cloth.

Sylus joined her soon with his own saddle slung over his broad shoulder.

“This is indeed a good set,” she complimented her, settling his saddle over a stand. “You have a good eye as usual, sweetie.”

She huffed. “Maybe I shouldn’t have picked something so good. It’s just made it harder to beat you.”

“You’re not bad at riding, you’re just trying too hard to win,” he assured her. “You have to let the horse have its head a little. I told you before that control is only truly reachable if the other party consents fully.”

Ari frowned, reaching for the bridle and realizing a riding crop was tangled up in it. She pulled it free and flicked the leather tip of it, imagining it was Sylus’s nose.

A sudden flash of memory hit her, something she hadn’t thought about in a long time. The last time she had lost multiple races against Sylus has also left her spiraling into so much frustration that she had dreamed of taming him instead of the horse.

Heat flushed through her and she smirked a little to herself, glancing over her shoulder as she tightened her grip on the crop.

“So, you’re saying I need to give up control to earn it?”

“Earn trust, then control will come gladly,” Sylus replied. “Force will only get you so far.”

“What about persuasion?”

He chuckled. “Well, you certainly know a thing or two about that, don’t you, kitten?” He continued polishing his saddle. “Just remember that not everyone is as willing to dote on you as I am.”

His back was still turned and she snuck up on him, pulling the crop back before she swatted him across the backside. The sharp crack echoed through the small tack room and Sylus jumped, exhaling with a scoff as he turned to look at her with amusement and something slightly darker glinting in his eyes.

“You really didn’t pay attention to anything I said, did you, kitten?” he chided.

She smirked, pressing the crop up under his chin. “I did, and I respect your methods. But you also annoyed me.”

“So you thought to, what? Punish me?” He reached for the shaft of the crop, pushing it away from him, daring her to do more.

Ariadne felt her breath quicken, caught suddenly in a decision.

She could concede, try to race Sylus again tomorrow and probably lose. Or, she could go with the more entertaining option:

Showing Sylus just how good she was at being in control. Especially when it came to him.

“What’s going through that devious head of yours?” Sylus asked, eyes narrowed with interest, waiting.

She pulled the crop back, slapping it lightly into her hand. “Surely, the leader of Onychinus would respect a well-executed shift of power?”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Oh?”

She lifted her chin. “If I can prove that I can control you, then that’s better than a horse, right?”

A devilish grin curled Sylus’s lips. “Frustrated, kitten?”

Her hands tightened around the crop. “Maybe a little. Maybe I just need to work off some steam?”

“And how do you plan to do that?” His eyes slid to the crop, his tongue just barely grazing the inside of his lower lip suggestively. “Are you planning to ‘put me in my place’?”

Sylus shifted toward her and she instinctively stepped back until her back hit the wall.

She straightened up, forcing herself to meet his eyes boldly, seeing how his pupils quivered with excitement as her audacity.

“You think you don’t deserve to be put in your place every once in a while? Reminded that the world doesn’t actually revolve around Sylus?”

He laughed, eyes narrowing as he leaned closer. “Am I really that self-centered? Tell me then—where is my place in your mind?”

Heat flushed through her, the man’s natural sensuality never failing to stop her in her tracks even when she tried to get the upper hand. Her face flushed in annoyance as she realized he was still playing with her instead of the other way around.

Sylus’s eye glinted. “What do you want, kitten? Say it.” His eye started to glow.

Her mouth was dry, but the growing tension and her frustration forced her to blurt out. “I want you on your knees.”

He pressed closer, his hand landing against the wall above her head, crowding in until she was almost overwhelmed by his heat and the scent of his musk mixed with horse and leather.

“What else?” he coaxed, voice low and cajoling. “Don’t be shy.”

She was unable to keep from looking in his glowing eye, heartbeat picking up as she found herself saying, “I want you to beg.”

He chuckled, eye glowing fiercely as he leaned in, face a fraction from hers. “Then do it, kitten. Make me beg.”

Her hand clenched around the crop and Sylus’s eyes flicked down, amusement showing on his face. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her arm up until the crop was pressed under his chin again.

“Is this how you’ll tame me?”

She tried to pull away, but he only held on tighter, tilting his head back as he gazed down at her from under half-lidded eyes.

“Don’t deny yourself your desire,” he said, low, his voice reverberating in his chest. “I don’t mind you working your frustrations out on me—in whatever way you see necessary.”

Her breath hitched slightly, but she drew her shoulders straight, and used the crop to push him back. Sylus went willingly, an amused light still shining in his eyes.

“Can I trust you not to use your Evol?”

“On my honor.”

She wet her lips. “Kneel,” she finally said, regaining some of her composure.

Sylus knelt, slow and languid. He was still so smug and that made her frustration and annoyance flare again. She turned to grab a length of reins and wrapped it first around one wrist and then the other before yanking his arms above his head, hooking the leather straps to a protruding hook on the wall.

