💿 hello everyone! welcome to my blog, you can call me Soda or Middy, whichever you like best.
💿 LADS writer and artist who finally grew the balls to make an account instead of chronically lurking. Some things to know about me-
☆ I main Sylus, Zayne, and Caleb, so those are who I'll usually be writing for, but I may be open to writing all LIs in the future!
☆ Not always, but I tend to write Dom! or Switch! MC, and overall an MC that's more on the strongwilled/tomboyish side.
☆ I will probably post fanart/comics of my MC on here at some point bc I am in love with her and her lore and I love smashing my barbies together for all the world to see.
☆ I can't promise I can get to any/all requests, however my inbox is always open!
💿 There will definitely be NSFW content on this blog, so minors pls DNI
💿 This is a temporary intro post, I'll probably make a bigger masterpost once I actually have fics to add to one lmao
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Pale skin so beautifully flushed; the rosy pink spreading from the tips of his ears all the way down to the sensitive peaks of his nipples. Sweat coats his skin, making the sheets stick almost uncomfortably to his body, overwhelming his senses.
“Zaynie, eyes on me, remember?” You flick the vibrator off, smiling as his hips jerk upwards. Chasing after the stimulation that you removed all together. A beautiful mix of muffled noises slip out of his swollen lips, the lace of your panties now slick with his saliva. Some even daring to dribble down his chin as he struggles to drag his eyes up to meet yours.
“That’s a good boy, Zaynie.” You don’t turn the toy back on right away. Even though you can see the pure desperation shining in the watery depths of his hazel eyes. “Good boys who do what they’re told get to cum, remember?” A second passes, then two. No sound escapes him, he doesn’t nod either. Just stares at you dumbly… so cute…
“I expect…” Your fingers wrap around the delicate chain connecting the two clamps, tugging hard on one just to hear the high pitched mewl struggle to escape his mouth. “... a response when I ask you a question, baby. Or else we just might be here all night. I dunno if your poor cock can handle all of that…”
Copious amounts of precum covered his shaft, his thighs, your vibrator, and hands. He was making a mess, but you were far better at edging than Zayne realized. However, a rough shift at Akso didn’t really leave room for Zayne to ponder how much trouble he was getting himself into when he asked you to make him forget all his struggles.
“So, I’ll ask again, and you’ll answer. Right, Zaynie?” You tug on the nipple clamp again, watching tears shine in his eyes as his cock twitches below you. You flip the vibrator back on prematurely, earning a sharp but eager nod from Zayne in response.
“Good boy, Zaynie.”
You press the dull whirring head to the underside of his cock, thighs clamping together to try and alleviate your own ache as Zayne whimpers helplessly at the sensation. His hands tug at the restraints he had so carefully taught you to tie, hazel eyes practically begging you to keep going as drool slips down his trembling chin.
“Ohh, Zaynie is gonna cum, isn’t he? But has he earned it?” He’s so dazed it takes him a second to respond, nodding eagerly. His hair is slightly damp and sticking to his forehead as he tries so desperately to tell you something through the fabric of your underwear.
“M’not sure he has. He’s been pretty slow on getting the hang of the rules. He’s made a mess of himself with his precum, oh and not to mention his drooling…” Your free hand reaches up, swiping at his chin and grinning as his blush turns crimson.
“Oh, he hasn’t even bothered with saying please.” Your hand sinks lower, trailing along his racing pulse before dipping lower to his chest. “There are other ways to say please, you don’t need to say them verbally, Zaynie. I’m honestly not quite sure you’re all that deserving of an orgasm.” As you speak, you press the vibrator harder to his cock. Not stopping until it’s laying flush against his abdomen.
The pleasure is dizzying. Zayne’s vision is blurring with tears of frustration and pleasure as he tries so desperately to keep his eyes open and on you. “Aww, don’t cry, Zaynie. S’okay…” But the sardonic tone of your words has his stomach clenching. He’s so close –, too close – that he fears what may happen if he doesn’t warn you.
But the idea of release is far more tempting… if he can just keep you distracted long enough… “Ohhhh, Zayne?” A guttural sound is tugged from his throat as you yank on the nipple clamps, his body jerking towards you in the process. “Don’t try and play dumb.”
He’s staring at you as if he’s never seen you before. Unbelieving that his sweet lover could harbor such a dominant side, that she could be so… sadistic. Though, she’s learned first hand from the best, has she not? The thought alone has him twitching, choking around the makeshift gag as his orgasm crashes down on him.
The relief he thought he would feel is short lived, so short in fact that it really does bring tears to his eyes. Enough that they overflow, leaking down the flush of his cheekbones as his cock twitches pathetically. His release, now leaking from his tip in sad, throbbing waves, leaves him feeling completely unsatisfied.
“You thought you could trick me?” You turned the vibrator off and tossed it aside the moment he started to cum, forcing a disapproving glare as he came. “Was a ruined orgasm worth it, baby? Was it worth the orgasm I would have given you?”
Zayne can’t think straight, body collapsing backwards into the headboard and pillows. Staring at you in utter defeat as you pushed yourself off the bed. “Zaynie, what am I going to do with you?” Your grin has a chill inching up his spine, watching you disappear into the bathroom before returning with a warm cloth to clean him up.
“I was going to give you head. But… only good boys get that. I think you need a nap, maybe think about what you’ve done, yeah?” Maybe he’s truly lost it, because a fresh wave of tears are brimming in his eyes. Enough that you can’t help but feel a little surprised as you carefully undo the clamps. “Tears won’t get you out of this, baby. Remember?”
inspired by this post by the lovely @leighsartworks216 🫡🫡🫡
hopefully y'all will notice all the little easter eggs and stuff :)) if there are any misspelling: mind your business and imagine it correctly ☺️☺️☺️ also if anyone actually figures out the song she is singing: you get a free art request of anything you desire, lol good luck 👹👹
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OH MY GOD!!! THIS IS SO AWESOME OH MY GOD!!!!! YOUR ART STYLE IS SO COOL IT FELT LIKE I WAS LOOKING AT A FULLY PENCIL DRAWING LIKE PHYSICALLY INSTEAD OF DIGITALLY!!! OMFG "Babydoll (Wife)" 😭 pls he's so cute 😭😭😭 And oh lord she's so pretty 😳 I don't blame him lol PLUS all the cute little ways they just *know* each other!! Telling her to stop dragging it out and just
This was so perfect thank you sm for drawing it and sharing it 😭 <333
“Ugh!” Zayne let out a throaty whine as you traced the head of his dick with one perfectly manicured finger, smearing the precum all over the surface. You glanced up at him, a sweet smile gracing your lips that didn’t fully reach your eyes. Sitting in between his spread legs, you admired your handiwork. The doctor was completely naked in the chair, his hands secured behind him on the backrest. Sweat was beading from his brow, a few drops falling from his face as he peeked down through his hair at you.
His breath hitched as you resumed your movements, teasing the swollen and leaking tip of his cock with featherlight touches. Subconsciously, Zayne’s hips twitched, his body begging for more stimulation. “Ah, ah, ah… You need to behave, Mr. Doctor.” Your words tore another whimper out of him, his hips struggling to not buck into your touch. Your smile turned mischievous as an idea came to your head.
You sat back on your knees, pulling your hand away and placing a finger on your chin, a movement meant to symbolize your deep thought. You hummed pensively, your eyebrows pinching together on your forehead. “I suppose, if you don’t know how to behave…” You paused for dramatic effect. “I’ll have to find someone who will.” “No!” You jumped slightly, surprise lacing your features as Zayne lurched against his restraints. His muscles strained against the chair, desperation clear in his eyes. Fat tears began to roll down his cheeks as his lower lip trembled in defeat. Oh, how you loved teasing him like this.
