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Making Grabby Hands At Them - LADS Men x Female Reader Part 1/2

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Summary: Your boyfriend comes home and finds you napping alone. Upon waking up and seeing him, you make grabby hands towards them. How will they respond?

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Genre: Pure fluff + romance, a bit suggestive with rafayel's section

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Characters: Sylus and Rafayel here. Caleb, Xavier and Zayne in part 2

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Tags: Fluff, cuddles, reader wants affection, lads men x reader, female reader, craving affection, kisses, cute nicknames, grabby hands, reader wants a hug, hugging.

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Notes: Was craving an adorable fluffy fanfic with all of the LADS men, so decided to do a cuddle headcannon for them. This is part 1, and I will make a part 2 soon since I'm not use to writing for the other three. Enjoy :)

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Credit: Divider belongs to @s-h-o-w-y

Sylus🐦‍⬛

🐦‍⬛ Heaving a sigh, Sylus stepped through the large doors of the Onychinus base, having dealt with some annoying pests, thinking they could best him, as he shrugged off his coat, hanging it in its proper place. There was nothing he wanted more then to see his beloved kitten right now,

🐦‍⬛Surprisingly, you weren't there to greet him once he arrived, rising an eyebrow at the unexpected change. Had you possibly gone back home? The text he received said you would wait for him, but maybe you changed your mind. Venturing further, he entered into his chambers, a pleasant surprise awaiting him. In his room, lying in his bed was you, sleeping away, tightly wrapped in a blanket while hugging his pillow. His crimson gaze soften at that, pleased that you didn’t leave and also admiring how at peace you looked.

🐦‍⬛His feet carried him over to the bed, stopping at the corner, soft eyes gazing at you. His hand came closer, ruffling your hair before slowly moving down to caress your cheek. His actions stirred you awake, your sleepy, groggy eyes opening slowly, looking up at the white-haired man, wearing a kind smile. “Having a cat nap, sweetie?” His tone was teasing, carmine eyes full of tenderness, something he only reserved for you.

🐦‍⬛Slowly, your hands raised up, opening and closing them towards Sylus, earning a head tilt from him, deep chuckle leaving his lips. "I'm afraid I don't understand what that little gesture means, kitten." He said, still watching you do the gesture over and over again. Only response that left your lips was a pleading groan, hands rapidly continuing the same gesture, trying to send the message across.

🐦‍⬛He soon understood the hand motions, lips turning up into a soft smirk, stepping back to remove his attire, leaving him in only his boxers. Joining you under the covers, your hands wrapped around him, legs tangling with his own, face pressed into his chest muscles—notes of gunpowder and expensive cologne filling your nostrils. Sylus only chuckled at your actions, his own heart melting at you clinging on to him like a koala. "Next time, tell me you want to cuddle, kitten.

🐦‍⬛"You told me before that actions spoke louder than words." You said, voice mumbled in his chest, warmth spreading through both of your bodies—melting you into him more. Shaking his head with a chuckle, Sylus dropped a kiss to your forehead, his hands drawing you closer by holding your waist, tightening the hug. One of his hands soon traveled to the back of your head, stroking your hair, the simple act speaking volumes of the affection and care they shared. In that moment, words were unnecessary; their closeness said everything.

Rafayel🧜🏻‍♂️

🧜🏻‍♂️ "Yeah, yeah, I got it, Thomas. Goodnight." Rafayel groaned, ending the phone call in a huff. He had just come back from an art show, having to deal with some spoiled rich art-enthusiasts—a painful migraine forming in his head. He was just glad to be back in his art studio, away from the annoying fans. Not all of them were annoying, but having to answer millions of questions of his inspirations for his art pieces grew tiring.

🧜🏻‍♂️Thankfully, the text he got from you, telling him that you were waiting for him at his studio helped his mood tremendously, knowing that his adorable bodyguard was here made his heart soar. "Oh cutie~. I'm back." He sang out, blueish-pink eyes scanning for your presence, only to find nothing, feelings of worry filling his stomach. He called out again, and same result—no answer.

🧜🏻‍♂️Had she left, floated in his mind, but he knew you and his heart told him you would never do that. His legs carried him through the other rooms of his studio, looking for you, but no luck. Last location was the bathroom, as he knock on the door gently, calling out your name, "Cutie? Are you in there?" Silence was the answer he received, as he slowly pushed the door open, taking a peek inside to make sure.

🧜🏻‍♂️Lo and behold, there you were, laying in the bathtub covered in bubbles, moonlight from the window illuminating the room. Small candles were lit around the tub—creating a romantic atmosphere. Your head was leaned against the rim of the bathtub, eyes closed—in a deep sleep, unaware that Raf had come home. A soft chuckle left his lips, heading to the bathtub, bending down to his knees, arms crossed and placed on the lip of the bathtub. His hand motioned closer, fingers caressing your cheek, "Cutie, wake up. You're going to become a raisin soon enough."

🧜🏻‍♂️Your eyes opened softly, slowly taking in the purple-haired man that was smiling at you at the end of the tub, head tilted in his crossed arms. Lifting your arms up, dripping with water and soap, you opened and closed your hands in front of Raf. "Haha, I'm assuming that means you want me to join you. Isn't that right, cutie?" He said, faint blush dusting his cheeks. You didn't say a word, only giving him a shy smile and a nod, continuing the hand motions.

🧜🏻‍♂️Getting up from his position from the ground, he slowly removed the formal garb he was wearing—suit and pants pooling onto the floor, his godly body bare in front of your eyes—heart fluttering in your chest. He soon stepped into the tub, water flowing out onto the floor, as he positioned himself in between your legs, his body laying on top of you as he placed his head on your chest—arms embracing you. You responded back by wrapping your own hands around him, cradling him closer to you—soapy hands rubbing his violet locks.

🧜🏻‍♂️The both of you remained silent, the light from the moon caressing your joined bodies—hints of rose and sandalwood filling the air from the scented bath. "I'm sorry." You whispered, hands continuing to rub his hair. He motioned his head up to gaze at you, chin against your chest, confusion in his eyes, "For what?" Leaning forward a bit, you rubbed your forehead against his, "Well, I wanted to surprise you with a romantic relaxing bath and I ended up falling asleep, ruining the moment." A light chuckle left him, as he motioned closer, eyes closing as he drew you into a soft kiss, deepening it as he grabbed the back of your head.

🧜🏻‍♂️The kiss soon ended, a string of saliva forming between the both of you, "Nothing is ruined, cutie. I'm so happy you have no idea." He whispered, his hand grabbing yours to place against his chest, feeling his beating heart. "See?" The Lemurian mark on his chest begin to glow, symbolizing the everlasting bond between the both of you. He kissed you again—fierce with longing, heavy with everything they’d held back for far too long.

🧜🏻‍♂️When they finally broke apart, breathless and trembling, he rested his forehead against yours again. He didn’t answer at first—just looked at you with something deep and unspoken in his eyes. Then his hand cupped your cheek, thumb tracing along your jaw as if he was afraid you'd vanish. "I missed you," he said quietly, his voice cracking from all of the emotions he felt. You stilled, your breath catching in your throat, and then you leaned in and kissed him again—slow, deep, and full of aching love. This kiss was quieter than the last, but no less intense. It was the kind of kiss that said, I’m here. I never really left.

End. Continued in Part 2

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alastor-simp · 1 month ago

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Smut prompt 2 is def a sylus fic with a female reader. I will like he would do this at a fancy hotel after taking the reader on a date

Yessss anon you were so right for this req! I’m a little worried the actual smut is rushed bc I was trying not to keep this too long LOL but hopefully you still like it <3

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Sylus x female reader

Words: 1.3k

Prompt: sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them

Content: reader wears a dress and heels, use of "kitten" and "sweetie" as pet names, exhibitionism, possessive sylus, creampie

After a fun night on the town, you’re a bit tired on your feet. Your heels were abandoned as soon as you and Sylus entered the hotel suite he chose for the weekend. And now, the two of you watch the city skyline in quiet contentment.

The soft shimmer of your dress glints across the glass window in front of you. It’s a beautiful satin that complements your complexion perfectly. When you shift, the high slit along your right thigh exposes just a little more skin than might be deemed appropriate. But Sylus insisted you wear it to dinner tonight—even if you felt a little out of place with how elegant it is.

He stands behind you, his large reflection framing yours as you get lost in the sight of the city glittering beyond the glass like spilled jewels. His fingers trail down your spine, slow and deliberate, until they settle at your waist.

“I chose this suite for the view,” he says, lips curving in that gorgeous smile of his. “What does my little Hunter think of it?”

You know exactly where this is going.

Tonight isn’t about the view or the fancy dinner or even the indulgent hotel suite. Not entirely. It’s about a conversation you’d had not even two weeks ago, curled up in his lap.

You had hesitated before admitting it—that quiet itch that had been lingering at the back of your mind. You’d told him, breathlessly nervous, that you wanted to try something risky. But only if it wasn’t in Linkon or the N109 zone.

You didn’t want the possibility of being seen by someone who knew you—or someone who might run into you again—even if that chance was small.

And Sylus, ever the attentive lover, had listened to your little fantasy carefully. He'd kissed your temple and murmured, “Then I suppose we’ll need a setting worthy of your imagination, kitten.”

So the moment you stepped into the penthouse suite earlier tonight and saw the floor-to-ceiling windows and the gleam of the skyline outside, you knew.

He’s giving you exactly what you asked for. And now he’s wondering if you’re still up for making fantasy a reality.

Your pulse quickens, anticipation winding tight in your belly. You’ve both been building to this all night—his fingertips drifting over your thigh under the dinner table, the occasional lean-in to whisper sweet promises about what he planned to do to you once you got back.

