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xavier loves when you get longer nails so you can scratch his head when he rests it in your lap, and if you stop for even a second he'll whine and peak open his eyes up at you like a disappointed cat until you keep going
sylus runs warm, and most of the time you end up not even covered by his plush duvet, but by him. His arms snug around your waist and his head on your chest the perfect blanket as you fall asleep.
zayne has this cute way of teasing you by stealing your candy on occasion. He'll kiss your cheek then your lips, lulling you into a false sense of affection then will slip the candy right out of your mouth with that slight smile on his face.
caleb puts you an air jail when you're being petty and giving him the silent treatment, and only lets you down if you agree to give him a kiss and tell him why "his pipsqueek is being so moody."
rafayel insists on applying your lipgloss/lipstick for you. He always steals your lip gloss before you can put it on yourself, insisting that his artist's eye can do it better. He'll gently tilt your chin up with two fingers, carefully applying it while studying your face with far more concentration than the task requires. Once he's finished, he'll lean back with a satisfied smile and hum, "Perfect."
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explicit content, smut, mdni ༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚ body worship, praise, blowjob, spit, deep throating, marking (lipstick stains, scratches, hickeys), pet names (my love, my perfect/good girl | @ sylus: my birthday boy, baby), size difference | 2.1k words
"your tender loving care is going to last the whole night, huh?"
synopsis: sylus receives more than just birthday wishes on his special day. tonight, the one he trusts most disarms him beneath her worshipful touch. from a symphony made of praise, vulnerability, and desire he learns what it means to be truly cherished
The penthouse was quiet, save for the soft sounds behind the closed doors of Sylus’s master bedroom. What happens behind those close doors was a secret shared tonight.
The city’s glow shining through the giant floor-to-ceiling windows casts Sylus's broad figure in gentle light as the crimson moon hangs low to witness the lust and sin exchanged through filthy kisses and longing touches.
Two bodies move in perfect tandem—slow, deliberate. It started with lips tasting of wine and cake which kissed you like you were the very air Sylus needs to live. Strong hands lead a gentle roam beneath your clothes, savouring every inch of skin he discovered until bare chests pressed against another.
By now, your worship borders torture. Your mouth alone is enough to unravel Sylus: the warm drag of your tongue between his digits pure eroticism to lust-laden eyes while adoring fingertips skate over the dips and valleys of muscle like a stroke of a brush, nails dragging lightly down his chest causing shivers to prickle over tanned skin.
The ever-composed man of calm control turns all flushed cheeks, shaky breaths and trembling fingers, undone by the simple intimacy of being wanted.
"You’re so strong," you whisper in a voice that drips with sinful promise before branding his collarbone in open-mouthed kisses and deep red lipstick, "so beautiful."
Sylus watches you with dilated pupils and bated breath, bravely fighting for a semblance of dignity though already long lost to the claws of his huntress.
A heavenly mess created by the mercy of your lust, you continue to work on the masterpiece: Lipstick stains leave a trail down his chest before your tongue flicks over one nipple as your nails press into the firm sides of Sylus’s waist, grounding him, locking him in place.
His own fingers move to play a silent tune over the soft skin on your arm before curling around your shoulder. But not to guide you—only to feel, to tether himself to this very moment.
"You make me feel–," the confession is paused by an uncommon moment of insecurity. Though as quickly as it came, it’s chased away by a reassuring kiss above his hip bone, leaving the skin there tingly and tinged in purple hues. A groan more sinful than previous ones escapes Sylus's lips before he murmurs, "as if I were the most desirable being on this planet."
And he is. To you, Sylus is the most precious thing in the whole wide universe. Hence, why you wanted to take your time, wanted to cherish, explore, and praise him until your love weaved itself into the very fabric of his being. However, the reactions he rewards you with in response to your touch and your voice, they left you aching for more, for everything.
You slide off the bed until you kneel on the carpeted floor, perfectly seated between his spread thighs with the man of the day looming right above you, powerful in theory, yet softened by the adoration behind each touch and loving gaze directed at him.
It’s still his birthday—your first together—and tonight, you want to spoil him, completely. Want to show him what it means to be worshipped in every sense of the word.
His chest rises and falls with anticipation, every breath drags through his throat like he’s never known a touch this tender, this loving.
The thick weight of his cock encased by your smaller hand might already be enough to drive him crazy tonight. Sometimes he forgets how fragile you can be, how much smaller your hands are until he holds them... or you hold his length.
Sylus will never tire of the sight of your fingertips failing to circle him full. He’s so big, so hard, yet twitching helplessly under your gentle strokes—utterly undone by your devotion. A tremble runs through his frame as you spread the beads of precum dribbling slowly down the head. He watches you with those ruby eyes, wide and wondrous, like you’re some divine being he can’t believe is kneeling before him, just for him.
"You're so pretty, baby," you murmur into the thin skin along the side of his cock, lips dragging in a slow, savouring kiss.
A groan leaves his chest—deep and almost pained—and his fingers, ever so gentle, brush your cheekbone, trace your jawline, before his thumb skims over your brow as though memorising every curve of you.
His cock pulses in reply, in recognition of your praise as you swipe your thumb over the sensitive slit, spreading the sheen across the flushed head before leaning in to kiss the very tip of him.
The first touch of your tongue has Sylus exhaling sharply. But he can't fall apart this easily, not yet. At least that is what he tells himself until you continue your whispered praise.
"You really are beautiful like this," while the tip of your nose grazes along the thick vein running along the entire length of his cock. Of course, the wet pursuit of your tongue follows before you reach the goal and with a teasing flick, your mouth soon wraps around the thick tip.
Tonight leaves no room for you to hesitate, not with the flushed mess the Onychinus leader has turned into for you.
