#lad x reader

[sushiyuzu]

accidental hand touches 𓅨

sylus x reader

you sit beside sylus at the table, going over the plans for the next mission. the tension in the room is thick with focus, both of you deep in thought as you study the map in front of you. the air between you is quiet, save for the soft rustle of papers and the occasional murmur of conversation.

"we’ll need to take this route," you say, pointing at a section of the map, your finger hovering over the worn paper.

without thinking, sylus reaches for the same spot, his hand brushing against yours. the moment is so quick that it takes both of you by surprise. his fingers are warm, the brief contact enough to send a soft spark through your skin.

for a moment, neither of you move. your hand is still against his, his larger one resting gently over yours. it’s not intentional, not planned, but the feeling of his skin against yours makes your heart race just a little faster.

you glance up, and for a split second, your eyes meet his. sylus, usually composed and distant, looks down at your hand before his lips twitch into the smallest, almost imperceptible smile. it’s not the typical cold smirk you’ve seen before—this one is softer, quieter, as if he’s amused by the accidental intimacy of the moment.

“sorry,” he murmurs, pulling his hand back, but there’s no tension in his voice. instead, it’s calm, almost playful. you notice the way his red eyes linger on you for just a beat longer than necessary before he focuses back on the map, as if trying to regain his usual professional demeanour.

"no problem," you manage to reply, your voice a little quieter than you intended. your fingers tingle where his had touched, and you’re certain your face must be a little flushed, though you try not to show it.

for a few minutes, the two of you return to discussing the mission, but the atmosphere has subtly changed. it’s still professional, still focused, but there’s a warmth between you now, like a shared secret neither of you needs to acknowledge out loud.

when your hands move toward the map again, you’re both more careful this time, but the memory of the touch lingers. you steal a glance at sylus, and catch him looking at you from the corner of his eye, the faintest hint of amusement still playing on his lips. he doesn’t say anything, but that almost-smile stays with you, even long after the moment has passed.

[neonbonded]

Practicing the Reveal… And He Overhears It

♡ ft. Caleb, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus x fem!reader ♡ cw: surprise pregnancy, emotional overload, soft domesticity, intense future-dad energy, crying (from both of you probably) ♡ a/n: it was just a quiet moment. a mirror, a whisper, a practice run. you never thought he’d hear it. but he does. and suddenly the man who’s always had the answers… doesn’t. he stares at you like you just rewrote the stars—like you handed him a universe he never believed he could have. just something a bit shorter i thought of quickly on the plane.

Caleb

You’d been holding onto the test for days. Hidden behind the tea tins in the kitchen, tucked into the box of your old journals. Not because you were scared. But because you wanted it to be perfect.

Caleb had been stretched thin lately—Fleet rotations, drills, calls from the UNICORN command deck at ungodly hours. And still, he always smiled at you like you were the only person on the planet who mattered.

You didn’t want to overload him. So instead, you practiced.

Standing in front of the hallway mirror in one of his oversized T-shirts, bare feet on the cold tile, you ran through your lines again.

“So, remember how you said we should wait until we’re more ‘settled’?” “...We’re gonna need to clear a second drawer in the dresser.” “Do you think our kid would have your eyes or mine?”

You pause. Breathe out slowly. Then—

“Hey, Caleb?” you say softly to your reflection. “You’re gonna be a dad.”

You smile shyly at yourself.

Then you hear it.

The sound of something dropping—soft, like a jacket hitting the ground.

You whip around.

He’s there. Standing in the hallway. Still wearing his flight jacket, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. Just... frozen.

“…What did you just say?” His voice is hoarse. Disbelieving.

You go stock-still. “Caleb—wait, I—”

He crosses the space between you in two long strides, cupping your face in his hands like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he blinks.

“You’re serious?” he whispers. “You’re really…? You’re actually—?”

You nod.

For one breathless second, he just stares at you—eyes brimming. Then:

“I’m gonna be a dad?” he blurts, like the concept is too big to fit in his chest. “Me? I—we—holy shit—I’m gonna be a dad—”

He laughs through a choked-off sob, pressing frantic kisses to your cheeks, your forehead, your lips.

Then he’s pulling you into his arms so tightly your feet lift off the floor, spinning you in the middle of the hallway as if he has nowhere else to go but here—this moment, this joy, this forever.

When he finally sets you down, he presses his forehead to yours, completely breathless.

“I swear to you,” he says, voice breaking, “I’m gonna be the best dad in the whole goddamn galaxy.”

And then, softer:

“Thank you. For making me the luckiest man alive. Again.”

Xavier

It’s been a rare stretch of stillness. No alarms. No missions. No glowing swords by the front door. Just you, Xavier, and the quiet rhythm of living together.

Tonight, he’s fast asleep on the couch—curled up with a book still resting on his chest, one arm draped lazily where you’d been sitting. He looked too peaceful to wake.

So you tiptoe to the bathroom, holding the little folded note you’d written earlier that day.

You read it softly to your reflection in the mirror—voice barely above a whisper:

“Hey… I know this probably isn’t how you imagined hearing it, but—” “—you’re going to be a father.”

You pause. Swallow. Try again.

“We made a new little light. It’s… real. He or she is already glowing inside me.”

You smile nervously at your own reflection.

“And I can’t wait for them to meet you.”

You freeze when you hear it

A soft knock. Followed by the sound of your name, tentative and low.

You turn slowly—he’s in the doorway, barefoot and wide-eyed, hair still sleep-mussed. He’s holding the edge of the doorframe like it’s the only thing grounding him.

“…Did I just hear you say…?” His voice is hushed. Fragile.

Your breath catches. You nod.

He doesn’t speak. Not for a full ten seconds. Just stares at you—like he’s trying to etch the moment into memory.

Then finally, he crosses the room and sinks to his knees in front of you. Gently, reverently, he presses his forehead to your stomach. His hands tremble slightly where they rest on your thighs.

“This is…” he murmurs, voice catching, “...the kind of miracle I never let myself hope for.”

You thread your fingers through his hair. He looks up at you, and he’s smiling—but his lashes are wet.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he whispers. “But I want to. With you.”

And when he rises and kisses you—slow, soft, like you’re something sacred—you realize he’s still processing, still stunned.

But beneath that? He’s glowing.

Rafayel

You had waited until he was out back painting on the cliff edge—headphones in, shirtless, covered in streaks of indigo and gold. His art trance could last hours.

So you snuck into his studio.

The sunlight hit the floor like water. The room smelled like sea salt and oil paints. And there you stood in front of the full-length mirror, a folded-up sketchbook page clutched in your hands.

“So…” you said to your reflection, smiling nervously. “I know we said ‘not yet.’ But um… turns out ‘yet’ is now.”

You pause. Swallow.

“You’re going to be a dad.”

You whisper it. Just once. And for a second, it feels real in the best, scariest way.

Then...

“...I’m going to be a what?”

You freeze.

He’s behind you in the doorway—barefoot, still holding a paintbrush, lips parted like he isn’t sure he actually heard you right.

“Say that again,” he says, softly. “Please.”

You whip around. “Raf—wait—I didn’t mean for you to—”

He walks in slowly. The brush falls from his fingers, forgotten. He reaches out, fingertips brushing the paper in your hand like it’s made of glass.

“You’re not joking, are you?” he asks. “You wouldn’t do that to me. You wouldn’t…”

He trails off. Breath caught.

You shake your head. “I’m not joking.”

Silence. One second. Two.

Then he cracks.

The grin splits across his face like a sunrise, wild and stunned and full of something bigger than joy. His hands grab your waist, lift you clean off the floor—and he’s laughing. Gasping.

“I—! Holy shit—I MADE SOMETHING WITH YOU THAT WASN’T A MESS!”

He kisses you like you’re both a sunrise and a masterpiece—soft, shaky, endless. Then, quieter, pressing his forehead to yours:

“I can’t believe I’m going to get to teach someone how to make terrible jokes and beautiful chaos.”

Then he slides to his knees, presses his cheek to your stomach, and whispers in Lemurian:

“I love you already, little fish.”

Zayne

The house is quiet.

Zayne’s been in the study for hours—medical articles spread across the desk, old records murmuring from the speakers like white noise. You’d meant to go in and ask what he wanted for dinner.

Instead… you found yourself in the mirror. Holding a note you’d written for him days ago. You just needed to practice saying it out loud.

“I know we said not until things slow down,” you whisper. “But… maybe life had other plans.”

You pause. Then say it slowly:

“You’re going to be a father.”

The words feel strange and huge. Like trying to name a star.

You don’t notice the soft click of the door behind you.

Zayne’s voice cuts through the stillness. Low. Careful.

“...What did you just say?”

You turn.

He’s standing in the doorway with his wire-frame glasses still on, fingers curled slightly at his sides. There’s something unreadable in his eyes—tension, awe, disbelief all braided together.

“I—” you start, heart thudding. “I didn’t mean for you to hear that. I was just—practicing.”

