(No pronouns used I think. lmk if I fuked up...sorry in advance if so)
loosely based on 'Where Hearts Live' (birthday card). I know it's late for his birthday, but it's on time for mine!!!
CW♡ oral(m receiving), bottom sylus, dom reader, cüm eating, Unprotected penetrative, voyerism(Kinda sorta if you think about it???), outdoor s, sylus is just so down bad and so are you !!! LIGHTLY proofread if you could even call it that…
What do you get a man who seemingly has everything? Sylus had enough money to buy what he wanted and more. The twins weren't much help either when you asked, and the time is ticking, so it has gotten to the point where you have to ask the man himself.
“Sylusssss, you’re awful to buy gifts for, do you know that?” you whined as you threw yourself on the couch next to him and flopped your head onto his lap. He chuckled at your dramatics, saving his spot in the book he was reading, and gave you his full attention.
“I think I’m quite simple, really,” he shrugged. His fingers find your scalp and gently massage, making your scowl falter. He always found it amusing when you tried to stay annoyed with him. Sylus is well aware of how he has you wrapped around his finger.
“Not at all, what can I give you that you don’t already have…” less of a question, more just a statement to yourself. Your pout deepens the more you think about it.
“Exactly, I have everything I could ever want.” His hands move down to caress your face. Again, you give in, savoring the warmth on your skin, but then you manage to snap yourself out of his spell, softly slapping his hand away and straddling his lap. The quickness of it all made him smirk, trying his hardest to hold back the cat jokes.
“I'm serious.” You take his face in your hands in hopes of making him understand. His own hands move absidmindedly and rest on your waist. The two of you look at each other for a moment, you try to keep your scowl as he looks at you with nothing but amusement.
“Me too. I have you, and I'm perfectly content.” You attempt to keep your mean face, but immediately falter after he starts peppering your face with kisses. *Kiss* “See?” *kiss, kiss* “Simple.” Sighing, you wrap your arms around his head and hug him to your chest, huffing again.
“I cant fucking stand you” (the cutness agression got to you)
“I love you too,” he sighs contentedly closing his eyes, basking in the comfort and warmth in your arms. He wasn’t lying, you're all he ever wanted, all he ever needs. Now that he has you, what else could he possibly desire? “Surprise me then,” he hums, nuzzling further into your chest.
You feel the complete opposite. Sylus did so much for you. He’s always showering you with gifts, so obviously you want to do the same. What could you do to show him how much you appreciate him?
After a week of deliberation, you think maybe you’ve found something. First, you put in leave for three days, the day before, the day of, and the day after his birthday. You also told the twins to do everything they could to keep his schedule free during that time.
The next steps in Operation Sylus Day went smoothly. You bought tickets to the wildlife park, booked a presidential suite at the resort near the park, and bought everything needed for a picnic and a birthday cake. Your excitement was palpable as the 17th neared. The way you skipped and hummed as you finished up your last field reports made it evident to everyone in the office that something was up. On the 17th at 1 pm, your car was fully packed and ready to go.
Asshole: not as excited as you it seems.
You: I’ll literally cancel everything.
Asshole: oh I’m jumping with joy, kitten!
You: You’re living up to your contact name. That's for sure.
You: I'm on my way. Be ready or else.
Asshole: Yes, dear. Of course, dear.
Huffing, you get in your car, ready to head towards the base. Despite the sarcasm, you knew sylus was actually excited. He’s been “subtly” trying to guess what you had planned since you stopped begging him to tell you what to get him for his birthday. The newfound confidence you had with your plans piqued his interest, that's for sure. He had to try really hard not to look at your bank statements for any sort of clue. About 45 minutes later, you pull up to the Onychinus base.
You: Come down. Im hereeee
In record time, sylus emerges from the manor door with a suitcase and a duffle bag, both designer, and way too much for a three-day trip. You get out of the car and greet him, giving him a quick kiss, and attempt to help him with his bags.
“Packing light, I see.” You chide. He tried to deadpan, but was easily replaced by a lopsided smile.