Through heavy lids, you stare into the depths of Sylus’s very being as your tongue swirls slowly, purposefully.
Adorable.
He is adorable with his reactions. How his abs tighten too quickly, and a quiet curse falls from lips used to well-spoken words and poems.
Sylus feels like a virgin all over again. Your eyes, your hands, your mouth, they disarm him in his entirety causing his hips to twitch upward. His jaw clenches tightly in regret while the colour to his features reaches up to the tips of his ears—a pretty shade of deep pink not even the crimson moon seems willing to cover.
What a gorgeous, flustered mess. Indeed, Sylus receives praise like he’s never known it before—like he doesn't think he deserves it, and yet craves it all the same.
"You enjoy playing with the weak, donn't you?" he breathes with a voice roughened by restraint. He's so receptive tonight, soaking up every word you offer like oxygen. You swirl your tongue around the swollen head, coating it generously with your saliva. But instead of urging you to invite him in deeper, Sylus only receives what you offer with a sigh so pretty, it makes you ache between your thighs.
Your nails scrape gently along the firm muscles of his thighs, leaving marks in your wake, grounding him in the reality of your touch, making sure he fully witnesses how you slowly pull back.
Your lips drag along his length, tongue teasing the underside as you move until a wet pop finalises his welcomed stay inside your mouth.
The cold air hits him first, before your messy lips press yet another heated kiss against the head.
Ever the innocent actress, you blink up to witness your most beloved expression on Sylus’s features: his brows are softly creased, lips pressed tightly shut as he tries to contain a mess of pleading words for you to keep going. Though the desire pools silently in crimson hues, the yearning, the need.
"Do you feel good, baby?" Is nothing but a whisper, a gentle rasp, as you tease the thin skin of Sylus's inner thigh before fondling his balls.
A smirk tugs on the corners of his mouth in acceptance of tonight's defeat. May he rest easy in the palm of your hand, wholly at your mercy.
"You make me feel really good, my love," he praises alongside a cradling brush of his palm over your head. His words are soft, so soft, almost too kind. Just like his touch and patience.
"Could you make me feel even better?"
After all, Sylus is as much a glutton as you are. A match made in the abyss, true kindred spirits.
His hand moves again, cupping your jaw, then sliding up to run his thumb across your cheekbone. He traces the curve of your ear, the line of your neck, thumb lingering on your lips as you open for him. The gentleness in his touch breaks your heart a little. He is always so guarded, so unreadable—but not now. Not with you. Not here, on his birthday, with nothing between you but devotion.
You hum, before your lips curl in a smile meant to ease, though it only excites. "Anything for my birthday boy."
With renewed hunger, you leave a trail of kisses down his shaft, slow and unhurried, tracing every ridge, every pulse. You lick along the underside, tongue flat and soft, then circle the head once, twice, to encourage louder gasps and groans from Sylus.
Spit drips past your lips, thick and slow, while a pair of greedy eyes watches it slide over his cock. A generous pump of your hand spreads the wetness to coat him generously.
No matter how hard Sylus may try, the shudder running through his built is evident–you feel it, see it.
With your mouth slackened, you take him in again, deeper this time. His length slides along your tongue, hits the back of your throat, and you choke once, causing more spit to pool around your lips.
Sylus's breath stutters, hips jerking momentarily though he fights it, lets you keep control. "You're perfect," he rasps, nearly delirious with pleasure, the praise slipping out as naturally as breath. "My girl," the words akin to something soft and sacred.
His voice breaks once the thick head presses past the back of your throat unexpectedly. The groan that escapes him is pure, needy gratitude, accompanied by the deeper dig of strong fingers into your shoulder. Sylus needs to hold onto you, needs to feel you, to anchor himself as you take him in, inch by inch, and allow your wet heat to welcome him until your nose brushes his groin.
The tightening of your throat follows in natural response upon the thick intrusion as your nails press into the muscle of his thighs for support, leaving crescent marks behind.
Sylus watches you take him in again,transfixed, bewitched, he cannot look away. "That's it… that’s my girl," he murmurs, voice catching on a groan as your throat tightens. "Just. Like. That." Silver brows draw together, his breath growing heavy as he lays open for your devotion.
Building a rhythm, your cheeks hollow with each bop of your head, and your tongue presses against his length with every stroke. The tension in Sylus’s body builds and builds until each breath seems to burn his throat from the unfamiliar and unrestrained noises he makes.
Pushing and pulling, you take him deeper still until every muscle in his body flexes and strains as you honour him with mouth and tongue.
He’s shaking—this massive, dangerous man, trembling because you love him just right.
His fingers graze your jawline, then they stroke your neck in slow, grounding motions to ease the strain he puts you through. But you feel so good, allow him to be selfish for one night.
Sylus tries to draw it out, but the way your throat flutters around him, the pressure on his balls, the image of your swollen lips and teary eyes—it's too much.
Every noise he makes is a reward—groans and breathy moans, half-whispers of "gorgeous" and "my good girl" tangled with sharp intakes of breath as you fondle him, coaxing even more pleasure from him.
Restraint only goes so far.
"Vixen," Sylus groans—a breathless, shattered sound, more awe than anything else. Then, his head falls back in surrender, exposing his neck, flushed and slick with sweat, when he finally gives in.
The familiar red and black mist swirls around you like smoke, playful in its pull. It presses you down, holding you steady as Sylus bucks his hips and spills into your mouth with a desperate sound.
Sweet praises spill between moans. A messy mix of "so beautiful," and “thank you," breathed out from his heaving chest and trembling voice thanks to the sheer intensity of his climax.
The taste of him floods your senses—warm, slightly sweet, wholly Sylus as you swallow him down without hesitation. Your eyes are watery and your cheeks smeared with mascara, though your body hums in pride at his surrender.