“So it’s… real?” he asks. Voice barely a whisper.

You shake your head. “It’s real.”

His eyes drop slightly—to your stomach. Then back up to your face.

He doesn’t move for a long, long moment. You see him run the calculations, review the mental charts, search for a breath.

But none of that matters now.

He crosses the room slowly, carefully, and takes both of your hands. His grip is warm, steady—but trembling at the edges.

“I don’t know what to say,” he murmurs. “I’ve held thousands of hearts in my hands. But this…”

His throat tightens. He exhales hard. Then carefully lowers to his knees.

He presses his cheek gently against your belly.

“This is the most terrifying and miraculous thing I’ve ever been trusted with.”

And then, softer:

“You’re not alone in this. Ever.”

You run your fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes, holding your waist like he’s memorizing the shape of your future.

Sylus

You thought he was out late.

Protocore deal. Something classified and criminally vague. You’d texted him goodnight hours ago and assumed he’d stay gone until morning.

So you’re in his hoodie, curled up on the couch, holding a tiny plushie you bought earlier that day on impulse—a blue stuffed crow, with little red eyes.

You glance toward the bedroom mirror and whisper softly, just testing the words

“You’re going to be a dad.”

You hug the crow closer to your chest. Try again.

“I know that probably sounds… impossible. But it’s happening. We’re happening.”

Your voice wavers. You smile to yourself, imagining his face. His reaction.

“I’m scared too,” you admit quietly. “But if anyone can protect this kid—it’s you.”

“...Wow.”

You jolt upright, spinning around.

He’s leaning against the doorframe, leather jacket slung over one shoulder, and his expression is unreadable—like he’s still buffering.

“Sylus—I didn’t—how long have you been—?”

“Long enough,” he murmurs. “Long enough to think you were rehearsing lines for a drama. But now…”

He steps into the room slowly, almost cautiously.

“You’re serious.” “You’re actually…?” “You and me and… a kid?”

You nod. Gulp. “I just—I wanted to tell you right, I didn’t want to drop it on you after work, and—”

He tosses the jacket aside and crosses the room in three fast strides, pulling you into his arms so hard your breath leaves you.

“You are never allowed to tell me something like that while wearing my hoodie and holding a crow plush again,” he mutters into your neck. “You’re trying to kill me.”

You let out a shaky laugh. “Sorry?”

He doesn’t answer immediately. Just tightens his arms around you.

“...I didn’t think I’d get this,” he whispers.

You blink.

“I knew how to lead, how to protect, how to hurt. But this? Family?” “I didn’t think I was allowed to have something this good.”

Then he pulls back—just far enough to rest a hand over your stomach.

And you swear, even in the low light, he’s shaking.

“No one touches either of you without going through me,” he says, soft and deadly. “Got it?”

“This kid is going to grow up knowing exactly what it means to be loved.”

And then—he kisses you like you’re the only real thing left in the world.

[yuki-world]

秦彻 | SYLUS ; PLAN

summary | sylus sets a time limit for you to retrieve the brooch from him. unfortunately, you don't get it in time no matter how hard you try, but fortunately, it's sylus you're dealing with.

tags | nsfw (smut), fem!reader, mention of handcuffs, vaginal penetration, creampie, 2.9k words

a/n : inspired by his affinity lvl 15 story (?) aka the one where he gets handcuffed to the bed

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“oh,” sylus raises a brow, clearly finding this whole situation amusing. he’s handcuffed to his own bed with you straddling him, teasing him by tracing your index finger over his body. just how cocky were you?

sylus takes a deep breath in. “so you think you’ve got me now, is that right?”

you hum in response, stopping your finger near his abdomen. “think? no, i know,” you reply confidently, letting out a slight scoff. there was no way he could move, so you could find it freely as you pleased. this was the best scenario, and luckily you didn’t fumble it as this was your last attempt before the deadline reached.

unbeknownst to you, it’s not that he couldn’t un-cuff himselfー it’s actually quite offensive that you think that. it’s more of him wanting to see how far you would go if he wasn’t going to intervene, because it’s fun. how adorable you look thinking you’ve won, how eager you look to finally win against him in something. and so, he watches. eyes locked onto your every action and reaction as you try to find the hidden brooch.

you start at the top of his robe near his neck, your hand making it’s way down, slowly feeling for any small and hard object. you pat at the material rested on his chest, but still no sign.

sylus gives you a small smirk, and you narrow your eyes. you didn’t exactly trust him per se, even if he promised to keep his word. what if this was just a trick? what if he was just toying with you? what if he didn’t have the brooch?”

“are you sure the brooch is even on you?” you questioned. his growing smirk was only making you more suspicious by the minute.

“accusing me, kitten?” he asks, feigning disappointment. “you haven’t even finished looking.”

you roll your eyes at his words, mumbling a small whatever under your breath as you continued looking for the brooch. you smoothed your palm down his robe, patting around his waist. still nothing.

you were getting desperate at this pointー you were almost there. this was the best effort you’ve made so far, and you weren’t going to let your plan fail so easily. you swallow, trailing your hand further down his robe, albeit hesitantly. your hands were at his thigh, the thin material the only thing separating your skin with his.

mentally shaking your head to snap out of your thoughts, you continue feeling for where the brooch might be.

suddenly, you feel something hard. it’s hard, no mistake, but it was far from small.

…that’s definitely not the brooch.

“i’d be careful where you’re touching,” sylus speaks, his voice almost making you jump as you retracted your hand quickly. a tinge of red spreads across your cheeks, and you try to defend yourself.

“shutー quiet,” you stuttered. “i didn’t mean to, okay? sorry,” you apologized, breathing out as you tried to maintain your composure. focus on the goal, you repeated to yourself over and over again. you meet his eyes for a split second, and god, you want to wipe that smirk off his face.

he lets out a breathy chuckle, watching you get distracted as you panicked to look for the brooch.

you finally get to the bottom of his robe, but you find absolutely nothing. where else could he have hidden it? he had to have it with him… that was a rule, right?

“i swear, you’re playing with me,” you accused, defeated. how was this possible? you set everything up perfectly, and the one thing you couldn’t do was find the broochー despite being able to check him freely? “be honest, is it really on you or not?” you asked, squishing his cheeks together with your hand so he looks at you.

“oh, look at that,” he states, ignoring your question before tilting his head up slightly, glancing at the clock, then back to you.

“time’s up.”

you hear a soft click, your head snapping to the sound of the handcuffs unlocking as you let your hand fall.

your body moves instinctively, feet touching the floor as you push yourself off his bed to make your escape.

…only for him pull you back and throw you onto the bed, landing with a soft thud against his pillow. you try to lift yourself up again, but your wrists get pinned by his larger handsー all the more making it hard to move. you start to squirm a little, but decide it’s of no use.

“you really are naive,” sylus sighs, shaking his head in disappointment. how you thought a pair of poorly made handcuffs were supposed to restrict him was beyond comprehendible. “since you didn’t find it in time, i get to have my way with you.”

“whatever, justー just get on with it.” you roll your eyes, trying to act nonchalant, but you can’t help the sudden wave of pleasure that shoots through your body at his words.

complying, he slams his lips against yours, the kiss filled with hunger and greed. the kiss was far from sloppyー he made sure you felt everything, both physically and emotionally, very calculated. his tongue darts out to swipe against your bottom lip, and you gasp.

he takes this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, the wet sounds of making out filling his room as he continued to french kiss you.

removing his hand from one of your wrists, he opts to grip your waist instead, subtly pushing your shirt higher and higher, until your bra was exposed.

you shouldn’t be enjoying this. yet here you were, squirming under him as your thighs rubbed against one another, eager to feel any sort of stimulation. his mouth felt so warm as he continued kissing you, and so did the atmosphere.

feeling the movement of your thighs, he lets go of your other wrist, spreading your legs apart before slotting himself in between them, his crotch flushed against you. he doesn’t break the kiss once, letting you grind onto his hardened bulge to relieve yourself.

“sylus,” you breathed out, pushing him away gently to catch your breath. you panted softly, a string of saliva connecting the both of your lips as he pulled back.

“what, kitten?” he leans back smugly, admiring how red your lips were. all his doing, of course. “you can’t even handle a bit of kissing?”

“that was not a bit of kissing,” you retorted, looking away. you noticed your clothes were starting to stick onto your skin, presumably from the heat. you start to slowly unbutton your shirt one by one, but he’s not having any of that.

he smacks your hand away, ripping open the shirt like it was paper, some buttons popping off. you couldn't even protest as he pulled your bra down, exposing your tits.

"what the fuck, sylus! that was my favorite shirt," you scolded, furrowing your brows. it was one of the few shirts you decided to splurge on after contemplating for a long time, and the fact that he just tore it like that...

"how much?" he questions, squeezing one of your tits.

