testing the limits ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ a valentines special
genshin men as different s*x tropes
TITLES REVEAL + mini masterlist !! ᡣ—𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅
this mini series will be split into 2 sections !
!!!! some are placed in genshin universe, some in an alternate universe dependent on the trope! I tried to make most of them as gender neutral as I could (dw its still smutty lol), however just an fyi flins and dottore are written with an afab!reader :) !!!!
might add more if time permits me so ! I already have these written out though so this is what I have as of now :)
[LINKS WILL BE ADDED ONCE POSTED!]
FYI !!! these are short fics on each trope, each averaging between 550-700 words PER character :)
comment to be a part of the taglist !!
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ neuvillette || a simple marriage
marriage of convenience, you're in a contractual marriage with the grand duke, neuvillette. it was supposed to be a simple marriage, after year you would divorce, no strings attached. All was well until he finally loses his patience.
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ dottore || exes and messes
exes to lovers, leaving him during his time in sumeru, he finds you again as the doctor. you were tired of his insanity for knowledge and experiments... or were you really? (not implied, but since dottore old asf in genshin lore just think of reader as sum powerful nonhuman being)
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ zhongli || his sweet secretary
boss x secretary, your unbreakable boss, to everyone he was the most infamous gentleman one has ever seen. he maintains professionalism and is extremely respectful, but what if one told you this was all a facade? hiding the true desires he held deeply within.
♡ ——— PART ONE ~`°
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ flins || a hint of aphrodisiac!
classic aphrodisiac trope, you were out with flins fulfilling a request on behalf of nefer. of course with flins' caring behavior he offered to aid you, but what does this ever so sweet fae do when you're suddenly gassed with an aphrodisiac?
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ al haitham || tutor after hours
college tutor!al haitham x rich college student!reader, you were struggling with your lectures. especially with the subject you had most disdain for, and your parents have entrusted a tutor to help you out. he's annoying, brooding, and cold, but one night things shift.
cowon finds the password to her 2nd blog.. yipee ! so sorry for being dead on here, it is my 2nd blog for a reason 😞😞
just letting u guys know that i am fairly active on my main ( @svtcrus ) , and if u guys like reading genshin, jjk content that’s all there since those are the fandoms i write primarily! i might move all my haikyuu dedicated fics to that account there if i begin to draft up quite a few, not so sure yet but ill let u guys know :)
as of now find me at my main if ud like to see more of my writings, i appreciate all the love u guys have given for my haikyuu and lad’s works! im currently working on a valentines mini series over on my main so feel free to check out the masterlist here !
MSBY BLACK JACKALS READ THIRST TWEETS ! (ATSUMU EDITION)
second part of this series! i love to see more of this team <3
[sakusa version]
this fic features…
haikyuu timeskip!spoilers, highly suggestive content (as the title entails), inappropriate language, atsumu keeps getting violated by his teammates, i headcanon sakusa to be fluent in english (argue with the wall), genre: crack, some of these are actual tweets i found lol.
The videos begins with multiple flash shots of Atsumu screaming, Hinata and Bokuto bursting into laughter, and a clip of the camera zooming in on Sakusa’s disgusted face.
- cut scene -
“Hi, we’re the MSBY Black Jackals, and we’re here with Buzzfeed to read your thirst tweets.” The 4 of them say together.
Hinata drums on his chair, “Miyaaaaa Atsumuuuu edition!”
Atsumu smirks at the camera, “I know you’ve all been waiting for this.”
The cameraman speaks up, “Are you excited?”
Atsumu nods enthusiastically, “Hell yeah! I can take this like a champ, unlike Omi-Omi…”. He side eyes the outside hitter, who, in return, flips off the setter—but the video pixelates it for censorship.
Bokuto snorts, “That’s what she said…”
Atsumu chuckles and claps his hands together. “Let’s get started!”
- cut scene -
The crew tosses a phone to Atsumu. He catches it and clears his throat. “Alright, first one…”
“How can I transform into one of those cameras used for volleyball games? Oh to get that view of Miya Atsumu’s dick all up in front of me when he does his sexy low set.”
Atsumu chuckles, “I can practically see you drooling from here, user.”
Hinata wiggles his eyebrows and pretends to hit a spike, “It is a sexy set, Miya.”
Bokuto fakes an animalistic growling noise, “When you get down low and—“
“Oh please, why are we praising Miya for flashing the camera?” Sakusa cuts in.
Atsumu huffs, “I’m not flashing them on purpose!” He then turns to the camera and winks, “Unless you want me to…”
“Barf.”
“Shut yer trap, Omi-Omi!”
Hinata snickers, “Miya, your accent is slipping in…”
His voice is high pitched and whiny as he replies, “No, it’s n—!”, he clears his throat, his voice now two octaves deeper, “No, it’s not.”
Bokuto chuckles, slapping the setter on the back. Atsumu simply passes the phone to him to read the next tweet.
“Funny how I want to throw hands at Inarizaki Miya Atsumu, but at the same time, I want to throw my panties off for MSBY Miya Atsumu.”