Then, gently—always gently—does the mist move to swirl around your waist to ease you back onto his lap. Strong arms move to wrap around you, to hold you tightly against his chest like he might fall apart without you there to catch him.
Eager and messy, your lips find another only a heartbeat later, and he kisses you like a man starving. Like he can’t get enough of you.
He tastes himself on your tongue, savouring the echo of what just happened.
"I love you." A confession between kisses, between the tug of his teeth and the drag of his tongue.
"I love you too, Sylus."
You sigh, nearly whine thanks to the mist coiling tighter, rocking your hips slowly against his own, a teasing nudge to give him further rewards on his special day
sylus says a gold coin isn't enough, i need to be inside my girl. based on an excerpt from his birthday event.
mdni. 18+ only. sex in his private pool.
additional inspiration art: x
While watching Sylus swim in his private pool, you quietly pull out a coin and toss it into the water.
"...Why?"
"To enrich your pool. I've always thought you should be surrounded by gold coins, but since I don't have any, the regular one will have to do."
"One coin isn't enough to enrich this pool, I'm afraid. At the very least, I need — "
Sylus reaches out and pulls you into the pool, soaking you and your clothes completely.
"This is better." He wrapped one arm around your thighs, holding you up and against his body.
"A coin's not enough for you?" You raised a row, looking down at him while he gazes up at you. "You have to grab me too?"
His lips softly meets yours.
"I'm just taking what I want."
He slowly kisses you over and over again, every one of them gentle and filled with love. "You can't imply that I'm being greedy."
"Then what are you being?"
"A perfectly normal person doing perfectly normal things."
You're unable to suppress a smile, especially with the way he's looking at you, making you feel as if you're the most precious thing in the room.
Feeling your clothes stick uncomfortably against your skin, you decided to remove them and strip down to your underwear.
Luckily, you didn't have your phone nor anything important on you other than the coins and crumpled receipt in the pocket of your shorts.
Sylus enjoyed the show for a second, watching you lift your shirt over your head and exposing the red bra that he had gotten for you some time ago. His eyes shamelessly looks at your chest right before you got the shirt off and threw it at the side of the pool.
You moved your hands to get rid of your shorts, but Sylus stopped you.
"I got you, sweetie."
He first took your hands and placed them on his shoulders before releasing his hold on your thighs. Once they were free to move around, his fingers tugged on the waistband of your shorts, then he pulled it down so you can kick them off you and place it next to your shirt.
You took the moment to admire Sylus up close as he combed his soaked hair using his fingers.
Droplets of water embellishes his skin as he stretches his muscles after working them out during the swimming session that you've just interrupted.
"Other than a single coin, do you have anything else to offer to me?" he asked, resting his forehead against yours.
"I'm afraid not." You wrapped your arms around his neck, enclosing all the distance between your bodies. "Just me."
Sylus smiled softly. "Are you sure? That's more than enough treasure than I could ever ask for."
His hands caught your legs and urged you to wrap them around his waist. Once you're locked onto him, he took several steps forward until your back hit the wall of the pool.
While both of you have your eyes closed, he gave one quick kiss on your cheek before his lips covered yours.
As you were distracted by a series of brief yet tender kisses that caused you to melt under his touch, Sylus' hands made their way to your ass. He squeezed them right before one of his hands crawled to your underwear and traced your folds with his thumb.
You gasped against his lips as your body tensed up with surprise.
Sylus' eyes flickered to your face for a moment, checking for any signs of discomfort. When he found nothing but pleasure in your half-lidded eyed and parted lips, he slowly continued to feel you with his thumb.
The soft moans that you desperately try to muffle by burying your face against his neck only encouraged him to go further, and so he moved your panty aside and massaged your clit and took satisfaction at the way your body stiffened.
He took his sweet time making sure that you're feeling good. Once he could sense that you're losing your patience, he stuck a finger inside you and moved it back out slowly for a few times before adding another one.
"Sylus..."
The way your nails dug through his shoulders while your insides clenched caused Sylus' breaths to grow heavy. His swimming shorts felt uncomfortably tight as his cock hardened, needing to replace his fingers that's making you fall apart.
He ached to be inside you.
But first, he wants to taste you.
Maybe he is being greedy, after all.
But it doesn't matter.
He'll gladly be the greediest man alive, if it means he gets to have every part of you.
Your heart, your body, your soul.
Sylus withdrew his fingers out of you, much to your confusion and disappointment. Before you could even wonder if something was wrong, he suddenly grabbed your legs and lifted you up, placing you on the deck of the pool.
"What are you — "
He remained in the pool, lower body still submerged. He stands in front of you, right between your legs, face perfectly aligned with your thighs.
He intertwined his fingers with your left hand. "Just making sure I enjoy every part of your generous offering."
And with that, his mouth busies itself by diving into your core.
Your other hand rested on the back of his neck as his tongue laps on your cunt and juices. He grunted against your pussy and the vibration it created emitted a squeal out of you.
You could've sworn you felt him smirk smugly as he's eating you out.
So you gave his hair a slightly rough tug.
And he grunted again, this time even louder.
And this time, you really did come and squirted right on his face.
"Fuck...!"
Without much time to recover, Sylus took both of your hands and pulled you back down in the pool with him.
His lips desperately devoured yours. His tongue slips inside and roughly crashes with yours. You caressed his jaw while he pulls your hips against his body, letting you feel the bulge that's ready to burst out of his shorts.
He wanted you to know what you do to him.
All this time when he had been pleasuring you with his hands and mouth, blood has been rushing south, right between his legs.
As soon as your fingers rubbed against his cock through his shorts, Sylus' heart raced and his face heated up even more than it already has from the way you'd stolen his breath from all the deep, heavy kisses.
