I Wanted to Say Good-Bye (Pt. 1: Sylus, Zayne, Rafayel)
This headcanon was inspired by some angst I've been feeling. After Infold cancelled Valko, I was so pissed off I immediately deleted the game. However, because of that, I felt like I never really got to say proper goodbyes to my boys. So, this is my way of coping.
Sylus:
You had thought you had escaped the gaze of Onychinus' leader. However, as you lurked disguised in the shadows of an alleyway, you heard a familiar caw. With your sun glassed eyes, you looked up at the tall building next to you and recognized a red eyed mechanical crow glaring at you.
"Fuck." You murmured, rushing out of the alley as fast as you could. If Mephisto was here, then that meant his owner's eyes wouldn't be far-
"Hello Kitten." You groaned and turned around to face the tall, silver-haired man behind you. You should have known better than to think you could leave him without a word, and he wouldn't somehow track you down.
"Hi Sylus." You expected to see him looking coiffed and arrogant as always. Instead, despite his outer grace, you could tell it was a facade. You noticed cracks. A few strands of his hair weren't properly in place and stuck out awkwardly, his clothes were wrinkled, and worst were his eyes that had deep dark bags under them with his smile failing to reach them.
"So, Kitten." Sylus started with a forced smirk on his face that occasionally shifted into a scowl. "You really thought you could just leave, without even saying goodbye." You gulped. Your sudden departure seemed to have affected him more than you thought. You took a breath and decided to look into his piercing scarlet eyes, to help him understand. You removed your sunglasses and your black face mask.
"I did hope you wouldn't notice-"
"Well, you were wrong." He spat out with harsh vitriols, making you unintentionally flinch at the sound of his cold voice. After your initial meeting, he never spoke to you that way. The bitterness in his tone was disconcerting. However, noticing your distress, Sylus' eyes grew round. Though he was angry, after seeing your shocked reaction, Sylus' gaze softened with his mouth curving down into a frown. "I'm sorry Y/N. I didn't mean to scare you, but why did you leave without saying anything? The night you left, I thought we were having a great time together?"
"We were. I enjoyed my time with you, but I have to leave. I'm sorry Sylus, I can't explain more. Please just understand I-" He stepped forward, closing the distance between the two of you.
"Was it my fault? Did I hurt you? If so, I am sorry. I would never intentionally harm you." His voice quivered and cracked as he spoke. His desperation was palpable, and it tore you inside. How could he think so badly about himself? And how could you have made him feel that way?
"No, Sylus, of course not." You bridged the gap between the two of you and as you walked closer, you could see him holding his breath and scanning your form, although unsure what you'll do. When you were close enough, you pulled him into a tight embrace. "I'm so sorry, my dragon. I never meant to make you feel so horrible about yourself. I just didn't want to make you worry about me. I thought leaving without saying anything would make that possible."
"Well, you were wrong. Whether you told me you were leaving, or not, I was going to worry about you."
"I'm so sorry Sylus." You nestled closely to his chest. "I swear, me leaving has nothing to do with you. I have an important mission that I need to handle." Sylus sighed, holding you closer while stroking your hair.
"Are you sure you don't need my help? I can come with you".
"I wish you could, but I have to do this on my own."
"Alright, but please promise me you will come back." You stared up into his scarlet eyes with a fiery determination embedded on your own.
"I can't promise that, but I do promise to do everything in my power to return to you."
"I guess that will have to do. However, don't expect me to stop looking out for you, any way I can."
"I know and I love you too."
Zayne:
You hastily typed on the keyboard of your doctor's desktop. His office was completely dark except for the light from the computer screen illuminating your face. You hated doing this. You hated sneaking behind your boyfriend's back and invading his privacy, but he didn't leave you a choice.
It started a week ago. Captain Jenna had assigned you an important undercover mission for an undetermined amount of time. For your new task, you needed to relocate to a foreign city. This mission would take you away from your home, your boyfriend. The very idea wrecked you, but you knew it was for the greater good. So, you pushed yourself and prepared to go, and one of the things you needed was your medical records to provide your temporarily assigned doctor.
You had begged Zayne to give a copy to you, but he demanded you share where you would be transferring to in return. You never wanted to hide anything from the man you loved, but revealing where you were heading could jeopardize the mission and worse still, put him in the line of fire. So, you adamantly refused, hoping he would understand your plight and still chose to help you, unfortunately instead, he coldly refused.
That's how you found yourself in the middle of the night, sneaking into your boyfriend's workplace.
"Come on, where does he store my medical files on this stupid thing." You murmured to yourself as you scrolled down the numerous files on his drive. As each second passed without finding a single trace of your name, more anxiety bubbled in your chest, like bile filling your lungs. It was torture. At any moment, you had inkling that someone was going to discover you. "Damn it." You quietly groaned while biting your nails and muttering to yourself. You couldn't understand why this was so difficult. You swore you watched Zayne work on this computer a million times. You should know where he stored his work, but for some reason, it wasn't in the same spot you saw before, how was that poss-
"Maybe because I knew you would try to pull a trick like this." A deep voice echoed in the darkness before luminescent lights abruptly flooded the room.
Caught
"Shit." You whined as you got up from the office chair. You knew, there was no point in trying to hide.
"You know," Your raven-haired boyfriend scolded as he crossed his arms, his brows deeply furrowing. "I can report you for breaking and entering. I don't think the Association would be happy hearing that one of their elite hunters broke into her doctor's office."
OH, so he wants to play.
Pursing your lips and imitating his closed off stance, you asked back:
"Well, if this is the game you want to play, I'm sure the higher-ups of your hospital wouldn't be excited to hear that their acclaimed head of cardiac surgery is having intimate relations with his patient." Zayne sighed before pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Fine. I'm still not giving you your medical reports." You raised your arms, exasperated.
"Are you serious, Zayne? You know how important this mission is to me."
"I know, but as your doctor and more importantly, as your partner, my main priority will always be to keep you safe. And how is that possible if I don't even know where you are?" His voice cracked on the last word before he avoided your gaze. His hazel eyes clouded and watered as they remained downwards. Your initial anger began to disappear. You were reminded that despite his infuriating behavior, he, as always, was only trying to look out for you. You took a breath before taking a step forward towards him.