“This was me cutting back” - which you wholeheartedly believed, yes, it was too much for a three-day trip, but this is Sylus we are talking about. “To be fair, someone has been very stingy with information, I could only guess what I needed to pack.” he shrugs, but expectantly waits for a hint anyway.
“And I will continue to be stingy with information. Now let's hit the road, it’s about a three-hour drive from here to the hotel. sylus loads up his bags next to yours and moves to get in the driver's seat. “No, sir, for the next three days you’ll be my passenger princess.” A dopey grin replaces his normally smug smile
“Lucky me.” (he loves being a passenger princess)
The drive up to the resort wasn't bad, you urged sylus to take a nap so it would be easier to adapt to a normal sleep schedule instead of his insane one. So far, everything went according to plan, the room was exactly what you wanted, big and luxurious. The first day, you planned light since most of the day was travel, so once you got there, you hit the spa, had dinner, and went to bed. On the day of his birthday, you woke up early to prepare the picnic, do the finishing touches to the cake, and pack it all up. When it was nearing the time to leave for the park, you tiptoe to the room and quietly opened the door, getting ready to wake up the birthday boy, but sylus was already awake and ready.
“Someone's eager.” You lean against the door frame as you watch him check over his outfit for the day. He held his tongue from reminding how eager you were to take him once the clock hit midnight for “birthday head”, but he’ll save that for later. “Here. I have one more accessory for you.”
“Another gift?” he raised his eyebrows ever so slightly as he watched you pin something to his shirt.
“Happy birthday, Sylus,” you peck his cheek. “Alright, let's go!!”
Coming to Tolan Wildlife Park was a good call on your part, sylus always seemed to enjoy being out in nature and observing small animals going about their life. “I'm glad the weather is nice today, a little breezy, but it’s beautiful out.” The two of you walk hand in hand, sipping on your maple coffee. A bag sits in the nook of your elbow, the salesperson at the gift show was too convincing when trying to sell the bottled maple syrup(you definitely got it for later use, iykyk). Sylus hums in response. The warm feeling spreading in his chest wasn't because of the coffee, and it wasn’t from passersby sincerely wishing him a Happy Birthday after seeing the pin you prepared for him(it partially was, actually), but that you did all of this for him, and supposedly had more.
“Yeah, it is nice today.” his large, warm hand squeezed yours slightly, and you squeezed back in a silent ‘I love you’.
“All right, big guy, go secure us a spot. I’ve got some stuff to go get.” If there was one thing Sylus learned throughout this whole ordeal, it was not to question you because he would “ruin the surprise”. The man did as he was told and found a tucked-away corner in the maple tree orchard. After texting you a PIN of his location, he sees you balancing boxes as you clumsily make your way over.
“Sweetie, I would have helped, you know.” he takes the black box that was sitting on top.
“I know, but you’re the Birthday Boy, and I don't want you lifting a finger, I wanna take care of you today.” Sitting in the soft grass, you unpack the picnic blanket and all the snacks. “Come. Sit.” You pat the spot next to you, and he quickly makes himself comfortable, nibbling on the cute-shaped fruits. Lunch was calm, full of laughter and stories shared between the two of you as you reminisced. In no time, you find yourself lying on top of him, basking in the presence of each other. This didn’t last long though, a maple leaf started to swirl around in your peripheral, and on instinct, you sit up to grab it. Only after a couple of swipes did you see the swirling streams of red and black that seemed to push the leaf around. “Sylussss,” you whined and playfully patted his stomach, earning a deep chuckle from the man under you.
“And you wonder why I call you Kitten,” he chuckles again. You huff and look away, glancing up at the grand maple trees that hid you from the rest of the world. “Want a taste from the tap?” you hum, questioning what he meant, but soon caught on when the two of you stood and he hoisted you up in his arms. “That spout right there. Yeah, that one.” He looks up at you, eyes full of nothing but admiration, as the sun casts down on you through the spaces in the leaves. You always looked so angelic to him.