This time, it was your turn to smirk and tease him.
You enjoyed the way his chest started to heave as you stuck your hand inside his shorts and stroke him slowly, running your thumb around the tip of his cock.
He quickly grew impatient and started to thrust against your hand, groaning quietly in between leaving marks on your neck.
You felt him throb under your touch, and it made you squeeze your thighs together as you grew excited to feel him inside you.
At last, you pulled down his shorts and threw it aside once it was off. Before you could do anything else, Sylus let out an impatient growl and wrapped your legs around his hips.
His cock brushed against your pussy and both of you hissed at the short-lasted friction. He guided the tip of his cock in the entrance of your cunt and slowly eased inside.
His gazed shifted to your face and his eyes softened at your half-dazed expression. One hand reached up from your back to brush some strands of hair away from your eyes, then he wiped some specks of sweat that formed on your forehead, as a result of all the steamy actions you've done.
He gave you a gentle kiss on the nose, then at your lips, before filling you up with all of his length. He stayed still for a moment, savoring the way you're clenching him so tightly.
His cock twitched while already inside you as he does his best to restrain himself, to stop his urges to fuck you hard and fast, just for a moment to appreciate your warmth.
But it was you that started to move first.
Your hips began to sway back and forth while your arms enclosed around his neck and shoulders, eliciting a moan out of him that echoed throughout the private pool.
Sylus gripped your ass and encouraged you to take him in deeper. The water around you rippled at every movement you made, and its splashes joined the sounds that the two of you would cry out of pleasure.
The private pool isn't soundproof at all, but there's currently no one else around so there's no reason to hold back your moans.
Unable to stop himself, Sylus' hips snapped foward to meet yours and picked up the pace until the two of you are chasing after your breath.
His eyes focused on your face as he drilled into you right before reaching his climax, pulling out of you to empty himself.
You came not long after him, resting your forehead against his chest while you try to calm your racing heart.
Sylus planted a kiss on top of your head. "My birthday has been over since yesterday and yet you've given me another wonderful gift. So, this is what it feels like to be spoiled."
━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with some/little plot, porn with feelings, angst
━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 4.5k
━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, spoilers AND alterations to ‘lost oasis’ (sylus’s misty invasion card), slight predator and prey, dom!sylus for the most part (though he shows vulnerability), use of Y/N, sub!reader but she teases doe, unprotected sex, cumming in coochie, against the wall sex, shower sex, hand play/kink, belly bulge, finger sucking, fingering, biting, slight angst, lots of hickeys (m! And f!receiving), allusions and predictions to sylus’s lore
━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: video | ao3 | twitter art | xav's version | raf's version | zayne's version
━ ✧.˖ A/N: hiii second part of the misty invasion series is here <3 this time our very own birb – sylus! Next will be Xavier but I don't have a timeline for it! Could be 3 days could be a week :’) will try and keep you guys updated
Small Sylus rant, feel free to skip this and read the fic!
I have huge problems with the hypersexualization of Sylus, from the devs not from fans. I feel like the devs sometimes use him as fan service. I felt that was especially true in this card, the shower scene felt out of place and didn’t feel intimate because they’ve done far too little mc/sylus building and sylus lore. I wished the ending scene in the hammock was the cut scene, even if there was no spice. For that reason, I’ve SLIGHTLY altered the dialogue and memory, especially at the end. I added in some of my own angst, heavily influenced by predictions to Sylus’s lore I’ve seen on Twitter, especially the twitter art i linked above.
Don’t get me wrong I love Sylus. I just wish we got to see MORE of his lore and backstory, because you just KNOW it's tragic. His myth cards were nothing like the other 3 boys, and I feel like they have a lot of opportunities to help Sylus “catch up” to the other 3 LIs (could’ve done a event similar to Rafayel’s bday event, waited until they could release more main story, etc), but they haven’t utilized it well. I’m sure there’s a reason why (rushed timeline, leak threats. End of the day I understand it’s a business), but as a reader/user/fan it kinda sucks. And again, I KNOW it’s coming and it will be great. But because we haven’t seen enough yet, it makes his spicy scenes seem less intimate and more fan service-y. So I wanted to add just a sprinkle of Sylus angst and story here <3 It made me cry, I hope you guys love it as much as I loved writing it.
THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.
✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ .
There are moments in life where it really hits you.
That you’re in danger.
Where your hair stands up on its ends and your legs itch with the need to bolt away. This felt like one of those moments. The way Sylus’s voice, throaty and deep, growled with evident hunger, his eyes watching you like a predator eyeing its prey.
Only…this time, the goosebumps that painted your skin were from excitement, and the throbbing in your thighs was from desire and not fear. This time, the tight grip on your thighs, the imposing body against yours, holding you so possessively, only leaves you wanting more.
Sylus’s arm is pushed against the wall behind your head, caging you in with his hard soapy body. His skin shines with water and the leftover suds of his shower, before the water had run out, leaving you with a wet and mischievous Sylus.
Your fingers languidly follow soapy suds that trail down his chest, not really actually wiping anything away. Sylus remains self-assured, smirking down at your shaking body as you touch him. You can feel goosebumps form where you touch him and it’s the only indication that the silver-haired man is close to losing it.
His voice comes out deep and breathy, “Aren’t you going to do something about my hair?”
His smile is maddening, taunting you to touch him more. So you wrap your hands behind his shoulders, yanking him down to you.
For a brief second, Sylus is taken aback, his lips parting with a surprised breath. But as quickly as it had come, Sylus composes himself. He lets himself be pulled to you, chuckling breathily.
“Is that it, sweetheart?”
Before you can respond, his arm releases the wall behind you. In an instant, his large hand is gripping the underside of your thighs, hoisting you up with one arm so that both your legs dangle off his strong arm, pressed against his hip.