"what? like, a little over a hundredー"

"insignificant," he cuts you off, latching onto one of your nipples. he already knew whatever value you said wouldn't matter much to himー he could buy you a million of those shirts and there wouldn't be a single dent to his bank account.

he continues to suck and fondle, alternating between each tit to give them equal attention. he bites occasionally, each time making you gasp. you thread your fingers through his hair, pulling every time he sucked or bit too hard.

after what felt like hours, sylus finally pulls off you with a pop, staring at the red marks, shining with his saliva around your tits. even better that it's from his doing. he lets out a satisfied sigh.

"don't... look at me like that," you whisper, covering his eyes, feeling slightly embarrassed.

he lets out a breathy chuckle, bringing your palm to his lips to kiss it. "you're getting shy now? you weren't earlier when you were touching me all over," he points out, pulling your pants and underwear off in one clean motion.

"and don't think i forgot when you brushed against my..."

"that's 'cause i was looking for the brooch!" you argued, letting out a defeated sigh. "...just fuck me already."

"it's interesting that you think you're in any position to make demands." he flips you over onto your hands and knees, giving your ass a loud slap, resonating throughout the room. "ass up, don't take your own sweet time."

you clicked your tongue at his attitude, but did as he told anyway. as much as you didn't want to admit it, you were eager. the last time the both of you had sex, he fucked you until you were on the brink of tears, moaning and drooling into his pillows that he had to change them after. it was amazing, to say the very least.

sylus shifts behind you, undoing his robe and getting rid of his boxers quickly. his cock stands erected, large obviously, and it's clear he's already been hard since the beginning. even if you don't turn around to look, you knew just how much pre-cum was leaking from his cock as he rubs the coated tip between your embarrassingly wet folds. so much so that you didn't even need any preparationー not even his fingers to spread your pussy open.

he gives your ass another slap again, before guiding his cock into your tight entrance. your pussy stretches around him to accommodate his girth, instinctively clamping down the moment it entered.

"ngh, sylus," you moan, fingers gripping onto his sheets, pillows, anything you could grab on to as he pushed more of his inches into you. you'll never get enough of how big he feels inside you, the empty space previously now filled to the brim with his cock, stretching you out to mold your insides to the shape of him.

"fuck... always so fucking tight, huh?" sylus exhales, bottoming out inside you. though, there was still some of his length left that your cunt couldn't take in. "this cock is too big for you."

you whined in response, spreading your legs further to take more of him in comfortably, but you could barely do so from how filled you were. there was simply no space inside you.

"aw, too much for you, kitten?" he mocks. pulling back to leave only his tip in, before slamming his entire length back into you.

"shutー ahー up!" you cry out as you jerk forward from the sheer force of his thrust. his hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you back to meet each thrust of his cock. you should've known he was only going to go faster, his seemingly sweet and slow pace disappearing the moment he starts pounding into you at rapid speeds. his balls were hitting your clit every time he pushed his cock in, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

your sounds get louder and louder each time he fucks into you, so much so that you have to bury your face into the pillow to muffle your moans. it was going to happen againー his pillows stained with drool.

he slammed his hips against your ass harder, hoping to elicit more sounds from you. "sylus... mmph!" you moan, his name coming out unclear from how muffled you were.

"hmm?" he hums in question, pulling your hair to lift your face off the pillow. "who said that you could hide your pretty sounds?"

sylus pulls out before flipping you over again, this time taking a few seconds to admire your fucked out state. your face was flushed, half-lidded eyes and drool dribbling down the side of your mouth. he doesn't think he's ever seen a prettier sight.

"you're drooling," he points out, using his thumb to wipe some of it away. well, you knew that, but you don't care, because at this point, all you can think about is his cock. you've never been more grateful to him, more thankful that you met him, as he pushes his cock into you once more.

your walls feel so good around him, he has to take a brief breather before starting to thrust. such a tight cunt, he thinks again, because it's trueー he's never fucked this good of a pussy. wrapping around him so warmly, clenching onto him in all the right ways. he could die happy like this. he could die happy with you.

"fuck me, fuck meー fuck me," you beg, snapping him out of his thoughts. you push up against him, trying to move on your own, to take more of him in, to just do something. the lack of stimulation was killing you.

"stop," he hisses, gripping your thigh to stop you. "you're going to hurt yourself. let me do it."

and then he starts again, fucking you with so much vigor that you mentally question just how much stamina he actually has. he never lets his pace falter from then onwards, railing you as the bed starts to move along to his movements.

with no pillow to bury your face in, you couldn't hide your moans even if you wanted toー exactly what he wanted. you were screaming, "harderー fuckー yes! right there!"

"so noisy in bed," he groans, hands reaching up to intertwine your fingers with him. a small and sweet gesture, the complete opposite of how roughly he was ramming his cock deep inside you. repeatedly, at that same exact spot that had your eyes rolling backwards. if anyone was outside his doorー hell, not even outside his door, maybe even at a few rooms away, they would definitely still be able to hear you.

you wrap your legs around his waist tightly, feeling your orgasm approaching sooner than you thought. "sylus, i wannaー make me cum, please!"

no, he wanted to say. this wasn't your reward, you didn't even find the brooch. but he couldn't. because he was close too.

sylus wasn't going to deny you even if you didn't ask so nicely, even if you demanded him to. he knows the exact look on your face as you cum, and it's the same, perfect, expression that he loves so much each time. at your request, he lets go of one of your hands, dipping his fingers into your mouth before trailing down to rub circles around your clit.

unnecessary? yes, you were already soaking wet. just for good measure, he thinks. besides, you looked sexy with your mouth wrapped around his fingers, almost struggling with how much larger his digits were.

you start squirming, squeezing his hand tighter as he continues thrusting while rubbing, a deadly combo. "fuckー thaaat's it, be a good girl and cream on my cock."

"oh myー sylus!" you scream out his name as your orgasm hits you, eyes rolling back, nails digging into his hand, and your back arches off the bed. your pussy starts tightening and spasming around him like a vice. he feels you get so much, so much wetter that his cock almost slips out of you as he pulls back.

"such a sweet expression," he groans at the sight, pushing your legs back as he tries to angle his cock deeper into you. you try to close your legs from sensitivity, but he simply won't let you, not when he's so close to cumming.

"ohー yes, fuuuck..." he throws his head back with a final snap of his hips, his cock pulsing inside you as he pumps your pussy with cum, his thick load of semen coating your insides with warmth.

coming down from his high with a few more weak spurts of cum, he lets his head fall back down, a contented sigh as he pulls out slowly with a loud squelch. you whimper at the sensitivity, but also at the loss of his cock. his load takes a few seconds to dribble out, thick and creamy, leaving a trail down to your ass.

"satisfied?" he tilts his head, letting your legs down. "seems like you're done for tonight."

"yeah," you breathe out in exhaustion, feeling his hand caress your cheek. "the brooch," you paused, suddenly remembering.

"where is it, and... what's the actual punishment?"

sylus looks at you amused, reaching over to his robe tossed somewhere on the floor, unpinning the brooch before holding it towards you. "looking for this?"

you widened your eyes. how could it have been in his robe? you literally searched everywhereー

"i know what's going on in that little head of yours," he sighs, opening your palm to put it in your hand. "you got distracted, remember? you brushed past it and didn't even notice, kitten."

you groaned in frustration, mad at yourself that you didn't even notice. you basically just accused him for nothing.

"...and the actual punishment? for not getting the brooch in time?"

"no punishment," he states smugly, watching your lips part in disbelief.

"seriously? i put in a lot of effort into these plans, you know!" you smack his chest lightly. "i can't believe you."

"i'd say you gained a lot more than you lost," he says as a matter-of-factly, eyeing the white mess oozing out of your cunt.

"...shut up."

ー @yuki-world

[cordidy]

Finding you in the kitchen in the middle of the night...

It's 3AM, you got the munchies and he stumbles on you....

(just a dumb shower thought I had)

Feel free to steal the idea if you liked it, I just want a tag if you write anything cause this would probably be way to funny to miss lol

⭐️ Xavier ⭐️

Wakes up because he doesn't feel you next to him and zombie walks to the kitchen

Barely register what you're doing in the fridge

Doesn't say a thing and just sits on the ground, head on your lap, falling back asleep as you eat your cheese balls while petting his head

Will tell you he had "the strangest of dream" last night while sipping his coffee

🐠 Rafayel 🐠

Is already in the kitchen making a fucking quiche (this man has the worst sleeping schedule ever)

Acts sick when he sees you eating "plastic cheese" from the bag, even more so when you give him a full on cheesy smile to tease him

Ask your help with the quiche while sneakily throwing the bag of cheese in the trash when you're not looking

❄️ Zayne ❄️

Enters the kitchen waaaaayyyyy too sneakily and you both freeze like deers in headlight

He looks at you

And you look at him

And he looks at you

"I won't tell tommorow me if you don't tell tommorow you", he says with the softest voice while opening a cabinet and taking the cookie jar

You both end up seated on the kitchen ground, eating like gremlins

🐦‍ Sylus 🐦‍

Observes you silently from the kitchen door for a while, smirking as you fight with the peanut butter jar

"Do I need to open a tuna can for you Kitten ?" with a cocky tone

All blood drains from his face when he hears you yelp in pain as you cut yourself while making a sandwich cause he startled you

Will bring you night snack in bed and hand feed you grapes for a whole month to make amend (2 if you cry a bit)

🍎 Caleb 🍎

Will think you are a burglar and freezes, baffled, as he hold you at gunpoint ("Jeez ! I could have shoot you !") while you are munching cheese cube, undisturbed, in your fluffy PJs

Will tease you at first while calling you a weirdo...