"I understand you only want to keep me safe, and please don't think I am doing this because I don't trust you to." You inched closer until you were able to reach out and hold his cool hand. You could feel slight tremors as you held him. "Believe me Zayne, I want to tell you everything. Hell, if you could come with me, I would be the first to grab your bags, but I can't. To protect this mission, to protect you, I can't share any information with you. I'm sorry." The harsh coldness in his face completely melted away and was replaced with a look that was warmer, gentle, and scared.
"But what if something happens? I want to be able to be there if you need me."
"Well, you're my emergency contact. I'm sure the Association will call you if-" His hold on your hand tightened.
"What if they contact me too late." His hand lifted and he softly caressed your cheek. "I can't risk losing you Y/N." Your eyes began to tear up as well. Your heart warmed from his dedication to you, but bitterness remained. Despite his well-meaning, it didn't change the situation you were in.
"I love you Zayne, but I need to go. It's my job, my duty. I can't shirk my responsibilities, but I understand I am asking a lot from you, but please. If you want to support me, you have to just trust me that I will do everything in my power to be safe and to come back to you." Your partner studied your face before exhaling and pulling you into a hug, his cheek resting on the top of your head.
"Alright Y/N. If you promise to take care of yourself and to not be reckless, I will stop trying to pry."
"Thank you, I promise. Now, can you please give me my medical records now."
"No."
"ZAYNE!" You whined, pulling away from the doctor's embrace, yet unable to escape the man's broad arms.
"I'm not going to give it to you because I already sent them to Captain Jenna a few hours ago." You stared up at him, your jaw hanged open.
"What? Why didn't you tell me?!" You screeched as you playfully punched his shoulder.
"Well, as per your boss, you should have received an email confirming that the medical reports have been received."
"Well, I never got any email!" You whipped out your phone from your pocket and furiously clicked the email app. The moment the app opened, you were instantly met with the notification email you missed a few hours ago. "Oh." You said plainly, your cheeks painted bright red.
"Despite my reservations Y/N, I would never jeopardize your career and take away your ability to choose." You pouted before resting your head on his chest. The gentle beating of his heart soothing you.
"Well, you should have told me that before I embarked on this stupid heist."
"You're right Y/N." Zayne drawled, sarcasm dripping from his tone. "I'm sorry." He returned his head to the top of yours and you both stood in the middle of his office for awhile, quietly enjoying your intermingled heart beats and shared warmth, until you spoke up once more.
"I'll miss you so much Zayne." The doctor responded by placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.
"I'll miss you too."
Rafayel:
"Well, look who came crawling back." You rolled your eyes as you entered Rafayel's studio. The room's curtains were completely drawn shut. You could only see the shadowed outline of Rafayel's crouched down form, sitting on the ground, working on one of his paintings because of the lit candles scattered around the floor.
"Don't waste your breath. I'm just grabbing my things, and I'll leave my keys to your place on your bed." You hastily retreated from the living room to your once shared bedroom as your eyes began to burn. During your break-up, he was so vindictive and petty. Giving him the satisfaction of seeing you cry made you sick. You refused to let him see a single tear, but your heart couldn't help, but ache. It shouldn't have ended this way.
---
A few days ago, you received incredible news from work. You were offered a temporary hunter position that would allow you to lead your own team in a city a few hours away that you always dreamed of living in. It was an amazing opportunity, but there was one large downside, you would be away from your home and boyfriend for a year. It would complicate a lot of things, but you wanted to see the positives. So, the day you learned the news, after work, you ran straight to your favorite person to tell him.
As usual, you found your boyfriend in his studio. Inside, he was preoccupied with his new painting that had a woman who looked very similarly to you. As he painted on top of a ladder, he slouched. His eyes intense from focus; he barely noticed your presence until you called out to him.
"I have great news Raffie!" His mauve eyes shined as a large grin grew on his face.
"Ooooh! Wait a bit before you tell me! I want to be on steady ground before you give me the news!" Rafayel practically jumped down from the ladder before facing you completely.
"I was offered a temporary lead hunter position! I'll be leading my own team!" You jumped into him, pulling him into a tight hold as you both hopped together. Laughter and giggles flew around the room as excitement filled the air. It was exhilarating, but after a bit, Rafayel pulled back, and gazed directly at your face and cupped your cheeks in his hand. Giving both of them a slight pinch.
"I'm so proud of you Y/N."
"Thanks baby. I promise it will only be a year. I'll be back in no time." The smile on his face immediately dropped. His amethyst eyes shifted around, studying your face as he let go of you.
"Wait, your new position isn't in Linkon?"
"No, it's in a city that's a few hours away, but you can visit me on my off days." His previous cheer disappeared and was replaced with a sulky frown. He backed away from you, his arms crossed.
"When do you leave?" Your heart started to race. You didn't expect his mood to sour so drastically.
"This weekend." His eyes widened as he gasped.
"Are you serious?! Hold on, Y/N, please tell me you haven't said yes yet." You gulped.
Shit
"I did already." Rafayel raised his hands in the air dramatically before pacing around with his hands gripping his hair. "It's not a big deal-" The man stopped in his tracks, his jaw dropped.
"Well, it's a big deal for me!" He argued as he poked his chest. "You couldn't consult me first before agreeing?!"
"Raf, this could be my big break. The opportunity that could advance my career. I couldn't risk them changing their minds, I had to say yes." Rafayel's pout deepened as he crossed his arms again, his hands gripping his arms tightly.
"Wow, happy to see you didn't consider how I felt at all when you made such a life altering decision." You could feel a scowl on your own face as you glared at his dramatics.
"Stop exaggerating Rafayel. This doesn't change anything-"
"It does! You forced us into a long-distance relationship without even consulting me or checking what I wanted!"
"Raf, this is my career! Why can't you be supportive! You know this is what I've always been striving for!"
"So, this is always how it is going to be?! You're always going to put our relationship second to your career." You stomped your foot and pointed your finger at his face.