You yelp at the feeling of his large hands holding you against his wet and hard body, “What are you doing?! My clothes!” You can feel your deep red satin nightdress soaking up the sudsy water on his skin.
Sylus only laughs, sarcastic and deep, “Oh no. They’re wet. Now what?”
You try to push him away, “Well you need to let me down first.”
But Sylus doesn’t budge, shifting you so he can lean his free arm against the wall behind you, caging you in once more. Like a lost bird.
“Doesn’t this mean you also need to learn how to humble yourself?” His cerise eyes are frustratingly playful, his eyebrows crinkled in amusement.
You don’t respond, instead trailing your hand down his bare chest again. Your feather-like touch ghosts his collarbone, down to his thick pecs, that tremble deliciously under your fingers. From the strain of holding you up with one arm, or your touch alone, you’re unsure.
You speak softly, trying to tease him into losing control, “I did, and this is what I see…”
Your touch and suggestive words have Sylus breathing heavier. His pants come out raspily, sounding vaguely close to a moan. He nearly shivers at your touch, so absolutely enamored by the way your fingers claim him, barely able to withstand his primal urges to claim you.
His reaction fuels you with confidence, and you grin cheekily, “Oh? I guess I’ll have to be more gentle.” You let your hands explore more, stroking his down his marbled chest.
Sylus grunts, his face turning away from you, contorted in tortured pleasure. His breath comes out in rapid desperate gasps. It’s so utterly rare for you to see Sylus in such a needy state, and you can’t help but tease him further.
Your fingers touch his neck, enjoying the way Sylus is crumbling under your fingertips when normally it’s you coming undone for him, “How cute.”
When your fingernail grazes his nipple, Sylus tenses up, a growl ripping from his throat.
He turns to you, squirming under your fleeting touch. “Hey,” he croaks. His voice is uncharacteristically hoarse, tense with desire.
“The soundproofing for this shower isn’t great. People might get the wrong idea if they hear us. At this rate, we could end up in a lose-lose situation.”
But you continue, pinching his ear softly, grinning, “Tell me, who pinned you down and hit you?”
Sylus’s smile falters. He knows you’re referring to the little boy from earlier, whom you’d been teaching how to fight against Wanderers, but he can’t help but think about the first time he’d been here at the desert oasis. Only that time, he was powerless. That time, he couldn’t protect you.
He quickly masks his brief moment of melancholy, smirking at you once more, “Oh, so class isn’t over yet.” You want to prod at his sudden shift in demeanor, but you can tell now's not the time. You made a mental note to ask him about it later.
Sylus holds your wrist gently, bringing your fist to his lips. His mouth pressing fleeting kisses to your knuckles, “Then can I trouble you some more…Miss?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, hoisting you back up onto his forearm, forcing you to wrap your arms around the back of his neck for balance. He carries you in one arm to the bathroom door, before he falters, hearing the patter of footsteps outside.
“On second thought, I’ll take my lesson in here.” He walks you back to the shower, shifting your legs so that they wrap around his hips. Your back is pressed against the wet wall, Sylus’s strong arms holding you in place.
“What should you do…if a wanderer has you pinned down like this?” His voice is sultry and suggestive, darkened eyes daring you to teach him.
You lift your chin proudly at his taunting challenge. Your fingers trace inexplicable shapes into his chest, your nails gently and purposefully grazing his nipples. At his sharp inhale you make your next move.
“I would…go for the neck, since that’s where they’re most vulnerable.”
Sylus’s adam’s apple bobs with the anticipation of your double-edged words, “Is that so, little bird?”
You nod with confidence, “Let me show you…” You kiss up his collarbone until you read his pulsing neck, brushing chaste kisses along his jugular. Sylus’s chest heaves, and you smile against his neck in satisfaction.
“I can’t imagine this would be…effective against wanderers,” Sylus masks the unsteadiness of his wavering voice with a layer of arrogant amusement.
Sylus’s chest heaves, and you smile against his neck in satisfaction. Enjoying having the upperhand, “No…just you.” You softly sink your teeth into the thick muscles of his neck.
Sylus lets out a string of harsh expletives, slamming you further into the wall, his grip on the underside of your thighs digging in harshly. You shiver at the feeling of the cold wet wall tiles pressing into your satin nightdress.
Sylus lets you have your way a little while longer, enjoying the way your rapid heartbeat pounds against his wet chest, your tongue lapping circles where your teeth had sunken in. His hands shift to grope your rear under your crimson red nightdress, squeezing the plush skin there as if you were his personal stress ball. His demanding fingers find their way to your bare pussy, spreading them apart with his index finger and thumb.
“What a bold hunter you are…taunting the enemy with no…protection.”
His words are vaguely threatening and it makes you squirm. As his fingers toy with you, you sink your teeth deeper into him to hide your pathetically lewd whimpers. Sylus hisses at your teeth nearly breaking skin, a mix of pain and pleasure he is all-too familiar with.
“You’d better watch yourself, my little hunter,” Sylus coos in your ear, fingers finding your clit and pressing down harshly, “You never know what a beast stranded in the desert might do to you.”
His words remind you of the reason he’d invited you out to this desert oasis to begin with, the woman who’d found him, and why he was returning now. Before you can ask him, Sylus is bullying his index finger into you, sliding in so embarrassingly effortlessly.
“What now, little dove? What would you do now?” Sylus nips at the crook of your neck, where your shoulder and throat meet. His words are hot and dangerous at the shell of your ear, his finger curling inside you to reach the spongy corners of your g-spot.
You force your words out with all the strength you have, not wanting to give Sylus the satisfaction of rendering you speechless, “I w-would never – nnghh – be in this s-situation.”
