a/n : I want to write more sub stuff for love and deepspace men but I don’t know how I’ll go with it! So for now I’m just going to slap this in here and depending on how well it does I’ll continue with stuff like this. Meanwhile I should make a billboard of my pieces so far so I don’t have to stress. Anyway enjoy!
Rafayel is slow and passionate. He embraces his needs while focusing mostly on yours, he loves when you take control but wouldn’t mind being the one to take the reins and can have fun with it sometimes and when he does he’s usually degrading you with a slight hint of praise and acts as a power bottom. He eats you out until you are practically begging him to have mercy on your cunt, yet you never shout the safe word? Strange! A strange kink of his, being covered in paint (human safe) paint while laying on a large canvas, after the deed is done (and thoroughly enjoyed) with a smirk he inspects it admiring your work.
Bottom - sometimes power bottom but a bottom.
ZAYNE :
Zayne is soft and slow. He isn’t much of one to be a talker, instead enjoying the silence and intimacy between you two. You taking control lets him finally relax after being hard at work all the time and rarely having anyone care for himself and his needs. Of course if you were to ask him to top he would, playing with your clit and longer foreplay is his playing card for days like that. Zayne is up for anything you want to do however he is a vanilla man at heart, so if you wish to do anything please reel it in a bit. He can only handle so much before he becomes an overstimulated mess (although he’s sure that’s what you want). A kink of his is temperature play with ice, sometimes if you have a lengthy discussion before hand he’ll let you guys play with wax. It’s something that won’t affect your PH or throw off your hormones, he thinks of your health before his pleasure as is natural for the doctor.
Bottom almost all the time- service top when you need him to be but if possible just keep him as the bottom.
XAVIER :
Xavier sloppy and rough, it contrasts with his peaceful nature of course but once you rile him up enough, getting messy with you in bed is a must. Although you would expect him to let you take control, more often than not he is the one leading the situation and making your body squirm in ways you can’t explain except unending pleasure. That doesn’t mean he is against you taking over- on the contrary, he loves when you push him to the brink but Xavier usually is the one on top of you. A strange kink of his is taking you in your sleep or you taking him (with prior consent of course). Waking up with him dripping out of you into your shorts or waking up feeling sticker than usual makes him feel in the mood for another round, with you awake this time.
Top - rare switch but a top.
SYLUS :
Sylus is rough and possessive. Although Sylus looks like the type to want to take control he adores when you put him in his place. He practically begs you to slap him across the face, kick him, degrade him, anything. He wants to be at your beck and call at all times. He jokes about getting you a collar for him, almost half wishing you would agree and tie it tightly around his neck so much that it hurts to take a gulp. He isn’t one to take the lead, will do it if you ask however most of the joy comes when you tell him what to do, especially when you demand it from him and act entitled- it makes a shiver run down his spine. A kink of his, BDSM, at the beginning of your relationship it was light BDSM but slowly but surely it got more dark, ropes, plugging, sounding. He enjoys anything with you punishing him, he loves it to pieces.
Bottom - Service top, both are interchangeable.
CALEB :
Caleb is anything you want to be, sloppy say less , rough sure just tell him and he will go as hard as you want , passionate - he’s literally in love with you he wouldn’t be anything less. Caleb is a flexible man, but usually he’s on the long and worshiping side. He usually tops you, eating you out desperately, fingering you and you squirt all over the sheets- if he doesn’t drink it up first- and fucking you till you can’t feel your legs anymore. When you want to be in control , he’ll indulge you but more often than not you are arching your back while he’s pounding into you. It could be the freakiest things known to man, just give him a second to search it up and the health risks when it comes to you and if it’s relatively okay get whatever you need cause you won’t be able to sit for a long time. He loves when you get dumbed down and barely able to hold yourself up. Just looking all dumbed out for him makes Caleb want to fuck you into those sheets all over again just so you can drool all over his dick. A weird kink of his, is any of your kinks but mostly he loves breeding. Just the idea you’re carrying his kid in you , an eternal bond that will tie you and him together even more than a wedding band? He is practically begging you to let him finish inside (of course he’ll get you the morning after pills , he’s not that crazy - in front of you), when you finally say yes he practically forces your ass to turn a vibrant red from how hard he’s going on you. Don’t worry, he’ll take good care of you! Just call off from work for a few days and maybe squeeze some extra rounds in…
Top, switch whenever but always results back in him being a top.
a/n : Sorry Rafayel girlies! I did not feed you guys well , I promise I got ya’ll next time I am so serious 🥹. But anyway enjoy the food , cause I can rest for the next few days! Anyway I’m up for requests in inboxes now I should mention it! But until I get requests I’ll just make stuff I like.