And now, with the city sprawled out before you and his voice low in your ear, there’s no turning back.

His fingers play with the thin straps of your dress, slowly sliding them down your shoulders as he holds your gaze in the reflection of the glass.

“It’s not too late to back out, sweetie,” he says. “Do you still want this?”

You shudder as you stare out at the city. The floor you’re on is high above the streets full of whizzing cars and busy passersby. But it's not so high that someone couldn’t glance up and catch the faint silhouette of your body pressed against the pristine, clear glass.

And that thought makes your skin burn hotter with need.

You nod eagerly before blindly reaching back for Sylus’s silver hair and raking your fingers through it with a desperate little whine. It’s all the answer he needs to gently tug the top of your dress down, baring your chest to the world below.

“A-ah, Sylus,” you hiss in surprise, heat rising to your cheeks as your pebbled nipples graze against the glass. But you’re not protesting, exactly. Just vocalizing how wrong this feels and how much you love it.

He brushes your hair to one side and presses a kiss to the back of your neck. “Let them look,” he growls by your ear, “if they’re lucky enough to catch a glimpse.”

One hand snakes along your waist, and you begin to realize why Sylus insisted you wear something with such a high slit. It makes it easier for him to slide his fingers beneath it and stroke over the cotton of your panties without bunching the long dress up around your waist.

You gasp when his fingers graze the dampness you’ve shamelessly left there.

“You’ve been wet since the appetizer, haven’t you?” Sylus chuckles, knowing all too well the effect tonight has had on you so far. You whine at his teasing, but he just smiles against your skin. “I saw the way you crossed your legs every time I touched your thigh at dinner. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

He hooks your panties to the side with a quiet hum of approval, his fingers dipping past your slick folds to spread your arousal up your slit. You tremble, your head falling gently against the glass as you sigh in pleasure.

The soft buzz of his pants zipper cuts through the stillness of the hotel room, and more of your wetness coats his fingers in anticipation of what’s to come. He can feel that you’re more than ready for him—and neither of you can wait any longer.

Sylus gently nudges your feet, murmuring, “Bend over a bit, sweetie.”

The position feels a bit awkward at first, one cheek pressed against the window while you stick your ass out for him behind you. But when you hear the quiet rustle of clothes and feel his large hand slide your dress up around your hips, you don’t care about the cool sting of the glass against your bare skin.

He yanks your panties to the side again and finally pushes his cock inside you slowly. The familiar pleasure of being stretched so perfectly makes you brace your hands against the glass and gasp.

You keep your eyes on the city below, heart pounding in your chest as his body molds to yours and presses you harder against the window. He fucks you with deep, measured strokes, each one drawing out a moan you barely try to stifle.

“Look,” he whispers, “there are people walking by. One glance from them, and you might gain an audience.”

Your breath hitches as you see the people on the ground below, all oblivious to the show you’re putting on for them. You’re grateful the room behind you is just barely lit. In the back of your mind, you know no one would be able to get a full glimpse of your body.

They can’t see the way your pussy glistens and greedily swallows Sylus’s thick girth. They can only see the shadow of two figures merging into one—and maybe the way your tits bounce with each sharp thrust of his hips—if they even dare to look hard enough.

But it’s the possibility of being caught that makes your cunt clench tighter around him, dragging a low groan from his throat.

“You like this, don’t you?” he asks as he trails his lips along your neck. “Letting the whole city watch me ruin you…”

His hips snap harder once—just once—and your knees nearly give out. He steadies you, possessive even in the smallest gestures, his hands firm where they hold your waist.

“Careful,” he warns, voice rough with arousal. “Don’t fog up the glass too much, sweetie. They need to have a clear view of you.”

Your whimper stutters into a moan when he thrusts again, setting just the right pace that always makes you fall apart for him. His hand slides around your front, fingers finding your clit to rub slow, teasing circles.

“Let go for me,” he commands softly. “Let them see how beautiful you look when you come.”

After a few more hard thrusts, you break with a strangled cry, pulsing around him and shuddering against the window. Your release comes in waves, tightening every muscle in your body. Sylus fucks you through it, gritting out a low curse as he spills deep inside you with a long groan.

For a moment, there’s only your ragged breaths and the thrum of the city below.

Then he kisses your shoulder again, reverent this time. “So gorgeous,” he praises you softly.

You turn to face him, still breathless, and he cups your jaw for a slow and sweet kiss—the kind that promises more. And when he pulls you toward the bed with that look in his eyes, you follow without hesitation.

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alastor-simp · 1 month ago

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Legit obsessed with this💙💙💙😍😍😍

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alastor-simp · 2 months ago

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Heatwave🥵 - Sick Sylus x Fem Reader (R-18 Smut)

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧Summary: It's rare to see Sylus so weak at this moment, especially from a cold. It pained you to see him like this, so you took it upon yourself to give him proper care. Unfortunately, the care he wants from you may be too much for you to handle.

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Genre: smut, fluff

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧Word count: 2K+

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧Warnings/Tags: mdni, explicit sexual content, sylus is needy when sick, spoilers from sylus secret times heatwave audio, sick fic, sick sylus, fingering, neck kissing, lots of kissing, top sylus, bottom reader, P in V, missionary position, horny sylus, mentions of sweat, soft sylus, unprotected sex, cuddling, nicknames (kitten, sweetie).

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧Notes: I adore all of Sylus Secret Time audios, but the one that I enjoy the most is his Heatwaves one. The raspy sound of his voice when we was sick was wayyyy to hot, and the fact he sounded so soft too, wanting to cuddle with the MC. I was inspired to write a smut story about this audio, and how I expected it to go. Enjoy

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧Link: Video to Sylus Secret Times Heatwave is here - Link

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧Credit: Banner credit to @cafekitsune

Its been a while since you last saw Sylus, gazing at your phone at the last text message from him, cheeks blushing at the little nicknames he always called you, scrolling down to see the last message was from five days ago. Both of you had different lives, you being part of the Hunters association while he was doing his duties as the big Onychinus leader, yet you couldn't resist the urge to go and see him, missing him dearly.

Heading to the Onychinus base, that only you surprisingly had access to, you ventured into the long dark hallway, running into Luke and Kieran. "Hey! if it isn't the Boss's favorite person." said Luke, as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, giving you a noogie. Kieran chuckled at his brothers actions, turning to you with a head tilt, "What brings you here, Y/N? Pushing Luke away from messing up your hair, you looked up at Kieran, giving him a soft smile. "Wanted to see Sylus. Is he in?"

Both of the twins stood next to each other, gazing at themselves for a bit, before looking back at you. "He is, but he might not want to see you." Kierans words stunned you for a second, wondering what he meant by that. "The boss is feeling a bit under the weather at the moment. He ordered us specifically not to have anyone disturb him." Luke said, taking note of your sad expression after what his twin said.

So that's why Sylus wasn't messaging you, he was sick, and he was dealing with this by himself? "Well, I'm not one of his employers here, so that doesn't apply to me, plus he's sick so he needs someone to look after him." Walking past the both of them, you ventured closer to the door that led to his bedroom, not before turning back to look at the twins, " I'll make sure to cover for the both of you." Despite them both wearing masks, you could tell they were smiling as they gave you a thumbs up before walking away.

Knocking on the door, there was a groggy "Who is it," from the other side, as you entered into the bedroom, spotting Sylus. Adorning his robe, he was sitting on the couch, head leaning on the back of it. His pale face appeared very flushed, beads of sweat dripping down on it. His eyes were closed, yet they opened slowly, turning to gaze at who the intruder was, spotting you. "....Oh, its you." Lips drew into a tired smirk, he continued to watch you as you came closer to where he sat, giving him a kind smile. "Hey Sy." you said softly, eyes filled with softness. "Hey kitten." He repeated what you said, yet he winced as the aching in his head was becoming unbearable, moving to lean back against the couch cushion.

"Let me guess, Luke and Kieran told you about me, when I specifically said no one was allowed to disturb me," His groggy voice was laced with irritation, as the pounding in his head was getting worse. "Well I'm not part of your organization, so what you told the twins doesn't affect me. Besides, they were worried about you and so am I." His expression softened upon hearing that, the sweet words from you making his heart race. "Fine, fine, you are an exception." Patting the spot next to him, he urged you to sit, "Come here, I want to use your lap as a pillow."

Obeying his request, you sat down where his hand was, his body maneuvering so his head laid gently on your lap, both his legs stretching out on the other side of the couch. He let out a relax sigh, admiring the softness of your lap, shutting his eyes. Ruffling his hair, you asked how he was feeling, which he responded back in a tired tone, "I'm gravely ill, one might say." His hand grasped yours that was playing with his silver locks, moving it to place it on his forehead, feeling the intense warmth, "Touch it, its burning up." The coolness of your hand provided him some relief, as he let out a pleasant sigh.

"How long have you been sick for?" Rubbing his forehead, you asked him softly, as his crimson eyes gazed up at you. "Not sure, but it won't be going away anytime soon." Raising his finger to his lip, he wanted silence, as he continued to lay on your lap, while your hand rubbed his forehead. After a couple minutes, you grew weary, looking over and seeing his empty bed, tapping his forehead to get his attention. "Sy, lets go over to the bed." Groaning a bit, Sylus slowly came up, muttering an "okay" as you helped him up, using your hands to help carry him over.

Landing on the bed, Sylus turned towards you, arms stretching out wide, wanting you to come into his arms. Smiling, you threw your jacket on the couch, while flicking your shoes off. After doing that, your body jumped and landed on top of Sylus, causing him to let out a grunt, which was then replaced with a dry chuckle, as you laid down on him, face squished against his chest, looking at him with a cute expression. He gave you his signature smirk, giving you a soft forehead flick, "Why did you plop down on me like that? I could've died." "Haha, very funny," You said, with an annoyed laugh, nuzzling closer to his chest, putting a bit more of your weight on top of him, grabbing the covers to put it over the both of you.