Sakusa laughs, actually laughs, for the first time since they started the shoot. His rowdy companions slowly turn to him, eyes blown wide at the rare sight of their stoic teammate showing an ounce of amusement.
Sakusa’s laugh trails off, “Yeah…you were a piece of shit in high school.”
“No, I wasn’t!”
“Yes, you were. Still are.”
Hinata tries to reassure the blond, “Don’t worry, Miya, I thought you were cool.”
Bokuto quips, “Hinata, I thought you couldn’t tell the difference between him and Osamu.”
Hinata’s eyes widen and Atsumu glares at the orange-head, “Seriously, Shoyo?”
Hinata waves his hands dismissively, “I-I-I…”
Atsumu sighs, “You guys keep distracting me! I’m supposed to be replying to these thirst tweets.”
Bokuto holds a hand to his heart, “We are sorry, your highness.”
Atsumu looks at the camera and smirks, “Keep your panties on, ladies. I like to do it with them on.”
Sakusa stares at Atsumu in disgust, the beginning scene of the video making its’ debut as the cameraman zooms in on Sakusa’s revolted expression.
“How do you do it with it on?” Bokuto thinks out loud.
Hinata responds, “I think he means it’s pulled to the side?”
Bokuto’s mouth turns into an animated ‘o’ shape, “Ohhh, or or or he—“
Their pr manager coughs loudly off screen. Sakusa gives their manager a grateful look, mouthing a ‘thank you’.
The other three pout as their conversation is cut short. Bokuto hands the phone to Hinata; he squints his eyes at the screen as he tries to make out the words. He begins to read:
“Have y’all seen Miya Atsumu? If that dick slap his thigh when he walk, I shall listen when he talk.”
Hinata laughs but continues, “The Twitter user reposted themselves saying ‘Sheesh.’ with 18 fucking android emojis.”
Bokuto leans closer to Hinata, “Ooh! Lemme see, lemme see.”
Atsumu grins smugly with his eyes closed in satisfaction, his hand coming up to run through his platinum hair.
Sakusa speaks up, “Stop posing for the edits.”
Atsumu seems to ignore Sakusa’s comment as he faces the camera. “Well in that case, I guess you’ll all be listening to me.”
Hinata snorts, “Proof?”
Bokuto guffaws while Hinata holds his laughter in behind a cheeky smile.
Atsumu’s cheeks flush red at his words, “I ain’t showing you nothin’!”
Sakusa rolls his eyes, “Trust me, we’ve seen enough in the locker room.”
Bokuto hides behind Atsumu and holds his hands up a certain distance to insinuate the length of Atsumu’s…commodity.
Atsumu continues, practically flirting with the camera, “But trust me y’all, it does, indeed, slap.”
Hinata leans his elbow over Atsumu’s shoulder, “Yeah and so does he!”
The sound effect of a turntable skidding plays.
Atsumu flinches away from Hinata, “WHAT???”
Their pr manager stands up quickly from their seat, a horrified expression on their face; the threat of losing their job rushing in their head.
Bokuto is holding a hand over his mouth, the Buzzfeed crew members are exchanging nervous looks, even Sakusa has his eyes wide open.
Hinata realizes his mistake and freezes for a moment before he’s jumping and scuttling around in a panic.
“I-I-I MEAN HE SLAPS—NO, NOT LIKE SLAPS, LIKE SLAPS LIKE SLANG ‘YEAH THAT SHIT SLAPS’ KIND OF SLAP. NOT PHYSICAL ABUSE SLAP I—”, he exhales sharply, “I’M GONNA STOP TALKING NOW!!”
Sakusa snorts and covers his face with his hands, Bokuto has tears in his eyes from how hard he’s holding in his laughter, the MSBY pr manager sits back down, their pale face slowly regaining its color. Atsumu is left with what can only be described as a sea-sick expression, almost constipated. After a few seconds, he remembers how to speak and says:
“Shoyo…what the fuck.”
“I’M SORRY!”
Sakusa opens his palm up, he’s biting his lip to not let a chuckle escape. “Give me the phone, Hinata.”
Hinata wordlessly hands the phone over as Bokuto giggles and places both his hands on Hinata’s shoulders and jumps in place to brighten up the mood.
Atsumu finally laughs a little, rubbing the back of his neck. “Almost caught myself a scandal there.”
“Wouldn’t be the first,” Sakusa mutters as he scrolls to the next tweet he has to read.
“Miya is so fucking hot, I want that man to turn my legs into jello.”
Atsumu grins, “Well well well—“
Sakusa continues reading the tweet, “I’m talking about Miya Osamu btw, aka the better twin.”
Atsumu opens his eyes, “Huh??”
Sakusa snickers, “Finally a tweet I agree with.”
Bokuto raises his hand to cup around his lips and whispers to Hinata, “Here come the SakuSamu shippers…”
Hinata whispers back, “I thought they were called Omigiris…”
The camera crew turns to a very confused Atsumu, “We thought it would be funny to add an Osamu tweet” one of them says.