...then steal your bag of cheese cube and throw them in your mouth and will be impressed you grabbed it

And again...

And again...

"...move a bit on your left....yeah !"

It will litteraly turn into a game to see how far he can throw them in your mouth from

[omiiuvz]

LITTLE LOVIN' —ੈ✩‧₊˚

sylus x fem!reader

SYLUS BF/RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS

SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE MDNI, mainly fluff tho, lots of this is taken/inspired from the new 2.0 update!

note : I spent 3 hours playing the new update and getting into that sylus lore... my goodness he's so sexy. ALSO THE PETNAMES?!?@?@,$$ im weak🧎‍♀️

◇ his love language: gift giving and physicial touch

gift giving : he's filthy rich, he has so much money he didn't know what to put use on but now that he has you? it's all he ever spends his golden cash on. he will give you his black card because well... "I don't have any use for it, so take it. I'll just use my other card"

physical touch : he thought he wasn't one to be a fan of PDA, however the more he spent time with you the more he was needy for your touch. he found himself loving every time you kissed him, embraced him, or patted his silver hair.

sylus despite still mysterious, you learn more about his true nature as you spend more time together. he finds himself "going soft" whenever it comes to you. or so as kieran and luke say, yet maybe it is a good thing. life was so boring and repititive before, but now with you, he finds himself wanting to stop time.

◇ terms of endearment

Pet names: Kitten, Sweetie, Sweetheart, My love, little miss attitude (to annoy you)

What you call him: Sy, Hon, Baby, My love, bitch and old man (when he annoys you)

you and mephisto become quite the duo (mephisto is lowkey tired of you). whenever sylus is out of the manor and mephisto is not needed, you use the spare time to bond with the bird. you'll ask him questions about sylus, random questions like "chicken or turkey?" just to tease him. however due to your new friendship with the bird, you have stopped eating any type of bird all together as you "feel guilty" you tell sylus.

Sylus will never admit to feeling jealous, he isn't one to succumb nor to be seen as weak. It'll hurt his ego if he admits his jealousy. instead he will make it subtly clear that you are his. a man is talking to you during a banquet? he will announce himself.

"I've been looking for you, sweetie." as he announces himself—and completely ignores the guy you were talking to— making it clear that you belong to him. he wraps an arm around you pulling you close, the seething feeling still not withering away. you can feel a squeeze on your waist, and he looks down at you with a certain glance of annoyance.

in response you smile at him, batting your eyelashes before you softly grab him by the cheek pulling him closer. giving him a quick kiss on the lips for his peace of mind, as you whisper,

"you're cute when you're jealous" this makes his eyebrow quirk, meanwhile you go back to talking business with the now seemingly awkward man who was speaking to you before.

sylus struggles a bit in expressing his emotions, being the leader of onychinus has somewhat desensitized him. so whenever you both get into arguments, it can get slightly difficult on getting your sides across.

but he loves teasing you, loves seeing the way you get annoyed or when you cheeks flush at his antics. it makes his heart flutter, and pride swell.

he also will not fail to compliment you, or say some sort of teasing—and sometimes perverted—comment when he sees you. especially when hes greeted with you dawning his grey sweater that's so big on you it makes you smaller than you already are. the hem of the sweater reaching halfway down your thighs.

"Kitten that is much too big for you" he'll tease, but inside it makes him burn inside. he's mentally scolding himself, but also at the same time thinking innapropriate thoughts of you just because you wore his damn sweater.

you not even baring a second thought, only happily skipping your way to him where he is sat, legs crossed on the couch. glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, with a book placed in his hands. that book was soon thrown aside by him as you situate yourself on his lap. sylus is praying inside that you don't feel the bulge growing under his pyjama pants. but you do, you just don't mention a thing.

"it's so comfy though! i see why you always like wearing it now." you wrap your arms around his neck, meanwhile sylus has a hand on your waist and one on your now more exposed thigh. he's basically encased by you, ruby orbs can't help but stare down and see how his sweater has now risen up on you. allowing him to see the black lace panties peak out, causing him to suck in a breath through bitten lips.

"kitten." sylus's voice has gotten more low and breathless, its a warning for you to stop whatever game you are trying to play.

"what? don't I look good? do you want me to take it of-"

"don't." he cuts you off, and you find your faces milimetres away that cut down to 0 with him slamming his lips onto yours. the hand on your waist now on the back of your head to bring you closer, and you melt beneath him.

on the daily and in public sylus likes to give you quick pecks on the lips to catch you off guard. he'll place a kiss on the back of your hand whenever he finds himself completely enthralled by you.

he likes it when you beckon him to come down, only just to kiss him on the cheek. it's one of the very small ways you can get such an intimidating man to fluster.

behind close doors however, sylus's kisses are more slow, passionate, yet gentle. his large hands will always hold your cheeks or the back of your head. he'll smirk slightly through your kiss whenever its one out of the blue, or as a reward.

sometimes just to spite you he will pinch you by the waist making you gasp. this allows him to push his tongue inside, deepening your kiss. it leaves you begging for more, and blushing profusely.

in conclusion sylus is a loving boyfriend. he's overprotective for obvious reasons, but that doesn't prevent him from going on dates or simply just to spend time with you.

you have unlocked a new side of sylus, and he doesn't mind that. all he wants you to know is that he loves you in a way he simply cannot describe nor tell. you are his most treasured ruby.

@omiiuvz || 07.15.24

©️ all rights reserved. do not copy , repost , alter , plagiarize my work.

[faintrustle]

"He's kind of attractive if you like your man rough around the edges."

[kykyonthemoon]

How to babysit a wounded little Hunter

Injured after a mission, you now indulge yourself in his special tender loving care.

ಇ. Character x Female Reader fanfic,

including Caleb, Rafayel, Xavier and Zayne

ಇ. Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, early stage of established relationship

A little heads up: The writer will not take responsibility for any side effect (such as toothache) that might come after reading the fic.

ಇ. Word count: 4k

ಇ. Requested by Wytchie Pie and x

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𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃

You dimly sensed footsteps in the bedroom, and then one side of the bed sank. The acquainted scent and warmth embraced you. A cool hand rested on your forehead. In an instant, the heat in your body subsided.

So as soon as that hand was gone, you seized it.

"Don't go…"

You mumbled in a daze. There was a quiet laugh close to your ear, and then that palm brushed against your forehead again.

"If you don't let go, how can I take your temperature then, pipsqueak?"

You recognized that voice. It was Caleb's. So you acted even more aggressively. You yanked his hand tighter, so much so that his entire body appeared to collapse into the bed, just a little above yours.

"Huh? Aren't you a little too strong for someone who is sick?" Caleb laughed again. The sort of laughter that made you feel considerably better.

"I'm not sick." You were persistent, still. "Just feeling a little sleepy."

Caleb's hand tried to pull away from you. But perhaps he kept it that way on purpose, since given your current state, he would have no problem withdrawing if he truly wanted you to let go.

Caleb's hand patted you a little tenderly. He managed to grab the thermometer with his free hand. He took your temperature, then exclaimed: 

"Almost forty Celsius!"

You exhaled heavily, almost a moan. Every part of you felt irritated and heated. Despite this, you dismissed it, saying:

"I'm not... sick..."

Caleb used the chance to release his wrist from you. You opened your eyes slightly and gave him a disappointed expression.

"You have such a high fever, yet still saying you're not sick?" Caleb mumbled, but you caught every word. He handed you medicine, but you did not take it.

"Too bitter." You said.

"Quit whining. "Just take it and go to sleep."

"If I take it… you'll have to stay here with me, okay?"

Caleb sighed. "Only until you sleep, pipsqueak."

You smiled faintly and fast to accept the pills from Caleb's hand. You clutched his hand securely as you drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the Wanderers, the escapes, and the secrets in which you were a part of. Then, when you woke up again, you noticed Caleb seated beside the bed.

“You're awake now, pipsqueak?” He smiled at you. He was rather relieved. He put a hand on your forehead again. “Yup. No more fever."

Caleb's presence seemed to chase the nightmares away. You removed his hand from your forehead and held it tightly.

“How long have I been sleeping?”