"Ah...I see. You want to take advantage of me after I use up all of my stamina? That's very impressive, since many of the assassins that are sent to me couldn't even do this much." His smirk turn playful, enjoying the expressions your face made when he said that. "I figured as much, since kittens are predators who enjoy toying with their prey, especially ones that will struggle?" A smack to his chest was your response to him, a deep chuckle leaving his lips, "Ouch.....be gentle." Lifting your hands up, you grasped his cheeks softly, his body jolting a bit from how cold they were, before relaxing. "That feels nice," He muttered, leaning into your touch.

He's so feverish, it's not going down, you thought, worried it was going to get worse if he didn't take something. "Want me to get you something for your fever?" Voice filled with concern, you waited for him to answer you. He lifted his eyebrow, "Medicine? I'm not taking that, it's bitter." His face grimaced, refusing to take any of that nasty stuff. "Well, if you won't take anything, how are you going to lower your fever?" Grumbling, your head lifted up from his chest, looking down at him. His eyes twinkled with amusement, arms moving to grasp your waist, flipping you on your side. His head positioned on top of your forehead, nuzzling it, "If you want me to get better..........cool me down yourself."

Words died in your throat, eyes gazing at the silver-haired man who was rubbing against your face like a cat. "Do you want me to get you an ice pack?" You asked, innocently, hoping that would be a better alternative. His head moved, signifying a no, as he held you closer, "What ice pack? You are the ice pack." Shivers went down your back, the husky tone of his voice flustering you more than usual. Large hands traveled upward, from waist to upper back, holding you tenderly. "Hmm....we should've done this earlier." He whispered, warm breath hitting your face, intensifying your blush. After a few moments, he pulled away, warm eyes peering into yours, "Your face is warm.......let me using something else then."

Lowering his head, he positioned his face in the crook of your neck— inhaling your sweet scent. Part of you wanted to tell him to stop, but how he was acting right now—being super soft and vulnerable had devastating effects on your heart. Perhaps being a ice pack wasn't so bad. His nose continued to trace alongside your neck, stopping when his eyes glanced at the reddish mark on the surface of your skin. "What's this on your neck?" He asked, eyes squinting in confusion. Embarrassed, you explained the story of how you were in a rush and the little mishap you had with your lipstick. "You were putting on lipstick and it actually got on there?" He chuckled, feeling his face push further into your neck—luscious lips pressing against it.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest—amused at your surprised expression, "Your neck is warmer now that I kissed you. You can't focus on anything, huh." His ministrations continued, lips trailing all over your neck, back arching into him more—goosebumps traveling across your skin. "S-Sylus," You whispered, breath coming out in soft pants—the warmth from his body heating you up. Removing his face from your neck, his crimson eyes peering at you, "Your body is getting hotter." Your mind was still a mess from his actions, eyes glaring at him—fingers pinching his cheek, "It's your fault!"

Smirking, he positioned his body on top of yours, removing your hand from his cheek and pushing it against the mattress, "Is this how you treat sick people, sweetie?" You tried to move, hoping to push him off of your body, yet it was futile, "I'm trying to take care of you yet your acting like a brat." His eyebrow lifted at your words, smirk remaining on his face as he lowered his head, nuzzling into your neck again— his lower body gently laying on top of you. "I'm only using you to calm down my fever. Quite a reasonable request I would say." His breath continued to tickle your neck, his hand letting go of the one he pinned—returning back to caress your waist and back.

He lifted his head again, gazing down at you, unamused, "You're not a very good ice pack. You've failed to cool me down and warmed me up instead." His position on top of you was making you more flustered, turning your head away to avoid his stare. Soft fingers went to your chin, turning you back to look at him, "What's wrong, kitten? Are you sick too? Your cheeks are quite red." His voice was low, raspy—causing your lower panties to get soaked. He still held your chin, eyes trailing you up and down,"Oh I see. I wasn't using you correctly. I should be sweating it out." He grinded into you, feeling his grown length rubbing against your intimate area—a moan leaving your lips.

"That makes you perfect for this," He said, licking his lips—his hands entering inside your shirt, massaging your breasts tenderly. Moans escaped your lips as he continued to squeeze your mounds, fingers pinching your nipples. "Very hot." Dazed, your eyes focused on him in confusion, a seductive smirk gracing his face upon seeing it. "Of course I'm taking about you," he purred, his tongue licking against your ear—marking it softly with his teeth. One of his hands traveled down lower, slipping inside your pants, rubbing against your skin, "There's sweat here.......and it's all wet." Shaking your head at his words, you told him he was lying.

"Oh, you don't think I am," he whispered. "I can prove it to you right here, right now." His husky voice flowed through you, back arching from the bed. Removing his hand from your pants, he extended it out, "Gimme your hand." Grasping your hand softly, he pulled it down with him, entering your pants and into your panties, feeling how wet your core was, dripping with anticipation. His fingers hooked inside along with yours, curling inside your inner walls—soft gasps leaving your mouth, "Ah! Sy-Sylus!" He licked his lips, entranced by how quickly you were falling into pleasure in front of him. "Don't be shy, sweetie." he purred. "When ice melts, it's natural to be wet.."

His fingers and yours continued to tease your sex, his nails flicking occasionally against your clit—toes curling at the sensation. Kisses softly landed on you, from your forehead, to your cheeks, your neck and then your lips. "You're not that good at getting rid of my fever," he groaned, thrusting his hips, wanting to get closer to you. "But, as they say, once should make the most out of everything. Only response you gave back to him was a series of moans, hand flying to his silver locks, gripping them tightly. He let out a grunt, lust-filled eyes staring into your very soul, his lips a few inches from yours, "So, before you have completely melted........I won't stop."

His lips parted yours, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth, silencing your moans as his fingers sped up—wet sounds becoming louder and louder. Your wet-covered hand had left his, attaching to his back, deepening your kiss—his own lips curling into a smile. A third finger entered you, curling in and out and in and out, back arching off the bed. You felt it, you knew you were about to explode, turning to break the kiss. "AH! Sylus. Mmm...I'm gonna. He attacked your neck, hickeys appearing on your skin. "Go ahead, kitten. Come for me."

Curling your toes, body tensing, you climaxed—his fingers becoming drenched in your release. He removed his hand, bringing it to his lips to lick at your delicious nectar, "Mmm so sweet," he drawls, his voice coated in honey. The robe shrugged away from him, his toned body appearing in front of you, doused in sweat—he's so gorgeous you thought. Positioning between your legs, you felt his erection poking at your entrance, ready to penetrate you—a soft moan leaving your lips. "Are you ready, kitten," he questioned, his eyes growing soft, making sure you were alright with this. You nodded at him, which he responded with a smile—his body slowly moving forward, inserting himself inside you.

The both of you stayed stiff, the pleasurable sensation immobilizing your bodies. He was panting heavily, beads of sweat dripping from his head, landing on your body as he slowly moved, the friction intensifying. The ecstasy was driving you insane, legs wrapping around him tighter, hearing him let out a grunt as he sped up, "Huff, you're so tight, kitten." He moans heavily, placing his head against yours— his fever affecting him more and more. His cock kept hitting your g-spot, making you see stars as you loudly moaned his name, "Sy! M—More!" His hips sped up to alarming speeds, fulfilling your wish—stars forming in your vision, climax growing near. Nails scratched along his back, red lines forming—earning a grunt from his lips, "Almost there, sweetie."

With one last thrust, he came inside of you—with you following along with him, back arching of the bed from the orgasmic bliss. He collapsed on top of you, his heavy breaths hitting your neck—reaching your hand up to rub his hair and forehead, "Are you okay?" A mumble was spoken into your neck—he was physically exhausted from the sex, his sickness catching up with him. Moving him slowly, you placed his head against the pillow, getting up from the bed to get him and you cleaned up.

Leaving the bathroom wearing one of his long shirts, you headed back to Sylus with a glass of water, medicine, and a wet cloth. Turning him over, you cleaned the sweat on his body and face, as well as cleaning the mess on his lower regions. Once that was all set, you told him to sit up a bit, helping him since he had barely any energy to move. As he leaned against the headboard, you took one of the pills in your mouth, drinking some water, then placed your lips against his, helping him to swallow the medicine despite his prior distaste about the bitterness, but he needed to take something. Grabbing his robe, you placed his arms back into the sleeves, covering him back up, pushing him softly to lay on the pillow again. You soon joined him, turning on your side as you pulled him closer, cuddling him into your chest—earning a contented sigh from him, his arms wrapping around you, "Mmm...thank..you....kitten." Smiling, you hugged him tighter, as the exhaustion from the previous activities caught up with both the both of you, falling asleep in each others arms.

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alastor-simp · 2 months ago

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ITS MY BIRTHDAY WOOHOO!!!

#birthday #it’s my birthday #birthday today #may 28 #happy birthday 🎂#🎉#🥳

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alastor-simp · 2 months ago

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GET READY XAVIER GIRLIES!!!! NEW SPICY XAVIER CARD IS COMING😍❤️😍❤️😍

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The hand placement and the puppy dog eyes from him, lord help me!!!!😍😍😍😍😍

I’m praying for more spicy cards with the other characters!

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alastor-simp · 2 months ago

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To my Sylus girlies: Made a Sylus Spotify Playlist!🐦‍⬛🎶

This has been roaming in my head for days and I finally decided to make a playlist for this gorgeous man. Enjoy listening to it everyone!