Sylus chuckled. “What’s the matter, kitten? Don’t think you can handle me without tying me up?”

She refused the take the bait, simply smirking as she tapped his cheek with the crop. “Maybe I just like seeing you like that.”

“Oh, well, if that’s the case, I am curious. Will you be successful in your taming this time?”

The teasing tone stopped her. This time… how did he know…

Heat rose to her cheeks, but she shook it off, determined to make this end differently than that dream so long ago now.

“You think I can’t? I know exactly how to make you beg, Sylus. I know what makes you tick.”

She slid the crop down his throat, watching it bob slightly against his adam’s apple. Sylus tilted his head back and Ari continued, trailing the leather tip down his chest and stomach, hearing his breath hitch as she stopped at his belt buckle.

“What’s your next move, sweetie?” he prompted.

She swatted his belly, watching him flinch, inhaling sharply as his brows knit in defiance.

“I’m just curious to see how much you can take,” she said coyly, reaching out to slide her fingers into his hair, tugging as she tilted his head back. She leaned in, getting close enough that her breath slid across his lips but refused to allow contact. She wouldn’t let him have that yet.

“I want to see you desperate and begging by the time I’m done with you,” she whispered, letting her teeth graze his ear, feeling a faint shudder go through Sylus as his breath hitched. She pulled back and pressed the crop up under his chin again, mesmerized by the stretch of his vulnerable throat. She slid the crop down to his collarbone.

“Ambitious,” Sylus smirked. “Show me what you can do, kitten. If you dare.”

The pointed challenge obviously raised her hackles as Sylus had intended. She pulled the crop back and swatted it against his covered nipple.

Sylus grunted, arching slightly. She teased the spot, rubbing pointedly before sliding the crop across his chest to the other nipple.

A light dusting of pink was now visible on Sylus’s cheeks; his lips parted slightly as his breathing began to get slightly uneven.

“Oh? Folding already?” she teased, swatting the sensitive area a little harder.

His breath hitched. “Did you hear me beg, sweetie? I’m not nearly done yet. Or are you just that impatient?”

“Hmm.” She stepped back slightly, and dragged the crop down his stomach, pressing against his fly where his trousers had grown even tighter. Sylus’s fists clenched, the leather straps around them creaking.

“Seems my methods are affecting you more than you want to admit,” she smirked, pressing a little harder as Sylus let out a choked gasp. “Your body can’t lie to me.”

He released a slightly breathless chuckle, tilting his head back. “Play your little game, sweetie. I can take it.”

“Can you?”

Ari pressed the heel of her boot to his inner thigh and shoved his legs further apart. Sylus grunted, back arching slightly as he adjusted his weight.

She teased the crop over his inner thighs, every once in a while cracking it against his flesh. Sylus’s breathing was completely erratic now, flush high on his cheekbones, eyes completely dilated.

“You’re so easy, Sylus,” she teased, sliding the crop just shy of his bulge, before pulling back. “Look how desperate you are already. You’re not even trying to fight my control.”

He growled, pulling a little at the restraints.

She switched him across the ribs in warning.

“If you break the restraints, I’ll have to use your own Evol on you,” she warned.

Sylus’s eyes dilated even further, lips parting.

Ari smirked a little, reaching out to push her thumb against his lower lip, gripping his chin. “Or would you consider that a reward?”

He chuckled and nipped her thumb. Ari slid her first two fingers into his mouth, feeling the heat of his tongue. Her heartrate shot up instantly. She tightened her grip on his jaw and forced his head back, sliding her fingers deeper. Sylus gagged a little, eyes fluttering before he caught her fingers lightly between his teeth, tongue curling sinfully between them.

“See?” Ari whispered. “I know you, Sylus.”

She pulled her fingers away and swatted his cheek with the crop, leaving a reddened mark. She stepped back again, looking him up and down. He was obviously flustered, but he wasn’t anywhere near the wreck she wanted to make of him.

She toyed with the crop, contemplating.

Sylus licked his lips with a smirk, eyeing her. “You wanted to use that on me, right? So use it. Enough of your pitiful little tickles.”

The dare veiled the underlying consent, highlighting the eager glint in Sylus’s eyes. Heat pooled low in Ariadne’s belly, the thought of this powerful man so willingly asking her to take control like this…it was an insane high.

She raised the crop, meeting his eyes before letting it crack against one of his pecs.

Sylus exhaled with a laugh. “You can go harder, sweetie. I’m not fragile. Didn’t you want to get back at me?”

She gritted her teeth at the taunt, and drew her arm back before she realized it, feeling adrenaline rush through her. Was this what she had wanted all along? It wouldn’t do any real damage through his clothes and it would provide a much-needed source of catharsis.

She swatted him again, against his ribs. His breath hitched. She went in again, harder, the pent-up frustration from earlier coming back.