“I can be…” He gulped. “I can be good.” “Awwww.” You purred, leaning forward to catch a few more drops of precum that had leaked with your tongue, the warm muscle devastatingly pleasurable against his sensitive tip. “Will you be a good boy for me?” He nodded eagerly, a choked moan tumbling out of his mouth as you closed your lips around him, your tongue swirling on the underside of his cock as you sucked.
“Mmm… Feels good…” He whined, his breath hitching as you grabbed a hold of his muscular thigh, your fingernails digging deep enough into the skin to draw blood. Zayne’s eyes rolled back, the pain only pleasurable. You began to bob up and down on his dick, drool seeping from the corners of your lips to drip down the length to his balls. He couldn’t hold back his sounds, his breathy moans and whimpers music to your ears. His legs began to twitch, and you pulled off his cock with a wet pop, leaving him panting and confused.
“Why did you stop? I was good, I did everything I was supposed to?” His desperate babbles and teary eyes made something warm curl in your belly, settling there comfortably. You had all the power over this man who dwarfed you in strength and size. You tilted your head innocently.
“Oh, baby, did you think you were going to cum tonight?” The way his face fell, tears beginning to stream down his cheeks again, was like drugs to your system. This was going to be so fun.
hayy guys! hope you enjoy! i'm not used to writing submissive men LOL -kitty
On a good day, Sylus was cocky, smug, and rather arrogant, a facade that only sort of faded once your relationship began. So, you'd only assumed he would be the same in the bedroom. He'd be teasing you and mumbling cheeky comments the whole time for sure.
Right?
"It's alright, shhh I know, I know." A warm hand cups your cheek, gently brushing away a stray tear. He's only an inch or two in, but the stretch has your eyes stinging more than you'd been able to hold back.
"S-Sylus..." You whine, nails digging into his biceps. The sheets are cool against your back, though the sensation does little to distract you as Sylus slides in a little more.
"Such a good girl for me. You can take it, I know you can. So perfect." He's being so sweet, his eyes soft as he places gentle kisses on your heated skin.
"I don't-I don't think I can..." You sniffle, though your legs wrap tighter around him.
"Just a little more. Take a deep breath for me?" When you do, exhaling slowly, you feel him bottom out. You suck in a breath immediately, though your eyes roll back in ecstasy in the same moment.
"See? Does it feel good?" He presses soft kisses along the column of your throat, humming when you shiver against him.
"Y-yeah. Can-can you move now?" Your eagerness makes him smile, pressing his lips to yours like he can't get enough of it.
"Patience, sweetie. You should take a minute to adjust."
"I-I'm already adjusted! Come on, just fuck me?" He grins, hands interlocking with yours on the bed.
dilf!sylus gently feeding his huge cock into your cunt, lowering you down onto it with firm hands on your hips.
he doesn't want you to hurt yourself; this is your first time together and you're unused to his size. he has to take it slow, even if his wants are violently shaking its cage, begging for freedom.
you let him lead you, beautifully obedient, as you straddle his hips with shaking thighs. your head falls back with a quiet moan when he sinks in deeper. your sopping cunt easing the way a little as he pushes in.
sylus grunts softly, watching how his cock stretches you wide. how your juices drip down his length in rivulets that he aches to taste. his wants nearly break down its cage, roaring loudly that his ears ring. but his hands remain firm, fingers dimpling the fat around your hips and holds on strong.
then you whine, grabbing at his hands and he worries if he's hurt you, if he should stop.
but you're quick, too quick for even him as you smile syly with lustful eyes before slamming down the rest of the way onto his cock. you choke on air, back arching in raw pleasure as he hits your cervix.
sylus' vision goes white, nails digging into your skin, as he's suddenly encased by your heat. he struggles momentarily to breathe, all his nerves alight. but you're already grasping at his shoulders, lifting yourself up until just the tip remains in your fluttering cunt before slamming back down again.
you both moan, pleasure-driven, and you start riding sylus in earnest, pupils blown and drooling.
a tiny voice in sylus' head says he should slow you down. the logical part of him growing dimmer with every clench of your sweet cunt.
it's too late for him now; he doesn't listen as his restraint snaps and his wants break down the cage and lunge forth.
he doesn't stop until you're sobbing, shaking and given him everything you have.
~ in honor of the new quality time feature coming soon lol
Xavier starts to glow when he falls into a really deep sleep. Soft snoring, lips slightly parted, typically sprawled on his back with his arms at full mass
Zayne sleeps stiff as a fucking board if you’re not in the bed with him. Lips barely parted, mostly breathes through his nose. Molds himself to your body.
Rafayel tosses and turns like a rotisserie chicken. You’d think he’s fighting demons. He’s accidentally smacked you a handful of times and stayed asleep.
Sylus is surprisingly the most normal sleeper. Stomach sleeper, snores like a beast, one hand is always inches from the gun under his pillow.
Caleb has insomnia, not even that chip can force a shut down of his body. When he does sleep it’s usually in awkward positions. Drools a lot.
Xavier will sleep on top of your body if he falls asleep with you in his bed already. Often times he’s out like a light before you’re done with your night routine.
Zayne twitches occasionally, startling you into a half awake state before he settles and clings to you again. That’s how you know he’s okay most the time.
Rafayel could crawl into your skin when you’re asleep. You’re so warm and soft. He could have you snuggled into his side and still hog the blanket entirely
Sylus tangles his legs with yours when you’re sharing the bed, that or one arm is slung over your middle. He tries to keep a little distance cuz he knows he snores. (Bonus points if you sleep like the dead, nothing is waking you up, not even his monstrous snoring)
Caleb talks in his sleep. Sometimes it’s unnerving like “don’t go, don’t leave me” other times it’s “apples are not purple” like okay king pop off?
The key to writing good fanfiction is to harbor a deeply humiliating desire, and the trick there is that even pretty basic and societally-accepted desires like “being held” and “being wanted” CAN and WILL be humiliating if they’re intense enough. Become so estranged from human connection that the idea of someone playing with your hair fills you with yearning so deep you feel like you’re going to throw up and you will write some banger fanfiction. It might have some other consequences too but idrk about that.
He parts his legs for you, giving you plenty of room to settle down on his thigh. His hand comes away from his face, cigarette perched lazily between his ring and middle finger. A stream of smoke puffs from his nose like a dragon as his lips curl into a smirk. "It doesn't last long enough," Sylus says. "Can't I be allowed a little vice?"
You roll your eyes at him, but you can't deny the raw sex appeal he oozes like this. Lounging in his leather chair, whisky on the table beside him, wrist resting limp on the arm, smoke drifting through the room like a serpent.
He watches as you lean forward. You lay your chest against his, watching as you lift his hand toward your mouth. He turns the cigarette over between his fingers, facing the yellow-orange butt your way. His eyes flicker between your eyes and your mouth, watching with the haze of arousal and desire. You don't look away as you take a long drag, the amber glow burning the end into ash.
His other hand lifts to cradle the back of your neck. Cold metal rings touch your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. As you pull off the cigarette, he drops his hand off to the side and draws you in, meeting your lips with his before you can exhale.
He kisses you deep. Devouring. Lifts his leg to press you higher up in his lap. He groans softly into your mouth, nibbling at your lip, tugging on it as he pulls back.
Smoke slips from both your mouths. Wafts away with breaths heavy with desire. He doesn't look as he snuffs the last remnants of the cigarette in the ash tray, all to free both hands, to grab your hip and guide your leg until you're fully straddling him.
"You're going to kill me long before these things do," he rasps, eye glowing steadily brighter in the dim light. He draws you in again, sharing your air, lips only ghosting, watching your face. Watching your eyes, heavy-lidded, staring at his mouth, longing for more. His mouth quirks into a smirk, one you feel against your own as he finally satisfies his addiction for your love.
❝ When Sylus gifts you a credit card tied to his account, you told yourself you would only use it in emergencies. But a tiny little purchase of convenience spirals into you accidentally spending half a million on dresses—which leads to Sylus calling you, and is more than pleased.