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alastor-simp · 2 months ago

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YAYYYY I LOVE IT❤️❤️❤️❤️Thank you for doing my request

Sorry, Have another request for the LADS boys. Their reaction to the reader doing the walking in naked challenge on them plz

🍑Walking in naked challenge with the LADS men.🍑

I had a lot of fun with this one. I hope you like it! ❤️❤️

TW:Smut

He's burning something again.

The scent of burnt food wafts through the apartment, a not so subtle reminder of Xavier's culinary ineptitude. You've had enough of the silence stretched between you, the unspoken tension from your argument still lingering in the air. His stubbornness is infuriating, but you know pushing the issue now would only lead to another fight.

The scent lingers as you push open the bedroom door, a silent protest against Xavier's kitchen misadventures. You shrug off your clothes with practiced ease, leaving them in a discard pile on the floor, a small act of rebellion against his brooding silence.

It's just a silly prank.

A smirk tugs at your lips as you decide to leave the necklace on, the chain draping down the valley between your breasts. You know how much Xavier loves seeing you wear it. How his eyes linger on the way it rests between your breasts.

He's not the only stubborn one around here

You slip out of the bedroom. The smell of burnt food grows stronger with each step, but you hardly notice it anymore. Your focus is solely on the figure hunched over the stove, trying to salvage whatever he's attempting to pass off as dinner.

He's going to kill himself cooking at this rate, you muse, shaking your head. But he's so damn cute when he's being incompetent.

You lean against the doorframe, crossing your arms under your breasts as you watch him. You wait for him to notice, wanting to see the look on his face when he realizes you're here.

You push off the doorframe and take a step closer to him, enjoying the way his shoulders stiffen as he senses your approach.

He's trying to ignore me now, but he can't resist looking for long.

"You know, at this rate, you're going to burn the whole building down," you point out, your voice dripping with false concern. "We should just order a pizza. Or maybe get takeout. Anything but...this."

You gesture vaguely at the smoking pan, the burned remnants sizzling and popping angrily.

He's still not saying anything. Good.

You sidle up beside him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body.

He's trying so hard to focus on the pan, on not giving me the satisfaction of a reaction. But I know better.

You lean in closer, letting your lips brush against the shell of his ear as you whisper, "Unless...you wanted an excuse to get out of cooking altogether?"

There. Now he can't ignore me.

As you turn away, you can feel Xavier's gaze burning into your back, tracing the curves of your figure. You know exactly what he's looking at, what part of you has always drawn his attention like a magnet. You lift your hand in a casual wave, calling out over your shoulder,

"I'm gonna order something. I think we've had enough of...this." You punctuate your words with a nod towards the smoking pan.

You take your time walking out of the kitchen, putting an extra sway in your step. You disappear around the corner, leaving him to his burning culinary disaster. As you walk away, you can't help but grin to yourself, knowing that you've gotten under his skin.

And then he is following you.

You walk to the dinner table and grab your phone to place your order, bending slightly at the waist, you lean over the table, phone pressed to your ear. Your heart races as you feel Xavier's presence growing closer, his footsteps echoing behind you.

Just as the person on the other line greets you, ready to take your order, you begin to straighten up. But before you can fully upright yourself, you feel his hands gripping your hips, pulling you back down.

You gasp, the phone nearly slipping from your hand as he bends you over the table, your breasts pressing against the cool surface. His grip tightens, fingers digging into your ass as he holds you in place.

You can feel his hips pressing against your backside, the hard, thick length of him nestling between your ass cheeks as he leans over you. His breath is hot against the back of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks.

"I think you're forgetting something," he murmurs "You don't get to prank me and then walk away that easily."

You swallow hard, trying to focus on the voice on the other end of the line as they prompt you for your order. But it's nearly impossible to concentrate with Xavier looming over you. You feel his hands leave your hips, and you start to straighten up, relief washing over you.

But your relief is short lived. In an instant, he's slamming you back down against the table. You gasp as you feel his other hand moving to the waistband of his pants.

You bite your lip hard, trying to stifle the moan that threatens to escape as you hear him shoving his pants down.

The person on the other end of the line prompts you again for your order, snapping you out of your lustful daze.

You feel his hard, thick cock spring free, the heat of it searing your skin as he presses it between your ass cheeks.

"A-Ah! I'd like 2 large orders of spicy noodles, please," you emphasize the word "Large" just as you feel him push forward, sinking inside you with a single, deep thrust.

Your back arches, pushing your hips back against his as you feel every hard inch of him stretching you open.

A soft moan escapes your lips, which you quickly try to cover with a cough, hoping the person on the other end of the line will attribute it to a bad connection.

You take a shuddering breath, trying to calm your racing heart as you wait for the person on the line to confirm your order. All the while, you can feel the heat of Xavier's skin against your back, his cock throbbing deep inside you.

As the person on the line reads your order back to you, confirming the details of your large, spicy noodles, you can barely focus on the words. Your entire being is centered on the feeling of Xavier starting to move behind you, his hips pulling back before slamming forward with a newfound intensity.

"Y-Yes," you whisper breathlessly into the phone, the single word drawn out as he pounds into you. Your fingers curl, nails digging into the hard surface as you try to anchor yourself against the force of his thrusts.

"We have your location already, it's the one linked to this phone number right?"

"Mmm, yes...yes, that's it," you pant into the phone, the words coming out in breathy, broken gasps. "I mean, yes, that's my order! The large spicy noodles!"

Yes!" you nearly scream into the phone, the word echoing off the walls he lifts your leg higher, your foot flexing in the air. For a moment, you're not sure if your desperate affirmation is for the patient woman on the line or the man relentlessly pounding into you.

"Will that be all miss?"

Please let her think I'm just really excited about my food order and not the fact that my boyfriend is fucking me silly right now.

"Ok it will be there in 30 min."

"Yes, yes, that's it!" you cry out, slamming your palm against the table as you hang up the phone, too lost in the throes of pleasure to remember basic manners. The phone clatters to the floor.

"Such a good girl, holding back your screams"

"Mmmmfff...ahhh..." you whimper, drool dripping down your chin as you bite your lip hard, trying to stifle the shrieks of pleasure threatening to erupt from your lungs. Your eyes roll back in your head, your toes curling so hard they start to cramp as he fucks you through your climax and straight into another one.

"Fuck, Xavier," you gasp out "You fuck me so good. So fucking good."

His hand slides down your belly, fingers delving through the slick, tangled curls at the apex of your thighs. He finds your clit, swollen and sensitive from your recent orgasm, and he pinches the sensitive nub between his fingers. He rolls it, rubs it, teases it mercilessly as he continues to pound into you from behind.

"Next time you play these little pranks on me, just think again, bunny. The joke might be on you"

You knew Zayne was on an important call, but his stoic demeanor made you wonder if he would ever truly let loose and chase after you like the men in those videos. Still, you had to try your luck.

With a deep breath, you slowly pushed open the heavy door to Zayne's office, the hinges creaking softly as it swung inward. Zayne, engrossed in his call, didn't even glance up as you crept inside.

You knew he could sense your presence, but he simply paused, his brow furrowing slightly as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the line.

You couldn't chicken out now. You had to see this through.

You shiver slightly as the cool air of Zayne's office kisses your bare skin, your nerves on edge as you begin to walk around his spacious workspace. You run your fingers along the spines of the countless medical textbooks lining the shelves, pretending to scan the titles, all while secretly relishing the feeling of Zayne's gaze, now fixed on you.

His eyes, usually so sharp and focused, seem to cloud over with confusion and growing awareness as he takes in your naked body, wandering around his office. You can see the slight clench of his jaw, the minute flinch of his fingers tightening around the receiver of the phone pressed to his ear.

Yet, to your surprise and mild disappointment, he doesn't utter a word, doesn't so much as clear his throat. He simply watches you, his expression unreadable, as you continue your shameless display. You can feel the weight of his stare boring into your back as you bend over to "examine" a stack of papers, your bare behind pointed squarely in his direction.

His silence is unnerving, but also thrilling, as you carry on your charade, waiting for that moment when he'll finally snap and give in. But for now, he simply listens to the voice on the other end of the line, his eyes glued to your every move, the only sign of his agitation being the rhythmic tapping of his pen against the desk calendar.

You feel a pang of disappointment as you realize your little stunt didn't have the desired effect. Zayne remained stoically focused on his call, not uttering a word or making a move to stop you as you began to turn and walk out of his office.

But just as you were about to slip out of the door, you heard Zayne's deep, measured voice ring out behind you. "Give me 30 minutes and I'll give you a call back," he said, his tone calm and professional.

Your heart skipped a beat, knowing you had waited too long to make your escape. You froze, one hand on the doorknob, as you heard the click of the phone being set back into its cradle. A tense, heavy silence filled the room, and you knew with a sinking feeling that you were well and truly caught.

You could feel Zayne's presence looming behind you, his tall frame seeming to dwarf your smaller one as he rose from his chair. The air grew colder, and you shivered as you slowly turned to face him, your eyes wide and wary.

Zayne stood there, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his eyes dark and stormy as he looked you over. His eyes raked over your naked body, taking in every curve, before settling on your face with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

"Y/N," he said,"what do you think you are doing?

You try to play it off with a flippant laugh, walking backwards "It was just a prank, Zayne! Lighten up."

Before you can react, he's swept you up into his arms, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You yelp in surprise, your naked body bouncing against his shoulder blades as he carries you back towards his desk.

"Zayne, what are you doing?" you gasp out, your face flushed with embarrassment and growing excitement. "Put me down!"

But he ignores your protests, his hand coming to grip your bare ass with a possessive squeeze. "Oh, I'll put you down alright" he growls.

He tosses you onto the plush bed, your body bouncing slightly on the mattress. You lie there, staring up at him with wide, startled eyes as he looms over you.

In a matter of seconds, Zayne has shed his shirt, tossing it carelessly to the side. His eyes blaze with a hunger you've never seen before as he quickly removes his pants and underwear, baring his impressive length.