Atsumu scowls like a petulant child.
Hinata perks up, “Osamu is pretty sexy, ey? In his Onigiri Miya compression shirt too…”
Bokuto nods in agreement, “And that cap? Smash.”
Atsumu whines, “Guyssss, this is supposed to be about meeee!”
“Womp womp.”
“Omiii :(“
Sakusa gives the phone back to Atsumu, who pouts and sticks his tongue out before he grumbles, “Y’all love to bully me, huh? And here I thought we would have deep team bonding conversations.”
Sakusa quirks an eyebrow up, “…at a thirst tweets shoot?”
“It’s personal and vulnerable,” Hinata replies.
“The only vulnerable thing at risk here is my wellbeing,” Sakusa retorts.
Atsumu sighs as he grabs the phone from Sakusa. “I hope the next tweet makes me feel better…”, he mutters.
“I just know that if Miya Atsumu called me a real good boy, it would awaken something in me.”
Bokuto starts barking at that, “Yeah, it awakens that inner dog in me.”
“We are the Black Jackals.” Sakusa comments, matter-a-factly.
“Are they talking about that time you and Kageyama were at that youth camp?” Hinata asks.
Atsumu nods, “I believe so.”
“Then how do they know you said that…?”
Sakusa responds amusedly, “Knowing Tobio, he probably tweeted about it. That man hates Miya.”
Atsumu defends himself, “Hey now, hate is a strong word. Tobio-kun is just jealous that I’m Shoyo’s setter.”
Bokuto, once again, leans in closer to Hinata to whisper, “Here come the KageHina and AtsuHina shippers…”
Atsumu stares right at the camera with a smoldering expression, “User, you’re being a real good boy…”
Bokuto barks again. The video adds a sound effect that makes it sound like a chorus of Bokutos are barking all around.
Atsumu laughs and passes the phone to Bokuto.
“Someone on here said the English equivalent to Miya Atsumu’s Kansai dialect is a country accent. Well then, call me a cowboy the way I’d be riding that man till the break of dawn. #SaveAHorseRideACowboy”
The video adds a cowboy hat and lasso to Atsumu, who pretends to be on a horse. His voice is much deeper as he says, “Yeehaw~”
“Oooh we have international fans!” Hinata speaks excitedly.
Bokuto’s eyes light up at Hinata’s comment, “Oooh, Omi-kun, say something to them!”
Sakusa squints his eyes and raises an eyebrow, “What do you want me to say?”
Atsumu jumps in, “Tell them I’d be happy to let them have a go at this rodeo ride.” He clicks his tongue with a wink.
Sakusa sighs then looks directly at the camera, and says the following in perfect English: “I hope your taste in men improves from what it is now. My condolences.”
Atsumu smiles, completely oblivious to the insult. “Thanks, Omi-Omi.”
Sakusa smiles, an evil little smile. “My pleasure.”
- cut scene -
Atsumu tosses the phone back to the crew, “And that was it! I thoroughly enjoyed the ego boost, minus the parts when the team bullied me.”
“You were a good sport, Miya.” Hinata tells him.
“Thanks, Shoyo. And you’re a horrible speaker.”
Hinata’s face burns scarlet again at the reminder of his misfortunate wording earlier.
“2 out of 4 completed!”, Bokuto exclaims.
“Yes, we’re so close to being done.” Sakusa says, though he looks way too happy and relieved.
SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE MDNI, mainly fluff tho, lots of this is taken/inspired from the new 2.0 update!
note : I spent 3 hours playing the new update and getting into that sylus lore... my goodness he's so sexy. ALSO THE PETNAMES?!?@?@,$$ im weak🧎♀️
◇ his love language: gift giving and physicial touch
gift giving : he's filthy rich, he has so much money he didn't know what to put use on but now that he has you? it's all he ever spends his golden cash on. he will give you his black card because well... "I don't have any use for it, so take it. I'll just use my other card"
physical touch : he thought he wasn't one to be a fan of PDA, however the more he spent time with you the more he was needy for your touch. he found himself loving every time you kissed him, embraced him, or patted his silver hair.
sylus despite still mysterious, you learn more about his true nature as you spend more time together. he finds himself "going soft" whenever it comes to you. or so as kieran and luke say, yet maybe it is a good thing. life was so boring and repititive before, but now with you, he finds himself wanting to stop time.
◇ terms of endearment
Pet names: Kitten, Sweetie, Sweetheart, My love, little miss attitude (to annoy you)
What you call him: Sy, Hon, Baby, My love, bitch and old man (when he annoys you)
you and mephisto become quite the duo (mephisto is lowkey tired of you). whenever sylus is out of the manor and mephisto is not needed, you use the spare time to bond with the bird. you'll ask him questions about sylus, random questions like "chicken or turkey?" just to tease him. however due to your new friendship with the bird, you have stopped eating any type of bird all together as you "feel guilty" you tell sylus.
Sylus will never admit to feeling jealous, he isn't one to succumb nor to be seen as weak. It'll hurt his ego if he admits his jealousy. instead he will make it subtly clear that you are his. a man is talking to you during a banquet? he will announce himself.
