one of the most evident guilty pleasures that sylus has is when you're working, one of his biggest hobbies include watching you. the fact that you're nestled against the couch, filing a report with an utmost concentration. it just... makes you look so fucking hot, and cute. there is something insane about the way you're completely immersed in whatever you're doing, that you blur the world around you.
"sweetie, do you know i've been here for the past thirty minutes?" he tilts his head, fondling one of the plushies you bagged with him last week.
"just give me five more minutes, sylus." you don't even look up, typing off something he has no interest to know about. he just likes how invested you are. "oh, is that so?" he repeats, voice low in a way that is definitive of your attention. your eyes pry away from the laptop screen as you meet his warm, endearing... and slightly crazy gaze.
"what do you want?" you chuckled, sliding the laptop off your lap.
he slowly pats his thigh, the kind of gesture one uses to call a cat. you're his beautiful little fierce house cat anyway.
you're quick to be off to your feet, walking to him and settling on his lap. his hands guide you, manhandle you but... gently. to let you splay on his chest, all cradled up like a newborn. "you work so hard, you should join onichynus instead."
you roll your eyes, "mmm, nope."
he has asked you this countless times, he knows the answer and yet... he only asks the question again to make sure you know you always have a home. when the worst happens, you always have somewhere to go. a shelter that is non-judgemental, non-caring about whether you're a good person or a bad person. all that matters is you're sylus' person.
"i could pay you so much more..."
"sylus, i have your credit card saved on my apple pay." you squint. honestly money has become something you least care about, ever since sylus has greeted your life with luxuries you couldn't comprehend. in a way, his hoarding skills have doubled ever since you're here too. he is always nesting -- or rather, making the onichynus base alluring enough for you to call it your permanent home. who wouldn't do that for their one and only?
"ha ha ha ha..." his melodious chuckle echoes through your apartment, you purr at that sound, leaning against him further and listening to the heartbeat you love oh-so-fondly. "true." he nods, kissing your forehead deeply.
"mm... besides, what if i join onichynus and i piss you off... or betray you in someway, wouldn't you swoosh swoosh swoosh me into dust with your evol?" you're only teasing, but it makes him crestfallen.
"even if... you ruin me. i would never swoosh swoosh swoosh you. my god kitten- it's time you keep your mouth shut." he scoffs. rolling his eyes and hugging you tight enough to erupt a laughing-squeal from you.
"now your punishment is hug-jail." he grumbles, peppering your face with weighted kisses, smirking while your giggles echo.
xavier likes that his shy girl is quiet in bed â mdni
you were soft-spoken in every sense of the word, and xavier adored that about you. he loved the way you shrank under attention, the way your voice dipped into shy mumbles when nerves got the better of you. he loved how easily you gave yourself awayâhow warmth bloomed through you at the smallest, most trivial embarrassment, heat he could feel every time you flushed.
but what xavier loved most about you, his shy girl, was how quiet you were even when speared on his cock.Â
most men would be deterred by this. their ego would take a blow if they heard how quiet you were, but xavier? it made him crazy. made his cock throb and ache. it made him want to ruin you.Â
because itâs not that you were muteâyou made noise, but they werenât the same moans youâd hear in porn. they were the cutest little squeaks and whinesâprecious gasps and whispers of his name. tiny pleas that heâs trained his ear to hear since they always come out so breathless and dulled.
it undoes him. your sweet, protective boyfriendâthe one that orders for you, the one that never judges you for being so timid, the one that takes you home the second he sees an inkling of overstimulation or discomfortâisnât so sweet in bed because all he wants⊠all he needs is to pull those noises out of you. fuck you till youâre reduced to mush, tears and squeals.Â
it always starts the sameâhe feels your heat, sees your pupils dilated, senses the restlessness. then he initiates. heâs gentle at first, caressing your face and working his lips into yours like heâs trying to warm you up. his hands cup your tits through the fabric of your shirt, eliciting a tiny gasp for you.
and honestly, the sound alone is enough to turn him into a monster.
a monster that tears at your clothes until youâre both left in nothing but underwear. a monster that pushes you back onto the bed and drinks you inâyour chest heaving, your lips swollen and parted. a monster that shreds your underwear without hesitation, savoring your startled whine before murmuring promises of buying you more.