"Let's see…" Caleb brushed his chin. "When you arrived home last night, you went to bed right away. You got a high temperature around early morning. From the time you took the medicine and fell asleep until now, I've finished a whole movie, cooked a delicious pot of porridge, and measured your temperature three times."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Caleb laughed. He squeezed your hand once. "You've just been asleep for a few hours. But it is past noon now. Are you hungry?"

You shook your head.

"Are you sure?" Caleb asked again. "I made a super delicious pork rib porridge for you though."

You opened your eyes wide and looked at him. Pork rib porridge was a dish he would often cook when you were sick and no longer in a mood to eat anything. That dish always helped you feel better, even just hearing about it was enough to make you crave food again.

"Pork rib porridge…"

You could only whisper that much when Caleb pressed the tip of your nose and said:

“I knew right away that you couldn't resist food.”

A minute later, the room was filled with the aroma of a still-hot bowl of porridge. Caleb put it on a little tray over the bed. You lay back against the cushion, staring at the meal in front of you as if it were a rare delicacy, despite the fact that the ingredients were absolutely basic.

You looked over at Caleb. He was observing you. "What's wrong? Still no appetite?"

“It's too hot…” You pouted. “Besides,… both my arms and body are aching…”

It took a quite difficult mission in extreme weather, and a high fever to receive special care at your bedside. How could you not enjoy it?

Caleb read you right away. He said: “What? The Hunter in Linkon wants me to feed her? Weren't you delirious this morning, saying you had to go fight off Wanderers?”

“When did I say that? But it's okay if you don't help me. I don't want to eat anymore.”

“Are you still a three-year-old then?”

Even though he grumbled, Caleb still smiled very gently. He scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew on it to cool down, then held it out to you.

You opened your mouth really wide, making him chuckle. When he saw that you were eating well, Caleb felt relieved. He teased:

"I thought you're a grown-up now and wouldn't need me to take care of you anymore."

You replied, still with a mouthful of pork rib porridge: "When you lose your cooking skills, I won't really need you anymore then."

Caleb laughed aloud. He patted your head and said: "I didn’t expect my vacation to turn into a part-time job for babysitting. If I catch a fever from you, you must take care of me in return.”

You rose up in a sudden and pressed your still-hot face into the crook of Caleb's neck, nearly dropping the porridge spoon.

“Then I’ll cook pork rib porridge for you. Just heads-up though, even if it tastes yucky, you must eat it all!”

𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

The door to the hospital room opened. Rafayel's curly purple hair appeared. And immediately, your phone lit up with a text message from Thomas:

[The little devil is coming for you. Sorry, I did my best.]

You exhaled. Clearly, he had not done his best. That was why Rafayel was here, staring at you with such a deep gaze from the entrance.

"Er… "Hello, Rafayel..." You waved your arm, attempting to greet him with a warm smile.

"Rafayel?" He frowned. "Do you still remember that we know each other?"

"Huh? Why did you...?" You left your sentence incomplete as Rafayel surged inside. He placed his hands on his hips, his expression filled with slanderous words as he accused you.

"Who are you? Do I know you? It's been eight hundred years. Jellyfishes are walkin' naked. Sea turtles climb trees. Sharks are eatin' grass for free! And finally, you remembered me?"

You frowned. Why was there something that rang so familiar with this scenario? Yet it was still off.

“Rafayel, I—”

“When are you going to tell me you're hurt?”

Rafayel pointed a finger directly to your shoulder, where the white bandage was visible through the hospital gown. That was the real reason he was precisely distressed.

“Even Thomas knew you were injured. Yet you didn't say a word to me?! You left me waiting alone for three hours at the exhibition. I can't believe you stood me up!”

You lifted your hand, intending to remind Rafayel to keep his voice down because you were both in the hospital. But he gave you no opportunity to speak.

"Do you realize how scared I was? When Thomas told me you couldn't come, I thought about all the things that could happen to you!”

"Rafayel…" You finally found a chance to interrupt him.  “Let's calm down first. I didn't mean to hide it from you, it's just... I haven't told you yet..."

Rafayel crossed his arms. He was still irritated.

“I can't believe it! You deliberately manipulated me with your innocence so that I would let you get away this time!”

You felt dizzy in the head, and your ears were ringing with Rafayel's nagging words and accusations. The injured one was you. Why did you feel as if you had just committed a great sin?

"ARGHHH!" You shouted and clutched your bandaged shoulder. "It hurts!"

Rafayel quickly forgot the rage in his heart. He moved right away to the bed and gently raised your arm. His eyes were full of concern and anxiety.

“Are you hurt? I'll call the doctor here right away!”

You grasped Rafayel's hand, urging him to stay with you.

“See? I'm still very strong. Just a little hurt."

"How much is a little?" Rafayel frowned. You could feel his hot glare on your shoulder, soaking into the bandage and searing your wound.

"… This much." You clasped your thumb and index finger to form a circle, then held it up for Rafayel to see. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest.

"I don't believe you anymore." He continued to speak with a condescending tone. "I have to check it out with my own eyes."

"Huh? What do you mean?…” You suddenly blushed. Rafayel looked at you with serious eyes, yet very sincere. He replied:

“Your wound. I want to see it."

The mere notion of Rafayel wanting to look behind your garments made your cheeks flame. You withdrew your hand and refused:

“I told you I'm fine… Don't make such a scene…”

“If I don't see it, how can I be sure you're not lying to me? This isn't the first time you've hidden your injuries..."

That was all Rafayel said. You gazed at him for a second. Aside from being concerned about you, he was also saddened since you had repeatedly hidden your wounds from him. A great deal when you did not want to bother him, he always found out and became much more frustrated.

"Alright then…"

Eventually, you had to give in. You turned your back to Rafayel and carefully slipped the shirt collar down your shoulder, displaying the neatly wrapped bandages around your torso.

You could see your reflection in the front window. Your face turned crimson. And Rafayel stood next to the bed, attentively investigating you, his fingers softly caressing the gauze, causing you to bow slightly in pain as well as anxiousness.

“Yet you said it was just a little wound.” Rafayel muttered. It was his hand that drew your collar back up. And the next thing you knew, you were upgraded to the best room at the hospital.

You weren't used to how wealthy people spent their money. You looked at Rafayel, who had constantly been by your side during your hospital stay. He requested you to remain in the most advanced hospital room, with the greatest level of care. More than that, he refused to leave your side even when you asked to be alone.

"You don't have to do this, Rafayel." You spoke as he was peeling the fruit for you.

"Open your mouth." He handed you a slice of mango. Even if your lips stated it wasn't required, you nevertheless welcomed all of his attention.

"I'm serious…" As soon as you finished swallowing the mango, he gave you another slice. "Really, um... This mango is truly delicious..."

"Do you crave anything else?" Rafayel purposely ignored every time you told him he didn't need to stay there all day and night to care for you. Your wound had improved significantly.

“I think I can be discharged from hospital and get back to work now…” You said. “I don't want to bother you anymore…”

"What's that?" Rafayel pretended not to hear you. “I think I heard the sound of abalone porridge just being delivered to the hospital. Let me go grab it.”

You sighed. Another expensive meal he had prepared for you. But you knew how much you would miss these things when you left the hospital at last and could no longer benefit from his tender loving care.

“Maybe I'll stay here one more day... You're spoiling me too much...” You muttered beneath your breath, but Rafayel overheard everything. He pinched your cheek and responded:

“You're staying because of the delicious food, not because of my devoted service? This is so heartbreaking! Then, after you've recovered, I'll make you repay everything. You have to work overtime as my bodyguard too!"

𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

You crept along the hospital's vacant rear door. You were just hospitalized in the afternoon due to an injury suffered while on job. Even though the doctor advised you to stay for additional examination, you believed the damage was minor. On top of that, the mission was not yet over. You needed to get back to headquarters.

Unfortunately, your escape did not go well. You ran into a familiar shoulder before you could complete the corridor.

"X-Xavier?" You became pale, but not because of the pain. It was only that you were astonished and a little ashamed when caught red-handed.

His look was incredibly complicated, ranging from apprehensive to serious and somewhat furious.

"Where are you going?" he inquired.

You didn't dare to reveal the truth, so you invented an excuse: "Ah... well... The hospital room is quite boring, so I decided to go for a stroll."

"From the back door?"

"Er… I heard the nurse say this is a quicker shortcut to the garden..."

Xavier gazed at you for some time. You clutched your hand tight, terrified that he would not believe that ridiculous excuse. Yet, Xavier nodded at you: "Then let's go together."

Before you could respond, Xavier grabbed your hand and led you outside. It was night time, the wind blew, sending you a slight chill. Xavier took off his coat and draped it over your shoulders. That incredibly gentle gesture made you feel more guilty than ever for lying to him.

“Lead the way.” He told you shortly. For some reason, you had the impression that he was in extreme anger over you.