Sylus chuckles, inserting another finger, “And yet…here you are. About to be devoured.”
The imminent threat in his words makes you clench, hard. How it was possible for the tables to turn this quickly, you’d never understand. Sylus grins when he feels your gummy walls pressing down on just two of his fingers, the quivers typically indicative of how close you are.
He pushes you harder into the wall, lips finding your earlobes as he huffs out his words, “Look at you, my dear little hunter. So beautiful when you’re helpless.”
You whine indignantly at his condescending words, wanting to retaliate. With his lips at your ear, his neck is exposed before you and you take full advantage of his vulnerability. You sink your teeth back into his pulsing neck, knowing just how much pressure is enough to have him writhing for you.
Sylus jolts, his fingers slipping out of you and his knee buckling slightly. His grip on your thighs tightening as he hisses out in surprise. He composes himself just as quickly, straightening up and bouncing you up to readjust his possessive grip on you.
He pushes you back against the wall, his hard abdomen pressing into your pussy. You groan when you feel your wet lips spreading against his chiseled muscles, his body pressing so forcefully into yours, your arousal smearing against him.
His thumb and index finger take your chin into his grip, still wet with your slick, pulling your face towards his. His arrogant grin is as alluring as it is infuriating, his ruby eyes swirling with a dark amusement.
“No more mercy, little bird.”
Sylus presses his lips to yours, his fingers tightening around your chin. His kiss is demanding, nearly suffocating, in a way that makes you reel with excitement and anticipation. It’s so torrid and feverish that you almost don’t notice his Evol unraveling your arms from around his neck, bringing them to his chest. He holds you steady with his one arm, and with the other he releases your chin, taking the two of your wrists into his single free hand. His hands are so large that even just one of his hands can envelope both your wrists.
As his tongue probes the parting of your lips, he holds your wrists, bringing them up above your head and pinning them against the wall. His fingers play with your trembling ones, tracing the lines in your palm and grazing all the way up to your fingertips.
You feel a brief shuffle and hear the faint thud of Sylus’s towel dropping to the floor, the scorching head of his cock prodding at your entrance. You gasp into his mouth when you feel him taking the base of his erection, stroking it against your clit. You screw your eyes shut at the deliriously delicious friction, moaning into Sylus’s mouth, his tongue claiming every corner of yours.
Sylus pulls away, his breath coming out in short rapid gasps. He leans his forehead against yours, his fingers still enclosing yours, binding your wrists together against the cold shower wall. His proximity makes it so his warm breath fans across your swollen lips, the taste of him still on your tongue.
He looks down at you, his crimson eyes smoldering against the heat he’s so desperately trying to keep at bay for you. If it were up to him, he’d have you splayed across his lap, screaming until the whole small town in the oasis could hear you. Unfortunately, pressed up against the wall whimpering for more would have to do.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?”
You stare at him, arms restrained above your head, chest heaving in anticipation, lips swollen and parted. Sylus smiles at you. It’s that signature Sylus smirk, heart-stoppingly tender and predatory all at once. But when his glowing cerise eyes meet yours, that’s what has your breath catching in your throat.
The tumultuous sea of red conveyed every ounce of emotion that his words couldn’t. What it meant to have you here in the desert with him, a place that once reminded him of hell. What it meant to have you here, wrapped up in his embrace, ready to do anything to make him happy, whole. With you here, it truly did feel like an oasis.
So you murmur boldly, cheeks warming, “M’yours, Sy. Of course I’m ready.”
Sylus’s smile falters for a second, before he growls, slamming you back into the wall, palm cupping the back of your head with one hand, and your lower back with the other, to protect you against the impact.
“That’s my girl.”
With those words, his swollen cock head at your entrance finally surges forward, nudging its way into your tight embrace. You cry out as Sylus curses, the both of you never getting used to how impossibly snug the fit was, almost to the point of not fitting at all.
Sylus takes it surprisingly slow, watching your face carefully as he sinks into you inch by inch. His hand strokes your cheek, in an overwhelming show of tender affection. Something about this desert oasis had him unusually vulnerable and it was intoxicating.
You squirm as he bottoms out, his cockhead nestled sinfully against your cervix, practically demanding entrance into your womb. His fist is pressed into the tiled wall behind your head, his knuckles white with desperation. His entire body twitches, his breath coming out in short desperate pants. You hold his face with your hands, forcing him to level with you, stroking his sharp jaw with your fingertips.
“Sylus?”
His carmine eyes dart to yours, the vast storm of his irises looking faraway and distant. But when he looks at you, his eyes soften, the sight of you grounding him to the moment, pulling him away from the agony he once endured here.
You kiss his furrowed eyebrow, “I’m here, Sy.”
Sylus groans, his facial features softening at your touch, your raw words making him heave with desire.
“You are. And you’re mine,” he growls, finally moving inside you, pulling out until just his leaking tip is nestled in your warm waiting cunt. Giving you just a second to adjust, your pussy pulsing with the need to be filled once more, he slams back into you. The impact of his thrust knocks the air from your lungs, your body sliding up the wet walls of the shower.
“Sylus!” you squeal, trying to control your voice. Sylus grunts, reveling in the sound of your pleasure, pulling out of you and rutting back into your poor quivering cunt at a rabid vigor.
Your bodies are pressed so tightly together, that every minute movement Sylus makes causes your clit to brush against the trail of silver hair that paints his pelvis. His hot breath is in your ear, whispering the filthiest things to you.
“You like it rough, don’t you sweetheart?” he nips your neck, savoring the taste of your clean showered skin against his insistent tongue. Your bare shoulders are already littered in his claiming marks, beautiful red bruises forming where his lips raze like wildfire. Sylus’s eyes glimmer with satisfaction at the sight of it.