"I've been looking for you, sweetie." as he announces himself—and completely ignores the guy you were talking to— making it clear that you belong to him. he wraps an arm around you pulling you close, the seething feeling still not withering away. you can feel a squeeze on your waist, and he looks down at you with a certain glance of annoyance.
in response you smile at him, batting your eyelashes before you softly grab him by the cheek pulling him closer. giving him a quick kiss on the lips for his peace of mind, as you whisper,
"you're cute when you're jealous" this makes his eyebrow quirk, meanwhile you go back to talking business with the now seemingly awkward man who was speaking to you before.
sylus struggles a bit in expressing his emotions, being the leader of onychinus has somewhat desensitized him. so whenever you both get into arguments, it can get slightly difficult on getting your sides across.
but he loves teasing you, loves seeing the way you get annoyed or when you cheeks flush at his antics. it makes his heart flutter, and pride swell.
he also will not fail to compliment you, or say some sort of teasing—and sometimes perverted—comment when he sees you. especially when hes greeted with you dawning his grey sweater that's so big on you it makes you smaller than you already are. the hem of the sweater reaching halfway down your thighs.
"Kitten that is much too big for you" he'll tease, but inside it makes him burn inside. he's mentally scolding himself, but also at the same time thinking innapropriate thoughts of you just because you wore his damn sweater.
you not even baring a second thought, only happily skipping your way to him where he is sat, legs crossed on the couch. glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, with a book placed in his hands. that book was soon thrown aside by him as you situate yourself on his lap. sylus is praying inside that you don't feel the bulge growing under his pyjama pants. but you do, you just don't mention a thing.
"it's so comfy though! i see why you always like wearing it now." you wrap your arms around his neck, meanwhile sylus has a hand on your waist and one on your now more exposed thigh. he's basically encased by you, ruby orbs can't help but stare down and see how his sweater has now risen up on you. allowing him to see the black lace panties peak out, causing him to suck in a breath through bitten lips.
"kitten." sylus's voice has gotten more low and breathless, its a warning for you to stop whatever game you are trying to play.
"what? don't I look good? do you want me to take it of-"
"don't." he cuts you off, and you find your faces milimetres away that cut down to 0 with him slamming his lips onto yours. the hand on your waist now on the back of your head to bring you closer, and you melt beneath him.
on the daily and in public sylus likes to give you quick pecks on the lips to catch you off guard. he'll place a kiss on the back of your hand whenever he finds himself completely enthralled by you.
he likes it when you beckon him to come down, only just to kiss him on the cheek. it's one of the very small ways you can get such an intimidating man to fluster.
behind close doors however, sylus's kisses are more slow, passionate, yet gentle. his large hands will always hold your cheeks or the back of your head. he'll smirk slightly through your kiss whenever its one out of the blue, or as a reward.
sometimes just to spite you he will pinch you by the waist making you gasp. this allows him to push his tongue inside, deepening your kiss. it leaves you begging for more, and blushing profusely.
in conclusion sylus is a loving boyfriend. he's overprotective for obvious reasons, but that doesn't prevent him from going on dates or simply just to spend time with you.
you have unlocked a new side of sylus, and he doesn't mind that. all he wants you to know is that he loves you in a way he simply cannot describe nor tell. you are his most treasured ruby.
summary | sylus sets a time limit for you to retrieve the brooch from him. unfortunately, you don't get it in time no matter how hard you try, but fortunately, it's sylus you're dealing with.
tags | nsfw (smut), fem!reader, mention of handcuffs, vaginal penetration, creampie, 2.9k words
a/n : inspired by his affinity lvl 15 story (?) aka the one where he gets handcuffed to the bed
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“oh,” sylus raises a brow, clearly finding this whole situation amusing. he’s handcuffed to his own bed with you straddling him, teasing him by tracing your index finger over his body. just how cocky were you?
sylus takes a deep breath in. “so you think you’ve got me now, is that right?”
you hum in response, stopping your finger near his abdomen. “think? no, i know,” you reply confidently, letting out a slight scoff. there was no way he could move, so you could find it freely as you pleased. this was the best scenario, and luckily you didn’t fumble it as this was your last attempt before the deadline reached.
unbeknownst to you, it’s not that he couldn’t un-cuff himselfー it’s actually quite offensive that you think that. it’s more of him wanting to see how far you would go if he wasn’t going to intervene, because it’s fun. how adorable you look thinking you’ve won, how eager you look to finally win against him in something. and so, he watches. eyes locked onto your every action and reaction as you try to find the hidden brooch.
you start at the top of his robe near his neck, your hand making it’s way down, slowly feeling for any small and hard object. you pat at the material rested on his chest, but still no sign.
sylus gives you a small smirk, and you narrow your eyes. you didn’t exactly trust him per se, even if he promised to keep his word. what if this was just a trick? what if he was just toying with you? what if he didn’t have the brooch?”