Sylus with the prompt: spitting in their mouth and making them beg.
Pls, thank you 🤗 he's a dom for everyone but he's just a lil bratty sub for me 😌
YES YES YES AND I REALLY NEED THIS AFTER HIS MYTH CARD DIDNT COME HOME
Dom!reader x sub!sylus - reader is gender neutral
Warning: teasing, spit, begging, humiliation
Anniversary event
“You are really something, sylus.” You stood in the doorframe to his room, leaning to the side and crossing your arms in front of you, a mocking smile on your face. “I was wondering why you’d invite me to your room, after that little dispute.” The room was dimly lit like always, the furnitures as spotless and elegant as ever, so doubt. But there were rose petals everywhere, really everywhere. On the bed, couch, table and floor. If you took a single step into the room, it’d be like walking on a rose field.
Alongside side the flowery scent caused by the seemingly fresh petals, there were also candles everywhere, lighting up the room. There he sat, on the dark red coloured couch, a glass of crimson wine in his hand, swirling the glass around before taking a small sip. He was going overboard with this ‘bloody red’ aesthetic. “Well sweetie, would you still care to share a drink?” The white haired male said, raising his chin to glance in your direction.
You thought about it for a few seconds, then sat down opposite to him. Then you grabbed the bottle and carefully filled your glass. “So demanding. What have you planned?” A light, calculated chuckle, him with his usual confidence that he’ll get whatever he wants, “you are making me sound like I’m some evil mastermind.” After a quick glance at him, you took a sip as well, it was bitter.
“Sylus, do you really think I’ll forget what happened just because you’ve decorated your room a little?” This time, you were the one laughing, “seriously, you have to try harder than this.” He raised a brow, twirling the glass around in his hand. Then he smirked at you, leaning forward to stabilise himself with his arms, “so? What do you have in mind, sweetie?” You scoffed, “can’t you think of something yourself?”
He stared at you for a few seconds, almost like he was waiting for you to give in, but you wasn’t going to play this game. Instead, you put your focus onto the wine in your hand. “Hah.. feisty kitten.” The male said while fumbling through his white hair. “Don’t call me that.” You snapped, pulling a grimace. He ignored it and stood up from his seat, walking around the coffee table and pinning you to the sofa, “will you accept my apologies now, darling?”
You grabbed his shoulder and pushed down, mumbling, “that’s not how someone asks for forgiveness. Do I really need to teach you?” His eyes had a spark of interest in them, and he followed your guidance until he kneeled on the floor before you. “Try to teach me then.” After a small pause, you leaned forward and yanked his head back, causing him to let out a sharp gasp, he frowned a little at your actions.
“Firstly, you have to show some sincerity and beg.” Even now he hasn’t stopped grinning, and it only fuelled your frustrations. That’s when he said, “alright, I beg for your forgiveness…” he stopped, wondering what nickname he should use “master?” now it sounds like he was mocking you. God bless your patience. “Secondly, don’t act so cocky when you are the one at a disadvantage.” You snarled, grabbing his chin to make him look up at you.
Sylus didn’t resist, he took your challenge head on and nodded, “what else, sweetie?” You sighed and drank the last bits of your drink, putting the glass away, using your thumb to brush against his bottom lip, “thirdly, obey whatever that person has to say.” His breath quickened, and he panted slightly. “Try again.” You ordered, and he stuck his tongue out to lick the tip of your finger, whispering in a soft voice, “please forgive me, y/n.”
It was better than nothing. “Now, open your mouth.” You said, changing your hold to grabbing his chin again. He furrowed his brows at that, and looked at you with a confused expression, “what have you planned?” Instead of answering his question, you reminded him, “rule three.” Though he was a little hesitant, he did as you asked. “Good, stick your tongue out.” You had such a commanding tone, it was fairly foreign to him.
It didn’t take long until he followed that order as well, waiting for what you’ve planned. You leaned over him, looking down, also sticking your tongue out. Saliva trickled from the tips of your tongue. The wait was long, torturous so until it finally dropped down right into his mouth. “You know what to do.” You smiled wickedly, then leaned back against the couch, watching his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed.