For #sylusbday2026 - Day 4: Sugar Daddy ❞
— 2.6k words | One-Shot (smut) | Sylus x fem!Reader
[ cw: dom!Sylus, sylus gets off on you spending his money, phone sex, mutual masturbation, praise kink ]
Ao3 Link — ✦➳⋆
In the beginning, it had started out innocently enough.
You needed information for the Hunter's Association which meant going undercover at an event for the elite. Which…required you to wear clothes that cost more money than you made in a month. Probably even two months. There was always renting clothes, and you had planned on doing that, but once Sylus had caught wind of this, he had insisted on being the one to buy them for you.
"My treat," he said, eyes glinting. "But…there is one little condition."
"Oh?" you said, feigning innocence while your heart fluttered, familiar with this little dance.
He brushed his knuckle across your cheek. "I can only give you your gift tomorrow night, at eight. There's a new restaurant in Linkon I want to take you to."
You hummed sweetly. "I suppose I can manage that."
His smile was soft before brushing his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. "Then it's a deal.
Once that night came, and you ate a delicious dinner, he had surprised you. You had expected him to simply pick out a dress for you to wear and then gift it to you, but instead, what you received was a sleek, black credit card.
With your name on it.
You stared at him, mouth slightly agape. "I…"
He chuckled. "What's a matter? Cat got your tongue?" When you still couldn't come up with a response, only managing a half-hearted glare, he sighed. "I've been meaning to give you it awhile. I don't want you to have to ask every time you need me to pay for something."
That made you huff. "It's not like I do it that often."
His tone was surprisingly soft. "I know—that's what I mean. I'm hoping this will make it easier for you. I want you to spend my money like it's yours." He reached across the table, taking your hand in his. "It's not just my heart that belongs to you, sweetie. Everything of mine is for you to claim."
Hearing words like that had made it impossible to argue with, so you had agreed. Later, buying the dress and dealing with the mission had gone smoothly, and you went back to your normal hunter routine. But the new card that weighed heavily in your wallet was now a permanent addition to your life. One that would take some getting used to.
You had planned to simply ignore its existence. To only use it in emergencies, like if your car or motorcycle got totaled.
And then you stopped at your favorite cafe, as you often did. But this time, when you opened your wallet to pay, your stomach dropped at the realization that the credit card you always used was currently sitting on the table of your kitchen back home—you had pulled it out to make a purchase online—and all that stared back at you was that black card shining with indulgence.
To be fair, this was an emergency. Just a very, very minor one.
With a sigh, you pulled it out and handed it to the cashier. Your stomach twisted as she swiped it, like somehow the computer would start blaring an alert that let everyone know that you weren't the one paying. That your morning treat was being bought by the leader of Onychinus instead. But she simply handed it back to you with a smile, letting you know it would be ready in a few minutes.
As you waited near the counter, your phone went off.
Sylus: I was starting to wonder if you had lost the card and were just too afraid to tell me.
You let out a huff, typing away at a response.
You: I just forgot my card today.
Sylus: You should do that more often, then.
You sent him a crow emoji with a deadpan facial expression and watched as three dots popped up.
Sylus: You were running low on body soap last time I was over. you should buy some more before you get home.
Sylus: The fanciest one you like.
Your name was called out, taking your attention away from your phone as you put it away. As you grabbed your order, his offer echoed in your mind. He wasn't wrong; you were low on soap, along with some other body care products. And there was a brand you had been wanting to try for ages, now, but could never justify spending that much. The temptation he had laid out for you was almost too hard to resist…
As you walked out of the store, your heart pounded. You would almost think you had stolen the egregiously expensive bottles of care products you now carried—but no, you had bought them. With a 250 dollar charge sent to Sylus' account.
And speaking of the devil, you felt a buzz in your pocket. With a sigh, you pulled out your phone.
Sylus: Was that so hard, kitten?
You: Extremely. My heart feels like it's going to explode.
Sylus: Poor thing. let me reward you for your efforts, then.
You: ……..You want to reward me for spending your money?
Sylus: Come to the base tomorrow evening. I have a few new records I want you to listen to.
Of course, you had happily accepted his invite. A nice, quiet dinner followed by him taking you up to his office. There, he played you the beautiful music while you slow danced in front of the fireplace. Which turned into a passionate exchange of kisses…Which turned into him fucking you on his leather couch.
"Sylus…" you moaned into his shoulder, clinging onto his back for dear life as he thrust into you relentlessly.
"That's it," he breathed out, lips brushing against your ear. "Come apart for me." His cock continued to rub against the spot inside you that had your eyes fluttering shut.
You thought he was just going to say more sweet nothings, but he surprised you. "You were so good for me yesterday. Spending my money like that. All I could think about was how much I wanted to have you—just like this."
Your breath hitched, both from his words of praise and the edge you were nearing.
"That's right. My good girl. Mine."
You gasped, followed by a string of moans and whines as you came on his cock, and he soon followed suit. Hips stuttering as he filled you to the brim, his orgasm forcing out a moan and a few muttered expletives.
The rest of the night was filled with only his soothing touch as he took care of you. Like you were something precious.
At the time, you hadn't realized what that night had changed for you. Had changed within you. But that didn't make it any less real, and it was now festering inside you.
You bought a few more little things here and there, and you found that the anxiety you felt before had been replaced by something else. Something a lot more terrifying.
Thrill.
And it was addicting. Especially with how Sylus encouraged it. Always praising you with a pleased smile, gently pushing you to crave for more, and those little purchases slowly grew more grand. A new TV, higher-quality shoes for going out on missions, treating yourself and Tara to extravagant lunches almost every week…
And now you were laid out on your bed, staring at your laptop screen as your skin buzzed with anticipation. You were about to go through with a purchase that was more ambitious than anything else you had bought so far.
You scrolled through a website that, a few months ago, you would have never even considered clicking on, and now all the designer dresses flew past. Every single one that caught your eye ended up in your cart which you would go through at the end and pick a few favorites. Your goal was to wear one to surprise Sylus with on one of your dates—like the time you had bought that one lingerie set that resulted in an inability to properly stand the next day.
A ruby red dress caught your eye, making you click on it. It was long and elegant, and was revealing in all the right places. You were certain it would get the exact reaction from Sylus you desired, especially considering it was in his color. But, since it was on the pricier side at fifteen thousand, you decided it would be the only one you would end up buying.
You clicked the button to buy it, which you thought had meant it would be separate from your cart. And, of course, since this was Sylus' money, you didn't bother to look at the final price before hitting the "confirm purchase" button, letting the saved credit card information auto-fill.
That familiar exhilarating feeling washed over you as you went back to the main page, and you were about to exit out before something caught your eye. A few moments ago, the red bubble over the cart icon had the number forty-nine displayed inside it…
…And now it was gone.
A chill ran through you, and with trembling fingers, you pulled out your phone to open your email. "No, no, no," you muttered under your breath. Surely it was just a glitch. A weird quirk of the website. Surely you hadn't just bought fifty dresses all well over a few grand each. But when you found the receipt, scrolling down to see the final payment, you felt your heart drop to your stomach.
557,678.87.
Half a million dollars. Spent on dresses. On a random Wednesday evening.
Maybe I can cancel it somehow, you thought, but before you could look into that idea, your phone started to vibrate. An embarrassing, frightened sound left your lips at the caller ID.
Sylus.
You couldn't just ignore him—as much as you wanted to throw your phone across the room—so, with hesitation, you swiped to accept.
"H…hello?" you said timidly.
"Kitten," you heard in response. His voice came out low, deep. Rougher than usual, and maybe even a little breathless. "Having a little fun?"
"Uh…um…" you stammered. "It was an accident?"
"Oh?" His tone took a little bit of an amused turn. "You accidentally bought a whole walk-in closet worth of dresses just now?"