During the stroll, you didn't dare to speak, and Xavier did the same. He strolled close to you, as if keeping watch rather than walking together. You wandered about for a long time, but there was no trace of the hospital's garden anywhere. Xavier continued to follow your every step in such silence. Him being like that evoked even more guilt in your heart.

At last, you couldn't take it any longer and had to confess: "Xavier... Actually... The truth is, I don't know where the garden is..."

At that point, he spoke up and asked: "So why did you leave your hospital room?"

You didn't dare look into his eyes, so you just stammered an explanation: "Ah... My injury is nothing to be concerned about... That's why I... planned to return to headquarters..."

You noticed Xavier's hands clenching into fists. Fearing he'd be upset, you added: "The doctor also said my injury wasn't too serious— Ah!"

Xavier abruptly pulled your wrist, causing the wound on your arm to hurt. He read through your face which was miserable but still faking a smile. His voice turned sharp:

“If I hadn't caught you, would you really have sneaked away from the hospital?”

Your body convulsed in pain, but you were more concerned about Xavier's rage. You said, "I'm sorry... I was wrong... I'll return to the hospital room right now..."

"Good." Xavier responded curtly. Then he quickly leaned down and held you up in the attitude of a princess being carried.

"W-What are you doing, Xavier?"

"Let's take you back to the hospital room." His expression remained frigid, making you both terrified and embarrassed to be carried by him in such a manner.

Xavier did not return to the same path you had taken. Instead, he took you into the front entrance, where many people, including patients and hospital staff, could see you.

"Xavier? You... put me down! "They are looking at us!"

"I want them to see, so they know you intend to escape the hospital and will monitor you more closely."

Your cheeks became scarlet with humiliation. You swore you saw a kid pointing at you and chuckling, "Mom! I want to be carried like that princess, too!"

And you swore you saw Xavier smirking at that.

After an embarrassing journey, you finally arrived at your room. Xavier set you down on the bed. He chose to remain silent with you as punishment for your unsuccessful escape. You saw him sitting in the corner of the room, peeling a red apple for you.

“Xavier?”

You called out, but he didn't look at you and just replied curtly:

“Rest.”

“Are you angry with me?…”

Xavier's silence revealed the answer. You groaned and pulled the warm cover up high, as if to conceal yourself away from Xavier's rage, but he remained as quiet as a cloudless sky.

When he finished with the apple, he brought it over and gave you a slice. "Eat."

You did not enjoy this cold and distant demeanor of Xavier. If he was upset with you, he should have expressed it directly. You knew it was your fault, and he was so concerned about you that he got mad when you lied to him like that.

"Xavier, I'm sorry…" Your hands seized Xavier's wrist, which was clutching the apple slice. Your eyes widened as much as possible, even giving the impression that you were going to cry.

In the end, the ploy worked. His gaze had softened completely. He placed the plate of apples on the bed and used his other hand to elevate your chin a little. He said: "If you know your fault, then obediently eat all of these and rest."

His hand softly separated your lips, and his other hand inserted a slice of apple for you to eat. You were back in the sunshine, coaxing him to sit on the bed next to you.

"I'll give you three days to recover." Xavier spoke, his voice still agitated, but you could feel his boundless care and love.

"Then I shall bother you to watch over me for a few more days!"

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

You had just returned to your private cabin at the icy mountain base when you heard a tap at the door. You answered the door, wondering who was seeking for you at this hour, and there was Doctor Zayne, holding a first-aid kit while standing outside.

“Zayne?” Your eyes caught the blood on his face and neck. Snow adhered to his dark hair. You took a step back and allowed him inside. "Why are you here?"

Your team had accepted the mission of rescuing people caught in an avalanche created by a group of Wanderers on the mountain. You had learnt that a team of physicians from Akso Hospital was also on their way. But you did not expect to see Zayne here.

Zayne set the first aid pack on the table and then turned to you. He went on to say: "I'm here to do my duty as a doctor."

You widened your eyes and inquired him again, "Your duty as a doctor?"

Zayne pointed to your abdomen, which was soaked from your own blood oozing through the gauze you had recklessly covered earlier.

"Oh dear…" You cried out. You were so engaged in battles that you didn't have time to look at your wound. Your head began spinning as a result of excessive blood loss.

Zayne's powerful arms directed and assisted you to the table. He put you to the wooden table and took a chair to sit in front of you.

"Doctor Zayne, what are you going to do?"

You noted this when you found his hand on the hem of your shirt. He seemed to want to lift it up.

"Treating you."

You knew that. But you were still extremely nervous when thinking that he was about to lift up your shirt. So your hand was still securely grasping his, preventing him from moving any further.

“I've already bandaged it. A nurse also helped me stitch up the wound earlier..."

During the turmoil, you recalled being stabbed in the abdomen. A nurse assisted you in stitching it up, but because there were so many others with more serious injuries, you let her tend to them while you put bandages over yourself and returned to the battlefield. Perhaps your clumsiness caused the wound to bleed a great deal more.

Zayne used his other hand to remove yours before pulling your shirt up. The gauze surrounding your abdomen was drenched in blood. He slowly withdrew it as you writhed in pain and embarrassment.

"Try to sit still for a bit, will you?"

Zayne's soothing voice burst out, calming you down a lot. You sat on the table, your hands lifting your body up while you looked down at the doctor who was treating your wound. The fact that you had to display your skin beneath his gaze made you uneasy and desire to cover your face. But Zayne was quite professional. He remained silent and entirely concentrated on his work. He cleansed the wound and applied a new layer of gauze. His warm breath occasionally wafted against your skin, causing you to tremble slightly. Even when his frigid fingers touched you, it seemed like you were being scorched.

"It's done."

Zayne said after fixing the new layer of gauze. You were a little discontent when his fingers left you. You were ready to pull your top back down when Zayne lightly rubbed his fingers against your abdomen.

“Ouch!” Even though the place he touched was not wounded, you were still startled and embarrassed.

“Just checking it again.” Zayne elaborated. He had you sitting on the table, your bandaged abdomen at his eye level. You could feel his stare through the gauze, pausing a bit too long in areas that were not covered by anything.

“Doctor Zayne… Are you done now?”

You attempted to keep your speech cool, but your crimson cheeks could have given you away. Zayne appeared to flash a little smile. You felt the icy sensation of his fingertip on your skin again as he slid it beneath the hem of your shirt, then pulled it back down.

"I am now." He answered while returning the supplies to the first aid kit. "Don't be so reckless next time. You have to care for yourself first before you can save others.”

"Hold on." You stopped him. You altered your position and stared into his eyes. "You always say so, but can you actually do what you say?"

Zayne tilted his head to look at you. You took advantage of the moment and raised his chin to have a better look. He had a minor cut on his forehead, and the blood on his body was most likely someone else's.

"You rushed here to take care of me, while you, yourself, are in this condition."

You spoke. His hand found your wrist.

"I barely got a few scrapes. Not as concerning as someone who rushed into the battlefield with a bleeding stomach."

"Whether the wound is big or small, it can be critical." You stated precisely what Dr. Zayne told you whenever he saw you injured, even if it was only a little cut.

Realizing that he had just tasted his own medicine, Zayne let out a small laugh. Then he tugged your hand, causing you to almost lean towards him. He gazed into your eyes for quite a while.

"So, my doctor, will you treat me?"

You blushed again. Zayne relinquished his hand, allowing you to properly wipe the blood off his face. You had to confess that you were a little awkward, owing to your unexpected closeness to Zayne in such a private and calm setting. He probably could hear your heart racing. He supported your hand which was holding a sterilized cotton pad and said:

"If you want to become a skilled doctor, in situations like this you must be even calmer."

"I'm not as professional as Dr. Zayne." You answered with a little caustic tone. "You were able to treat my wound so calmly just now."

Zayne gazed at you for an instant. His face remained calm, but his eyes were not.

"I'm a skilled doctor. Yet, it doesn’t imply that I wouldn't feel anything while treating the girl I like in such a... condition."

[woncheolisms]

how about soft! dom xav (& rafayel if u want/can) with a shy, nervous reader?

warnings: fem!reader, smut, nsfw, swearing, soft!dom xavier and rafayel

XAVIER:

I firmly believe that Xavier is a soft dom more than anything else.

He is often unexpressive, withdrawn, and so it can be hard to tell what he is thinking or feeling. But this does not apply to you.

Xavier knows you are shy, and often get anxious. So he tries his best to communicate with you even if it is tough for him.

In bed, he can almost feel your apprehension. It hides in your tense muscles, every fiber taut and strained. He can sense your uncertainty, unsure of what to do, so he takes the lead.

He will maneuver you into a position he knows you would both enjoy, pinning you in place and making sure you are stimulated enough that all the worries dissipate from your mind until it is nothing but mush, focused only on how good his cock feels, the electricity shooting up your spine from how his thumb works your clit.

His lips are pressed close to the shell of your ear, and though he is not big on words, his moans of your name are answer enough.

“So good. You’re so good, darling.”