“That’s more like it,” Sylus gasped, his eye glinting as he smirked.

She stopped, suddenly realizing she had inadvertently walked into another of his traps.

He was stalling, getting her riled up so she would be hasty. Let him get under her skin and take control of the situation.

She stood over him, lowering the crop, glaring as he smirked up at her, breathing heavily.

“What’s the matter sweetie? Tired?”

She stepped in and grabbed his shoulder, pushing him fully back against the wall. Sylus grunted, shifting slightly, his back arching.

Ari pressed the crop against his stomach and slid it down, rubbing it teasingly across his lower belly before delivering a sharp swat. Sylus’s lips parted on a small moan he couldn’t hide, hips bucking.

She stopped before she slid it low enough to truly provide stimulation.

“You’re trying to win your way again,” she said dangerously. “I’m not going to let you.”

He chuckled breathlessly, eyes fluttering as he she swatted his belly again.

“I guess you really do need to be taught a lesson.”

She shifted and brought her foot up, pressing the toe of her boot lightly against the bulge of his cock. Sylus stiffened, breath hitching.

She pressed his chin up with the crop again. “Look at me.”

He met her eyes, alight with desire along with a small scrap of defiance left that she was about to erase. “If you beg, I’ll let you come.”

He groaned, hips twitching upward, but she was quick to move her foot, digging her toe into his belly instead. Sylus growled.

“How many times did you beat me in the race today?”

She slid her foot back down between his legs, pressing insistently. Sylus’s eyes fluttered.

“How many times?” she demanded, rolling her foot slowly.

“Uungg, about eight?”

She smiled and nodded, grinding her foot a little more. Sylus tensed, hips bucking as she quickly pulled her foot away.

“That’s right. Eight.”

She settled her foot back on his cock and Sylus groaned, trying to grind up against her before she swatted his hip with the crop. She provided just enough pressure until she felt his muscles tense, his breathing pick up, then she pulled away, leaving him gasping, looking up at her with desperate disbelief.

“Kitten, what are you—”

She settled her foot again. “Oh, what’s that? You don’t like the feeling of being so close and then having it all torn away at the last moment?”

He gasped as she pulled her foot away.

“The adrenaline rush when you think you’re almost there and then the unsatisfactory finish?”

He swore under his breath as her foot pressed into his groin again, trying not to move, but his body was already overstimulated from the constant teasing. The leather binding his wrists creaked as he strained.

“I told you what I want,” Ariadne told him simply. “You know how to end this.”

He groaned. “Ari…ughh...”

She slid the crop under his chin again, forcing him to look up at her with blown eyes, sweat glistening on his flushed face.

“You can say it,” she coaxed.

He growled, hips jerking again.

“Kitten….hah…”

“What’s the matter? Too much pride to say it?”

She rubbed her foot pointedly against him. Sylus’s head fell back with a groan, abdomen clenching in anticipation before she slid her foot to his thigh again, digging her heel in.

“You’re…diabolical.”

“What was that…three times? And remind me how many times I lost against you?”

Another round of bringing him to the edge and Sylus was a wreck.

“A-Ari…uunhh…”

“Use your words. What’s your bargaining chip?”

His eyes slid shut, throat bobbing.

“Ughh…please...”

Heat shot through her body at the sound of his desperate plea. Satisfaction flooded her.

“See? It wasn’t so hard.”

His hips jerked but she pulled her foot away again, leaving him gasping, looking up at her in betrayal.

She finally lowered the crop and reached out with her other hand, fingers sliding across his clavicle and up the column of his throat before slipping her fingers around it, pressing gently as she felt him still, eyes fixed on hers.

“See? You trust me with my hand around your throat. Am I not in full control of you right now, Sylus?”

She applied just a little more pressure, waiting for him to concede.

A guttural moan ripped from his chest, vibrating against her palm. His eyes rolled back slightly, fluttering shut as his hips spasmed reflexively. She glanced down with awed surprise, seeing a damp spot forming on the front of his trousers.

“You—”

His Evol ripped the leather straps binding his hands and he yanked her close, instantly lifting her over one shoulder as he stood shakily.

“Sylus!” She swatted his back with the crop and he reached behind him to grab it, using it to swat her teasingly against the backside.

“Ahh! Sy—"

“You’ve had your fun,” he growled. “Now you’re going to apologize for the mess you made of me properly.” He kicked open the door to the manner, heading straight for the stairs.

“But you didn’t even admit I won!” she protested as Sylus kicked the bedroom door shut behind them.

“Sweetie,” Sylus said as he unceremoniously tossed her onto the bed, already peeling his soiled clothes off. “You already know that you always win when I’m involved.”

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[tokamiart]

Dragon WIP🥹🐦‍⬛

I still haven’t finished anything- why am I so busy lately😭 and now I have to go to sleep🫠