Soon, your attention turned to his flushed face. A faint blush covered his cheeks and he struggled a little to keep eye contact with you. The act of swallowing it wasn’t even half as shameful as the awkward, silent wait he had to endure moments before. Him, having to wait for you to degrade, to spit in his mouth. The self sure smirk has been wiped from his face, and so you commented,
Synopsis: You are summoned by Sylus in the middle of the night, a familiar occurrence whenever Sylus is drunk. Your encounter is filled with raw passion, where Sylus seeks solace in desperate sex as a way to cope with his inner turmoil.
warnings: nsfw minors dni. Sub! Sylus, soft dom! reader. reader is gn. (cock or strap), possessive behaviour, smoking, alcohol, anal sex. mention of masochism.
It’s three in the morning. The sky is dark, with stars peeking through the occasional cloud. The moon hides behind them, only occasionally slipping out to dimly light the street with its pale glow. You step out of the car, closing the door. The street is empty, everyone around is asleep, and only the sound of your footsteps can be heard.
You walk toward his house. The streetlight nearby casts a dim glow on the pavement, creating long shadows from the trees and bushes. A slight breeze rustles the branches.
You were asleep when the sharp ring of the phone jolted you from sweet slumber. You were ready to curse whoever woke you at such an hour until you saw who was calling.
You picked up the phone and brought it to your ear, still somewhere between sleep and reality. The voice on the other end was raspy, broken, with clear signs of drunkenness. He spoke softly, almost in a whisper:
"Could you come, please?"
As you get closer to the door, you notice that no lights are on. The house stands dark and still, almost abandoned. Pressing the doorbell, you wait, listening to faint sounds coming from inside. The door slowly opened.
Sylus appeared in front of you. He looks completely exhausted. Dark circles under his eyes suggest he hasn’t slept for several nights. He’s wearing a dark robe. His hair was wet, droplets of water clinging to the tips, as if he just got out of the shower.
He just stares at you for a moment, saying nothing, then steps aside, inviting you in without a word, leaving the questions for later.
As soon as the door quietly closes behind you, you feel Sylus suddenly pull you toward him. His lips find yours in a sudden, desperate kiss. He kisses you roughly, pushing you against the wall. His hands grip your clothes tightly, as if afraid you might slip away.
Your teeth clash against each other, and his tongue insistently invades your mouth, greedily sucking on your tongue, leaving you no room to breathe. You can taste the alcohol, and with every second, it becomes more and more apparent. This only makes the kiss wilder. His arms wrap tightly around your neck, pulling you even closer so that there’s no space between you.
Sylus suddenly pulled back, as if trying to control his emotions. He rests his head on your shoulder, his breathing becoming slightly more measured but still hot and heavy. You feel him take a deep breath of your scent. His voice is soft as he whispered directly into your ear:
“[name]… I need you as hell.”
This wasn’t the first time he drunk called you. Every time he was under stress, his only way to cope was to drink and then—call you. You knew this routine by heart: the late-night call, the raspy voice, and the plea to come. You knew that behind this was a deep emotional pain he could never express with words.
It was as if he was trying to drown something inside himself, and in sex with you, he sought comfort, or perhaps salvation. There were moments when, in the heat of passion, you noticed how his body trembled, and tears streamed down his cheeks while he held onto you.
Every time, it left you with mixed feelings. You kept coming because you understood that in those moments, he needed you the most, even though it was hard for you.
Each time you move faster, the leather couch squeaks, making rhythmic sounds.
At some point, you glance down and see Sylus’s body starting to convulse. His legs are tightly wrapped around your torso, knees tucked in, heels pressed against your back. His muscles tense up, and he throws his head back. You see him cum, his sperm spilling onto his own stomach. His face contorts in pleasure, eyes squinted, hands tremble as he clings to you, getting out his orgasm.
Finally, his body relaxed, hands slowly slipping off of you, and grip loosens. You could feel the tension leaving him, and as you get up, you sit beside him. Reaching for a pack of cigarettes, you took one, placing it between your lips, and with a flick of the lighter brought the flame to the edge. The first deep inhaled fills your lungs with smoke.
You heard the leather couch rustling quietly next to you. Sylus slowly moved, sitting on your lap. You pull the cigarette away so as not to accidentally hurt him. His face pressed against your neck. You gently run your hand through his hair, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
"Sylus, you like it? Feel better now?"