“are you sure the brooch is even on you?” you questioned. his growing smirk was only making you more suspicious by the minute.
“accusing me, kitten?” he asks, feigning disappointment. “you haven’t even finished looking.”
you roll your eyes at his words, mumbling a small whatever under your breath as you continued looking for the brooch. you smoothed your palm down his robe, patting around his waist. still nothing.
you were getting desperate at this pointー you were almost there. this was the best effort you’ve made so far, and you weren’t going to let your plan fail so easily. you swallow, trailing your hand further down his robe, albeit hesitantly. your hands were at his thigh, the thin material the only thing separating your skin with his.
mentally shaking your head to snap out of your thoughts, you continue feeling for where the brooch might be.
suddenly, you feel something hard. it’s hard, no mistake, but it was far from small.
…that’s definitely not the brooch.
“i’d be careful where you’re touching,” sylus speaks, his voice almost making you jump as you retracted your hand quickly. a tinge of red spreads across your cheeks, and you try to defend yourself.
“shutー quiet,” you stuttered. “i didn’t mean to, okay? sorry,” you apologized, breathing out as you tried to maintain your composure. focus on the goal, you repeated to yourself over and over again. you meet his eyes for a split second, and god, you want to wipe that smirk off his face.
he lets out a breathy chuckle, watching you get distracted as you panicked to look for the brooch.
as you get to the bottom, of his robe, you find absolutely nothing. where else could he had hidden it? he had to have it with him… that was a rule, right?
“i swear, you’re playing with me,” you accused, defeated. how was this possible? you set everything up perfectly, and the one thing you couldn’t do was find the broochー despite being able to check him freely? “be honest, is it really on you or not?” you asked, squishing his cheeks together with your hand so he looks at you.
“oh, look at that,” he states, ignoring your question before tilting his head up slightly, glancing at the clock, then back to you.
“time’s up.”
you hear a soft click, your head snapping to the sound of the handcuffs unlocking as you let your hand fall.
your body moves instinctively, feet touching the floor as you push yourself off his bed to make your escape.
…only for him pull you back and throw you onto the bed, landing with a soft thud against his pillow. you try to lift yourself up again, but your wrists get pinned by his larger handsー all the more making it hard to move. you start to squirm a little, but decide it’s of no use.
“you really are naive,” sylus sighs, shaking his head in disappointment. how you thought a pair of poorly made handcuffs were supposed to restrict him was beyond comprehendible. “since you didn’t find it in time, i get to have my way with you.”
“whatever, justー just get on with it.” you roll your eyes, trying to act nonchalant, but you can’t help the sudden wave of pleasure that shoots through your body at his words.
complying, he slams his lips against yours, the kiss filled with hunger and greed. the kiss was far from sloppyー he made sure you felt everything, both physically and emotionally, very calculated. his tongue darts out to swipe against your bottom lip, and you gasp.
he takes this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, the wet sounds of making out filling his room as he continued to french kiss you.
removing his hand from one of your wrists, he opts to grip your waist instead, subtly pushing your shirt higher and higher, until your bra was exposed.
you shouldn’t be enjoying this. yet here you were, squirming under him as your thighs rubbed against one another, eager to feel any sort of stimulation. his mouth felt so warm as he continued kissing you, and so did the atmosphere.
feeling the movement of your thighs, he lets go of your other wrist, spreading your legs apart before slotting himself in between them, his crotch flushed against you. he doesn’t break the kiss once, letting you grind onto his hardened bulge to relieve yourself.
“sylus,” you breathed out, pushing him away gently to catch your breath. you panted softly, a string of saliva connecting the both of your lips as he pulled back.
“what, kitten?” he leans back smugly, admiring how red your lips were. all his doing, of course. “you can’t even handle a bit of kissing?”
“that was not a bit of kissing,” you retorted, looking away. you noticed your clothes were starting to stick onto your skin, presumably from the heat. you start to slowly unbutton your shirt one by one, but he’s not having any of that.
he smacks your hand away, ripping open the shirt like it was paper, some buttons popping off. you couldn't even protest as he pulled your bra down, exposing your tits.
"what the fuck, sylus! that was my favorite shirt," you scolded, furrowing your brows. it was one of the few shirts you decided to splurge on after contemplating for a long time, and the fact that he just tore it like that...
"how much?" he questions, squeezing one of your tits.
"what? like, a little over a hundredー"
"insignificant," he cuts you off, latching onto one of your nipples. he already knew whatever value you said wouldn't matter much to himー he could buy you a million of those shirts and there wouldn't be a single dent to his bank account.
he continues to suck and fondle, alternating between each tit to give them equal attention. he bites occasionally, each time making you gasp. you thread your fingers through his hair, pulling every time he sucked or bit too hard.
after what felt like hours, sylus finally pulls off you with a pop, staring at the red marks, shining with his saliva around your tits. even better that it's from his doing. he lets out a satisfied sigh.
"don't... look at me like that," you whisper, covering his eyes, feeling slightly embarrassed.
he lets out a breathy chuckle, bringing your palm to his lips to kiss it. "you're getting shy now? you weren't earlier when you were touching me all over," he points out, pulling your pants and underwear off in one clean motion.