âyou okay, angel?â he pants, the question breaking through once the haze lifts just enough for him to worry heâs gone too far.
but you nod, a wobbly smile tugging at your mouth as you whisper, ââm okay⊠keep going, please?â
xavier canât hold himself back, pulling out his cock and tapping it against your hardened clit and watching you jolt underneath him.Â
âso fuckinâ cuteâŠâ he mutters, pressing into you with a hiss. âand so fuckinâ t-tight, god, honey. doesnât matter how many times i fuck this pretty pussy, youâre always gonna be so, so tight.â
your eyes squeeze shut, brows knitting together as pleasure takes overâmaking the prettiest face xavier has ever seen, and ever will. your expression says more than your voice ever could, the barely audible whines slipping past your lips as he pushes through the resistance and sinks fully into you.
he bottoms out with a groan, the tip of him brushing your cervix. a sharp, pained gasp tears from your throat as your walls clamp around him, tight and reactive, holding him there like you donât want to let go.
he waits for your okayâhe always doesâand when you nod, slightly arching your back off the bed in silent permission, he grunts happily. he pulls out of you slowly, making you feel every inch of him leave your pussy till only a single inch remains and then pushes back into you. faster than his first thrustâ harder.
âxavieâŠâ you whimper and it makes him throb. from his head to his dick to his toes, he throbs. his name sounds so precious, so pretty when it falls meekly out of your mouth. heâd have to be ill to be immune to it.Â
âfuck, angel, you feel so goodâso perfect. all for me.â he groans, snapping his hips harder, watching the last of your nervousness melt away. he knows thatâs why youâre so quietâwhy youâre so shy about being loud. he knows how easily embarrassment creeps in, even when you have no reason to feel it.
but he doesnât care. you could be silent the whole time and he wouldnât care.Â
because your pretty face says it all. your slack jaw, the drool slipping down your face, your eyes crossing beneath knitted brows, they all scream one thing:
it feels so fucking good.Â
and he knows when youâre close. your walls flutter and spasm around him like crazy and you canât seem to find a place for your hands. they fall flat on his abdomen, then trail up to his chest, then back at your sides where they fist at the sheets. you get a little noisierâthough barely. your breaths turn labored, a cute squeak slipping out with every thrust as you pant, murmuring a ghost of his name between shaky exhales.
and you completely shatter when he urges you on, cooing, âgo on ân cum fâme, honey. soak my cock like a good girl.â
itâs too muchâyou canât ever resist being praised like that. your stomach stirs and static fills your already-fuzzy brain as you clamp around him and cum. your arousal soaks him beautifully, leaving a milky-white ring around the base of his cock.Â
the cock that fucks you through your orgasm while you whimper his name, softlyâgently, like a mantra. like itâs the only word you know and it drives him crazy. it makes his hips stutter, his moans grow louder, a whiny, âbaby, âm cumming,â spilling past his lips.Â
then youâre full, cum flooding your pussy and spreading warmth through your body. he collapses on top of you, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck with his length still trapped between your messy, worn walls. he lays a few lazy kisses against your pulse point and his lips spread into a smile against your skin when he feels you gasp.Â
his lips trail up to your jaw, then your cheek, before his cobalt blue eyes meet yoursâsoft, adoring. âyou always sound so pretty, angel,â he murmurs, voice like a vow, and then he seals the words with a gentle kiss to your lips. âĄ
kit says⊠um helloâŠ. i hope this is good LMAO. only proofread like once and based off this request!
I have to get my tonsil snatched out. Recover y is gonna suck butt. I won't be able to talk for a week and I can't have real food :,(
What about Poly snowcrow taking care of mc after tonsil surgery? But even though she's in pain and can't talk she is HORNY and is all grumpy because she can't get the good good.
sorry this took me so long babe i hope you feel better
"I don't think she likes it." Sylus remarks after you once again hold up a frowny face on the notepad Zayne had given you.