“Mmm, tastes sweet,” he watches intensely as you dart your tongue on your finger, and you pick up on that intensity. “Want a taste?” Now it's you wearing the snug smirk he normally adorns. When he huffs out a yes, you drag your fingers on his bottom lip, and in response, he immediately darts his tongue out to taste the sweetness on your fingers. Felling bold, you slowly slide both syrup-covered digits into his mouth. Sylus welcomed them enthusiastically, gently sucking and swirling his tounge on your finger pads. “Taste sweet, right?” The fingers in his mouth gently press down on his tongue, earning a grunt in response. His hands that rest on your bottom squeeze and bring you closer to him. Once the syrup was long gone, you pull your fingers back, and he lets them go with a quiet pop.
“Feeling bold, Kitten?” he arches an eyebrow, lips still parted, cheeks still dusted a soft pink. Before you could get a response out the world turns sideways, and you both fall on the ground in a soft thud, Sylus breaking your fall.
“I told you, I wanna take care of you. Let me take care of the Birthday Boy.” You sensually drag your words, knowing it always has an effect on him. Smaller hands trace up and down his sensitive abdomen as you straddle his waist. “Good job picking this spot, tucked away from the world. Juuust enough privacy.” You trail your hands down and start playing with his belt buckle. “So you had something indecent in mind, huh?” His breath hitches as you make quick work of the belt and unbutton his slacks.
“No not nescesarraly…But I do know you.” A chuckle escapes his parted lips. Deep crimson eyes watch you as you trace over the growing bulge in his briefs. A look of mischief flashes before your eyes as an idea pops up that sylus knows that will inevitably get him in trouble, he’s rubbed off on you.
“Haaaaappy birth-day t-o you.” A kiss is pressed below his belly button. “Hap-py birthday tooo you.” Another placed on the waistband of his underwear. “Happy birrrrthday, dear Syy-lus.” You finally gently peel down his underwear, patting his hips to lift so you can drag the garment further. “Happy birthday to” the last kiss is placed on his weeping, angry tip. “You.” The song's last words came out as a whisper, making eye contact with the blushing man as you take all of him into your mouth, doing exactly what he liked. He sat heavy in your mouth, throbbing and leaking with each bob, lick, and suck you delivered. Yes, you were tucked away in a little nook of the meadow, but if an unsuspecting dogwalker came by, they would definitely hear the obscene slurps and grunts coming from behind the trees. “Keep moaning like that and someone will hear you, my love.” You bring his crownhead before your lips and blow softly, gently massaging his heavy, set balls in your hand. Sylus’s breath hitches, and the picnic blanket under him becomes his victim as he bunches it in his hands in desperate attempts to ground himself. Grunts of “yes” and profanities leave his lips as he praises you, confessing his undying love as you take him further down your throat.
“Sh-shit. Sweetheart, I’m gonna cum..” his hand leaves the blanket and to your hair, not tugging or pushing, but just to feel you. The other hand reaches for one of yours. It doesn't take long for him to shoot hot ropes of white into your mouth, and you show him how much you savor the tangy-sweet flavor. Ever so softly, your name leaves his lips and beckons you to come up to him.
“Pretty boy. So pretty,” his eyes glint in the sun, making the warmth spread in your chest. He has this soft glow to him. There is no other way to describe sylus but ‘beautiful’. A beautiful soul encased in an equally beautiful body. He doesn't get the chance to say anything in response, but instead matches the passion and fever of you as you kiss him, pouring all he wanted to say in a single kiss. Large warm hands move down and bunch up your skirt to your waist, and pull your panties to the side. Gasps are shared between both of you as you feel each other in your most intimate places. Skillfully, as he’s done many times before, he slips inside the welcoming warmth of your cunt. “No, I told you. I wanna do it today…” Your hands move from his chest to his shoulders as you start to slowly bring your hips up and down his length. Sylus lets it happen. Willingly, he lets himself be taken care of by you, as you were the only person who could. You were the only person with whom he could truly be vulnerable.
