Sending you all of the love babes, I'm glad you're doing what feels best for you ♥️ Are you still posting Sylus stuff on tumblr, or is it more playing the game? Either way I'm still glad to have you as my friend
Aw thank you so much for this thoughtful message (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)!
I will keep reblogging Sylus fanart and fics, for sure! My love for the character hasn't died down a bit, and there are so many passionate and talented people here that do him more than justice and whose work is a joy to indulge in! Wouldn't miss out on that for anything
But I won't be playing the game anymore, and I won't be posting things like trailers or images from new banners or write theories etc. My engagement will be strictly with fan created works from now on.
And yeah ofc ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ you and all of my fellow Sylus lovers will always be welcome here ♥︎ this community still means a lot to me, even if I'm no longer playing the game
Quit making me blush, you heathen... *I still relax and settle next to him though.* I should return my coins.
"Hea...then?"
The word floats off his lips in a breath, his tongue caressing the last syllable as if testing how this new idea tastes. The dragon's ruby eyes start to shine brighter as he circles you slowly.
"Look at you, so demanding."
His figure seems to morph into the shape of a man, obscured behind a thick black mist, which engulfs you until all you can see is darkness and all you can feel is his presence around you.
The dragon's inhuman voice, still dripping with the same temptation, the same forbidden desires, cuts through the murky air and fills your ears.
"If you're this bold with a heathen, then surely, you must have the courage to...
Can I hop on 29 with Sylus? I'm not a huge angst person and prefer fluff but if that doesn't strike your muse I'm ok with that 🥰
Helloooo!!!!! Thank you for your patience! This ficlet is a little silly and fluffy -- more silly than fluffy 😅 but it's all good vibes! I hope that's all right for you 🙏😊
rise and shine
You decide to play a prank on Sylus. It doesn’t work.
Walking along the halls of the Onychinus base has become so familiar that you can navigate your way with your eyes closed. All the better: you can't see your front because of the item that you're carrying. When you passed by Luke and Kieran with Mephisto looking on, they offered you assistance but you refused, because this is a mission that you must accomplish alone.
When you left Linkon the sun was still in the sky, hints of red bleeding from the horizon. Once you arrived at the N109 Zone, any sign of skylight disappeared; only the harsh lights of buildings remained.
In front of Sylus's bedroom door, a dim glow emanates. With all the stealth skills you can muster in spite of the bulky cargo on your arms, you sneak inside his chamber.
Just as you've anticipated, Sylus lies on the bed, still asleep. He won't wake up till later, which is why this is the best moment to attack.
With one knee on the bed, you loom over his prone, oblivious form. You take a brief moment to admire his features—a perfectly sculpted man, if you do say so yourself—before you shift the giant Grumpy Crow plushie you're holding and launch a tactical assault.
“Wake up, Sylus!” you announce, drilling on his side using Grumpy Crow's beak. “Your archnemesis is here!”
He doesn't stir—not even a twitch. What a formidable opponent.
So you switch gears and target his underjaw instead. Alternating between drill peck and rubbing the plushie along the expanse of his exposed skin, you continue on your offense, intent on succeeding in your attempt to tickle him awake.
Still he sleeps with nary a movement. No such luck.
“Tch, I see that you're not the Onychinus's boss for nothing.” You circle around the bed, and strike from the other side. Raising Grumpy Crow above your head to prepare for another bout of enthusiastic pecking, you glance down to find Sylus with his eyes open. And those opened, unimpressed eyes are trained on you.
You pause; awkward silence ensues.
And then, cheerfully you tell him, “You're making a very accurate impression of Grumpy Crow right now.”
“Might I have the pleasure of knowing why you're smothering me with a giant plushie?” he says, voice still rough from sleep.
“I am not smothering you!” You bring down the plushie back into your arms again, reassuring the inanimate object with a squeeze. “I am waking you up. And I succeeded.”
Sylus huffs out a laugh. Then he burrows further into the bed—which negates your victory and you are not allowing that.
But then a hand wraps around your wrist and the world spins and you're suddenly enclosed in a tangle of limbs and sheets, Grumpy Crow tumbling onto the floor with a soft plop.
“Sylus—”
“Shh,” he murmurs into the crown of your head. A hand cradles your nape and you're confronted with the crook of his neck. You can feel his pulse jumping from where you're held. “We'll have your awaited duel later. Right now, I'm enjoying my newly won pillow.”
You could have protested—and you know Sylus will indulge you. But entwined and comfortable like this, you let Sylus sleep in a little more. Maybe you can even catch a quick nap yourself.
After all, you still have plenty of opportunities to continue your plan—you still have a giant Smiley Dino to dispatch.
"Why so squirmy all of a sudden?" Frank chuckles as you writhe atop him.
It doesn't matter, it gives you no leverage. Not when your legs are spread wide, Frank's calves hooked over your legs to prevent you from closing them or twisting away.
His fingers are clenched around the front of your throat, squeezing just enough to remind you who holds the power - even in the sanctum of your pristine white sheets, in your lovely, bright bedroom.