"Don't you dare put words in my mouth! Our relationship will always be important to me, but I can't just sacrifice my own career because you are nervous about being lonely! Have I ever complained when you left town for your exhibitions or conferences!"
"That's not fair Y/N. Those events have only been for a few days, and I always offered you to come with me! You're asking me to be without you for a year!"
"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not changing my mind. I'm going whether I have your approval or not!" You both stayed silent as the tension between you both loomed. That was until Rafayel brushed the hair out of his face before glaring at you.
"Fine, I can't change your mind, but I can make my own decisions. I don't want to be with someone who has zero consideration for my feelings." You gasped.
"Are you serious! You're willing to throw away our relationship because of a stupid fight!"
"It's not just a stupid fight for me! And, if you can't understand that, just go."
"Raf please-"
"Just go. I hope all of this was worth imploding our relationship for." Before you could open your mouth, Rafayel was storming out of the room, a bang of a door signaling your loss. A weak exhale escaped your lips as your eyes turned to your own painted portrait. She stared judgmentally back at you.
---
You huffed as you threw your cardboard box on the bed.
"Time to get to work." You muttered as you started searching around the bedroom, looking around for all the items you left at his place for the last few years. As you circled around, you tried to feel nothing, to keep your heart impenetrable as stone, but every time you picked something up, either it was a pajama shirt, your toothbrush, or a plushie you both won together, a suffocating wave of anguish and memories would absorb you. It was impossible to ignore the heartbreak you felt, especially in the bedroom where you both shared multiple nights together, intertwined and lost in loving bliss. Tears slipped from your eyes, making it difficult to navigate around, so, instead of stumbling, you sat on the bed and let your tears fall freely.
As you cried, pathetic whimpers and gasps left your lips. You tried to silence your voice. You covered your mouth with the palm of your hands, but it was impossible to stop the sound from escaping.
This fucking sucks.
"Y/N." You got up instantly and faced the opposite direction of your ex's voice as you tried as discreetly as possible to wipe the tears from your eyes.
"What?" You said scornfully, praying your voice doesn't sound too hoarse.
"Did you need help with getting your stuff?" His words punched you in the gut, catching your breath. Wobbly, you answered:
"No, I'm fine. Now, leave me alone; it should only take a few minutes."
"Alright." You could hear the pattering of his feet as he retreated from the room. You wanted to beg him to stay, to comfort you, but his actions made his intentions clear; he was done with you.
"Whatever." You murmured to yourself. If he's willing to call it quits, so are you.
As you promised, a few minutes later, you finished packing your stuff and with your filled box in your hand, you returned to the living room. You thought he would be back on the ground, but instead, he stood frozen on the couch.
"Okay, I'm out, bye Raf." He only grunted as a response. You rolled your eyes and turned to the exit, when you felt a sharp pain on the heel of your foot.
What the fuck?
You looked down and your body went cold as you stared at what you stepped on. A pearl. You returned to the living room quietly, with your eyes on the ground. With your view changed, you were able to see what you missed the whole time. Pearls of different shapes and colors littered around the whole room. He'd been sobbing too.
"Raf." You called as you turned on the lights of the living room, revealing more of the truth. Rafayel turned to you, and you saw him clearly for the first time since you entered his home. His eyes were red and puffy; his hair and clothes were disheveled. Pearls pooled around his lap. He was hurting like you were. "I don't want to end things like this." His lips quivered as he looked up at you. He needed you. You walked towards him and sat right next to him on the couch. As you approached his eyes followed you intently. Once you were seated, Rafayel spoke in a weak voice.
"I don't want things to end this way either, but I blew it. I shouldn't have dumped us so recklessly, I'm so sorry Y/N."
"I'm sorry too." You put your hand on his shoulder, stroking the length of his arm. "You were right. I should have talked to you before accepting."
"No, don't say that." He took the hand from his shoulder and held it against his heart. "It's your career, your passion. You never got in the way of my painting, and I should give you the same freedom. I just panicked." You cocked your head.
"Why?"
"It felt like you were abandoning me, or like I was going to lose you. I just freaked and I lashed out."
"You know I'm not abandoning you, right? I promise to message and call you every day! And anytime we're both free, we can meet. Here back home, or in the new city. I never want to lose you Raffie." Your ex? kissed your knuckles and pressed your palm on his wet cheek. With a pout, he asked:
"What if you find someone less dramatic than me, or more mature?"
"Or more handsome?" You added in. The man scoffed.
"That's impossible. But I'm serious. What if you meet someone there more deserving of you than me? I mean would a person like that be so hard for you to find. Just look at the stupid stunt I pulled."
"Well, I'm not happy that you broke up with me instead of having a conversation first. Still, I didn't make things better with my lack of consideration and getting too defensive. And Raf-"
"Yeah."
"Nobody deserves me more than you. I love you." A dorky smile grew on his face.
"I love you too." He whispered as he leaned closer until his lips landed on yours, placing a gentle kiss then drawing back. The light returned to his mauve eyes as he caressed your cheek again with a relaxed smile on his face. Though, a minute after, you noticed his cheeks and ears turn pink. A chuckle rumbled out of his lips.
"What's so funny?"
"This might ruin the surprise, but there was another reason I got upset."
"Really, what is it?"
"Wait here." He let go of you and dashed to the bedroom. Your mind ruminated. What could be the other reason? A bit later, he returned to the seat next to you while holding something behind his back.
"What do you got there?"
"One of the reasons I was so upset was because I had everything set up. I made a reservation to our favorite restaurant, our outfits planned, the decorations for when we returned to our beach."
"Wow, sounds like you had an amazing date planned out."
"Well, everything had to be perfect, for this." Behind his back, he pulled out a rose-pink velvet ring box.
"What-" Was all you could say as your boyfriend opened the box revealing a diamond ring. The band was silver, diamonds decorating the front forming a lemurian tail.
"I wanted to ask you to marry me." The tears returned, making your boyfriend blanch.
"Oh please don't cry Y/N-"
"No, I'm happy and yes-"
"NO!" Now, it was your turn to freeze.
"NO! You don't want to marry me anymore?" Rafayel chocked and began flailing around.