It’s simple words, but coming from him, they light a fire in you. They make you arch your back up to him, and Xavier hums in approval. He hooks his hands under your knees and pulls them up to your chest into a fucking mating press, until the angle has you creaming around his rapidly pounding cock.

And he will moan in tandem with you, almost as if deriving his pleasure from yours, and when he is close to finishing, he huffs in your ear about how he’s going to fill your pussy up and how you’re going to take it. Not a request, an order, and you comply enthusiastically.

Aftercare is detailed and delicate, with him running his hands over every joint he bent harshly, making sure he soothed your aches. Best believe he will run a bath for both of you to relax in as well.

RAFAYEL:

Let's establish one thing about Rafayel; he is a yapper.

He talks, and talks, and talks, and that includes bedroom activities.

During your first time, he can tell just how nervous you are, so his way of reassurance is with his words.

He’s always teasing, always sassy, but it dims when he sees your apprehension, and it is replaced with sweet encouragement, telling you just how much he loves you, or how pretty you are, or how he’s going to take good care of you.

He guides you through it, hoping that vocalizing will help you become more comfortable.

“Lay back for me baby, just like that. You look so pretty like this.”

As things start getting hotter and heavier, best believe the talking will get filthier. And his voice will get more and more broken.

“Such a pretty little pussy. Can’t believe you were hiding this from me all this time. My cock could’ve been buried in you a lot earlier if I knew.”

He guides you with gentle but firm hands into positions he knows will hit all the right angles, and while his cock has you mewling and squirming under him, his teeth nip at your jaw and neck, leaving tiny marks like he’s marking his property.

“Need everyone to know who you belong to, sweetheart. Nobody else is gonna fuck this little cunt. Only me.”

And it’s this dirty tongue and furiously pounding cock that pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you, cooing and crooning about how sexy you look and how he wants to immortalize you in a painting forever.

Aftercare is more lighthearted. Rafayel is back to his teasing, whiny self. He makes quips about how you moaned so good for him until you groan in embarrassment and try to push him away. He is undeterred though, he has ammunition to banter back and forth with you. Also, he made you cum so many times that you couldn’t even count. This man’s ego isn’t coming down to Earth anytime soon.

[crispin-kreme]

XAVIER when . . . you leave him for a while (inspired by this and one fanfic i saw)

no warnings just grammatical errors , not proofread

zayne | rafayel

he hopes that you barge in his apartment and just snuggle with him. xavier couldn't sleep peacefully without you, so it was that bad.

xavier tries to update but he's getting anxious. he's aimlessly fighting off the wanderers and walking around the city to look for you, to catch a glimpse of you.

and surely, he doesn't leave your text messages quietly.

"i just woke up, sorry for the late reply. are you still busy?"

"i'm sorry for over sleeping– are you back?"

"i thought you came back to my apartment but i was just dreaming."

"when will you come back? the stars are waiting for you and so am i."

due to your prior commitments, you didn't have the time to inform him or notify him. xavier was getting worried because he thinks its maybe his fault or the like.

you come back to your own apartment seeing the messages. one message said that his apartment is unlocked, waiting for you. you go downstairs to see if this was true and yes, xavier's apartment was just unlocked for a couple of minutes ago.

you tiptoed to his room and went under the covers with xavier. he was so peacefully sleeping.

he feels your weight on the bed so he stirrs in his sleep "a-are you back?" he asks groggily. you nodded and stroked his cheek "i'm back, xavier. now get back to sleep." you said softly in a hushed tone.

xavier wraps you around his arms as he snuggles into your neck "it isn't a dream. i'm so glad you're back." he says softly. you smiled and embraced him- humming a lullaby and rubbing his back for him to sleep properly.

he's glad that he isn't dreaming, he wants to always wake up with you by his side.

[sourcherrybites]

Lazy mornings (blurb)

Glass divider by @strangergraphics

Characters: Sylus, Zayne x MC!Reader

a/n: Hi, I'm still writing the submissions, just trying to write through the burnout

It's 6 a.m. when his phone rings, his alarm going off to remind him in less than two hours, he ought to be in the hospital for a 12-hour shift, but he really doesn't want to, if he's honest —It's Saturday and his body is absolutely wrecked from the previous night's activities; dancing for hours, stupid drunk challenges and something that gave him a bruise on the thigh.

And there's another reason for him not wanting to get up. You're there. Your hair sprawled on the pillow, your hand gripping his sleeve tightly, and the other guy in the bed.

He doesn't even remember how did y'all ended up in the same bar, even in the same bed, but you introduced him as Sylus –weird ass name in his opinion, but no judging–, quite taller than him and with an obsession of keeping a hand on your hair.

The point is that that guy now has a hand on his hips and a murderous look on his face behind those snow-white locks. "She's not awake yet, " he mutters in a groggy voice, and Zayne has nothing left to do but comply with the unspoken instructions and not leave.

So he is back under the covers, his arms around your waist while you tussle and turn, yawning softly.

And you are so pretty, with swollen eyes from a good night's sleep, pouty lips and frowned eyebrows, and it's even prettier the way you smile at both of them.

"mornin'..."

You whisper, and Sylus leans in to kiss your forehead. "Morning, kitten." He grumbles against your skin. "Morning," Zayne says as well, also kissing you but this time on the cheek.

"Dr. Zayne had somewhere to go, but he didn't want to leave without saying goodbye to you," Sylus murmured with a malicious look on his face, knowing exactly what was coming. "Don't leave... It's Saturday, Zayne..." You protest with a pout, and how can he ever say no to you? — He'll just have to call in sick.

And that's how you three end up in all morning in a comfortable silence, and Zayne learns two things; Sylus is definitely more than a friend to you, and that little prick is going to be a pain in the ass for a while.

©sourcherrybites 2025

[strwberri-milk]

hi hiii :D

i was hoping you’d take in this request of the lads men at reader’s graduation ceremony/party after she completes a hard degree she’s been studying for all this time :3

like what would the boys reaction be as they see her name being called out to get her degree on stage, and their interaction after the ceremony is over :D pretty pleaseeee

i’m gonna use this as motivation to study hard for my upcoming exam week hahaha

thank you take care <333

ughh tbh i skipped my graduation so i just made stuff up LMAO also i didnt define a degree bc hard degree is v v subjective lolol

He would clear his entire schedule to be there with you. It doesn't matter what he's doing that day - it doesn't matter. You can argue with him all you want, especially if he has an event that comes up you perceive as being more important. Rafayel and Sylus basically make up their own schedules so they've made sure that nothing is planned. Zayne and Xavier have booked the day off months in advance, knowing that they wanted absolutely nothing to get in the way.

He's also got his camera - phone or DSLR in Rafayel's case - to take a bunch of photos. He's going to commemorate this special occasion of course and is more than happy to either stage some photos, or just take dozens of photos of you. He also got a special bouquet just for you.

You can see Zayne in the audience clapping and smiling at you proudly. He doesn't do super big displays of affection, especially since this is an event for you, not him. When you walk the stage he's taking a bunch of photos, both for your reference and his.

He gives you the flowers he bought out to the event, passersby looking a little jealously at how extravagant and luscious they look. You don't notice at all considering all you can focus entirely on his little speeches about how proud he is of you.

Xavier's incredibly excited to be present at your graduation. He's smiling and clapping for you, also not a big cheerer but the happiness in his eyes is pretty obvious. When you finally step off of the stage he opens his arms to you, letting you run at him and hugging you tightly. His bouquet for you is super cute, a slight mess but still adorable. He put together a bouquet of treats - whatever it is you may like - as well as little plush or trinkets that you adore. It's not traditional but the grin you give him is more than worth it.

Rafayel's your personal photographer, nobody questioning the guy with the giant camera as he comes closer to the stage. You're a little embarrassed by how happy he is but you also can see that he's trying to keep things lowkey as much as possible. He showers you in affection once you step off the stage, taking you back to his car where he's got a giant bouquet hiding in the trunk. You stare at it, wide mouth and slack jawed as he just shrugs it off, telling you it's still in there because he couldn't carry it to the auditorium without destroying it.

Sylus sits in the audience, absolutely bored until your name is called. As soon as he hears the first syllable he brings his fingers to his mouth, letting out a sharp whistle that startles everyone, including you. He heard other people doing it and he wanted to outshine them all for the love of his life. His bouquet is very fancy and he's decided not to take it out in public just in case, presenting you with a lavish bouquet of flowers made of hundred dollar bills.

[neonbonded]

They Hear You Insult Yourself—and Decide to Correct It. Thoroughly

♡ ft. Caleb, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus x fem!reader ♡ cw: body image insecurity, soft angst, intense husband-core reassurance, protective hands everywhere, ends spicy ♡ a/n: it’s just a passing comment. a little sigh, a muttered insult, a careless pinch of skin in the mirror. You didn’t think it mattered. but to them? it’s the worst thing you’ve ever said, and they’ll prove exactly why you’re wrong—slowly, desperately, until you’re gasping their name and forgetting what you ever doubted. PC: @chiaki_0219_3 on X

Caleb

It happens in the bathroom.