“C-can’t take it,” you whine, fingernails digging into his shoulders. His passionate thrusts are demanding, almost mean, as they try to pull moan after moan out from your lips. Your pussy quivers, already shivering from the amount of pleasure Sylus is able to force on you, so much that it spills over.
“Yes you can, hm?”
He hisses when your nails dig further into his skin, leaving beautiful little red crescents on his muscled shoulders. Sylus always thought it was utterly insane how you knew just how much pain to mix with his pleasure to have him unhinged, just enough to want to devour you.
You find your wrists being bound above your head again, his hand pushing them against the wall. His forehead pushes against yours as his lips desperately seek yours, capturing you in a breathtaking and fiery kiss of unspoken feelings. A torrid storm of the way he’d missed you desperately on his trip away, so much so that he had to use the little boy wanting to learn to fight wanderers as an excuse to fly you out to him.
He pulls away, leaving you both panting for air. As he continues his feverish ruts into you, he huffs into your ear, “You can take it. You’re my good little dove, right?”
The look of complete and utter desperation in his eyes makes you want to give into every wish and whim of the silver-haired man before you. So you nod obediently, closing your eyes in satisfaction when his fingers rub soothing circling into your palms. It’s a jarring contrast, the way his hand caresses you affectionately while his cock ravages you relentlessly. It makes you delirious with ecstasy, and your body is no different.
Your cunt throbs with the need to come undone, the coil tightening so tightly that your abdomen threatens to burst. From the pleasure of his touch or from his massive cock seemingly trying to find its way into your throat, you’re unsure.
“S-so deep,” you cry, digging your nails into his hand as it holds yours in place. Your back slides up the wall at every one of his deliberate pointed thrusts, a mere ragdoll to his ravenous hunger against the cold dripping wall.
Sylus, groans. You feel a slight shift in energy, and Sylus moving beneath you. But your position against the wall doesn’t change. Sylus’s Evol gently grips your thighs, keeping you suspended as his arm that held you up is now free to press down on your tummy.
“I know, doll. Can you feel me all the way here?” he draws his words out seductively, pressing down on where your walls bulge against your pulsing naval.
You squeal at the overstimulation of him physically pressing your cunt down onto his cock that still spears in and out of you wildly. Sylus removes his hand to press it against your lips, his index and middle fingers slipping into your lips that are still parted mid-scream.
His digits press down on your tongue, faintly tasting like his expensive body wash, “Shhh, Y/N. We wouldn’t want anyone to hear, hm?”
You whine. Truth be told, the imminent danger behind his words only gets you more and more excited, closer to the edge. His forceful fingers toying with your tongue only fueled your filthy desires more, and your body reacts just as eagerly.
Sylus bits the inside of his cheek, swearing as your tight walls convulse tightly onto him. Your pussy unknowingly constricts the thick throbbing veins that press of his erection, pressed snugly into your sweetest spots.
“Ah, my sweet girl is so filthy. Did you like that? Like the idea of someone watching me fuck you dumb?”
His condescending words have you shaking your head, still hanging on to your slim shred of dignity. Sylus chuckles, nuzzling into your neck.
“You can’t lie to me, little bird. I can feel the truth.”
“F-feels s-ooo good,” you admit, throwing all embarrassment to the wind. Sylus swears at how adorably muffled your words are against his fingers, how your eyes are hooded with pleasure as they watch him dreamily. The adoration in your stare was so palpable, hearts nearly reflected in your eyes. His knees buckle as he admires your beautiful face, so angelically fucked out that it ruined him.
Sylus shifts you into his single arm once more. He could easily keep you secured in the air with his Evol for hours yet, but at this moment he wants nothing more than to be as close to you as possible. He wraps one of your arms around his neck, intertwining his fingers with your other hand.
“Hold on tight, my love,” he rasps against your collar, bringing your intertwined fingers above your hand and against the wall for leverage. His thrusts take on an unprecedented intensity, the globes of your ass slapping against the wall in loud, filthy, and wet paps. His vigor makes it easy for him to hammer into your g-spot at every thrust, having you reaching the summit of your orgasm all too quickly.
“Sy-Sylus! I-I’m so close,” you wail, fingers desperately clutching his, other hand digging into the back of his neck.
Sylus is close too, weeks of pent up emotion and need brimming to the point of boiling over. The only thing keeping him sane is the grip he has on your hand.
“Need to cum in you,” he hisses, driving into you harder as he nears his peak, “Need to breed you so full of my cum, hm?”
You nod eagerly at his filthy words, clutching onto him for dear life, “I’m c-cum—“
Sylus cuts you off, smashing his lips into yours. It must’ve been a sight to behold, the way Sylus had you locked in a passionate kiss, his hand holding yours above your head, his body pushing you up against the wall, pelvis wet from your arousal as his silver hair brushes repeatedly against your clit.
It was all enough to have you finally releasing all over his defined abdomen. You squirt against his stomach, eyes squeezing shut as his tongue claims your very breath. Your climax is powerful, mind-numbing, and utterly explosive.
Sylus huffs in pleasure as he feels your dripping thighs slapping against him, his own orgasm imminent. Your cunt continues to throb in the afterglow of your climax, wringing tightly against his violent ruts.
Finally, he climaxes inside you, moaning wildly into your mouth as he continues to devour you, thrusting through the intense waves of pleasure. His abdomen trembles, involuntary quivers wracking his body as rope after rope of his thick seed pours into you.
His lips pull away and he leans his forehead against yours, his entire body still quivering with waves of the intense overstimulation. His chest heaves violently with the pounding of his rapid heartbeat, his fingers still tied to yours, tracing gentle shapes in your tingling skin.
Sylus chuckles, the sound gentle and warm and the vibrations reverberating onto your own body as he clings to you still.