"No No No! I do want to, but I have to ask you properly."
"Raf." You put your hand on his. "I don't need a big event for your proposal. If you ask me now, I'll say yes."
"Well, I do. So, when you finally return, I'll ask you the right way." You groaned.
"Are you just trying to tempt me to stay."
"Kinda, but I know you have to go, so I guess this is just something we will have to look forward to."
"Will you be okay for the next year."
"It will be rough, but you are worth waiting for."
He always says he'll only do what she asks for, but what if she uses that against him?
4k words
CW: explicit sexual content
tags: brat!Sylus, femdom, no touching, exhibitionism, switch!Sylus,masturbation, cunnilingus, Sylus is the biggest ragebaiter in the world and we like it that way
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Sylus' large hands rest on her hips as he leans down into the kiss, low groans punctuating the sound of their lips colliding.
"The way you taste," his tongue slides along his lower lip, "you make it so hard to not want more."
She smiles into him, fingers knotting in his hair and tugging hard at the roots. Sylus gasps, a crimson challenge flickering in his eye as she goads him.
"But of course you would control yourself-" her gaze flashes up to meet his eye, "if I asked, right?"
He pauses as she lays the bait, his eyebrow arching as he aims to decipher her intentions. She bats her eyes innocently up at him.
"Of course. I'll only do what I have your consent for," he agrees, but the tone of his voice is laced with a salacious counter offer.
Her smile widens into a grin as she leans in, lips perching on the shell of his ear as she whispers, "Then just watch."
Sylus stiffens, pupils widening. He turns, surprised, as she steps back and slides her hands down her sides. Her fingers slip beneath the hem of her top and slowly pull it up to reveal her stomach and bra.
He swallows hard, still as a statue until she pushes him backwards to sit on the base of the bed. Glinting garnets trail up and down her body with an almost tangible intensity as her skirt slips off her hips and puddles on the floor.
Sylus' hands settle over his groin, fingers toying with the button on his fly to free his straining erection.
"No."
Sylus' eyes fly to her face, her expression is painted with smug superiority.
"No touching. Only watching," she says.
"Sweetie, you need to be clear with the terms of agreement before entering into a deal." He banters, but the words are underwritten with complaint.
"So you don't want to proceed with the deal?" She bends down and begins to slide her skirt back up her calves.
"I didn't say that."
His response comes too fast, and her grin returns: she wins. The skirt falls back to the floor and she steps out of it. Her heels click on the floor as she approaches him.
Sylus' chest heaves as he watches her. He licks his lips and tilts his head to look up at her with his glowing crimson eye. She loves to poke at him, to stoke desire within him and then let it smolder. Controlling Sylus feels like wrapping her fingers around the handlebars of a powerful motorcycle: hers to direct and use, chained power roaring and purring beneath her guidance. When he looks up at her like that she feels the same thrill in her gut as she does revving the engine of her bike.
As she steps up to him, she places the heel of her shoe on his thigh. She leans over to unbuckle it, the tops of her breasts presenting themselves directly in front of Sylus' eye line.
"Someone isn't playing very fair," he growls.
"Playing fair means playing by the rules." She looks up at him, the tops of her arms squeeze her chest making her cleavage even more prominent. "It's not my fault the rules favour me."
A rich chuckle rumbles from Sylus' chest and a feral smirk flashes over his lips. "It's not your fault, is it? I suppose I'll still play the game even when the odds are stacked against me. I wouldn't want to be a poor sport, now would I, kitten?"
She hums in agreement as the shoe loosens. She steps back out of it and repeats on the other side. The heel of the stiletto slides up the inside of his thigh. He twitches beneath her, and a breathy laugh escapes his lips.
"Something wrong?" She asks, innocently, leaning down to unfasten the shoe. The strap of her bra slides down her shoulder as she presses her breasts together again, teasing him as much as she can get away with.
"Not at all," Sylus grunts, wrenching his eyes up from her chest to meet her gaze. She bats her eyelashes as she steps off of him. Her fingers draw up her stomach, fiddling with the clasp on the front of her bra before unsnapping it. The undergarment pops open and slides off her shoulders with a shrug. Her nipples begin to pebble in the cool air of the room. Sylus is entranced.
Feeling a little mean, she cups her own breast, fingers rolling the bud of her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She stares at his face, taking in the subtle shifting of his hips, the creeping blush that tinges the tops of his ears, and the way his pupils widen with barely bridled desire. A slow shiver runs down her spine, like a sparkler burning down towards her core.
A soft moan escapes her and Sylus' crimson gaze snaps to her face; drinking in the lust in her eyes and the subtle part of her lips. The intensity burning in his eyes feeds her antics and she rubs the pad of her thumb across her nipple, biting her lip as she gasps. Her eyelashes flutter at the sensation and she can hear Sylus' breathing voiced with a low growl as he watches her, unable to act.
He deserves it, she rationalizes. Sylus is always trying to get a rise out of her; whether it's showing up at her job unannounced, or making snide remarks about how much money she's willing to spend on new shoes. She can't say she dislikes the back and forth, the repartee, but every once in a while he needs to reap what he sows.
Her hands settle at her hips, thumbs hooking on the waistband of her panties as she ever so slowly slides them down her thighs. The fabric slips over her knees and she lets them drop to the floor. Rising up on the balls of her feet, she steps out of them towards Sylus. Reaching out, she grasps his chin and yanks his face to look up at her.
Sylus grins at her with a wry smile. Her thumb grazes his lower lip as she smirks down at him.
Devilish lips curl into a wider smile. A glinting eye flashes like a ruby in the dark. Suddenly, impulse whirls in her mind, clouding her thoughts; the protocore in his eye teasing at her desires.
You want him, take him. Take him! Take Sylus now, he's at your mercy!
She blinks to clear her head, glaring down at him.
"Now who isn't playing fair?" She accuses, shaking his face before throwing it to the side.
Sylus laughs before looking back up at her from under her brow. "You said I wasn't allowed to touch you or myself. I'm abiding by the rules just as well as you are, sweetie."
She puffs in exasperation, stubbornness coalescing within her. He certainly deserves whatever she has planned next.