"and don't think i forgot when you brushed against my..."
"that's 'cause i was looking for the brooch!" you argued, letting out a defeated sigh. "...just fuck me already."
"it's interesting that you think you're in any position to make demands." he flips you over onto your hands and knees, giving your ass a loud slap, resonating throughout the room. "ass up, don't take your own sweet time."
you clicked your tongue at his attitude, but did as he told anyway. as much as you didn't want to admit it, you were eager. the last time the both of you had sex, he fucked you until you were on the brink of tears, moaning and drooling into his pillows that he had to change them after. it was amazing, to say the very least.
sylus shifts behind you, undoing his robe and getting rid of his boxers quickly. his cock stands erected, large obviously, and it's clear he's already been hard since the beginning. even if you don't turn around to look, you knew just how much pre-cum was leaking from his cock as he rubs the coated tip between your embarrassingly wet folds. so much so that you didn't even need any preparationー not even his fingers to spread your pussy open.
he gives your ass another slap again, before guiding his cock into your tight entrance. your pussy stretches around him to accommodate his girth, instinctively clamping down the moment it entered.
"ngh, sylus," you moan, fingers gripping onto his sheets, pillows, anything you could grab on to as he pushed more of his inches into you. you'll never get enough of how big he feels inside you, the empty space previously now filled to the brim with his cock, stretching you out to mold your insides to the shape of him.
"fuck... always so fucking tight, huh?" sylus exhales, bottoming out inside you. though, there was still some of his length left that your cunt couldn't take in. "this cock is too big for you."
you whined in response, spreading your legs further to take more of him in comfortably, but you could barely do so from how filled you were. there was simply no space inside you.
"aw, too much for you, kitten?" he mocks. pulling back to leave only his tip in, before slamming his entire length back into you.
"shutー ahー up!" you cry out as you jerk forward from the sheer force of his thrust. his hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you back to meet each thrust of his cock. you should've known he was only going to go faster, his seemingly sweet and slow pace disappearing the moment he starts pounding into you at rapid speeds. his balls were hitting your clit every time he pushed his cock in, sending jolts of pleasure through you.
your sounds get louder and louder each time he fucks into you, so much so that you have to bury your face into the pillow to muffle your moans. it was going to happen againー his pillows stained with drool.
he slammed his hips against your ass harder, hoping to elicit more sounds from you. "sylus... mmph!" you moan, his name coming out unclear from how muffled you were.
"hmm?" he hums in question, pulling your hair to lift your face off the pillow. "who said that you could hide your pretty sounds?"
sylus pulls out before flipping you over again, this time taking a few seconds to admire your fucked out state. your face was flushed, half-lidded eyes and drool dribbling down the side of your mouth. he doesn't think he's ever seen a prettier sight.
"you're drooling," he points out, using his thumb to wipe some of it away. well, you knew that, but you don't care, because at this point, all you can think about is his cock. you've never been more grateful to him, more thankful that you met him, as he pushes his cock into you once more.
your walls feel so good around him, he has to take a brief breather before starting to thrust. such a tight cunt, he thinks again, because it's trueー he's never fucked this good of a pussy. wrapping around him so warmly, clenching onto him in all the right ways. he could die happy like this. he could die happy with you.
"fuck me, fuck meー fuck me," you beg, snapping him out of his thoughts. you push up against him, trying to move on your own, to take more of him in, to just do something. the lack of stimulation was killing you.
"stop," he hisses, gripping your thigh to stop you. "you're going to hurt yourself. let me do it."
and then he starts again, fucking you with so much vigor that you mentally question just how much stamina he actually has. he never lets his pace falter from then onwards, railing you as the bed starts to move along to his movements.
with no pillow to bury your face in, you couldn't hide your moans even if you wanted toー exactly what he wanted. you were screaming, "harderー fuckー yes! right there!"
"so noisy in bed," he groans, hands reaching up to intertwine your fingers with him. a small and sweet gesture, the complete opposite of how roughly he was ramming his cock deep inside you. repeatedly, at that same exact spot that had your eyes rolling backwards. if anyone was outside his doorー hell, not even outside his door, maybe even at a few rooms away, they would definitely still be able hear you.
you wrap your legs around his waist tightly, feeling your orgasm approaching sooner than you thought. "sylus, i wannaー make me cum, please!"
no, he wanted to say. this wasn't your reward, you didn't even find the brooch. but he couldn't. because he was close too.
sylus wasn't going to deny you even if you didn't ask so nicely, even if you demanded him to. he knows the exact look on your face as you cum, and it's the same, perfect, expression that he loves so much each time. at your request, he lets go of one of your hands, dipping his fingers into your mouth before trailing down to rub circles around your clit.
unnecessary? yes, you were already soaking wet. just for good measure, he thinks. besides, you looked sexy with your mouth wrapped around his fingers, almost struggling with how much larger his digits were.
you start squirming, squeezing his hand tighter as he continues thrusting while rubbing, a deadly combo. "fuckー thaaat's it, be a good girl and cream on my cock."