“I love you so much.” Your name leaves his lips in a strangled whimper. The hands on your waist grip you tighter. You babble your “I love you”s back, picking up the pace. The burn in your thighs is creeping up, but the pleasure of him effortlessly stretching you out, filling you up, and hitting every spot that needs to be hit overcomes any discomfort you have. “Cum sweetie. Let me see you cum for me.”
“So s-soo pretty. Ah f-fuck sylusss so so” he thrusts up to meet your hips the sloppier your bounces become. “I love you”s are exchanged one more time before the knot in your core comes loose, and he follows soon after. Neither of you moves, even after the rises and falls of your chests slow down, and your skin cools down from the evening breeze. A comfortable silence spreads as you bask in each other's embrace, and the silence stays as you fix your clothes and lie beside one another.[yk like bella and edward in their meadow..] You hum one of Sylus’s favorite songs (that also became yours) as you play with his fingers. “Oh! I almost forgot,” you jump up, interrupting the silence. “Your cake!”
“So that's what’s in the box,” he arches an eyebrow, his dopey grin coming back as he sits up.
“It’s not super elegant or elaborate…but what's a birthday without a birthday cake?” You gently take the small cake out of the box and sheepishly present it to him. A hearty chuckle leaves his lips, making you snap your head up with a pout.
“No, no..I mean. It's perfect, Kitten. I’ve never had a birthday cake before.” his eyes soften, looking down at the cake and back up at you.
“Well, from now on, every birthday of yours will be accompanied by a cake even bigger and better than the last. Now, blow out your candles.”
“Shouldn’t you sing to me?” he cocks his head
“I already did, remember?” you cock your head back with an equally as smug face.
“Humor me,” you feign annoyance, but sing to him anyway. When the song comes to a close, you bring the cake up to his face, urging him to blow out the candles.
“Well, did you make a wish?” you ask before eating a spoonful of the red velvet cake.
“Hmm? Isn’t that supposed to be a secret?” he wipes frosting off the side of your mouth, licking what he swiped off that was on his thumb.
“I wish for you to always live freely and brilliantly.” You look at him sideways, face warming at his answer.
“You were supposed to wish for something for yourself…like I don't know…a new pair of shoes or..”
“Who said it wasn’t for myself?” he takes your hands in his. “Only when you live boldly and freely will all of this have meaning,” the normally deep raspy timber of his voice softened.
“Oh, sylus…” Tears threaten to spill over. “I'm supposed to be making you get emotional with sweet words, you dork..” Your fist punches his shoulder before you rummage in the basket and hand him a card.
“More gifts?” he raises his eyebrows, a little surprised at how much he’s receiving, birthday or not. He traces his fingers over the silver detailing on the black envelope.
“Well, I wanted to write something down…You always send me random love letters…I figured it was my turn.” The nth chuckle left Sylus’s upturned lips as he opened the envelope, reading your heartfelt words. You chew the inside of your cheek raw as you wait for a reaction from him. Little did you know he was floating. The words you wrote pierced his heart. He felt weightless. Sylus knew that you loved him, but reading your innermost thoughts made his love deepen for you even more. A bottomless pit of love and devotion all for you, and that's how he looks at you after he gently folds the paper back up(he will frame it or scrapbook it or something for sure..).
“I know I never really get sappy like this…You know it’s kinda hard for me…but I-.” You breathe in deeply before continuing. “Sylus, in every lifetime, I know in my heart, that we are meant to be together. Just know that I’ll always find my way back to you. Sure, I might be a little stubborn in the beginning,” you laugh as you remember your first encounter. “I am you and you are me, forever and always.” You place a hand on your chest, and the other on his. “I feel as though we share a soul.”
“You don’t know just how right you are, My love,” and for a split second, he sees you as you were in all the past lives you had together, just as radiant. Even if you didn’t know on a conscious level, your soul remembered, resonating with each other's halves that were planted within you. Forever and always intertwined.
I had a lot of fun with this one (^///^)
sylus is just the sweetest, softest, most love-struck dude. This card perfectly showed that and made me tear up for sure. SWEET SWEET BOOYYYYY
OHH and this is my bday cake btw !!! The players on tik tok were going INNNN mine feels kinda lack luster now 😭