"Fine." The word comes out petulant, pouty, earning another chuckle from Sylus as he watches her with smug amusement.
She stomps over and grabs the back of one of the ornate reading chairs Sylus has in his room. The feet of the chair squeal as she drags it towards the bed and spins it so it sits at the foot of the bed, aimed directly at the center of the headboard.
"Sit." She commands, pointing aggressively at the seat of the chair. Sylus rolls his shoulders and stands, taking his time to stretch his neck side to side. He holds his hands awkwardly out to his sides as he takes the few steps towards the chair. She scoffs at him, tapping her foot impatiently.
"Something wrong, kitten?" He asks innocently, "I'm just making sure I don't accidentally touch any part of myself. Wouldn't want to break any rules."
She seethes silently as he settles into the chair, resting his hands on the arms and turning his head to look at her. Her arms cross over her chest, depriving him of the sight of her breasts as she fumes at him.
"Are you going to put on a record while we play musical chairs?" He teases, voice dripping in self-satisfaction.
She can hear her pulse pounding in her ears, her lower lip juts into a pout and quivers as she bites back an ill-formed retort. He'll get what he deserves, but she needs to keep her cool and punish him properly. She takes a deeps breath, exhaling her frustrations before walking slowly to the head of the bed. Her hips sway as she pads over the carpet on the balls of her feet, giving Sylus an eyeful of her bare ass.
Her ears perk to the sound of a stifled grunt as she slides her knee onto the bed, flashing a peek of upper thigh before climbing atop the lush pile of decorative pillows. The satin duvet cover swishes as her bare skin slips along it and she sits. Her back settles against the headboard with her knees pulled in front of her to block the view of her core and chest from Sylus' eager gaze.
She looks down the length of the bed to take in his expression and sees molten desire glowing in his eyes. Sylus is leaned forward, his large hands perched on the armrests of the chair as he watches her; a coiled serpent ready to strike. Thrills race over her skin, raising the hairs on her arms as she sits in that feeling of being stalked like prey while holding the reins of her own predator.
Staring directly into his eyes, she lets her thighs fall apart as her heels slide down the bed. She watches his gaze snap to the apex of her thighs where her cunt glistens with wetness in the low light.
"Need some help up there, sweetie?" He goads her, but he licks his lips and she catches the way a droplet of sweat trickles down his throat as he swallows.
"I'm quite fine on my own," she replies, one of her hands traipsing down her stomach and feathering touches over her pussy lips. Sylus' breath hitches as she uses two fingers to part her folds, exposing her quivering opening to the cool air of the room.
The chair creaks as Sylus readjusts, eyes flashing to her face with an accusatory expression. She meets it with hooded eyes and slips her fingers up along her slit, landing on her clit and pinching it softly between her fingertips. She gasps gently as she rolls the sensitive nub, her other hand cupping at her breast and tweaking her nipple. Sylus tears his eyes from her face with a rumbling grunt and fixes his attention on her cunt.
She can see the way his trousers tent uncomfortably, despite the way he shifts and squirms to readjust. Bringing her fingers together, she presses down on her clit. Sparks fire over her nerves, making her finger tense and jolt. She circles around it, varying the pressure and making herself groan. Arousal seeps from her and she slides her her middle finger down to her opening to collect it.
The tip of her fingers slips inside herself and she hooks them, feeling the tight ring of muscle fluttering around the digit. Her breath shudders out of her as she withdraws it, slipping the finger along the length of her slit. Sylus follows the line of her finger with his gaze, as if his eyes were being pulled by a puppet string attached to her hand. It draws up her whole body, leaving behind a glistening line of arousal on her stomach and chest.
She smirks as her fingers hover above her lower lip. Sylus' lips part as if imagining her fingers dangled before him. His tongue darts out to taste the air. She mirrors him, tracing her fingertip with her tongue, tasting herself on her fingers. She moans slowly, slurping around her digits as her eyes fix him with a hazy stare.
His knuckles are white as he squeezes the armrest, lips parted in anticipation, pupils dilated and drinking in the sight of her. His breathing is heavy; and she watches as his cock twitches in his pants as her fingers leave her mouth with a wet pop. She licks her lips to clean away the remaining arousal and sees his throat bobbing as he swallows.
"Still fine with the terms of this agreement?" She offers, fingers drawing back down to renew the wet trail of arousal and saliva on her stomach.
"Are you offering a renegotiation?" Sylus scoffs, he cuts the words off with a growl as he watches her stomach spasm under her own touch.
"I'm not heartless," she says, slowly stroking along her soaked folds as she speaks. "How's this: either you can watch and take care of yourself-" she interrupts herself with a shuddering breath.
"Or?" He prompts her, breathing heavily as a ravenous hunger lights in his eyes.
"Or-" she continues, "we see who can last longer: you can touch me, but only if I ask for it, and only if I don't finish first. If you touch yourself first, then you lose and don't get a chance to touch me at all. If I ask for you first, then I lose and you get to have your turn helping me out however you see fit."
Her fingers pinch over her nipple and she licks her lips, breathing heavily. "Do we have a deal?"
Sylus' lips curve into a wolfish grin and he laughs, "Now there's an interesting deal. I'll admit: you're a very fair businesswoman. I have no reason not to accept."
She licks her lips and swallows as she looks him in the eye, "It's agreed, then."
"Of course," he confirms, eyes raking her nude figure.
She smirks down as she shifts her hips on the bed. Her middle fingers slide along the sides of her cunt; outlining the folds of her pussy lips with varying pressure. Her other hand cups her breast, tweaking her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She exhales a shuddering breath, a slight whimper chasing the air from her lips.
Wandering fingers start a spiraling orbit around her clit. They swirl ovals with the pads of her fingers, every pass making her gasp, soft moans slipping from her lips as she teases herself. Her other hand squeezes, trailing across her chest to grasp her other breast.
Finally, two fingers slide down that minuscule expanse beneath her clit to slide over her winking opening. Gently she slips the tips of two fingers inside, already so wet and ready that they easily slip inside. She curls her fingers inside her, hooking towards the front. Her eyes squeeze closed and she ducks her head to the side, panting.