"It's better than the texting." He remarks, adjusting the mountain of pillows Sylus had laid you on. To that, you draw a question mark, shoving it in his face. You swear he smirks as he gently pushes it away.
"You're supposed to be resting. You can't do that if you're on your phone all day. Watch some tv instead." He hands you the remote, kissing the top of your head when you pout, clearly displeased.
"Don't worry, sweetie. I'll be here to keep you company while Nurse Zayne makes your soup." You sigh, resting your head on his broad shoulder. He turns on your favourite show and you hold back your complaining.
A part of you feels guilty that you're being such a brat about this. You really should be grateful that they'd managed to find the time in their equally busy schedules to nurse you back to health. It's irrational how annoyed you are.
Unfortunately, all rationality had gone out the window when Zayne had told you that sex was off the table till you're healed.
You moan too much, apparently. After all, the strain on your throat is hardly conducive for healing. Sylus had chuckled hearing this, to which you'd glared at him. You continued glaring as the days had dragged on. Zayne had remained firm in his declaration, and it hadn't helped that he just looked so sexy when he worried.
With a glance to confirm Zayne is still occupied at the stove, you quickly draw a sketch of the three of you, shoving it in Sylus's face. He peers at it, then looks at you with an all too knowing grin.
"Is that supposed to be us? How adorable. We'll put it on the fridge later, alright sweetie?" Your jaw clenches. He knows what you want. But Sylus loves to make you beg.
You open your mouth to put an end to your suffering but Sylus is quick to press a finger to your lips.
gn reader, silly fluff
its cold in my room. i want sylus...
"Syluuussss, I'm cold," you complain, slumping backwards over the arm of your plush chair with a dramatic huff.
Sylus hums, raising his eyebrows while keeping his eyes on his tablet. "Mm. You want me to turn the heat up, sweetie?" He responds absentmindedly, scrolling through a report. You glare at him for his preoccupation, but given that his attention is preoccupied, he doesn't see it.
"No." you grumble, letting your hair flip up towards the ground. You stare at Sylus upside down, waiting for him to look at you, like an impatient cat. It takes a few seconds, but he does, giving you his signature smirk.
"What, are you bored?" He's obnoxiously entertained at your expense, and you furrow your brow more to send a message. "That's not an answer, kitten." Stupid Sylus. He goes back to reading his stupid report.
You sit up, groaning in annoyance. He ignores you, but that's not going to impede you any longer. You grab a fluffy blanket from the couch and march over to him, taking one of his hands and making it let go of his tablet, and using the opening to situate yourself in his lap.
Sylus holds his hands up in mock surrender, one still holding the tablet, amusedly watching you settle against him in his armchair. You burrow your face into the crook of his neck, pressing your chest tight against his and haphazardly enveloping the blanket around your shoulders. You wrap your arms snugly around his torso and settle your legs on either side of his, now stubbornly attached to him.
He chuckles, adjusting the blanket to drape it properly over your form. "Happy?" He asks, and you nod against him, refusing to move your head away from where you were comfortable.
He returns to reading his report with you wrapped around him, unfazed by the new development. He slowly rubs his warm palm in circles against your back from time to time, enjoying the way he can feel you melt against him.
You're his kitten, warm and safe, enclosed in his embrace. Just as it should be.
summary: Sylus had a little too much to drink and asks you a silly question.
warnings: alcohol consumption, fluff (and a whole lot of it), some suggestive comments but it's more of sylus being a flirt
word count: 2,728
a/n: i tried to make it clear that sylus is not an alcoholic lmao, he just had a little bit too much to drink!
âAre you gonna try and stop him orrrr,â a muffled voice asks, words echoing through the hallway. Just outside the office room of the Onychinus base, Luke and Kieran peer their heads inside to observe the white-haired man who had just stood up from his black leather chair.
They technically werenât spyingâat least they wouldnât define it as spyingâthey were simply watching over their boss! Their gaze followed the man in question as he walked to the other end of the room, grabbing an unopened bottle of liquor.