You were lucky he wasn't here to see how your face flushed. "Well, I…I thought I was only buying one, but…I ended up buying the whole cart?"
His chuckle sent a shiver down your spine. "I see. Easy mistake."
"I can return it—!"
"No," he cut you off, and you wondered if you imagined the desperate edge. "I want to see you in all of them—and I want to be the one that takes them off of you."
His voice had become sensual, and as always, the lower part of your body responded, growing warm. Then, with a startling realization, you said, "When you say you like me doing this…you mean you like it."
He let out an actual laugh this time. "Took you this long to figure it out, sweetie? Maybe I should have been more obvious." A few moments later, he asked softly, "Do you like it?"
You buried your face in your free hand, mumbling.
"What was that, kitten?"
You let out a long sigh. "…Maybe."
"Then why stop at just dresses?"
"…What?"
"Surely you need some new shoes to go with them."
You swallowed as your mouth went dry. "Right now?"
"Mmhm," he hummed. "Buy whatever piques your interest. No hesitation."
As you started to navigated to the website that had the brand of shoes you had longed for for years—you heard it. So faint over the phone you almost missed it. But it was undeniable: the sound of a zipper being undone.
Your breath hitched, and suddenly, you were aware of the way your cunt was aching, desperate for relief. But despite that, you tried to stay focused on the task at hand.
As you sifted through the selection, picking out whatever caught your eye, you rambled to Sylus with a shaky voice about the things you were selecting. Telling him about the finely cut diamonds encrusted in them. And he hummed along, as if he was drinking in every word. And finally, once you selected everything you wished for, your body was flushed all over with need pooling in your gut.
"Now, go on and buy them, kitten," he breathed out. "Be a good girl for me."
You couldn't stop the whimper that escaped you, and your self-restraint finally snapped; one hand slipped into your underwear while the other clicked to complete the purchase.
Only a few moments after the payment went through, you heard Sylus let out a low moan. "Yes," he whispered. "Just like that."
"Sylus," you whined, fingers easily slipping into your entrance with how wet you were.
He took a shaky breath. "You also need some new things to wear underneath, right? Another layer for me to spend my time undoing?"
You nodded even though he couldn't see you while opening a new tab. "Y…yes. I need…" you trailed off, body shuddering as you rubbed over a sensitive spot inside you. "I need you," you whined.
"Fuck," he muttered before moaning. His voice was strained as he continued to speak in between harsh breaths. "Next week. After your new things arrive. I'll give you what you desire, kitten. I promise."
Those words intensified the needy haze in your mind. You were no longer truly thinking as you selected various lingerie. Your decisions were based solely on how much you wanted to see Sylus take them off you. Then, you stumbled upon a piece that had a hole in the underwear—made to be worn while he fucked you—and you let out a surprised, needy moan.
"What—fuck—what is it, sweetie?"
Through words that you weren't sure were all that coherent, you explained what you found. And you could easily imagine the way his head tipped back as he let out a deep, desperate sound that rumbled through his chest. That was all the encouragement you needed to make it the final thing you added to your cart, and you purchased it all without a second thought.
Sylus' reaction through the phone settled deep in your chest, making you thrust helplessly into your own hand. "Oh, kitten, yes. Good girl. Doing so good for me."
"Sy…Sylus. I'm…" You had started rubbing your clit with your palm as you fucked yourself with your fingers, and you could feel your climax approaching soon.
Based on how he sounded, he wasn't fairing much better. "Just…just hold on a little longer for me, sweetie. You need jewelry, don't you?"
You let out a whimper as you obeyed. Ruby necklaces, emerald encrusted chokers, diamond earrings, 18-karat gold rings—you added them all. It didn't take long for the total to reach the millions. The cost of a modest mansion sitting in your cart.
With your orgasm approaching, any hesitation that would have normally been there was absent as you clicked to purchase everything. Once you did, you whined out, "Sylus."
A string of noises were forced out of him, tumbling past his lips as the dam broke. "Oh, fuck. Fuck—ah, ah, good girl, my good girl…"
You let his words of pleasure wash over you, basking in the praise. And that was all it took to join him with your own climax.
As you both took time to catch your breath, all you could think about was how much you couldn't wait for next week to come. To see all the ways he would indulge you—and how you would indulge him.
Sylus recording himself fucking you in doggy style, your hair perfectly wrapped around his calloused fingers, his knuckles white. He makes sure the angle shows the way your ass shakes with every connection of his hips, makes sure Zayne can see how tight he's tugging on you. Oh and don't forget the glimpse every so often of his thick length spreading you open and disappearing deep in your cunt. And, naturally, your pretty back is on perfect display, littered in his bites and scratches.
He sends it to Zayne, with your permission of course, while he's still balls deep inside of you. "Wish you were here with us, don't you, Doc?" With a cheeky little crow emoji and just tosses the phone off to the side of the bed, watching Zayne's contact blow up his screen with a little smirk because he knows he is so in for it when Zayne gets off work.
The worst part is when you look back and make eye contact with the camera and pout a little and go "He's being s-so mean Zayne...won't you come home? I miss your cock..." and with your teary eyed face? He's going to RACE HOME and tie Sylus to the cuck chair so he can watch Zayne show him how to really make you cum
The first time you leaned in and kissed him, he felt like the entire world could burn down around him and he wouldn’t care. Since then, making out with you has become his favorite addiction. The way you melt into him, the little sounds you make when he licks into your mouth, how you grip his shirt like you’re afraid he’ll disappear,he can’t get enough.
Tonight is no different.
You’re straddling his lap on the couch in his private lounge, hands tangled in his silver hair while he kisses you deep and slow. His hands slide up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh as he pulls you closer. A low groan rumbles in his chest when you rock against him, unconsciously grinding down on the growing bulge in his pants.
“Fuck, kitten…” he murmurs against your lips, voice already rough. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
You whimper softly, kissing him harder, and for a moment it feels like you might finally be ready. His hands slip under your shirt, palms warm against your bare waist, thumbs stroking just beneath your ribs. He’s so hard it’s aching, straining painfully against his zipper, but he doesn’t rush you. He just keeps kissing you like he could do this forever.
Then you pull back suddenly, breathing heavily, eyes a little wide.
“Sylus… wait. I’m sorry, I-” You bite your lip, looking guilty.
He stills immediately.
His hands slide out from under your shirt and settle respectfully on your hips instead. Even though his cock is throbbing angrily between you, begging for friction, his expression softens.
“Hey,” he says gently, voice low and calm. “Don’t apologise. You never have to be sorry for that.”
You look down, cheeks flushed. “But you’re… I can feel how hard you are. I keep getting you worked up and then stopping-“
Sylus cuts you off by tilting your chin up so you meet his eyes. That usual smugness is gone, replaced by something warmer and tender.
“I don’t care if I stay hard for the rest of the night,” he says simply. “Or all week. Or all month. We go at your pace. Always.”
He leans in and presses a slow, sweet kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips, much softer this time.
“You letting me kiss you like this already feels like winning the lottery, sweetie,” he murmurs against your mouth. “I can wait. As long as you need.”
Even as he says it, his cock twitches hard between your thighs, still painfully trapped and aching. He ignores it completely, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest instead.
You bury your face in his neck, relaxing into him. “You’re too good to me.”
Sylus lets out a quiet chuckle, though it sounds a little strained.
“Trust me, I’m not a saint. Right now I’m thinking about a lot of very filthy things I want to do to you,” he admits, voice dropping into a purr. “But I’d rather have you comfortable and happy than rush anything. This-” He squeezes your waist gently. “-is more than enough.”
You stay like that for a long time, you curled up on his lap, his arms securely around you while he presses occasional kisses to your hair and temple.
Later, after you’ve fallen asleep against his chest, Sylus finally lets out a slow, controlled breath.