She bites her lip, stifling the whines. She knows that Sylus' fingers would fill her so much better, would reach so much deeper, would hit angles that she wouldn't be able to manage without extensive contortionist training.
But.
She can't be the one to lose a bet that she put forward. At least, not this easily. Shouldn't she savour the way he squirms for just a little bit longer?
She bites her lip, the sharpness of her teeth on her skin pierces through the tingling that had begun to work through her nerves. Her chest heaves as she looks back down at him through heavily-lidded eyes. She curls her fingers back into herself and her whole body arches gently into the motion, lips parting and eyes fixing him with a lustful gaze.
Sylus' cheeks and ears are practically glowing the same hue as his crimson eye, but his hands stay perched on the armrests. The expression on his face is dangerously feral. She pouts her lips, putting on a show, and thrusts her fingers deeper inside herself. Her brows scrunch together and her other hand trails down her body to tease over her clit.
Wide eyes flick between her hands where they play and tease at herself and her face that she carefully paints with an expression of lust and desperation. It thrills her, even more than her own touch, to see him holding himself back. To see the way his eyes devour every part of her; hungry in a way that can't be satisfied on his own.
That's why she knows he won't break: it's not in his nature to give up what he wants for some compromise. Why would he take what he can get when, with just a little more patience, he can have everything? The thought makes a shiver run through her, and she grins at the way his greed has landed him in the palm of her hand.
She spreads her folds to give him a better view of her fingers disappearing inside herself and shudders at the sensation. Sylus lets out a low growl that dances over her senses and makes her fingers flex and curl in reply. Soft moans escape her lips, and she can practically feel his eyes rip from her cunt to fix on her parted lips. She closes her eyes, brows furrowed, and allows herself to just feel and hear. The darkness over her vision hones in all her other senses to fully feel the way the air in the room settles on her skin, the way that the fabric of the duvet feels on her back, and of course the way the pads of her fingers tease and caress her most intimate parts.
Her walls quiver and clench around her fingers where they thrust inside herself and curl. Her other hand perches against her pelvis, fingers circling over her clit. She can hear the sound of the chair creaking beneath Sylus' weight where he shifts and trembles, each sound urging her forward. She gasps as tension builds within her, seeking her pleasure. The thrill of being watched, of denying Sylus when he so desperately wants her, ripples over her skin like lightning building in a stormcloud.
"Kitten, at least look-" His plea forces her eyes open and fix on his flushed and desperate face, "At least look at me!"
Sylus is utterly debauched; untouched and yet he looks like he's coming apart at the seams. Deep red blush stains the tips of his ears and creeps down his neck below the collar of his black button up. His pupils are wide, eclipsing the smoldering crimson irises, and unfathomably deep like twin voids. They seem to take in all the light in the room, glinting dangerously below his furrowed brow. He stares directly at her face, soaking in her expression and demanding her attention.
Shivers run up her spine and she bites down on the moan that bubbles out of her lips. Suddenly, her fingers don't reach deep enough, they don't curl at the right angle. The ghost of his lips on her neck haunts her as she swallows, dislodging a droplet of sweat the tickles over her sensitive skin. His voice is too far away, she wants it in her ear drowning out her own pulse.
Her lashes flutter, expression wavering as her gaze flicks to Sylus' hands, his lips, and finally back to his eyes. He's ravenous, watching her try to satisfy herself. There's an arrogance in his expression too; he knows she needs more, he knows she's just as greedy for him as he is for her. His lips quirk slightly, parting to reveal his teeth.
She wants him.
Her fingers press and circle over her clit but with the temptation of Sylus' hands in reach, the movements suddenly feel lacklustre. She arches, trying to push her fingers deeper and she curls against that spongy spot inside her. It's not enough and a frustrated sob escapes her lips.
"Kiiiiitten-" Sylus sings breathlessly, taunting her. He's close to breaking too, she can see the way his eyes have a feral glimmer, the way his knuckles are white where they clench against the armrests.
"You can give up anytime: I won't consider it a loss," he says, bargaining with her. "It's a mutually beneficial concession."
Her brows twitch together. She draws her fingers out of her sopping cunt, sliding through her folds. Sylus' eyes fix between her legs, watching the sticky wetness web and pull between her fingers. He groans in response and she can't hide the way his voice makes her cunt quiver and wink.
"Fuck!" She tosses her head to the side in frustration, "Sylus! I need you- I-!"
Her plea is cut off by Sylus pulling her by the ankles to the end of the bed and fixing his lips on her inner thigh. He bites down, making her yelp. His tongue soothes the bite and ventures further upwards, pushing her hands away and fixing his lips over her swollen clit with a groan.
One large hand splays over her stomach, the other teasing at her entrance before pushing two fingers inside. The newness of the stretch makes her quiver, thighs locking around Sylus' ears as she cries out. She feels his tongue sliding through her folds. That same hunger that she had seen glinting in his eyes all night finally satisfied as he devours her.
Her sticky fingers find themselves knotting in his hair, tugging at the roots and guiding his attention where she wants him most. His fingers curl and scissor inside her, finally filling her the way she had wanted so desperately.
Now, uninhibited, his name falls from her lips like a litany of prayer. It drives him further into his frenzy and his hips grind against the corner of the bed, his own pleasure secondary now that his prize is within his grasp. Her nails scrape against his scalp, making him moan into her skin, vibrations buzzing over her senses and making her arch. His nose grinds into her clit and she pulls him against her harder, riding the ridge of his nose. His tongue teases her entrance where his fingers thrust slowly up to the second knuckle.
Her pleasure had been building steadily, winds increasing and ozone rising in anticipation of a storm. Now, Sylus has whipped her body into a hurricane of sensation; fervently forcing as much pleasure on her as he can muster. The heel of his palm presses down on her stomach as his fingers work inside her, his tongue, his lips, even his voice; he uses every tool at his disposal to remind her why she needs him, why there's no need to do without ever again. Her ankles lock against his back, heels digging into his spine.
It happens suddenly; her body winds tight and then snaps. Fingernails dig into his scalp for purchase as she forces him closer, back arching, cunt spasming around his fingers. She gushes into his waiting lips and he sucks at her with enthusiasm, possessive over every drop of her.