He crawls onto the bed, settling his weight on top of you, pinning you down with his hips. You can feel his cock pressing urgently against your stomach.

"We have 28 minutes, sweetheart," Zayne murmurs "Lets make every second count."

He leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks "I should punish you for this little stunt. But instead, I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget your own name."

Zayne's hand slides down to palm the soft curve of your breast. He squeezes roughly, his fingers sinking into the flesh as he tugs and teases your nipple, rolling the hardened peak between his fingers.

You barely have time to gasp his name before Zayne is thrusting into you, filling you completely in one powerful surge. A low moan tears from your throat, your head falls back against the pillow as your body struggles to adjust to his size.

Zayne sets a relentless pace, his hips snapping forward with a force that rocks the bed frame and makes the headboard slam against the wall. Each thrust drives the breath from your lungs, your breasts bouncing with the impact.

You feel dizzy, overwhelmed by the intensity of it, your senses reeling as he takes you with a hunger bordering on feral. Your fingers scrabble at his back, nails digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders as you cling to him.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath coming hot and fast against your skin as he loses himself in the feel of your body. One hand grips your hip, holding you in place as he drives into you, while the other palms your breast, kneading the soft flesh roughly.

You can feel the tension building low in your belly, the coil of heat tightening with each drag of his cock against your walls.

He suddenly flips you over onto your stomach and before you can catch your breath or gather your wits, he's positions you on your hands and knees.

You try to crawl away, to escape the intensity of his lust, but it's too late. Zayne's hands grip your hips as he pulls you back against him. You feel the hard length of his cock pressing against the curve of your ass, hot and insistent.

"Oh god, Zayne, wait-" you gasp out, but your plea is cut off by a sharp cry as he thrusts forward, sinking deep into your core. The new angle allows him to plunge even deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. It hurts so good.

You try to crawl forward again, your elbows and knees shaking as you attempt to escape the brutal pace of Zayne's thrusts. But it's no use because he yanks you back by the hips, slamming you against his pelvis and burying his thick cock even deeper into your cunt.

"Keep trying to run away," Zayne snarls "Keep fighting it, sweetheart. Eventually, you'll run out of bed, and I'll still be here, fucking your brains out."

You tiptoed inside his studio, trying to be as quiet as possible but the wooden floorboards creaked softly beneath your feet, catching Rafayel's attention. He turned to look at you, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw you were completely naked.

"Cutie, what are you doing?" Rafayel asked, setting down his paintbrush as he rose from his stool. His eyes lingered on your body "Walking around naked like that, you'll catch a cold," he teased, moving towards you with a playful glint in his eyes.

You giggled, backing away slowly as Rafayel approached. Your heart raced with exhilaration and a hint of nervousness.

Suddenly, Rafayel lunged forward, attempting to catch you in his arms. Startled, you let out a yelp of surprise and spun around to flee. But in your haste, you failed to notice a loose floorboard and your foot caught on it. Time seemed to slow as you lost your balance, your arms flailing wildly.

Rafayel reached out to catch you, but his own foot slipped on the slick floor from the spilled paint.

Together, you both tumbled towards a table, crashing sounds filling the studio. The table tipped over, sending paints, brushes, and canvas clattering to the floor.

Rafayel landed with a grunt, his body cushioning your fall as he wrapped his arms protectively around you.

"Gotcha!" Rafayel whispered with a triumphant grin, his arms tightening around your naked body as you laugh and squirm beneath him. The cool paint dripping down your thighs and stomach contrast deliciously with the warmth of his skin pressed against yours.

You try to break free, playfully attempting to escape his grasp, but Rafayel doesnt let you go. He chuckles as he holds you firmly in place. "Not so fast, my little troublemaker," he teases "You can't just barge in here naked and expect to get away without consequences."

"Look at the mess you've made," Rafayel remarks, his fingers trailing lightly over the colorful streaks adorning your skin.

"And now, look at the mess I'm going to make of you," he adds with a smirk, his intentions clear in the heated gaze he directs at you.

You gasp as you feel his hand slide down, paint and skin mingling as his touch ignites sparks of desire within you.

"Rafayel, wait," you breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper. But your body betrays your true desires, arching slightly into his touch, craving more of the delicious sensations only he can provide.

Rafayel's hands, slick with paint, slowly drag up the curve of your stomach. His touch leaves a trail of colorful streaks on your skin. You can't help but shiver, your body both chilled and electrified by the contact.

As his hands reach the swell of your breasts, Rafayel pauses, admiring the way the paint contrasts against your natural skin tone. A grin spreads across his face as he cups your breasts, his thumbs brushing teasingly over your nipples. The sudden stimulation makes your back arch slightly off the floor.

"Beautiful," Rafayel murmurs, more to himself than to you. But the reverent tone in his voice is unmistakable, his gaze filled with adoration and desire. His hands knead and caress your breasts, the paint now smearing across your sensitive skin, marking you as his canvas.

Your nipples harden under his fingers, aching for more of his attention. Rafayel seems to sense this, his thumbs circling and teasing the stiff peaks until you're writhing beneath him.

"Such a stunning masterpiece," he whispers, before leaning down and replacing his fingers with his mouth. His lips close around one nipple, suckling and flicking over the sensitive bud, while his hand continues to grope and massage the other.

"Raf...please..."

"Please, what?" Rafayel murmurs against your breast. His tongue swirls around your nipple, the cool paint mixing with the heat of his mouth, the combination of sensations driving you wild.

He pulls back slightly "Please, stop?" he asks, feigning innocence. "Or please, don't stop?"

Rafayel's lips, now stained a pretty shade of blue from the paint, curve into a playful smile as he looks down at you. His eyes, those mesmerizing swirls of blue and pink, dance with amusement "You're the one that walked in here," he points out "Shouldn't you be more specific about what you want, cutie?" his words are dripping with sarcastic charm.

He tugs his pants and underwear down, freeing his pretty cock. Its already fully erect and leaking as he takes himself in hand to line the swollen head with your entrance.

"Oh my god, Raf..."

"That's right, cutie," Rafayel growls, his voice dripping with arrogance "The only god you're going to be calling right now..."

With a sharp thrust of his hips, he sinks fully inside you, stretching and filling you completely. A moan tears from your throat, your pussy clenching tightly around him.

"...is me."

You walk down the hallway, heart pounding in your chest as you approach the slightly ajar door to Caleb's office. The sound of his voice, muffled and formal, filters out from inside, he must be in the middle of a video meeting with his Farspace Fleet colleagues.

Perfect.

Taking a deep breath, you push the door open and slip inside, letting it click shut behind you. Caleb's focused on the camera, oblivious to your presence as he discusses some kind of mission briefing.

This is it. Now or never.

You walk in, naked as the day you were born. The cold air raising goosebumps all over your body. You smirk to yourself, imagining the look on Caleb's face when he sees you.

Slowly, you make your way towards him, footsteps silent on the carpeted floor. As you get a bit closer, you hear him say something about wrapping up the meeting.

Shit you are running out of time.

You hold your breath, heart hammering wildly in your ribcage as Caleb spots you. This is it. The moment of truth. Will he be pissed? Or will he find it funny, sexy even?

His eyes widen as they land on your naked body, traveling slowly down. The shock on his face is priceless. For a moment, he just stares, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

He slams the laptop shut, abruptly ending the video call. The sudden move makes you flinch, a flicker of uncertainty crossing your mind.

Did I go too far this time?

He steps towards you, each footfall deliberate and measured, until he invades your personal space. You have to crane your neck back to maintain eye contact, your breathing shallow and quick.

He reaches out, his gloved hand coming to rest beneath your chin, tilting your face up to meet his eyes. His thumb brushes over your lower lip, a teasing caress that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Trying to get yourself into trouble, it seems," his voice is low and tinged with a hint of laughter. "And succeeding beautifully, as always."

" Caleb, it's just a prank... I..."

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to interrupt someone during a meeting?" he asks playfully, head cocking to the side as he looks down at you.

You don't think twice and run, your bare feet slapping against the floor as you make a break for the door.

"Oh, you're in for it now," Caleb growls. You can practically feel him gaining on you, his long strides devouring the distance between you.

You reach the door, wrenching it open and sprinting out into the hallway. The cool air kisses your skin, your hair whipping behind you as you run. You can hear Caleb's footsteps growing louder, closer.

Suddenly, you feel his hand close around your wrist, yanking you back. You stumble, falling against his chest, your naked body molding to the hard planes of his uniform. He wraps his arms around you, caging you against him as he walks you backwards into the bedroom.

"Did you really think you could run from me?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear.

Caleb's strength is no match for your struggling. With a swift tug, he wrenches you off your feet, sending you tumbling onto the bed. You land on the soft mattress with a soft oof, breath knocked out of you momentarily.

Before you can recover, Caleb is on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head. "I think I'll just have to find a better way to...keep you occupied."

Using his evol he flips you onto your hands and knees and you feel the heat of his body hovering over you, the rough fabric of his pants brushing against your bare skin.

You hear the unmistakable sound of his zipper lowering and you glance back over your shoulder, heart pounding in your throat. His eyes are dark, almost black in the low light, his gaze fixed on where his cock rests at your entrance. He's already hard, thick and heavy, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance.

"I bet you thought you could tease me and just run off, didn't you?"

He rocks forward, the length of his cock sliding between your folds, teasing you.

"Well, you're not going anywhere now. Not until I've fucked this neediness out of you. Not until you're a boneless, satisfied mess beneath me."

A sharp gasp escapes your lips as Caleb's gloved hand fists in your hair, gripping the strands tightly. He twists once, twice, using the makeshift handle to yank your head back. At the same time, he drives forward, his hips snapping against your rear as he thrusts inside of you.