He’s painfully hard, balls aching, cock leaking into his boxers… but he just holds you tighter, a small, satisfied smile on his lips.
Because even if it means blue balling himself every single time you make out, you’re worth every second of it.
His kitten is safe, comfortable, and slowly opening up to him
“just a touch…” his breath tickled your ear, “don’t you finally deserve to feel satisfied?”
tags: LADS, LADS smut, demon!sylus x priestess!reader (fem) x priest!zayne
content warnings: 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content, DUBCON/COERCION, blood, threesome, oral sex (f receiving,) fingering (f & m,) penetrative sex (f/m & m/m,) religious imagery (fictional religion)
word count: 6.2k
a/n: i know these are dark days for the LADS fandom, but we’ll get through them together.
and if you’re sad, i hope this makes you horny instead.🫶
loosely based on this ask from @literalglutton 😘
beta-read by my dear @valkoapproves
sylus was a silver-tongued fiend with a goal to devour.
you wouldn’t sell your soul to him? that’s fine. he was greedy. he’d take your body instead.
except he wouldn’t take you. he would convince you to give yourself willingly. no, he’d never ask you to pledge your soul to another. you were devoted to the pantheon of gods you served. he knew you were too good, too pure to taint yourself in such a way.
and that was the reason he craved you.
but as perfect of a priestess as you were… surely, that didn’t mean you should be deprived completely of life’s pleasures. what was wrong with feeling satisfied? blissful? happy? was that truly a sin?
you worked so diligently. served so dutifully. you deserved to feel content.
and he could help you with that… if you just let him touch you.
day by day, he slithered closer, becoming more corporeal than ethereal, feeding off your blossoming desire, sultry whispers growing louder in your ear as fleeting touches brushed against you in tendrils of red-black mist. his face started appearing in your dreams, breathtakingly handsome and alight with smoldering crimson eyes that bore into your soul.
“how cruel,” he’d taunt, “that no one truly notices you… no one appreciates you like I do.”
“notice? appreciate?” you’d laugh, “no one is supposed to ‘notice’ me… everything I do is in service to the gods. my reward is the chance to serve them.”
he’d scoff in disgust.
“and that’s your only reward?”
you’d nod, ignoring the twisting feeling in your gut.
“but don’t you desire more, lovely?”
a shiver traveled down your spine as mist danced around you, caressing any exposed area of skin it could reach.
and so he slipped through the cracks in your defenses, his words wearing down your well-kept walls.
brother zayne noticed, of course, that you had started drifting to sleep during prayer.
he asked about your health, a concerned expression furrowing his brow as he noted the exhaustion that hung over you with each passing day. and of course he noticed the haziness in your eyes as your mind began drifting to forbidden fantasies, the sudden heaviness in your breath as you battled the growing ache of desire within.
he felt a strange, familiar pang in his chest every time he saw you…
and started to notice his mind faltering around you as well.
your resolve eventually crumbled, bit by bit. the feeling of closeness, of being seen, of being desired… sylus gave you those feelings, and they became too much to resist.
you were shocked… terrified… relieved? to enter your quarters one evening and find a fully materialized, beautiful demon-man waiting for you.
“s-sylus?” your voice quivered as you approached him hesitantly.
warily, you reached out a hand, fully expecting it to pass through this dream you were having. but he grabbed it. pulled it flat against his chest. and smiled.
“hello, darling.”
you nearly melted into a puddle, his deep voice washing over you in a dark wave that made you dizzy.
“what… how…” you struggled to find words as he brought your hand to his lips.
“I could sense that you needed me,” his velvet words danced over your skin before he pressed slow kisses up your hand, wrist.
your eyes widened, something igniting in you at the sensation of heat lingering wherever his lips touched. he started trailing those scorching kisses up your arm. a soft sob escaped you as he pulled you fully into his embrace, his warmth overtaking you.
“need… you?” your words came out in a breathy whisper.
“my touch,” he clarified with a hum, running a finger along your lower lip, “your desire is the reason I’m standing before you right now…”
“b-but I can’t, I’m not supposed…”
“but do you desire it, dearest?” his eyes glowed bright like embers, warm voice trickling over your skin.
you nodded, trembling.
he smiled. it was a devastatingly handsome smile.
“I’m the only one who can satisfy your need…” one of his large hands traveled down to rest possessively on your waist,
“… but you have to tell me that you want it.”
you whimpered, conflicted, but about to combust from the overwhelming heat building in your core.
“just a touch…” his breath tickled your ear, “don’t you finally deserve to feel satisfied?”
you let out a strangled exhale as his presence flooded your senses.
“please…”
the second the word left your mouth, his inhuman speed had you pinned beneath him. his towering form casted a shadow that enveloped you, the hellfire raging in his eyes. you fought the feeling of desperation and helplessness that surged as he propped your knees up and allowed your robe to bunch up at your hips.
the cool air against your thighs pulled you slightly from your stupor, a sudden sense of nervousness fluttering in your chest.
“wait! t-the door doesn’t lock properly… what if someone comes by-”
“who would dare interrupt you at this hour?” he challenged, rough hands skating up your thighs as he spoke, “this is your time…” hot breath fanned over your neck, causing you to suck in a breath as he moved to gently press his lips beneath your ear.
“… and you don’t need to tell a single soul about it.”
the tempting whispers wove a spell over you, your body arching upward to meet his on instinct.
instantly, his arm snaked behind your back, greedily pulling you closer to him. his hips rolled against yours in a motion that made heat bloom lower with each movement.
“let me kiss you, beloved.”
he breathed the phrase low and sultry against your neck, taking your shudder and quiet whimper as the only answer he needed before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.
you were surprised by the amount of adoration and tenderness he poured into the kiss at first, truly questioning if fiends were as dangerous as you had been taught.
surely, he couldn’t be so terrible… not with the way his lips moved- warm, slow, and even sweet while one of his hands came up to cradle your face.
gently, his hand slid back, tangling in your hair…
and pulled.
a deep groan met your gasp as his teeth sunk into your plush lower lip, every question of intention vanishing from your mind as his tongue swept deeply into your mouth.
all at once, the heat of him became blazing, seeping into you as his tongue traveled from your mouth to drag a branding trail up the column of your throat.
you fought the guilt as a plethora of unholy thoughts arose, succumbing entirely to the weight and heat of his body against yours, letting your fingers sink into his broad shoulders as you dared acknowledge your blasphemous desire to feel more of him.
“already so sweet…” he released a dark laugh that you felt rumble through his chest, his long fingers suddenly gripping your hair tighter, “… but I need to taste more.”
there was hardly time to react before large hands loosened the ties of your priestess robe, sliding the coarse fabric to rest dangerously low across your shoulders, your breasts nearly exposed.
you flinched as air hit the newly revealed skin, trying to maintain composure while sylus ghosted over your clothed stomach, hands trailing appreciatively over the contours of your body as he prowled lower.
his name escaped your lips in a silent, traitorous prayer, your poor body already on alight with desire from his touches.
that’s when his fingers changed course.
they suddenly slid upward, your breath catching as they hooked beneath your undergarments and ripped.
“wha- what are you doing?” you cried, hands flying to cover yourself in mortification.
sylus merely grinned, chin dipping lower as he peeled your fingers away with infuriating patience.
“I’ve hardly begun touching, dearest,” he crooned, strong fingers wrapping around your thigh and throwing it over his shoulder, “why are you trying to hide from me?”
his hot breath tickled along your thigh as he moved closer to where you ached for him.
“you gave nothing to be ashamed of,” he hovered, his hungry eyes locked on you, “you’re beautiful.”
his sensuous praise pulled at the strings of your heart, sparking a heady sense of intimacy that you had always yearned for.
but your thoughts were interrupted- cut off by the unfamiliar sound that escaped you when you felt the warmth of his tongue gliding slowly up the center of your core, a low growl sounding from deep in his throat as he pulled back and gazed up at you.