Her grasp loosens in his hair, thighs falling away and freeing him to slide up her body. Sylus sucks his fingers clean with a smirk as he looks up at her blissed out expression. He rests his ear on her stomach, wrapping his arms around her waist. Her hand falls to his cheek, thumb brushing over his sweat soaked brow and feeling the heat of his skin against her palm. She feels the comforting weight of him on her diaphragm as she takes slow, grounding breathes. He snuggles into her like a massive, demanding cat.
Sylus' warm breath tickles her skin, making her stomach twitch beneath him. She chuckles softly. His eyes flick back up to her glowing with self-satisfaction. She's suddenly struck by a thought and her brow furrows. She cups his chin and pulls his face to look at her straight on.
"I thought you said this would be a mutually beneficial partnership!" She accuses him, shaking his head slightly and pouting. "You didn't come."
Sylus' brows bounce in surprise before his face breaks out in a grin, "Is that what you think, sweetie?"
He slides his hand out from beneath her, catching her wrist and bringing her palm to his lips. His teeth sink into the meat of her palm while he smirks up at her.
"You know I don't make bad deals. I had more than enough fun." Sylus angles his hips, looking down pointedly with a raised eyebrow. There's a clear wet stain on the front of his no-longer-too-tight trousers.
She flushes with pride, pinching his cheek as she grins down at him. "So what I'm hearing is…. that boss man is all about delayed gratification."
He chuckles and burrows back into her stomach, squeezing her a little more tightly than necessary. "If that's the case, then maybe I should teach it to you as well."
A single crimson eye peers up at her from below her, full of mischief.
"That's not strictly necessary-!" Her protests are cut off as Sylus pulls himself up and takes her breast in his mouth.
"In that case, why delay round two?"
dividers @/cafekitsune
A/N
This was in my WIPs for so long UGH i finally had the brainpower to sit down and just finish it T-T hope you enjoyed!!!!! I actually got ragebaited by Sylus myself writing this tbh. Had to stand up and walk away. Hes an absolute brat...
The door to the quiet apartment slowly opens, the hallway light spilling over the floorboards.
Xavier walks in, leaning against the door with a soft groan. The mission didn't go as well as he'd hoped, but he got it done and that's all that mattered. Leaning down, he slips off his shoes and places them next to the now closed door. He rolls his shoulders, grumbling at the soft cracks that comes from his sore bones.
Glancing at the clock, Xavier sighs and moves towards the bedroom. The bedroom door opens with a quiet creak, his lips curving into a small smile as he sees you curled on his side of the bed.
He hates being away from you, being away from the safety of his bed.
Peeling off his clothes, Xavier lets out a sigh as he felt the A/C on his hot, sweaty skin. He haphazardly threw the dirty clothes into the hamper in the corner of the room, before he pulled the pillow from your grasp and slipping into its spot.
He grins, pressing his nose into your hair. God, you smell divine.
His hand begins to wander, fingers finding the fabric of your panties and slowly pulling it away from your cunt. Xavier wets his fingers and runs them through your folds. You stirred, but didn't wake.
Humming, Xavier slowly pushed two fingers into your tight hole, groaning at the feeling as he began to rock his hips against the sheets.
"God, bunny, you're so tight." He murmurs as he savored the feeling of your walls clamping around his fingers.
Once your cunt naturally wets itself, Xavier adds a third finger to pry you open.
"Shh... It's ok, bunny..." He kissed your forehead as you began to stir. "You're alright. Just me."
He smiles as your legs began to shake, signaling your impending orgasm. His fingers quicken their pace, his thump finding your clit and rubbing slow circles.
He groans as he feels your walls spasming, your juices flowing down his arm. He pulls out, quickly lapping at your release.
"Good girl." Xavier whispers before spitting on his hand and wetting his cock, lining himself up with your now gaping hole.
"Oh yes..." He lets out a blissful moan as he sinks in, his arms wrapping around your waist as he bottoms out. He closes his eyes and nuzzles your forehead, his hips slowly moving at a comfortable pace.
"Xavie...?" You croak out, your eyes fluttering open at the sensation. "You're home...?"
Xavier yawns and nods, his eyes still closed as he rocks his hips. "Yeah. 'M home, bunny." He smiles once you moan, his hips picking up the pace.
"Feel so good, bunny." He grips your ass, angling you just right. You gasp, your hands finding his shoulders as his balls slap against your skin.
"Xavie 'M gonna cum." Your walls fluttered around him, causing a whimper to slip out of him.
"Cum." He murmurs, holding you through it.
Not long after, he bottoms out and spills his seed deep inside your cunt, his body twitching at the intensity.
"Missed you." Xavier grumbles, kissing your forehead and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
"I gathered that..." Giggling, you wrap your legs around his waist and close your eyes, allowing sleep to slowly lull you back in.
"I missed you too, Xavie. I love you..." you whispered, listening to his slow, peaceful breathing.
Hello! You probably get a lot of requests, but I figured I’d give this a try lol. I’ve been searching for anything (fics, drabbles, smaus, etc.) on storm anxiety. I have very severe storm anxiety myself, so I was wondering if you could maybe do a fic with all the guys watching reader spiral hours before the storm/during the storm and being that comfort?
୨୧˚ 𝖤𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖾!! (I just realized I forgot to add tags omg…)
⋆𖦹.✧˚ xᥲvιᥱr shᥱᥒ
“Bunny, there is only a 20% chance of thunderstorms.” Xavier sweetly reminded you as he came up from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Yes, I know that, but it looks like it’s going to rain.” You sighed, anxiously looking out the window of your apartment, watching the storm clouds move throughout the sky.
He hummed, gently rubbing your sides. “Take a deep breath,” Xavier kissed your temple, slowly rocking to calm you down. “Storms don’t stay long in Linkon, you know that.”
You took a few deep breaths, your body slowly melting against his as he whispered against your skin.
“I know, I just…. I can’t stand storms.” Biting your lip, your eyes met his. His lips curved into a small smile, turning you around so you were facing him.