He tilted his head to meet your gaze, staying silent for a few seconds, just looking into your eyes. There’s something in his gaze that you can’t quite comprehend. Slowly, without a word, he reached for your hand wich was holding the nearly smoked cigarette.
Sylus brought it to his chest and, without breaking eye contact, pressed the burning end against his skin, leaving a scorching mark. A soft sizzling sound is heard as it begins to go out. His face remained calm, but you can feel the tension in his body, see how the pain reflects in his breathing.
“I like everything you do with me [name].”
It was truly difficult to understand him. Every gesture, every emotional reaction seemed so contradictory. He was a person who hid his feelings behind masks and extremes, making his behavior almost unpredictable. You tried to make sense of it, but every time you felt like you were only scratching the surface of what was really going on inside him.
He lowered his gaze, the corners of his lips rise in a sly grin when he noticed that you’re hard again.
a/n : the long awaited sub!sylus fic, I am finally done after struggling with writing this ! Anyway if you spot any typos or mistakes i care not anymore, I’m just going to work
Sylus watched you enter the room like a ticking time bomb ready to blow, the carefree way you walked pushing past him to sit on the high chair by the counter. He knew better than to annoy you in such a state, he learnt it from the way his whole body would ache after- a result of the teasing he would subject you to. Honestly he knew better, but he couldn’t stop himself from standing in front of you with a smirk watching as you sigh in disappointment.
‘What’s wrong kitty?’ He studied the way your eyes flicked up to him, with a poorly hidden rage.
‘What, is it Sylus?’ You restrained from cussing him out, not wanting him to be a punching bag for your terrible day - little did you know he wanted just that.
‘Nothing at all, just wondering what could have possibly gotten you in such a mood that you walked past me without even a hello?’
‘Nothing at all. Just, give me a moment to calm down alright-‘
‘Oh so you want me to ignore my partner suffering hm? Not very elegant of you kitty’ Gosh he just knew how to get you riled up, playing right into his trap you muttered something under your breath but if you had taken a look at Sylus you would have seen how his breath hitched as his smirk grew wider.
‘What did you say kitty?’
‘Shut your damn mouth, if you don’t want what happened last time to happen again, ‘ You wish you didn’t say that because suddenly his mouth is a waterfall, and he didn’t stop talking with that stupid smirk on his face, the one you were going to wipe off.
Sylus grunted as you stroked the head of his dick, half in pain and pleasure. He has been sitting on the bed at your will for an hour? Two? He’s lost the amount of hours he stayed there restrained by handcuffs to the bedpost,
‘Just say sorry and you’ll be able to cum Sylus.’
A cursed smile made its way on your lips, something that horrified yet turned Sylus on , sending a shiver down his back.
‘I can hold out,’ Sylus grunted out a response as you pressed your finger onto the dip of the tip.
‘Really?’ You teased him, he had no will to respond as he focused on your naked figure, your eyes, your smile, your chest. He let out a low moan, much to your delight.
‘You still think you can hold out?’ Sylus’ chest heaved with anticipation as you quickened your pace on his cock-head. The constant stimulation was too much and Sylus felt close to the brink, just a bit more and he would-
You stopped with an innocent smile, ‘Well you look too happy. Let’s relax for a bit.’ You stood up and walked away from the bed, slowly, like you were waiting for something.
‘I’m sorry.’ It was quiet at first but it stopped you in your tracks, responding you grinned,
‘What was that?’
Sylus sighed as he adjusted his position, ‘I’m sorry, just please. I need more. Please.’ He pleaded as he gritted his teeth.
You couldn’t help but take in the sight before you. Him struggling to sit up with his cheeks flushed. His chest heaving to make way for oxygen and his tip leaking like a faucet. You adored it, with the added feature of him being humble before you. You just had to reward him for being so good for you, for accepting his place.
‘Good boy,’ Sylus struggled to hold back a moan as you came over undoing his handcuffs, ‘help me out okay?’ He understood immediately, switching your positions to you lying on the bed while he kissed down your abdomen to your leaking pussy. Giving a soft lick, he listened to your moan before finally allowing himself to ravish you.
He loved your taste, he remembered why as he grinds into the bed-frame trying to get something out of this. He loved how you arched up in pleasure, how you quaked underneath him. He slipped his fingers inside of you, thrusting inside and enjoying the sound of his efforts, the sweet whines, the whimpers. He adored it all, just how he adored you.