“oh, sweetie…” he ran his tongue along your inner thigh, “you taste even better than I imagined.”
then he dove in like a predator closing in on their prey, fingers locked in a death grip around your thighs, jaw snapping with each hungry swipe of his tongue. you didn’t have time to stifle the moan that escaped you, your entire body suddenly quaking from sensations you’d never experienced before.
“you were well worth the wait,” the fiend gasped against you, “but you should have known…” he took a deep, shuddering inhale, “… that once I got a taste…” a nip at your thigh, “that I’d want to completely devour you.”
a broken cry replaced your moans as fear mixed with pleasure at the exact moment his teeth sunk into your thigh.
the door swung open.
panting, you froze, all color draining from your face as you locked eyes with brother zayne across the room. his face was also frozen in shock, hazel eyes darting between your face and the devilish one between your thighs.
sylus appeared entirely unaffected by the intrusion, a wicked smile curling on his lips as he yanked you closer. a mortified yelp flew from your lips as your hands flew down in attempt to cover yourself.
“brother,” the fiend drawled, “how kind of you to join us.”
zayne’s eyes widened, his gaze sweeping frantically over sylus’s face as if he had found the answer to a long-lost question.
sylus dragged his lips seductively along your thigh, crimson eyes fixed on zayne’s the entire time he spoke.
“I was hoping you’d come and find me… why don’t you come closer, zayne?”
a war of piety and lust churned within the depths of the brother’s eyes at the summon, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he gripped the door handle.
your cry of pleasure caught his attention.
“broth- hnngh! -er… h-help me- ahhh,” your face contorted with pleasure and pleading as sylus’s fingers suddenly pressed into you, his heavy-lidded gaze fixed on zayne as he worked slowly and steadily into you.
the door flew shut. but zayne’s footsteps grew closer.
before you knew it, zayne’s hand landed on the back of the fiend’s head, yanking him away from you. he angled sylus’s head back against his stomach with a harsh tug.
“what are you doing here, fiend?”
something about how he was handling the devil stirred something in you.
sylus let out a laugh, thick with amusement, as he rose.
“not even addressing me by name? you must be very upset with me, zayne…”
confusion clouded your thoughts as sylus stepped closer to the brother and ran a hand down his chest with familiarity.
“you know that I am,” zayne snapped, snatching sylus’s hand and throwing it down, “now tell me why you’re here.”
sylus made a show of dragging his eyes over your sinfully sprawled out body before turning back to zayne with a troublesome smile on his face.
“isn’t it obvious? I’m hungry.”
and then zayne was shoving sylus back, a hand lifting to wrap around his neck.
“then get away from her,” he growled while his gaze dropped briefly to sylus’s mouth, “your deal is with me.”
zayne’s voice shook with rage, but the fiend remained unaffected. instead, he quirked a brow in defiance, leaning into the hand against his throat and forcing the other man into a backward walk.
“then you shouldn’t have pushed me away with all of your foolish prayers…” sylus hummed, crowding zayne’s space until the backs of his thighs hit the bed.
the fiend dipped his head slowly and dragged his nose along zayne’s jawline, causing a crack in his composure. the brother let out a shaky breath, his eyelids fluttering momentarily before he fisted the silky material of sylus’s shirt.
“… I know you still need me, zayne,” he said the brother’s name in a whisper.
the air pulsed thickly with tension, the sound of labored breathing filling the room.
“leave her out of this,” zayne finally spoke through gritted teeth.
sylus produced a sound that was between a scoff and a laugh before pushing the man onto the bed.
your senses were suddenly overwhelmed by zayne, the sweet scent of him filling your nostrils and his strong body trapping you against the mattress.
it was true that you had dreamed of being this close to him on multiple occasions, but you learned to bury those feelings and banish those forbidden images from your mind for the sake your holy commitment a long time ago.
but it was hard to ignore the returning rush of those feelings, especially as his muscular body pressed further against yours, his arms coming to rest protectively on either side of your hips as sylus dropped to the bed and prowled over the both of you.
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that…” the fiend’s grin was insidious, his crimson eyes flaring with unholy fire before grabbing ahold of zayne’s robe and tearing.
the sound of fabric ripping and the brother’s gasp filled your ears as your eyes screwed shut, fear and unbidden arousal churning within you.
“look at her.”
your eyes flew open as sylus gripped your face fiercely and forced it down, your gaze colliding with zayne’s. it stole your breath- your mouth hovering this close to his, your breaths tangling as you searched each other’s eyes.
“she needs me-“ sylus growled, moving your face back and forth to display your unnaturally heated state to the brother.
“-and you know that, zayne. don’t you recognize the signs?”
the brother’s eyes darkened as he took in your disheveled state. your skin was hot to the touch, a slight sheen forming along it. your pupils were fully dilated, as if in a trance, and your chest heaved with uneven breaths. you were trembling with the dark energy that pulsed through you.
you were trapped.
“and now, because of both of your beautiful, selfish, shared desires… I’m going to devour you. together.”
sylus’s voice dripped with mockery as the hunger in his eyes flared, his face hovering closely between you and the brother.
you shrieked as the remaining clothes on all three of your bodies were eviscerated in a haze of red-black mist.
“… and after that? I’m going to take you back to the underworld to be my eternal feast.”
the next moment, he was sinking his elongated teeth into the meat of zayne’s neck, relishing in the gasp of pain and pleasure he elicited from him. a deep, animalistic groan tore from the fiend’s throat as he rolled his hips against zayne’s.
the motion created searing friction and pressure between all three of your naked bodies, which became slick with sweat from every roll of sylus’s hips.
you could barely breathe, but the weight of them rolling against your parted legs had your head spinning, core throbbing, desperate for some sort of release.
all of a sudden, zayne’s hand was threaded in the silver locks of the fiend’s hair, pulling his face to his. their lips crashed together in a filthy kiss, tongues and teeth clashing against each other as they panted and moaned into each other’s mouths.
that’s when you noticed.
one of zayne’s hands had remained back, digging into your thigh. but now, you realized, he distracted the fiend while his fingers began to trace intricate patters along your leg.
sigils.
your eyes widened a fraction as his plan began to dawn on you, a minuscule amount of hope breaking through the lustful spell.
you could destroy the fiend. together.
“while I did miss the taste of you, my darling, zayne…” sylus’s deep voice drew your attention as he rose to his knees, wiping from his lips what you realized was saliva and a trace of zayne’s blood.
“… I came for her first.”
and then you were weightless, mist wrapping around both you and zayne and shuffling your positions as you tried to grasp each other to stop it.
you landed with your back against zayne’s solid chest, sylus towering over you as he smirked down with malicious intent.
“won’t you be a dear and hold her for me, brother?”
with a flick of his wrist, mist flew to encircle zayne’s wrists, forcing them to slide down over your thighs and spread them open.
“zayne,” you choked on his name, your skin so flushed and oversensitive that the slightest touch had you squirming in his grasp.
then your wrists were flying upward and back, mist binding them around zayne’s neck. your weak attempt at breaking free amounted to nothing more than your back arching upward, closer to the fiend.
when you turned your head toward zayne, you could identify flickers of concern and determination across his face. through a hazy expression, his dark brows furrowed as he attempted to pull away from you.
“ah-ah-ah,” sylus tutted, finally leaning down and enveloping you completely. he curled his fingers around zayne’s chin, the two hovering over your shoulder.
“I’m not an enemy…” he mumbled against zayne’s lips, and you felt zayne’s muscles straining as he tried to move, “I’m the one finally giving you what you’ve always desired…”
crimson eyes dropped to you, sylus’s hand seizing your face in such a way that your lips parted for him. his tongue slithered past them, coaxing so deep you could feel it in your throat.
then he pulled back, leaving you breathless.
you had to blink, your vision hazy with lust as your eyes wandered to take in the sight of him.
he had to be one of hell’s finest.
he was simultaneously foreboding and so perfectly sculpted, all striking angles and powerful muscles. when your eyes finally dropped to the place between his thighs, you started sweating.