âHell no. Do you remember the last time we told him to cut back?â Kieran whispered.
âThat time he kicked us out of the base for the night or the time before thatâor the time before that-" Luke rambled before being cut off.Â
âAll of them, Luke! All of them! You know better than to mess with the boss man when a drink is in his hand.â Just as Luke was about to retort, a voice cut through the brief silenceâfreezing the boys in their places.
âI can hear you guys, you know,â Sylus turns his head in the direction of the door, a look of annoyance twisted with amusement forming on his face. âYou boys arenât exactlyâŠquiet.â
The door to the room slowly opened as the twins made their way inside, heads hanging low. Luke and Kieran donât respond to him immediately, patiently waiting for whatever scolding was to followâ-yet they were only met with silence. With a quick glance up towards Sylus, the twins were met with a glare of disappointment.
âWe're sorry, Boss!â they both spoke in frightened unison before turning around and speed walking down the hallwayânever giving Sylus the chance to finish his lecture. He clearly didnât care enough though, letting them leave and wonder when his discipling would come.
He continued to twist open the bottle of whiskey he grabbed from the shelf and poured it into a cocktail shaker. He wasnât drinking for any particular reason, sometimes he just enjoyed a nice beverage on a cool autumn night. Rarely did he ever let the amount of alcohol he consumed get out of handâbut there were definitely times when he almost had too much.
Tonight, he was teetering that edge of enjoying a couple beverages and accidentally downing an entire bottle. While he kept telling himself one more glass, that didnât stop him from having his 4thâno, 5th glass of the night. Luckily, his high body mass allowed for him to consume far more alcohol than the average person before reaching a truly intoxicated state.
As the night carried on, Sylus continued to sip on the drink in his hand, listening to a vinyl on his vintage record player. As the instrumentals from the song played, he couldnât help but softly hum alongâthoughts of you consuming his mind.
His gaze flickered to the clock on the wall as he patiently waited for the moment you arrived home. Even though the sun had long set, he knew you were safeâwith help from Mephistoâs watchful eyes of course. His eyelids felt heavy every time he blinked, but he never allowed himself to rest until he knew you were safe at home.
When you finally made it to the front door of the Onichynus base and turned the doorknob, you were greeted by two familiar faces.
âHi boys,â you waved at the twins chatting in the living room which wasnât far from the main entrance. âHave you guys eaten? If not, I grabbed some food on my way here,â you said, lifting up a white plastic bag filled with carry out.
âWe ate already! The boss made some dinner earlier,â Luke responded.
âGood to hear,â you grunted while bending over to slip off your shoes. After you stood back up, you wandered into the living room to continue the conversation. âWhere is he anyway? Has he gone to bed already?â
âUhhhâŠno, not exactly. He should still be in his officeâbut bewareâheâs had a drink or two,â Luke joked.
âMore like a drink or five,â Kieran chimed in, causing you to chuckle to yourself.
âHaha, thank you guys. Iâll see you in the morning,â you said your goodnights and put your food in the fridge before making your way down the hall. You werenât terribly worried about Sylus overdoing the amount he drank because he only ever had enough to get mildly drunk, never completely wasted. Plus it really only happened maybe once every other yearâif that. He had always been a responsible drinker and there were even times when you encouraged him to let loose a little more.
When you reached the door to his separate living room, you softly knocked on the door.
No response.
Based on the sound of your favorite record playing from inside, you knew he was there. You moved to open the door and called out his name.
âSylus? Sylâthere you are.â When you make it into the room, youâre met with Sylus sprawled out in his chair. His head was tilted back but it perked up at the sound of your footsteps approaching him.
âHeyâ*hic*â kitten,â he managed to say, greeting you with open arms. You couldnât hold back the smile forming at both his words and appearance. His white hair was all ruffled from leaning back and his face was flushed a crimson red. You took a seat in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.
âHey there handsome, what have you been up to?â you giggle. It was a rhetorical question, of course. It didnât take a genius to figure out what he had been up to for the past couple hours.