His grip on your hair tightens, forcing your back to arch as he starts to move. "I love watching you run pipsqueak,"

"Caleb..."

His other hand comes down hard on your ass, the leather of his glove leaving a reddening imprint on your skin "because I get to fantasize about what I'll do when I catch you"

You stand before Sylus, Naked. The cold air pebbling your nipples as you take a deep breath to steady your nerves. This is crazy, you know it, but Sylus would never harm you.

You watch his face intently for a reaction as he remains bent over his gun, still meticulously cleaning it.

"Lost something, kitten?" Sylus asks casually, not even glancing up from his task. "I don't recall inviting you in here in such a state of undress."

Ugh, of course he knew

He sets the gun down and leans back in his chair, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes widen slightly as they move over your naked body. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"You know, most people knock. Or at least have the decency to put on a robe before invading someone's private space." He reaches out and lightly traces a finger along your stomach, his touch electric against your bare skin.

"Well, don't let me stop you from your little game. I'm sure you had a reason for barging in here naked."

You shrug nonchalantly, a playful grin spreading across your face. "It was just a prank, Sy. I saw it on a video online and thought I'd try it out on you."

Sylus stands up slowly, towering over you and takes a step closer, his chest nearly brushing against you.

"Perhaps you should be more careful with your pranks, sweetie. A girl could get hurt, parading around like a piece of meat."

He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear. "Or worse...she could get eaten."

Before you can react or try to run from him, he raises a hand and flicks his wrist. Suddenly, tendrils of his signature black/red energy erupt from the shadows, coiling around your body.

They wrap around your wrists and ankles, binding you firmly but not painfully in place. The tendrils are cool and smooth against your bare skin. You find yourself anchored, unable to flee, at Sylus's mercy.

"Running off so soon, kitten?" Sylus chuckles, his smirk still on his lips as he circles your bound body slowly, admiring the view from every angle. "We were just starting to have fun."

He sits back down on the chair, his movements graceful and predatory. With a pulse of his dark power, he sends tendrils of energy snaking out to wrap around your thighs. They lift you effortlessly, pulling your naked body over his lap, your stomach pressed against his muscular thighs.

His hands come to rest possessively on your hips "If you're so determined to be a cock tease, Y/N, there will be consequences."

You feel the rigid length of Sylus's arousal pressing insistently against your bare stomach as he holds you pinned in his lap. The heat of it, even through his clothing, sends a shameful thrill through you.

Without warning, his hand comes down hard on the soft flesh of your ass, the sharp slap echoing in the room. He repeats the action, spanking you firmly on both cheeks twice in quick succession.

"Ah!" You can't help but gasp, face flushing hot with embarrassment.

Sylus grips your stinging ass cheeks hard, kneading the tender flesh almost painfully as he leans in close. "Consider this a warning for the next time you decide to put on a little show and get my dick hard with no intention of following through."

Another hard smack to your ass, the force jostling your body against his clothed erection. The combination of pain and shameful arousal is dizzying.

"Because I won't be so gentle if you keep teasing what you can't handle, sweetie. You play with fire, you're liable to get burned," Sylus growls, squeezing your ass roughly again before delivering another sharp slap.

You can feel the slick heat gathering between your thighs, your clit throbbing in time with your racing heart.

If you were to part your legs just a bit he would be able to see what this was doing to you.

So you do it. Just an inch.

As Sylus sees the glistening arousal coating your inner thighs, he chuckles and once again his evol tendrils lift you, positioning your cunt right over the bulge straining against his pants.

Sylus makes quick work of his belt and zipper, freeing his fat cock. It springs up, long and thick, the swollen head leaking with need. Your eyes widen at the sight, a fresh gush of wetness flooding your core.

"Look how wet you are, kitten," Sylus whispers approvingly, rubbing the leaking tip of his cock teasingly along your slit, not quite penetrating you. "Clenching around nothing, aching to be filled."

"If I'm going to ride you Sy, does that mean I get to be in control?"

He throws his head back with an amused laugh at your naive question and then with a sharp thrust of his hips he sits you down on his cock. The breath is driven from your lungs at the sudden intrusion, a strangled moan escaping your lips.

"Ffffffffuck" You can't help but cry out, back arching as you're stretched and filled.

"Don't get it twisted, kitten. I can fuck you just as good from the bottom as I can from the top."

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The amount of times I have reread this❤️💕❤️💕❤️ I love this audio so much and this fanfic is bringing what I expect that was happening to life

Affinity level Sylus 145

If you haven't heard the audio you are MISSING OUT!!!

My favorite lines are marked with a 🔥

🔥MIDNIGHT FEAST

TW:Smut

You were curled up on the edge of the bed, wearing oversized pajamas, when you heard the knock at the door. You blinked, looking towards the sound as if seeing the door would somehow make the knocking more understandable.

Rising to your feet, you padded across the carpeted floor, the plush material soft beneath your bare feet. You could hear the rain lashing against the window. Opening the door, you found Sylus standing there, just as you had expected.

You walk back to sit on the bed, watching as Sylus takes off his jacket. He turns to look at you, his eyes rake over you, taking in the oversized pajamas that hang loosely. He starts to unbutton his shirt, revealing a glimpse of his chest beneath.

"What are you waiting for, kitten? Why aren't you sitting over here?" he asks, a hint of impatience in his smooth voice.

"Where do you want me to sit? You ask and his lips curve into a smirk

"Where to sit?" He chuckles "isn't it obvious?"

"Why are you taking your shirt off? Aren't you cold?"

"It's raining outside, so it's a little cold," Sylus says as he walks towards you, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room. He reaches out and pulls your chin up with his fingers, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"Don't worry, I didn't get wet"

Leaning in close, his lips brush against your ear as he whispers, "I feel a lot warmer now" you can't help but blush at his proximity.

"When you opened the door and saw me, you looked surprised." He asks as he kneels in front of you. "Who were you expecting?"

You look at Sylus, surprised by his question. "I...I wasn't expecting anyone," you stammer out, caught off guard. "I mean, I knew it was you, but..."

"Of course, it’s a rhetorical question. I wanted to hear you say you were waiting for me." he murmurs, his thumb stroking your cheek.

His gaze then flicks to the phone on the bed, and he arches an eyebrow. "You called for room service?" he asks, a note of curiosity in his voice. "You get hungry very easily" he chuckles " What food did you order while I was away?"

"I...I just felt like trying a bit of everything," you mumble, dropping your eyes shyly.

"Hmmm, you have quite the appetite today huh? You ordered a lot of dishes. Were you planning on enjoying them alone? He pulls back to look at your reaction. "Or were you waiting to share them with me?"

You shake your head no, unable to meet Sylus's eyes "No" you admit softly, turning your head away in an attempt to hide the deep blush staining your cheeks.

Sylus chuckles, a rich, deep, and sinful sound that seems to reverberate through your very bones. "You weren't?"

"Turn around and show me your eyes. Let's see if they lie as much as your mouth does" he says, his thumb brushing over your lower lip.

You feel his grip tighten on your chin as he forces you to meet his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, searching, probing, as if he could see straight into your very soul.

"Tch, I knew you were lying," he says, " That's very bold of you. Yes, you better be as bold as you are insatiable today"

His eyes drop to your shoulders, noticing how one side of your pajama top has slipped down, exposing a glimpse of skin. "I noticed your pajamas didn't quite fit you the moment I walked in," he murmurs. "And.... they look familiar. Are they mine?" He reaches out, his fingers grazing the soft fabric of the pajama top, tracing the line of your collarbone.

"I grabbed the wrong pajamas because I had limited time to pack"

Sylus listens intently, his thumb stroking your jawline "Hmmm, you grabbed the wrong pajamas due to the limited time...I recall that on the day before we went traveling, someone spent the whole night packing" he says, his eyes never leaving yours "She even packed three phone chargers to prepare for those worst case scenarios"

He leans in "But it seems a worst case scenario happened anyway"

🔥🔥🔥🔥🫦"Don't get the wrong idea, I'm not trying to mock you" he chuckles "in fact I only care about one thing" 🔥🔥🔥🔥🫦

"If you are wearing my pajamas" His hand tightens its grip on the fabric of the pajama top, bunching it up and pulling you slightly closer to him. "then what should I wear?" He whispers.

"I...I brought two of the same kind," you stutter, feeling the heat of his breath on your skin, his presence overwhelming your senses.

"Ohhhhh, you brought two of the same kind" Sylus repeats, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Do I look like I'm...anticipating something?

"All the time" you breathe out.

"Mmmh, what a detailed interpretation" he looks at your confused face " Heh, It's nothing. But if you keep staring at me, I might just..."

"You might what?" his eyes glint with mischief as he watches the deep blush spread across your face.

"All right, I won't say it," he chuckles "your ears are red now though" his fingertips touch the shell of your ear, feeling the heat radiating from the skin.

"Stop being such a bad boy, Sylus," you murmur, but he just smirks wider at your weak attempt at scolding him.

Sylus's voice drops "You're calling me a bad boy again," he growls. "Well, don't expect a bad boy to do good things."

In a quick, sudden movement, he sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls you firmly into his lap. His arms wrap around your waist, holding you close against his chest.

"Sy, you...!"

"Shhh," Sylus whispers, his lips brushing against your ear as he silences your protests. "All right, stay still. Why don't we cuddle for a bit?"

You feel Sylus lay you down gently on the bed and he settles in beside you, his body taking up a considerable amount of space. You can't help but feel small and vulnerable next to him.

His hand finds your thigh, and you gasp softly as you feel his fingers sliding up the fabric of the pajama pants. You hear him murmur as he explores the fabric, a hint of wonder in his voice. "I didn't notice how nice the pajama fabric was until now," Sylus remarks, his fingers continuing their slow ascent up your thigh.