“no… p-please…” you begged, trying your best to shuffle back as the fiend loomed toward you.
your chest heaved as you felt the massive length him press against your entrance, proding as he chuckled softly into your ear.
“but beloved…” he offered with false tenderness, one of his large hands gliding over your stomach to palm at your breast.
a moan slipped past your gritted teeth when he started tracing teasing circles around your nipple. your fingers dug into zayne’s hair, the only place you had any purchase, and a quiet gasp sounded from him as he dug his fingers harder against your thighs in return.
“… I promised you would be satisfied.”
the whisper was the only warning you received before sylus’s hips pressed forward, sinking into you with a slow, agonizing stretch.
your head flew back against zayne’s chest as you cried out, nails digging into his neck while your core burned from the stretch.
sylus rolled his hips with a torturous slowness, moving until you were wrapped around every impossible inch of him.
you were on the brink of screaming when the mist surrounding zayne’s wrists weakened and his hands immediately moved to rest on your hips.
then they started wandering, sylus’s mist guiding them to explore the soft curves of your body.
“I can’t-“ zayne’s face fell to your shoulder, panting as he fought to maintain composure, “-can’t s-stop….”
“she feels so exquisite,” sylus told zayne through a roughened voice, “that I- hah- wanted to share.”
and then his hands snaked around your thighs, pulling your legs to wrap around his waist.
“sy- ahh!- sssy- lus…” you choked as his rolling hips began thrusting, the angle allowing him to drive deep enough to batter your cervix.
he groaned into the hot, silken skin of your neck as he moved, his fingers sliding and groping along your legs, hips, and backside. your skin burned with every passing touch, your very core burning like he was branding you from the inside out.
at his increased pace of movement, you found yourself crushed harder against zayne, who’s hands had taken solace along your breasts. he kneaded the soft flesh with reverence, rolled your nipples between his fingers as his own hips bucked, the hardness of him grinding into your back.
even in his state of arousal, you realized the soft words he uttered weren’t merely sweet nothings, but prayers being murmured into your skin. your fingers curled at his neck, an attempt to return the favor and trace sigils along his skin… but you didn’t get the chance.
sylus’s teeth found your lower lip, biting until he drew blood. you winced and moaned at the pain, but he bit harder, sucking and then lapping at the red droplets that surfaced.
he licked his lips and then growled, the mist dispersing rapidly at the same moment his large hands sunk into your hips and lifted you.
it was like you were feather-light, the way he lifted and spun you so that your back was flush to his hard chest, his muscular arm holding you in place. the stinging, stretching sensation returned, and your hands flew back to grasp whatever part of him you could reach.
“sylus!” you cried as he sunk you down onto his length, your gasps and groans growing louder. they dissolved into a choking sob once your backside was fully seated against his pelvis.
you were already stretched to your limit, so full that you could barely breathe. and then he started moving.
your teeth sunk into the thick forearm that held you upright against him, stifling your broken moan. never in your life had you dreamed of such wanton sensations, the visions sylus had fed you paling in comparison to the addictive sensations you were drowning in now.
when you managed to refocus your gaze, you realized the entirety of the mist that had entrapped you was now binding zayne, his wrists bound above his head and his ankles bound together.
a new addition, however, was a band of mist that wrapped around his mouth, muffling and gagging him as he watched. his eyes were half-lidded, his chest heaving as he watched from a distance, his hips shifting in a fruitless attempt to find friction.
a low, wicked laugh rumbled from sylus’s chest as he thrusted slowly into you, drawing back fully so you could feel every vein and ridge of him each time he hit deeper.
“where are your gods now?” he taunted, the force of his thrusts becoming brutal. then his scorching lips met your neck, the scrape of elongated teeth startling you before they punctured skin and he sucked.
your attempt to scream was quickly stopped.
one of his large hands came up to crush your throat while the other wrapped low around your hip to hold you against him as he feasted.
sylus kissed, lapped, and sucked at the wound on your neck, releasing the most sinful moans you’d ever heard. loathing surfaced in the pool of your present emotions as you processed how your body betrayed you, the pleasure burning in your core with every one of his touches.
the large hand that was slung low on your hip slid lower, deft fingers sliding through your parted folds and dragging in circles.
“can your gods give you this?” he punctuated the last word with a particularly harsh thrust of his hips, and your body shattered.
you screamed as you came, intense pleasure sweeping through every inch of your body. sylus groaned, arms crushing you against him as he exploded inside of you.
“tell me,” his molten tongue licked at the blood on your neck while his hips continued to move, “are you satisfied, now?”
your body trembled, your combined arousals dripping down your thighs as you clung to him to remain upward. all you could manage in response was a weak “yes” before he released his grip and you toppled to the bed, panting.
sylus’s dark laugh echoed from behind you, your stomach coiling with dread at the sound.
“how precious…” he mocked, and then you were struggling against tendrils of black and red again, this time being rotated and pinned onto your back.
“… because my appetite has only been whetted.”
brother zayne now hovered above you, his hazel eyes wide with shock.
“besides,” the large, otherworldly shadow of sylus’s figure loomed over zayne’s shoulder as he moved closer, his voice low as he added, “I’ve dearly missed my lover.”
your eyes snapped to zayne’s, and that’s when you realized that his had softened marginally. your brow furrowed in confusion, and he lifted a hand to brush a lock of hair from your face with heartbreaking gentleness. then he discretely traced a sigil along the side of your neck.
a warm feeling pulsed in your chest, and you brought your hand up to cup the side of his face. the corner of zayne’s mouth tilted into the subtlest of smiles. but it was was only for a moment, because enormous arms came down to cage you both together as blazing eyes surfaced from over his shoulder.
“did you know that your desire for each other is what drew me here in the first place?” sylus laughed into zayne’s neck as his hand wrapped around to dig into zayne’s chest.
zayne grimaced, a discontented moan escaping him as the fiend’s hand traveled lower. his face flared with heat against your palm the moment sylus made contact with him, his eyes screwing shut.
“how tragic that the only way either of you will ever find satisfaction again is through me.”
you and zayne gasped in unison as sylus’s mist tugged at your hands and maneuvered them to rest low around zayne’s hips, spreading him wide.
“you should have left her out of this,” zayne gritted as sylus’s hand groped his backside.
“but I wouldn’t have met her if it wasn’t for you, dearest,” sylus hummed into zayne’s shoulder as he began pressing two thick fingers against his tight ring of muscle.
zayne choked on a moan as sylus’s fingers plunged deep into his hole.
“it’s been too long, hasn’t it?” sylus breathed against the shell of zayne’s ear, his fingers twisting and pumping as he ground his surfacing erection against the back of zayne’s thigh.
sylus’s laugh was low and terrifying as his other hand trailed along zayne’s straining arousal, his long fingers teasing his leaking tip while they still hovered over you.
“bend.”
“I-I am-“
“lower.”
this time, the fiend’s sultry command was accompanied by force. zayne’s chest met yours as sylus’s hand pressed his spine down and then reached around to tug his hips higher.
a rush of shameful arousal flooded your senses, the sight of the two men too much to process… especially as your fingers dug into zayne, causing him to arch back towards sylus’s ministrations.
your mind reeled with visions of being trapped in this spell cycle forever- endlessly giving your pleasure and lifeblood to a fiend and his lover.
would it really be so terrible to live all your days in tantalizing bliss?
zayne’s shuddering cry brought you back to your somber reality.
blood trickled from his shoulder, where the fiend’s mouth was now attached, an obscene sucking sound echoing through the room as he continued to edge zayne mercilessly.
sylus’s name tore from zayne’s lips, finally catching the fiend’s attention long enough for him to pull back and chuckle greedily.