"oh myー sylus!" you scream out his name as your orgasm hits you, eyes rolling back, nails digging into his hand, and your back arches off the bed. your pussy starts tightening and spasming around him like a vice. he feels you get so much, so much wetter that his cock almost slips out of you as he pulls back.
"such a sweet expression," he groans at the sight, pushing your legs back as he tries to angle his cock deeper into you. you try to close your legs from sensitivity, but he simply won't let you, not when he's so close to cumming.
"ohー yes, fuuuck..." he throws his head back with a final snap of his hips, his cock pulsing inside you as he pumps your pussy with cum, his thick load of semen coating your insides with warmth.
coming down from his high with a few more weak spurts of cum, he lets his head fall back down, a contented sigh as he pulls out slowly with a loud squelch. you whimper at the sensitivity, but also at the loss of his cock. his load takes a few seconds to dribble out, thick and creamy, leaving a trail down to your ass.
"satisfied?" he tilts his head, letting your legs down. "seems like you're done for tonight."
"yeah," you breathe out in exhaustion, feeling his hand caress your cheek. "the brooch," you paused, suddenly remembering.
"where is it, and... what's the actual punishment?"
sylus looks at you amused, reaching over to his robe tossed somewhere on the floor, unpinning the brooch before holding it towards you. "looking for this?"
you widened your eyes. how could it have been in his robe? you literally searched everywhereー
"i know what's going on in that little head of yours," he sighs, opening your palm to put it in your hand. "you got distracted, remember? you brushed past it and didn't even notice, kitten."
you groaned in frustration, mad at yourself that you didn't even notice. you basically just accused him for nothing.
"...and the actual punishment? for not getting the brooch in time?"
"no punishment," he states smugly, watching your lips part in disbelief.
"seriously? i put in a lot of effort into these plans you know!" you smack his chest lightly. "i can't believe you."
"i'd say you gained a lot more than you lost," he says as a matter-of-factly, eyeing the white mess oozing out of your cunt.
its late in the night and sylus is growing in frustration at your absence.
note: made this quick fluff of sylus being a big softie for reader. enjoy :)
it was 3 in the morning and sylus has been pacing around the empty penthouse with a burning feeling of worry and frustration. he’s had his crow look out for you for the past hour. you were supposed to be home by midnight. you promised him.
how can his crow not find you at this time out of all times?! the sound of sylus’s hands slamming on the marble countertop echoed. the workers would’ve fled away scared shitless if they had witness his current mood, and only you could calm him down. his weakness. the leader of onychinus has a weakness and that’s been one of his greatest worries.
because now that he has a weakness. a person, someone he loves, a person with nothing but a sweet gentle nature. you. you can be the target to any enemy, you can die at any—
“Damnit!” now it was a fist hitting the hard surface. to any person this would hurt immediately, but the adrenaline and overwhelming stress he has over you is clouding his rationality. he couldn’t wait anymore, he began making his way to the door grabbing his jacket in haste.
however he’s halted at the sound of the door beeping and the sound of gears moving fill out the deafening silence. suddenly his jacket was on the floor, and sylus finds himself nearly running to the entrance.
“where the hell have you been?!” you’re caught off guard from taking your shoes off, the deathly grip on your shoulders makes you grimace. however you’re drunk out of your mind to be the rational one in this situation.
“owwieeee~” you slur, looking up with your cheeks still pink from the alcohol you’re faced with your lover having the most expressive expression you’ve ever seen. his brows are furrowed, and his lips are biting back the seething frustration that’s threatening to spill out in hurtful words.
“sy… m’hurts.”
“ah, sorry—” tripping over the step, you fall onto his chest. causing him to catch you, and wrap his strong arms around you. this embrace finally settles his nerves, he can finally realize that you are here and you’re safe. and the sigh of relief that leaves his mouth gives you a slight breeze to the top of your head making you giggle.
“babyyyy~ i missed youu” this drunken state of you dissipates any residual of negativity from sylus. he finds himself smiling while you jump to wrap your arms around his neck, he bends down slightly so your feet touch the ground and his hands on your waist is more gentle.
you’re laughing and showering him in kisses now, and he can’t help but feel his neck turn hot from your love.
“okay you drunkie, let’s eat some fruits and a glass of water to sober you up.” a larger hand is on your cheek, bringing you closer to place a quick kiss on your lips. god you will be the death of him.
“carry me.” you pout, and sylus’s eyes widen at your request. he looks at you with clarity, and you puff your face at him making him chuckle.
“okay okay, come here.” next thing you knew you were off from the ground and carried bridal style by your darling of a boyfriend. just being in his arms has cleared your state of mind.
“I love you.” is all you murmur, snuggling closer to him taking in his scent. he places another kiss on your forehead.
“I love you too.” you may be his greatest weakness. you may have changed how sylus usually takes on certain situations. however as long as you’re in his arms, then he’s reassured that everything is gonna be okay.
SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE MDNI, mainly fluff tho, lots of this is taken/inspired from the new 2.0 update!
note : I spent 3 hours playing the new update and getting into that sylus lore... my goodness he's so sexy. ALSO THE PETNAMES?!?@?@,$$ im weak🧎♀️
◇ his love language: gift giving and physicial touch
gift giving : he's filthy rich, he has so much money he didn't know what to put use on but now that he has you? it's all he ever spends his golden cash on. he will give you his black card because well... "I don't have any use for it, so take it. I'll just use my other card"
physical touch : he thought he wasn't one to be a fan of PDA, however the more he spent time with you the more he was needy for your touch. he found himself loving every time you kissed him, embraced him, or patted his silver hair.
sylus despite still mysterious, you learn more about his true nature as you spend more time together. he finds himself "going soft" whenever it comes to you. or so as kieran and luke say, yet maybe it is a good thing. life was so boring and repititive before, but now with you, he finds himself wanting to stop time.
◇ terms of endearment
Pet names: Kitten, Sweetie, Sweetheart, My love, little miss attitude (to annoy you)
What you call him: Sy, Hon, Baby, My love, bitch and old man (when he annoys you)
you and mephisto become quite the duo (mephisto is lowkey tired of you). whenever sylus is out of the manor and mephisto is not needed, you use the spare time to bond with the bird. you'll ask him questions about sylus, random questions like "chicken or turkey?" just to tease him. however due to your new friendship with the bird, you have stopped eating any type of bird all together as you "feel guilty" you tell sylus.
Sylus will never admit to feeling jealous, he isn't one to succumb nor to be seen as weak. It'll hurt his ego if he admits his jealousy. instead he will make it subtly clear that you are his. a man is talking to you during a banquet? he will announce himself.
"I've been looking for you, sweetie." as he announces himself—and completely ignores the guy you were talking to— making it clear that you belong to him. he wraps an arm around you pulling you close, the seething feeling still not withering away. you can feel a squeeze on your waist, and he looks down at you with a certain glance of annoyance.
in response you smile at him, batting your eyelashes before you softly grab him by the cheek pulling him closer. giving him a quick kiss on the lips for his peace of mind, as you whisper,
"you're cute when you're jealous" this makes his eyebrow quirk, meanwhile you go back to talking business with the now seemingly awkward man who was speaking to you before.
sylus struggles a bit in expressing his emotions, being the leader of onychinus has somewhat desensitized him. so whenever you both get into arguments, it can get slightly difficult on getting your sides across.
but he loves teasing you, loves seeing the way you get annoyed or when you cheeks flush at his antics. it makes his heart flutter, and pride swell.
he also will not fail to compliment you, or say some sort of teasing—and sometimes perverted—comment when he sees you. especially when hes greeted with you dawning his grey sweater that's so big on you it makes you smaller than you already are. the hem of the sweater reaching halfway down your thighs.
"Kitten that is much too big for you" he'll tease, but inside it makes him burn inside. he's mentally scolding himself, but also at the same time thinking innapropriate thoughts of you just because you wore his damn sweater.
you not even baring a second thought, only happily skipping your way to him where he is sat, legs crossed on the couch. glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, with a book placed in his hands. that book was soon thrown aside by him as you situate yourself on his lap. sylus is praying inside that you don't feel the bulge growing under his pyjama pants. but you do, you just don't mention a thing.
"it's so comfy though! i see why you always like wearing it now." you wrap your arms around his neck, meanwhile sylus has a hand on your waist and one on your now more exposed thigh. he's basically encased by you, ruby orbs can't help but stare down and see how his sweater has now risen up on you. allowing him to see the black lace panties peak out, causing him to suck in a breath through bitten lips.
"kitten." sylus's voice has gotten more low and breathless, its a warning for you to stop whatever game you are trying to play.
"what? don't I look good? do you want me to take it of-"
"don't." he cuts you off, and you find your faces milimetres away that cut down to 0 with him slamming his lips onto yours. the hand on your waist now on the back of your head to bring you closer, and you melt beneath him.
on the daily and in public sylus likes to give you quick pecks on the lips to catch you off guard. he'll place a kiss on the back of your hand whenever he finds himself completely enthralled by you.
he likes it when you beckon him to come down, only just to kiss him on the cheek. it's one of the very small ways you can get such an intimidating man to fluster.
behind close doors however, sylus's kisses are more slow, passionate, yet gentle. his large hands will always hold your cheeks or the back of your head. he'll smirk slightly through your kiss whenever its one out of the blue, or as a reward.
sometimes just to spite you he will pinch you by the waist making you gasp. this allows him to push his tongue inside, deepening your kiss. it leaves you begging for more, and blushing profusely.
in conclusion sylus is a loving boyfriend. he's overprotective for obvious reasons, but that doesn't prevent him from going on dates or simply just to spend time with you.
you have unlocked a new side of sylus, and he doesn't mind that. all he wants you to know is that he loves you in a way he simply cannot describe nor tell. you are his most treasured ruby.