âDestressing,â he replied simply with a lopsided smirk. His hand wrapped around you and found your arm as he lightly traced your skin with his fingers. The warm touch sent shivers down your spine and a soft sigh left your lips. His touch was always so comforting after a long day at work and you couldnât have been happier to be home. âI missed you a lot.â
âI missed you too, Sy. I always doâyou know that,â you whispered back. His pupils were blown wide, most likely from all the alcohol in his system, but little did you know that no drink could get him more intoxicated than the way you do. Sylusâ body leaned ever so slightly into yours and his eyes closed for a fraction of a second longer than usual, signaling to you that it was way past his bedtime. âWe should get you to the bedroom, mister.â
âMmm, the bedroom you say?â He jokes, clearly not thinking straight.
âYes, the bedroom. You know, the place where we sleep?â you ask as one of your eyebrow raises. At this point, it is becoming hard not to burst into laughter at his unseriousness.
âWeâŠâ he pauses to gather his thoughts while a faint smirk appears on his face. âWe alsoâ*hic*âdo other things there, kitten.â
âAre you trying to seduce me right now!?â You lightly smack his arm at his dirty mind, rolling your eyes playfully. Sylus simply chuckles in response while going to move the hair out of the wayâplacing small kisses along your neck.Â
âDo you want me to be?â he slurs and his words string out a little longer.
âI want you to sleep!â you whine with a small smile forming on your face. Even though his lips feel amazing, you pull him away from your neck. âYouâre on the verge of falling asleep upright in this chair when our bedroom is right down the hall.â
You go to climb out of Sylusâ lap but his hands gently wrap around your waist, keeping you temporarily frozen in place. You shake your head and laugh to yourself at his persistence before pulling away from his grip. It didnât take much strength to do so, leaving his arms to fall back to his sides like they were made of jello.
âCan you walk by yourself?â you asked.
âCan Iâ*hic*âor do I want to?â he spoke back, his sass becoming far more evident since you left his reach.
âIâll meet you in the bedroom, Sy,â you say sweetly.
Even if you wanted to, there was no way in hell you wouldâve been able to lift his large and muscular body by yourself. That left him no other choice but to get up on his own two feet all by himself. You figured he would eventually make his way to you just as he always didâand you were right. When you entered your shared bedroom, it wasnât long before a drunk Sylus followed behind you. He didnât say anythingânot that there was much room for thought with the alcohol still flowing through his blood.
Sylus came to his senses enough to change into a pair of pajama pants while you made your way to your closet and put on some comfy sleepwear. You both walked towards your respective ends of your bed, but of course it wasnât that easy. The limited control Sylus had left of his body only allowed him to flop onto the bed.
You immediately got out from under the covers and crossed the room to his side. A breathy laugh escaped your lips at the sight of the big and strong leader of Onychinus just barely making it into his bed. You rolled his body over, lifted the sheets from underneath him, and gently tucked them over him.
When you made it back to your side of the bed, you pulled Sylus closer to you. He instantly melted into your touch, resting his head on your chest. Just as his breathing slowed and he appeared to have fallen asleep, his voice filled the room.
âI love you,â he mumbled quietly, eyes fluttering open to meet yours. His gaze was captivating yet soft. Even though there have been countless times where you have gotten lost in his eyes, you never grew tired of itâin fact, you only craved him more.
âI love you too,â you replied. Your fingers tangled with his hair and you planted a kiss on his head. He really was your everything. You truly loved and adored every second with him, even if it meant making sure he made it into his own bed on a night he had a little too much to drink.
âI always have, you knowâloved you,â Sylus confessed. âFrom the moment I met you andâŠeven before then. Iâve loved you in every life andâ*hic*âI promise to love you in every future life going forward, kitten.â
Listening to him ramble endlessly about his undying love for you almost made your heart explode. He has always had his fair share of incredibly romantic gestures and speeches, but right now felt different. His words unraveled onto each other and in that moment he was only able to say the unfiltered thoughts that were running through his mind.
âAnd because Iâ*hic*âhave always loved you, and always will. I was wondering if youâd make me the happiest man alive andâŠmarry me?â
Your eyes widened, taken aback by his words. A light blush dusted your entire face at his confession, making it harder to think straight. You searched for any signs of playfulness or him playing a joke on you, but you came up empty handed.