“shhhh, I know what you need…” his deep voice rang in your ears as he spoke to zayne, aligning his thick length with his entrance.
zayne’s hands fisted into the blankets as sylus sunk into him inch by inch, whimpers catching in his throat as he endured the intrusion.
your hands were released when sylus’s hips collided with zayne’s. throaty, drawn out moans sounded from both of them as they adjusted to the shape of each other.
an entirely forbidden curse escaped brother zayne’s lips when sylus started moving, sparking something deep in your core.
but just as soon as sylus had started moving, he stopped, taking zayne’s painfully flushed cock in his hand and pushing his hips downward. at the very same moment, mist twirled around your legs, pressing your knees upward to meet your shoulders. your body trembled, hand flying to your mouth to stifle a sound as sylus lined up zayne to your slick, aching entrance.
“aren’t you thrilled to finally be together?” sylus jeered as he rocked his hips, causing zayne to sink into you.
the breath flew from your lungs as you were crushed and claimed completely, their hips beginning to roll in tandem.
a deep flush overtook zayne, sweeping from his head to his chest as sweat beaded at his brow from the sudden the duality of sensations. the sounds that began to fall from his lips became entirely distracting, your fascination with him increasing as you beheld him in ecstasy.
he was breathtaking. dark hair clung to his forehead, sculpted muscles gleamed from exertion, hazel eyes were alight with bliss.
your hands gravitated to him of their own accord, tracing up his arms until your fingers threaded into his thick hair.
zayne gasped, his eyes catching on your lips for a heated moment before dragging up to meet yours.
pleasure was already coursing through your body, but something about the way he looked at you sent a shiver down your spine.
the fiend must have noticed the moment you were sharing, because he shoved his hips harder and let out a coarse laugh when your body arched up into to zayne’s.
sylus bent over and pressed the three of you deliciously closer, his chin hooking over zayne’s shoulder.
“the both of you are so beautiful together…”
his large hand slipped between your bodies, pressing low to bring your attention to the slight bulge in your stomach that was caused by the depth of their weighted thrusts.
“it’sss- hnngh- too much…” you whined, tugging at his wrist on your stomach to relieve the added pressure.
he beamed, soaking in the pleasure he was wringing from both of you, and slid his hand lower. long fingers glided around the hot, dripping place where you and zayne were joined, then came up and hooked into zayne’s parted lips.
this drew a startled sound from zayne, especially when sylus forced his fingers deeper.
“your entwined desire tastes absolutely divine…” sylus hummed while licking the sweat from zayne’s neck, “don’t you agree?”
essence was suddenly being smeared across your mouth, your lips pried open as sylus forced those same fingers onto your tongue. you nearly gagged, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as you tasted the evidence of your sins.
your head was clouded and you were drowning in sensations…
but you were determined to refocus on the task at hand.
you looked to zayne.
his chest was heaving. his arms were trembling. his mouth dropped open as sylus pounded relentlessly deep into a spot that he’d learned was forbidden for a man’s pleasure.
grabbing zayne’s face, you surged upward, crushing your lips to his in a desperate kiss.
he sighed, melting into you, and you felt your mind slowly floating back to your body.
delicately, you began tracing all the sigils and symbols you knew down the front of his firm chest, not wanting to waste a single moment when you felt his abs tensing, no doubt an attempt to keep his pleasure at bay.
frantically, you tore your lips from his, moving to mutter prayers into the expanse of his chest.
you knew the gods had no reason to listen to patrons who had willingly agreed to defile themselves (and with a demon, no less.)
but you prayed anyway.
zayne’s hand dug into your hair as he battled his restraint- a battle he was evidentially losing, based on the way you
could feel his hips slowing and his cock pulsing within you.
nevertheless, he pressed featherlight kisses into the crook of your neck, lips moving in breathy prayers that he knew only you could feel.
something like relief shone in his eyes when you finally met his. he then surprised you by stooping to kiss you in a way that made you feel cherished, his hand sliding from your hair to cradle your face.
but the cacophony of pleasure was imminent.
“can your gods satisfy you like I do?” the fiend taunted with a voice that rumbled through you.
zayne’s body went taut with a sharp moan, muscles clenching around sylus at the same moment he spurted into you, pulsing and spilling more with each snap of sylus’s hips.
your core spasmed and fluttered as you ascended, the overstimulation bringing your climax in waves that made you sob.
sylus buried his face into zayne’s shoulder and his cock deep into zayne’s entrance, an otherworldly amount of fluids gushing and dripping down zayne’s thighs as he found release.
everything felt heavy, hot, and sticky. your head spun endlessly, and when you looked to zayne, he was shaking, barely able to hold himself from collapsing on top of you.
sylus hummed against zayne’s neck and let out a breathless laugh.
“maybe I have you to thank, brother zayne, for inadvertently leading me to your beautiful seductress…”
he reached down to dig his fingers into your hip.
“… she’s delectable.”
your eyes slid to zayne’s.
fury churned in those orbs of deep green, and you noted how his mouth pressed into a firm line when he signaled you with a subtle nod of his chin.
your hand stretched forward, a lust-addled expression on your face as you beckoned for sylus to move closer.
his insatiable eyes lit up, his lips lowering to kiss and nip at your hand before allowing you to trace your fingers along his bloodstained lips. delicately, they dragged downward. you felt a contented hum vibrate in his throat before you pulled away.
finally, the fiend withdrew himself.
zayne collapsed, barely removed from you, his legs still tangled with yours when you rolled onto your side to examine him.
you glanced nervously at sylus, who was wiping the blood from his lips with the back of his hand.
then he snapped his fingers.
dangerous mist converged in a circling pattern behind his towering figure, crackling with energy that began drawing you to it.
“and now begins our eternity together, my loves,” sylus extended a hand as he drew nearer, the mist beginning to gather you to him, “are you ready?”
quickly, you threaded your fingers with zayne’s.
he raised your entwined hands together, panting, and brushed a kiss to your knuckles before you both chanted the final line to the prayer and thrusted your joined hands against sylus’s chest.
zayne’s gaze locked with the fiend’s as the sigils you had drawn on each other with sweat and blood began glowing faintly on your skin.
“never.”
the sigils you had secretly traced on sylus’s neck moments ago became blinding.
his eyes widened in horror.
and then he was screaming.
mist thrashed around him as he fell to his knees, clawing at the holy mark that was searing his skin.
with a resounding boom, he combusted, a pile of ash and glowing embers in his wake.
you and zayne clung to each other as a rattling wind tore through the room, scattering the ashes until they were gone.
when everything settled, the fiend was gone.
trembling, you released each other, relief and shame crashing over you in an instant.
you both pulled at the blankets to reclaim some form of modesty while you moved into an upright position and sat in silence.
tears lined your eyes as you processed the weight of everything that had transpired that evening, causing you to clutch the blanket tighter in shame.
“I’m such a fool…” your voice was feeble as you squeezed your eyes shut.
you could feel his gentle gaze turn to you.
“we both were.”
you opened your eyes, astounded by the compassion you found when you looked into his.
“this whole time… you knew him…”
a look of deep regret flashed across his face as he nodded.
“I unknowingly bound myself to him a long time ago… just as you did, tonight. I apologize for being unable to save you from him sooner.”
warmth enveloped your free hand as he brought his to envelop it.
“but we’re free now.”
you offered him a weak smile, which he returned.
“I’m sure someone will discover what we’ve done… the gods- we could be punished.”
“or,” a flush appeared on his face, “we could leave… together.”
your eyes flew wide open.
his fingers came up to tenderly caress your cheek.
“… I’ve been thinking about it for some time now.”
that same warmth from earlier bloomed in your chest, a sliver of sunshine in the dark cloud of your emotions.
you leaned in to kiss him of your own accord, smiling when he kissed you back.
and you realized that this was what it meant to feel satisfied.
dividers by @uzmacchiato,
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