“Mm….” He nuzzled your forehead, before attacking your face with sloppy kisses.
You squealed, your frown quickly turning into a smile as he backed you towards the couch. “Xavier!!! Stop!!” As you laugh, your back presses against the soft cushions. Xavier lies down on top of you, burying his face in your neck.
“Just cuddle me, Bunny. I won’t let any storm get to you, I promise.” He mumbles, yawning.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌊˚ rᥲfᥲყᥱᥣ qι
“Cutie, don’t cry!” Rafayel pouts, squishing your wet cheeks in hopes to make you smile.
“When has a tornado alert ever been accurate, hm? Even if one does form, it’ll never touch the ground.” He presses his lips to your forehead, pulling you into his arms and slowly rocking.
“But it’s still gonna storm…” He looks down at you, his eyes searching your wet ones.
“Yeah, it’s still gonna storm. But you know what? Raffie is here!” He smiled proudly, moving away from your arms and quickly moving towards his painting area, grabbing two easels and setting them up. You tilted your head in confusion.
“We’ll close the curtains, listen to classical music, andddd paint together! Wouldn’t that be fun, cutie? You’ll forget about the storm.” He beams at you, setting everything up.
You couldn’t help but smile, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders and sitting down in front of your designated easel. “Thank you, Raffie.” You whispered, watching him close the curtains and start up the classical playlist on his phone.
₊˚⊹❄️ zᥲყᥒᥱ ᥣι
“Zayne…” You croaked out, holding the phone tightly against your ear as your phone call was finally answered.
“I saw the storm alert, my love. Take a breath. I’ll be home in just a few hours. I’m sorry I can’t leave earlier.” Zayne response is instantaneous, his voice soothing and calm, accompanied by the ambiance of the hospital.
“Can I come over? I can just stay in your office. I don’t…. I don’t wanna be alone.” You pulled the blanket towards your body tightly, trying to calm yourself.
“That wouldn’t be ideal, my love.” He sighs over the phone. You could almost hear his worry. “The hospital is quite busy tonight. Even in my office you would hear the commotion.” Zayne explains.
Before you could say anything else, he hangs up. You pull your phone away from your ear, staring at the black screen as your eyes start to water. Why would he hang up?—
Oh.
“Sorry my love, I should’ve warned you. I didn’t mean to make you upset.” He hums, giving you a small smile as you stared at him. He just wanted to FaceTime. “I just figured FaceTime would be better for you, no? I have some free time. I recall you said you liked my voice, maybe I could lull you to sleep?”
You nodded, wiping away the tears that had gathered from the misunderstanding. “Good. There was a little girl admitted to the psychiatric ward today. You would like her, darling. She’s 5 and she has a cardiovascular disease. She had a flare up, yet she was still smiling and giggling when I administered her medication. She asked if I could play with her when she was feeling a bit better.”
Zayne’s soft voice and sweet stories always did the job, and soon, you were being lulled to sleep before the storm could even begin.
˖ ݁♬⋆.˚𝄞 sყᥣυs qιᥒ
“Training without me, kitten?” Sylus hums, smirking as he watches.
“I believe you’ve beaten the bag enough, don’t you think? Your claws are no joke, I’m sure it’s in agony.” He jokes, slowly walking towards you and the punching bag. He pauses as he sees the blood dripping from your knuckles.
“Kitten.” He scowls, interrupting your repeated movements by sliding his hands into yours, pulling them towards him.
He doesn’t ask questions, he already knows. Instead he guides you towards the locker room, using his Evol to grab the first aid kit and place it in front of him.
He kisses your bleeding flesh before carefully wrapping it. “Come, kitten. We’ll take a shower together.” He gives you a smile, sliding his hand in yours.
“I know something that’ll help you forget the storm.”
(Can you tell I struggle to write for him? Yeah? Ok…)
🍎 ˚₊‧ ᥴᥲᥣᥱb xιᥲ
“Hey pips. I knew I said I wouldn’t be home for a few days, buttt…. The weather said there was going to be a storm today, so I called off.” Caleb flashes you a grin, before walking right by you and to the kitchen. You stood there, flabbergasted. He only left for his mission a day ago, so why is he back…?
Closing the door, you scurry after him. “Caleb! What are you doing here?” You asked, watching him pull out ingredients from your pantry.
“What? It’s going to storm today. I couldn’t leave you alone! We all know how you get during a storm, baby.” He smiles, pinching your nose before placing two boxes of cake powder on the counter.
“Which one should we make? Chocolate or vanilla? I couldn’t decide so I grabbed one of each. Should we make both?” Your lips curved into a smile, walking over and snatching both boxes to open them.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckles, pulling out two bowls. “Here, turn on some music too.” Caleb slides his phone over to you. Grabbing it, you enter the password and begin looking through his playlists until you found the one he made for you.
“C’mere, pips. Crack the eggs for me.” He smiles, kissing your temple as you pass each other.
He always knew how to make things better.
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ vᥲᥣko Áo
You nearly scream as he suddenly appears on your balcony. “Valko! What did I tell you about using the damn front door!!!” You screech, yet open the door for him anyways.
“Sorry, pancake. I could feel you were upset. I couldn’t focus on work!” He huffed, pulling you into his arms and nuzzling you.
“I’m fine, I just…. It’s the storm. It’s calling for rain and I just…. Don’t like storms.” You explained, holding onto him tightly. His ears twitch atop his head and he lets out a soft hum.
“I don’t like storms either. Makes my ears hurt.” He admits, pulling back to give you a toothy grin. “We can ride it out together!” Before you could respond, he’s throwing you over his shoulder and happily skipping towards the bedroom.
“I’ll protect my mate from the super, duper, scary storm!” He throws you down onto the bed, and practically pounces on you, throwing all 200 pounds of his muscles right on top of you.
“Ko! You’re too heavy!!!” You squealed, but you couldn’t help the smile showing on your face.
“Are you calling me fat?”
“Ko, you know damn well that’s not what I’m saying.”
the worms invaded my brain and delivered a LADS longfic idea that just thunked into my head fully formed the other night. so now i guess i have to write it???????