Frank's other arm is draped across your body, fingers reaching over your mound and circling your clit mercilessly.
He's fucking into you from below, quickening the melody of your squelching wetness. Your slick is mixed with his cum, from the two times he already filled you with. He's chasing a third load.
"You know the drill, honey," he huffs, rubbing your swollen pearl harsher. "You come twice before you get my cum."
It started as a boast how he'd make you orgasm twice before he finished himself. Then became a sadistic game of wrecking you.
Can I join Ficlet Friday? Could we get something fun with Andy Barber and 29. Tickling each other? 🥺
Absolutely, Tori! I hope you enjoy!
Tickle Fight
Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader
Word Count: Over 500
Warnings: Established relationship, tickling, fluff
You waited on the couch for Andy, the aroma from the popcorn making your stomach lightly grumble. He insisted on relaxing tonight with a movie since his last case took a lot out of him. It was a win, but still an exhausting victory. A quiet night would be good for both of you.
Andy came into the room a minute later with a bowl for you to share. “Didn’t start the movie without me, did you?” he winked.
“That would be rude,” you smiled, taking the opportunity to snuggle close once he sat down. “Are we actually going to watch the movie?”
His chuckle warmed your skin, as did his beard when he kissed your temple. “Let’s see how far we get, honey.”
It was a few minutes into the movie that you noticed Andy hadn’t completely relaxed. There was a stiffness in his body, a small clench in his jaw. The case was lingering in his mind even if he didn’t know it. You had to help somehow.
Keeping your eyes on the screen, you lightly touched his side with your fingertips. He didn’t squirm right away, but he did cover your hand to try and stop you. “What are you doing?” he asked, holding back a laugh.
“Nothing,” you replied innocently, waiting until he focused on the television before you did it again.
“That isn’t nothing.” A soft laugh escaped when Andy squirmed, making you giggle, too. “You’re… distracting me.”
“Oh, is that what I’m doing?” you asked, turning to tickle him with both hands.
The laugh he let out made his entire face light up, and it was the happiest he had looked in weeks. You were so caught up in how beautiful he looked that he seized the opportunity to put his hands on you. “Andy!” you shrieked when his fingers grazed your sides.
“Oh, no,” he laughed, pulling you close when you went to move away. “You started this.”
“This means…” you couldn’t finish your sentence when you laughed again.
“War,” he smirked.
The war didn’t last long, the blend of laughter drowning out the sound from the movie. At one point you knocked a cushion off the sofa, and Andy ended up on top of you as you breathlessly giggled. “Y… You win!” you choked out, trying to put your hands up in surrender when your sides began to ache.
“Say that again,” he smirked, though his tickling was much gentler so you could catch a bit of your breath.
“You win,” you sighed, your chest heaving when he showed mercy and stopped.
“You put up a good fight,” he teased, stretching out on top of you. His heart pounded as fast as yours.
“Feel better?” you asked, not having to expand on why you were asking. He knew. And you saw in his eyes before he kissed you that he was finally relaxed.
“Much better,” he whispered, kissing you again. “Thank you.”
You didn’t make it through the rest of the movie, but Andy was back to himself and that was all that mattered.
Love and thanks for participating in Ficlet Friday! ❤️
You flick through the titles, lounging on your couch. Waiting for something to spark interest. With a sigh you switch the streaming service for something else.
A click catches your attention. The doorway to the living room filled with a tall figure. His wings spanning the space behind him.
“What’re you up to?” he asks—your brother’s best friend, Johnny.
You click your teeth and gesture toward the television. Answering with the obvious.
What you don’t expect is for him to plop down on the couch. Tail taking up the space beside you as he gets comfortable.
He makes a suggestion. You ask why he’s here. Your brother invited him to hang out but hasn’t gotten home from his shift yet.
You hum and start the movie, settling back into the cushions and putting the remote down.
Johnny’s phone pings with a notification. His Glammr account announcing a match, no doubt. You don’t think about it. About how he’s always been there. About the light that always dances in his crystal blue eyes. That fleck of green. The expanse of his body, almost always on show. The shine of his scales.
The jab to your side startles you. Your body jumping away as Johnny’s claws graze your side. You cut a look toward him, a glare.
But he goes back for more, cajoling you into brighter spirits. Calling you a stick in the mud. Wanting to hear you laugh. His claws tickling along your sides and up under your arms.
You bite your lip. Refusing to make the sounds that want to burst past your lips. The moan sits heavy on your tongue.
Johnny doesn’t stop, scooting to your side and wrestling you beneath him. A smirk on his lips as he says, “come on, let me hear it. I know what this does to you.”
I'm so obsessed with this AU, I know my own self consciousness of myself and what I'm into would make it hard to indulge myself in it but I can't get this idea out of my head
I've been having so much fun with it, Tori!! And I'm so excited that other people are into it too!! And I feel like this idea can extend to whatever you want--whichever babes, whatever kinks! That's one of the things that makes it so fun for me. ☺️