He is dead serious.
âYou cannot seriously be proposing to me right now,â you grinned in amusement, knowing it was the alcohol talking.
âIs that a no? If so, please reconsiderâŠâ He was genuinely disappointed by your lack of response which shouldnât have been funny, yet a small chuckle erupted from your throat. You knew that he wouldnât have remembered any of this in the morning, so there was no true reason to accept or reject him.
âNo, I am not saying no to your proposal, Sy. But I think that you should maybe sleep on a question that big,â you giggled, hoping to either shift the conversation to a different topic or finally convince him to go to sleep.
âI wouldnât ask it if I didnât know what it meant. Iâ*hic*âwant to spend the rest of my life with youâevery day, every minute, every secondâall of it, kitten.â Even while stumbling over some of his words, Sylus had a look written all over his face. The look somewhere between love and desperation that only came when he was completely consumed by your existence. Even drunk, he was forever devoted to you.
âYou will spend the rest of your life with me, but right now you need a good 8 hours of sleep.â
âDo you promise?â Sylus was practically pouting, peering up at you. You wish you could take a picture of him like this but you knew teasing him in the morning was the best you were going to get.
âI promise, baby. Letâs get some sleep now, okay?â You lean in, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.
âOkay, kitten.â
The next morning comes way too soon. The bright light shining through the bedroom windows causes you to stir in Sylusâ arms. You attempt to wiggle your way out of his grasp which only makes him hold onto you tighter.
âSy, are you awake?â you whispered.
âMmm,â he groans in response, clearly not wanting to start his day just yet.
âI have to pee.â
âBut youâre so warm.â His arms stayed wrapped around your waist. He went silent for a minute and you assumed he just fell back asleepâgrip loosening on you which allowed you to slip out from both his grip and under the covers.
When you came back from the bathroom, Sylus was already mostly awake and laying his back against the headboard. He was always like thisâthe moment you left his side, he wasnât able to fall back asleep. His hand reached for his forehead and his eyebrows furrowed in mild discomfort from his hangover.
âYou had quite the night,â you said, breaking the silence. âYou know, youâre quite the romantic when youâre drunk.â
âI was tipsy at most, kitten.â Sylusâ morning voice was deep and raspy, laced with his usual flirtatious and teasing tone. It brought you closer to him as you hopped onto his side of the bed and positioned yourself in his lap. His words sounded convincing but it sounded like he was trying to convince himself rather than you.
âOh yeah, wanna know what you asked me?â
â...Iâm listening.â he responded while cocking an eyebrow, expressing his interest.
âFor my hand in marriage,â you choked out, almost cutting yourself off from your own laughter.Â
Thatâs when the reality of the state he was in hit him. YeahâŠhe was definitely far beyond tipsy.
He couldnât help but feel embarrassed from your retelling of his words from the previous night. Not because he asked you to spend the rest of your life with himâno, he meant every wordâbut because he had already asked you that very question two years prior.
His gaze flickered down from your teasing eyes to the shiny diamond ring wrapped around your left ring finger. The ring he held in his hands when he actually proposed to you.
You two had been happily married to each other for almost two years but you couldnât bring yourself to tell your intoxicated husband the truth. It probably wouldâve only confused his poor brain even more which wouldâve led to an endless amount of incoherent questions. At the end of the night, you knew that all he needed was to sleep the alcohol off.
Now piecing together the events from the previous night, he understood how foolish he mustâve seemed. But as always, Sylus wouldnât go down without a fight.
âI just wanted to relive the moment,â he spoke with false confidence. A light shade of red dusted his cheeks and ears, making it evident that he didnât have a damn clue of what he was talking about.
âItâs okay to admit you were drunk out of your mind, you know?â you laughed at his attempt to move on from last night's âproposalâ.
âTipsy, kitten, tipsy.â
âSure, whatever you sayâŠIâll be sure to include that crucial detail at our âfuture weddingâ when people ask me how you proposed.â
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