He wasn’t shy to quicken the pace as you came on his hands, grunting as he came on the bed frame, noting to clean that up later. Although he wished he could continue, Sylus slowly pulled his fingers out of you slipping it into his mouth , enjoying your taste. As you grounded yourself, you grimaced while he smirked after sucking his fingers clean,
‘What? I can’t enjoy your taste now?’
‘I mean.. I guess,’
Sylus chuckled as he returned on the bed, lying down with his cock facing toward you, eager for more. You positioned yourself above him , slowly sinking down letting out a moan as he shut his eyes in ecstasy enjoying your warmth. You sat there, letting his length practically impale you as he waited.
‘Are you feeling alright, too much to handle?’ His words held a teasing tone but hidden behind them was concern that you quickly put to rest with a nod of your head.
‘You just worry for yourself,’ he smiled at you as you regained your fierce nature.
‘Alright then if you say so, kitty’ Those were fighting words, and fight you will. You pinched at his chest as you slowly raised yourself up, moving up and down his length while Sylus moaned, a way to let you know to not stop, not now.
‘You enjoying it?’
He nodded harshly, ‘Yes please, I’m close. Please don’t stop,’ You pinched harder on his chest while you grind down harshly before coming to a pause,
‘Do it again,’
‘What?’ Sylus looked up at you, struggling to focus in his state of pleasure,
‘Beg me, again.’
‘Please let me cum, please I need it, please I’m begging you just let me cum- mph’ You cut him off with a kiss as you continued on fucking yourself on top of him, Sylus grunting into your ear as he approached the brink.
‘You wanted to cum no? So cum,’ He struggled to hold his facade as he released into you with a low growl tucking himself deeper into you as you came around his cock.
You both sat there basking in the aftermath of the actions you had both done before Sylus’ broke the silence, ‘We need to do that more often,‘ you chuckled as you cuddled into his chest
‘You need to be a dick less often,’
‘Not when it results in this,’ He had you there.
‘Care to tell me what got you so upset earlier?’ You stayed quiet , wanting to move on from the question, ‘No? How about I get Luke and Keiran to get you your favourite fast food?’ He smiled at how you practically lit up and nodded in agreement.
That’s how you stayed there for the rest of the night, hugging and tired from the fun you both had, but it was fun none the less.
Bonus!
Luke and Keiran walked up at the front door knocking with a bag of food in hand. ‘Still dunno why the boss asked up to get this?’
‘It’s obviously for the Miss!’
‘I guess but at 10 pm? Gosh you would think-‘
Sylus unlocks the door with a towel around his waist muttering a small ‘Thank you’ - he took the food and closed the door back in place with a loud and firm lock, leaving Luke and Keiran flabbergasted.
Working on stuff right now for the Sylus x reader but honestly I’m wondering how he would act with some of MC’s kinks?
Like if you really wanted to he wouldn’t mind it (plus he gets to see you beg which is really nice) but it would have to be in an empty meeting room, maybe just after he finished a meeting and Luke and Kieran would practically shove people out of the building so you can both indulge in the fun.
He would hate to be vulnerable around people other than you. He’s all yours, so why would he let others see how much of a mess he gets for you? That’s yours to witness, please don’t ask him to shame himself in front of colleagues, that’s too far- even for this man.
He definitely would not be mad with you asking him to do it, just a bit thrown off so please don’t feel like he’s disgusted by you , he just doesn’t like the idea! Would be up to roleplaying it, just say the word and he’ll hand you the dog collar (yes he bought the dog collar, he reserved it just for you with a matching leash please use it)
New rebrand once more! I sort of hated the dark look so I’m going with this for now! Anyway needing to ask what we want to see in the future with this, a poll is going to be formed (idk if i’m big enough to get responses but shooting my shot here)
Sub!Rafayel x Reader : Beach Time Pleasure
Sub!Sylus x Reader : Tilted Scales
Sub!Xavier x Reader : Peaceful Slumber
Black!Reader x Zayne/Xavier/Caleb Headcanons
Voting ended onFeb 18, 2025
To be clear I plan to get black reader out of the way because it’s black history month and I will force myself to finish it Idc how much I suffer! But i want to know what we desire for me to focus on! So go ahead and vote!