His eyes glimmer with amusement, his fingers capturing your chin again and pulling it downward to where your bodies remain connected. His voice is tender and mischievous, “It’s just like you to make such a mess when you’ve already used up all the water.”
You blush furiously when met with the image of your bodies, fit against each other together like puzzle pieces, glimmering with a wet sheen that was definitely not water. Your red satin nightdress had ridden up, the lace embroidering of the hem soaked. The argent dusting of hair on Sylus’s pelvis was matted in both your arousals. It was an absolutely sinful sight.
“P-put me down!” you hiss, tapping his chest, “We have to find a way to clean this up.”
Sylus raises his eyebrow at you, “Sweetheart, the only thing keeping the mess inside is my co–”
Your hands come together to cover his mouth, “Don’t say another word.”
Sylus chuckles into your hand, his breath warm and tickling You feel a sharp, but gentle, nip.
“Hey! Don’t bite m–OW!”
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The night air is brisk, sounds of ancient handbells ringing out softly as the dark sky twinkles with distant stars. A nearby bonfire rages, the sound of crackling of wood mixing with the distant chime of bells. And yet, it’s Sylus’s large body holding yours that keeps you warm against the gentle night breeze of the desert.
The hammock the two of you cuddle in swings lazily, Sylus’s fingers languidly stroking your hair as he tells you myths of the Gods and humans that once resided in this very valley.
“What about your world? What was your life like as a kid?”
Sylus is still as his body cradles your own, his fingers crushing the blossoms that had fallen into his palm. He hesitates for a second before saying, “Nothing special. I struggled to survive.”
Your heart clenches painfully at his words. His voice is nonchalant, yet something about his words is melancholic. Eerily wistful.
“I never imagined that one day, we’d be sitting in a place like this. Having discussions about the world,” you whisper.
You look up to catch Sylus staring at you. For a brief second, you catch the emotions in his eyes. They’re desperate, pleading with yours. For what, you’re unsure. He quickly blinks, the cerise orbs returning to their natural state.
“Do you think we’re talking about the same world?” His voice is unbearably gentle, his words confusingly cryptic, as if edged with a double meaning that you can’t quite grasp.
“I’m not sure,” you confess softly.
There’s a brief moment of silence. You continue, “Today is when people give flowers to each other in Linkon, but…” Your voice trails off. You gently dust off the fallen petals that’d landed on his shoulder, hand reaching to brush over his heart as you pick up a branch of the delicate flowers off his abdomen..
“Could those flowers bloom in this kind of soil?” You ponder aloud, holding the cluster of fallen and wilting blossoms, so different from the vibrant and thriving ones you’re familiar with in Linkon.
You glance up at Sylus again. The shadows of the palm trees above you obscure one side of his face, the other half haloed by the soft glow of the moonlight. He looks threateningly ethereal. The pools of carmine in his eyes glow as they search yours. Like earlier, they glimmer with inexplicable emotions that seem to plead with yours. Begging you for…something.
But he doesn’t speak, instead taking the cluster of wilted blossoms from your fingers. He twirls them in his fingertips, inspecting them carefully. He strokes the browning petals, a strange look of nostalgia flickering across his face.
You don’t understand, but you reach out for his hand, squeezing his fingers in yours. He squeezes you back, still looking mournfully at the flowers in his fingertips, almost as if remembering a painful memory.
Finally, Sylus turns to you. His smile is devastatingly beautiful and tragic all at once, his finger moving to tuck the loose strands of hair behind your ear. His piercing red eyes bore straight into your soul, the faint luminosity of his Aether core beating behind them.
“I’ve seen far more beautiful flowers bloom in this desert.”
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I know everyone hates Rose Quarts but I don't. I watched an interesting video forever ago about how part of the reason everyone hates her is because we watched her character progression backwards. And so we saw the best of her first and her absolute worst deeds last, without ever hearing her apology, or giving her the time and opportunity to make right. But I still like her, the one solid critism I hear is that she died to have Steven without ever cleaning up her mess. But may I make a theory that could possibly exonerate her of some of her suckiness?
She thought that once steven died, she'd come back.
Hear me out, a gem has certainly never done half the things Pink Diamond has done. She had no clue what was going to happen, she might have felt confident she could do it. Keep herself even while being part of steven. Maybe this could still be happening! So that her plan was, once steven had died she would come back and fix her mess.
But I hear you, your voices come to me like a prophet receiving visions from an angry god. She should have fixed her crap before she did this. And yah, you're probably right, but let me lesson her sentence of guilt. It had been centuries since the war right? And what was she to do. Her armies were destroyed, and she wouldn't be willing to start new kindergardens; how in the world was she suppose to stop the diamonds. It was a miracle they corrupted the planet and then just left in shame. It been centuries since the war, since anything had happened. How was she to know that she was only 14 years away from their return after so long of nothing.
Should she have instead of doing this, been working with the other crystal gems to come up with a war strategy? Yes. Should she have continued to experient with her immortality granting tears and mass producing spaceships and weapons of war? Yes. But is Greg Universe a total hotty and a catch? Double yes. I don't think she was a mastermind knowing her whole plan from the beginning but probably as she got to know Greg and love him and see his love for children(perhaps he even asked her for a kid). She saw her opportunity. In the eyes of immortals a 20 year old is on their death bed; his and her time were short.
She probably convinced herself that she could do it. That she could come back after stevens death, even if it now seems that she was wrong and that isn't happening.
In conclusion. Rose like any leader ever, has lead countless souls to their death, as well as done more good than those of the time could have ever imagined. That while her actions were never really the best ones possible, she tried, and she tried hard to rebel against her natural instinct to be a child. That while the decision to have steven was a frankly bad idea, she could have had relateable justifications, even if not sufficient justifications.