Suddenly, you feel his nose brush against the sensitive skin of your neck, drawing another gasp from your lips. His breath is hot and heavy, sending goosebumps erupting across your skin.

He inhales deeply, his nose trailing along your neck as he takes in your scent. "Ah, it even smells like you"

Your breath hitches as his fingers trace the hem of the pajama shirt, teasing the sensitive skin just above your waistband.

His hand ventures higher, slipping beneath to explore the smooth expanse of your stomach. You feel his fingertips grazing the underside of your breast, tracing the edge of your bra with a feather light touch. "Oh this here...it's very warm..."

"Well, that isn't part of the pajama's fabric"

Sylus's fingers pause their exploration as he hears your breathy words. "Oh, this isn't the fabric? Then what is it? Tell me..."

You whisper hotly in his ear, "You know very well what that is," as you feel his fingers tugging the pajama shirt up and your bra down. A sharp gasp escapes your lips, followed by a soft moan, when he pinches your exposed nipple roughly.

He hisses through clenched teeth as he feels your teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh of his earlobe. "Don't bite," he growls "You're being unreasonable." Despite his words, you can hear the arousal in his tone

"You pinched it hard and your hand was freezing!" As you speak, your hand begins to wander down, your fingers playing with the buckle of his belt.

"My hand was freezing? He laughs "I told you it was cold out there" His hand slides down to your hip, squeezing the flesh possessively.

"What are you trying to grab?" he asks as your fingers slide lower "If you want to get back at me, this method might not work" He growls deeply as he feels your hand palming his hardening length through his pants. "🔥🔥Stop that🔥🔥, Otherwise I..." he hisses, his voice a warning that sends a shiver of fear and exhilaration down your spine. Before you can react, he rolls onto you, pinning you firmly beneath him.

He grabs your wrists, his fingers tying the long sleeves of your pajama top around them. The soft fabric slid and tightened, binding your hands securely above your head. You find yourself unable to move, helpless beneath him, a delicious sense of vulnerability washing over you.

Sylus looms over you as he admires his handiwork "Everything's good now. "He leans down, his nose brushing against yours. "What did you think I was going to do to you?"

Sylus tugs on the fabric, testing the strength as he grins down at your flustered expression. "It's great that these sleeves are long and easy to tie together"

His breath feels hot against your cheek as he murmurs, "Won't you be a good little hand warmer now, kitten?"

You blush furiously at his words, instinctively trying to untie your hands, only to pause as you see him slip his ring off his finger. The realization of his intent has your breath catching in your throat.

He watches your reaction closely, a dark smile playing on his lips as he sets the ring down on the bedside table. He laughs when he sees you struggling again, your hands pulling and tugging. "You are very strong..." he muses, "And you don't hold back when it comes to me."

Sylus traces the waistband of your pajama pants with a thoughtful frown. "You're right, these pajamas are too flimsy," he remarks, his fingers dipping just slightly beneath the elastic.

Startled, you blurt out, "You should blacklist them then!"

"Sure, we can blacklist this brand," he agrees. You feel his fingers hooking into the waistband, and with a sharp tug, he starts to pull your pants down. The fabric slides over your skin, inching lower and lower, until suddenly, cool air hits your flesh.

He pauses, his brows raising as he notices the lack of underwear beneath. "But more importantly," he murmurs, his voice a hungry rumble, "I'm hungry."

You ask breathlessly, "What do you want to eat, Sy?", looking up at him with wide, trusting eyes.

Sylus smirks down at you, his eyes roaming over your exposed body. "What do I want to eat first?" he asks. "Hmmm...Why don't you choose for me?" His hand slides down, cupping your bare pussy as he leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear.

You try to deflect the tension with a nervous laugh, "I think I'll try to get some sleep now"

At your words, he slides a finger through your folds, feeling the slick heat that's already gathering there "You are going to bed?" He circles your sensitive clit with the pad of his finger, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your hips buck up involuntarily. "But I think this is a good spot," his voice an approving rumble. "Great, even."

He starts to move down your body, his lips trailing kisses along your soft skin. He pauses to lavish attention on the sensitive flesh of your breast, still exposed 🔥"Yeah"🔥. He presses open mouthed kisses across your stomach, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

Your belly flutters and clenches with each noise that spills from his throat. Moans and approving growls rumble through his chest as he inhales your scent. He feels when you try to push him away by clenching your thighs together as if to protect your most intimate place.

"Don't push me away," Sylus laughs "It's too late to chicken out, kitten." He ignores your attempt to push him away, his strength easily overpowering your own. With a tug he yanks your pajama pants completely off, leaving you completely bare from the waist down.

His hands grasp your thighs, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he forces your legs apart. The sheets rustle loudly beneath you, the only sound in the silent room, as Sylus settles between your spread thighs.

Without warning, Sylus leans in and places his mouth directly on your cunt. The first swipe of his flat tongue across your entire slit makes your back arch sharply off the bed, a loud moan tearing from your throat. The sound is so intense and unexpected that you're certain it could be heard echoing through the next room.

Sylus pauses, his tongue lifting from your folds as he hears the sudden knock at the door. He sighs loudly, his head snapping up to glare in the direction of the intrusion.

"🔥🔥WHO IS IT?"🔥🔥 Sylus growls, his voice a thunderous bark of anger. The room falls silent for a moment, the only sound your own ragged breathing.

Turning his gaze back to you, Sylus smirks "Hmm, I almost forgot you ordered room service," he remarks, his tone laced with mocking amusement.

You make a move to sit up, to cover yourself but Sylus's hand on your hip stops you. His fingers dig into your skin, holding you firmly in place.

"Where are you going? Do you actually plan to open the door like that?" He asks, glancing at your half naked body.

Sylus sighs, impatience flavoring the exhale. "Let me do it," His hand remains firm on your hip, keeping you pinned to the bed. "Just sit here and wait for your late night snack."

He leans in, his lips brushing against yours as he growls, 🔥🔥"And after you've had your fill...it will be my turn, right?"🔥🔥

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You were lost, drowning in a sea of overwhelming sensation, your body wrecked with the aftershocks of countless orgasms. Your fingers trembled as you pressed them against your face, trying in vain to muffle the sound of your cries.

Through the haze you caught a glimpse of Sylus's face, glistening with your juices, his chin and cheeks coated in your arousal. He looked up at you "You like that, don't you kitten?" Sylus breathed against your drenched folds "You can't get enough of my mouth on this sweet cunt..."

At this rate, Sylus was going to fucking kill you, and God help you, but some dark, desperate part of you almost wanted to let him.

You felt every slick glide of his tongue against your swollen folds, each movement sending electric sparks of pleasure shooting through your nerve endings. His hot breath washed over you in waves.

"Oh God...Sy..." Your voice was a breathless, needy whimper, your hips starting to move on their own again. They rolled against his skilled mouth, seeking more of that devastating pleasure.

You felt Sylus smirk against your flesh, the bastard. He was reveling in your desperation, in the way your body betrayed your desire. But God, he was just too fucking good, his tongue too talented, his mouth too wicked.

"Yes, just like that, please..." you begged, your chest heaving as your breathing grew ragged. "Just like that... don't stop..."

Your hands trembled as they traveled down to tangle in his hair, your fingers threading through the soft strands. You pulled him closer, desperately seeking more, only to push him away a heartbeat later as the sensation became too intense to bear.

"I need...I need something..." You gasped out.

"Yeah? What do you need, sweetie?" He flicked his tongue against your clit, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips.

Unable to form coherent words, you could only manage a breathless, needy whimper. "Yes, that..yes, Sy, please!"

You gasped as his teeth scraped delicately over your sensitive clit, sending a bolt of white hot pleasure shooting through your core. Your back arched sharply, pressing your hips more firmly against his mouth.

"Ah, oh my god, YES-" You cried out, your fingers tightening their grip in his hair, holding him in place as he worked you towards the th orgasm.

Sylus pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against your clit as he murmured, "Do you want a little more, kitten? Use your words. Tell me what you need. Do you want me to make you come like this?"

You somehow found the strength to whisper, "Yes...please, Sylus...I need it...I need YOU..."

At your plea, he exhaled softly against your cunt, the hot gust of air making you shiver, before he pushed two long fingers inside your tight cunt.

The sound of his low groan as he finally entered you was everything. It rumbled through you, vibrating your very core as your walls clenched needily around his fingers.

Almost unconsciously, you bent your knees a bit more and dug your heels into his shoulders, your body instinctively opening itself to his touch.

“That’s it, a little more for me... take a little more...”he said as he added a third finger, stretching you deliciously. His fingers were pumping hard and fast, his tongue swirling and flicking against your clit.

"Let go Y/n, fucking scream for me," he commanded "Bring the fucking place down with the sound of it..."

"Harder," you gasped out, your body arching off the bed. "Harder!"

"It's too much, it's too much, I can't-" you whimpered, your fingers twisting in his hair, holding on for dear life as you teetered on the brink.

"Come. Now," Sylus ordered, with a final, hard suck on your clit, he pulled it into his mouth, demanding your surrender.

Your scream of his name tore through the room, echoing off the walls as your orgasm crashed over you. Your body convulsed, back bowing, as you milked his fingers, your gummy walls gripping them like a vice.

"Oh my...FUCK!" your voice was raw and ragged, your soul laid bare.

"You did so well, sweetie" he murmured against your skin "So fucking perfect..."

You felt his fingers slow their movements, gentling their thrusts as he worked you through the aftershocks. Your chest heaved, lungs burning as you struggled to catch your breath. His hand slid up, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your hipbone as he peppered your inner thighs with soft kisses.

Feeling boneless and sated, you could only whimper softly, your hands falling limply to your sides.

"How about you scream like that for me one more time, kitten?"

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alastor-simp · 2 months ago

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FINALLY GOT MER FORM FLOYD!!!!!!

IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET HIM BUT NOW HE IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!💙🥰💙🥰💙🥰💙🥰💙🥰

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alastor-simp · 2 months ago

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NEW LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MAIN STORY TRAILER!!!!!

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BOTH SYLUS AND ZAYNE?!?!!!?!?!?!😍💕😍💕😍💕😍💕😍💕😍💕💕😍💕😍 I CAN’T TAKE THIS, ITS SO BADASS AND HOT AHHHHHH!!!!!

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alastor-simp · 2 months ago

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He wanted more kisses😘💋😘💋😘💋Drunk Alastor is hot af😍😍😍

drunken kisses.

read part two here

warnings: alcohol, detailed makeout session, alastor being a little (drunken) shit

word count: 1753

summary: What started as a harmless drinking challenge between you and Alastor quickly spirals into something far more scandalous—to the horrified dismay of the entire hotel staff.

alastor x gn!reader. thank you to the anon who requested this story! testing out how to write lukewarm spicy scenes because i currently lack the expertise to write anything steamier than fluff.

Laughter and music crackled through the lobby, the air thick with a cocktail of cigarette smoke, booze, and the lingering scent of whatever cake Niffty had insisted on making. It was a birthday celebration for… someone in the hotel. You honestly weren’t sure anymore.

The evening had started innocently enough—drinks poured, toasts made, laughter spilling as freely as the alcohol. You were all huddled around the bar, Angel Dust telling a story of some bitchy pornstar he had met the other day as Husk poured drinks for everyone.

You were in the middle of a sip when you felt a presence behind you, your neck twisting to find Alastor looming over you. He had reached over your shoulder to grab his glass from the counter, but as you leaned back to give him more space, his eyes locked onto yours. And suddenly, a second after analyzing your face and the drink in your own hand, he got that look. That sharp, devious look in his eyes, the kind that meant trouble. You remember the alarms in your head going off at the way his sharp yellow teeth glinted behind his wide—almost predatory—smile.

"Care for a friendly wager, dear?" Alastor had purred, twirling a glass of dark liquor between his fingers, the rich scent of whiskey wafting between you. "A little game to see who can hold their spirits better?"

And like an absolute idiot, you had agreed. You somehow even believed you'd come out of this little challenge unscathed, with the naive thought that you would win floating in the back of your mind. You never had been a lightweight before, why, you were certain you could hold some ground against this old geezer of a Sinner.

The first few rounds were smooth, easy even. You matched him drink for drink, keeping pace as he downed every glass with a flourish and a wicked grin. But the more you drank, the more absurd the challenge became.

(Why had you agreed to this again?)

Alastor remained eerily composed at first, his usual energetic sharpness undeterred by the steadily increasing volume of alcohol. But by the fifth—or was it the sixth?—round, his laughter started to turn loose, his grin wider, his movements just a little less controlled. And you? Oh, you were doomed.

(Doomed in all sense of the word. Despite your hazy vision, the way Alastor seemed to unwind with each drink made your knees weak. His perfect posture had slackened just a fraction, the mischief in his smirk that was usually coupled with the overwhelming sense of terror was now instead radiating with unbridled happiness. And his eyes—oh, those crimson eyes, half-lidded, foggy with amusement yet still glowing with a wild kind of energy—lingered on you in a way that made the heat in your chest rival the burn of whiskey in your throat.

You knew your returning gazes were embarrassingly eager, your sober thoughts of him being oddly attractive and charismatic amplified tenfold by the alcohol also coursing through your system. You wondered if he could hear your breath hitch every time he licked his lips?)

After he refilled your almost empty glass with a twirl of his fingers for the seventh time that night, everything blurred after that. Just the warm buzz of liquor in your veins, the sound of his laughter tangling with yours, and the absolute certainty that one of you was going to collapse.

And now?

You were both absolutely wasted.

Sitting side by side on the couch, the world swayed around you like a funhouse mirror, and even though you were clearly not the winner here, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your head was heavy, your limbs loose, and Alastor—normally so composed, so rigidly in control—was laughing. Like, actually giggling in that half-maniacal, half-melodic way of his, eyes unfocused but still bright.

“Ah-ha! My, my, you’re lookin’ awfully dazed there, cher,” he teased, tilting his head as he swayed ever so slightly. Your stomach churned at the way the whiskey made his Southern drawl slip through his usual Transatlantic accent. “Are you sure you can still stomach the competition?”

You sluggishly turned to face him, blinking slowly. Despite your breathy voice and flushed cheeks, you frowned at him in faux annoyance. "You're practically as drunk as me, asshole."

Your deadpan tone seemed to be the funniest thing Alastor had heard that night, resulting in him howling at your words. You almost jumped at the sudden sound of it, watching as he flew his head back and sank deeper into the couch. "Always such a spriteful one! I have to admit, dear—you're such enchanting company."

You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched at his drunken amusement. "Yeah, yeah, keep talking, you smug bastard."

Alastor chuckled, swirling the last remnants of his drink in his glass before fixing you with a look that sent something dangerous through your already alcohol-flooded veins. "Oh, but I do enjoy our little conversations, darling. Such wit, such fire—it's rather... intoxicating."

His expression was smug, spiked fangs peeking boyishly from his grin, and suddenly you felt acutely aware of the situation you were in. You blinked at him, your mind blank as you realized how close you two were—even though the couch was big enough to fit 5 demons, somehow you and Alastor were still mere inches apart, so close your knees were touching. Your head spun with the scent of whiskey and him; a scent that suspiciously smelled of tall cedar trees, fresh blood, and the dirt from a graveyard. You don’t know what possessed you—maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was your itch to wipe that damn smirk off his face, maybe it was the way his voice slurred just so, but suddenly you weren’t thinking.

You were acting.

Your hands found the lapels of his blazer, gripping the fabric as you leaned in and—

Your lips were on his.

Time stopped.

You barely registered the sudden quietness from the usual white noise that surrounded Alastor the second your lips met his. It was awfully silent, save for the distant laughter from the rest of the hotel group still at the bar, your eyes closed as you gently locked your lips onto his.

It took approximately three seconds for your brain to catch up with your body, and by the time it did, you were already feeling the heat of his breath against your face. Shit. Your eyes opened as you hastily pulled back, what the hell did you just—

But before you could spiral into a pit of embarrassment, a clawed hand shot out, grasping your waist.

“Now where do you think you’re going, darling?”

Your stomach flipped.

Because Alastor? He wasn’t pushing you away. No—he was pulling you closer.

And then? Oh, then he kissed you back.

It was clumsy at first, your lips quirking into an affectionate smile at the way he was clearly inexperienced in kissing, like he was trying to puzzle the act out as he went. But after a moment passed, something in him shifted. His hands gripped your waist harder, his fingers pressing into the fabric of your clothes, and suddenly, the kiss was anything but hesitant.

Your cheeks burned, your breath came short, and whatever restraint had existed between the two of you melted away entirely. His lips moved against yours with an eager curiosity, slow at first, but as he grew bolder, so did you. His sharp teeth nipped teasingly at your bottom lip, a low hum vibrating in his throat as you gasped against his mouth. The warm, rich taste of whiskey lingered on his tongue as it slid against yours, coaxing a sound from you that should not have been heard in a public setting. His body was warm beneath you, his blazer bunched under your fingers as you clung to him, entirely lost in the moment.

You felt his grip tighten, easily lifting you from your spot on the couch onto his lap with a surprising gentleness you did not expect from the Radio Demon himself. You were in his lap, straddling him like it was the most natural thing in the world. His hands—oh, his hands—gripped you like he needed you there, his claws curling into the small of your back. It was intoxicating, dizzying. You barely registered the way he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue teasing against yours, his laughter—low, husky—spilling into your mouth like it was his own personal victory.

Oh my God. You were making out with Alastor in the middle of the damn lobby.

And that's when you heard it.

The collective gasp of an entire audience.

“What the fuck–?!”

You didn’t even get a chance to process who screamed first because suddenly, you were being yanked away from Alastor so fast you swore you left part of your soul behind. Husk had grabbed the back of your shirt, pulling you off like a misbehaving cat, while Charlie and Angel Dust stood frozen in sheer horror.

“We left you alone for two freaking minutes!” Charlie shrieked, hands flying to her mouth.

“Oh my God, were you two aboutta fuck on the COUCH?!” Angel cackled, slapping his knee.

Charlie only gasped further, her voice shrill. “In the middle of the party?!”

Vaggie rubbed the shoulders of her horrified girlfriend, clearly repulsed by Angel’s words as her face scrunched up in disgust. “Ew, Angel.”

Alastor, still lounging on the couch, just laughed.

“I fail to see the problem!” he chimed, looking far too pleased with himself, eyes locked onto you even as you were forcibly dragged away like a crime scene witness. His smile was wolfish, his pupils dilated with mischief (and maybe a little more).

You, meanwhile, were fighting for your life.

“I– I– It wasn’t– We weren't–!”

Husk scoffed, dropping you on the couch opposite to Alastor and shoving a glass of water into your hands. “Jesus, kid, sober up before you start dry humping demons in the damn lobby.”

You groaned, burying your face onto the top of the glass, the cup strikingly cold against your feverish skin. You cursed under your breath as the others erupted into chaos, Angel laughing so hard he had to cling to Charlie for support as everyone stood between the two couches like a barricade, ensuring you wouldn't end up in the same situation from mere minutes ago.

And Alastor?

That bastard just winked at you, his smile lopsided as he drank in your horrified expression.

…Yeah, you were never living this down.

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