You’re standing in front of the mirror in nothing but a pair of pajama shorts and one of Caleb’s old t-shirts. The cotton clings a little more than you’d like, highlighting the soft lines of your stomach.

You pinch at your side, frowning.

“Ugh. Could stand to lose a few.”

It’s quiet. Barely more than a mutter under your breath. The kind of thing you’ve said a hundred times before without thinking.

You don’t realize Caleb’s there until you hear the sharp inhale behind you.

You freeze.

Your eyes meet his in the mirror—and the look on his face guts you. Wide, shocked, almost hurt. Like he just watched you slap yourself across the face.

“Sweetheart,” he breathes, voice so soft it nearly breaks.

“Caleb—” you start, cheeks hot, already trying to wave it off.

But he doesn’t let you.

In two strides, he’s right behind you. His hands slide around your waist, big palms splaying over your stomach like he’s trying to shield it from your own words. His chin rests on your shoulder, eyes dark as they meet yours in the glass.

“Don’t do that,” he whispers.

“Do what?”

“Say things like that. Look at yourself like that.” His arms tighten. “Talk about yourself like you’re anything less than the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You swallow hard. “I was just—”

“No.” His voice dips lower, a rough little rasp that turns your legs to water. “You were tearing yourself apart. And I won’t have it.”

His hands slip under your shirt, palms warm and reverent as they stroke over the skin you were just criticizing.

“Do you even know what I see when I look at you?” he murmurs against your neck. “Because it’s sure as hell not flaws. It’s this. All of this.” His hands squeeze, slow and adoring. “Soft and warm and mine.”

Your breath hitches. He catches it with his mouth, pressing a slow, deep kiss to your neck that makes your knees wobble.

“Caleb…”

He turns you gently, until you’re facing him. His eyes are molten—devastated and starving all at once.

“Say something good about yourself,” he whispers.

Your heart twists. “What?”

“Just one thing. For me.”

You hesitate. His thumb strokes your cheek, patient but insistent. So you whisper, “I… like my smile.”

Caleb’s face breaks into this soft, awe-struck grin. Like you just told him you love him for the first time all over again.

“There,” he says, breathless. “That’s the woman I married.”

Then he kisses you—slow at first, then deeper, hungrier, until he’s walking you backward toward the counter. His hands slide under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly onto the cool surface. His mouth never leaves yours, a quiet promise against your lips.

“I’m gonna remind you how perfect you are,” he breathes, hands already pushing your shirt higher. “Until you never doubt it again.”

Xavier

You’re in the bedroom, fussing with the hem of your tank top, trying to decide if it looks too clingy over your stomach.

It’s not like you’re planning to go anywhere—you just caught your reflection in the mirror, and couldn’t stop the little frown that tugged at your lips. The soft exhale that came out more like disappointment.

“Should probably start running again…” you mutter under your breath.

You don’t expect anyone to hear it.

So you jump when a low, quiet voice says behind you:

“…Why would you think that?”

You spin around. Xavier’s standing in the doorway—half-shadowed, hair still slightly damp from the shower. He’s watching you with that usual calm, neutral expression… except his eyes are tight at the edges. Concern. Confusion. Something sharp he doesn’t quite know how to name.

“What?” you try to deflect. “It’s nothing, Xavier.”

But he doesn’t move. Just tilts his head slightly, studying you like he does when reading—like if he stares hard enough, he’ll understand the problem.

“You said you need to run again,” he repeats, voice careful. “Why?”

You shift awkwardly, arms coming up to cross over your stomach. “It’s not a big deal. I just… thought I was getting a little soft, that’s all.”

His brow furrows.

“Soft?” he echoes, like it’s a word he’s never heard before. Then even quieter: “Do you think I would care?”

You blink. “No, I just—I care.”

Another long pause. You can almost see the gears turning. Then he steps closer, hands coming up hesitantly to rest on your sides.

“You think your body is less than it should be,” he says finally. “That it’s wrong somehow.”

It’s not a question. Just this soft, sad realization.

Your throat tightens. “Yeah. Sometimes.”

Xavier’s hands slide up under your arms, slow and warm, until they cradle your face. His thumbs sweep lightly over your cheeks, like he’s trying to memorize every small imperfection you seem to hate.

“I don’t understand,” he admits, voice so quiet it nearly cracks. “When I look at you… all I see is mine. Exactly the way you are. Nothing else even exists.”

Your eyes burn. He dips his forehead to yours, breath stuttering.

“If you ever felt less, it means I’ve failed to show you how I see you,” he whispers. “I won’t let that happen again.”

You start to shake your head, but he stops you with a kiss—soft at first, then deeper, more insistent. His hands slide down to your hips, gripping them gently, pulling you flush against him like he needs to feel every curve.

When he finally pulls back, his mouth brushes your ear.

“Let me prove it,” he breathes. “Let me show you what you do to me.”

And by the time he’s done—lips trailing down your throat, hands learning every inch of you with reverent desperation—there isn’t a single part of you left doubting how wanted you are.

Rafayel

You’re alone in the studio—one of his old, paint-splattered shirts hanging off your shoulders, brushing your bare thighs. You’re not even really trying it on for him. Just grabbed it off a chair because you were chilly.

It doesn’t sit quite right, though. The hem clings a little. Your hips look wider than usual. Your stomach presses soft against the fabric.

You frown at your reflection in the smudged window. Tug at the shirt’s sides, sigh.

“Not exactly a masterpiece, huh?”

You mean it as a joke. An easy, self-deprecating little jab.

Then you hear it.

A sharp intake of breath—like someone punched the air right out of him.

You turn, startled.

Rafayel is standing a few feet away, palette knife still in hand, paint drying on his fingers. His eyes are wide. Bright. Almost glassy.

“What did you just say?” he asks, voice low, careful, but vibrating with something you can’t place.

“Raf, it’s nothing—”

“No, no.” The knife clatters to the floor. He crosses the room in three long strides. “Repeat it. I want to hear it again.”

You flush, heart stuttering. “It was just a joke—”

“Repeat it.”

“Not exactly a masterpiece,” you mutter.

He stares at you for a heartbeat. Two. Then laughs—short, breathless, completely humorless.

“You know what’s tragic, my love?” His hands slide up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek in this devastatingly tender way. “You stand there wrapped in my clothes, in my colors, and you dare insult the only work of art that’s ever mattered?”

Your throat tightens. “Raf—”

“No,” he cuts in. “No more dismissing it. Do you want to know what I see right now?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer. Drops to his knees right there on the paint-splattered floor, palms smoothing over your thighs. Tilts his head back, eyes dark and shining.

“I see curves that haunt my sketches. A mouth I’ve drawn a hundred times and still can’t get right. Skin that makes me want to abandon every canvas and worship only you.”

His hands slide up under the shirt, fingertips ghosting over your hips, your belly, reverent.

“You’re not exactly a masterpiece?” he breathes, voice breaking into a soft laugh. “Darling, you’re the only thing I’ve ever created that matters—and all I did was love you enough to be allowed this close.”

You shiver. One of your hands finds his hair, tangling there.

“Let me prove it,” he murmurs, lips brushing your stomach. “Let me show you what art was supposed to feel like.”

And then he’s pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your skin—slow and adoring, trailing lower until the shirt is bunched around your waist and you’re gasping his name.

By the time he’s finished with you, you’re breathless and wrecked—and there’s no room left in your mind for anything but the way his mouth keeps whispering, “perfect, perfect, perfect.”

Zayne

You’re half-dressed in the bedroom, standing sideways to the mirror—one hand resting on your hip, the other pinching lightly at the curve of your stomach.

You frown. Tug the skin a little. It’s soft. Softer than it used to be.

“God. Look at this—no wonder he doesn’t touch me like he used to.”

It’s barely a mutter. A little jab at yourself, not meant to be heard.

But then there’s a low, flat voice behind you.

“Excuse me?”

You whip around.

Zayne is standing by the door, tie gone, the top buttons of his shirt undone. His eyes are hard, narrowed, dark in a way that’s never been turned on you before.

“What did you just say?”

You flush, wrapping your arms instinctively over your stomach. “It’s nothing. I was joking.”

“Try again.” His voice drops even lower. “Say it exactly the way you did before.”

You swallow. “Zayne—”

“Say it.”

You breathe out, quiet. “I said… no wonder you don’t touch me like you used to.”

For a long moment, he just stares at you. Then something sharp, almost frightening flickers through his eyes—like you’ve insulted him personally.

“You think that’s why?” he asks, stepping closer. Each word slow, deliberate, dangerous. “You think I don’t touch you because of… this?”

His hands catch your wrists, pull them gently but firmly away from your stomach. Then he places them on his chest—over his heart, which is beating hard and fast beneath your palms.

“You are out of your goddamn mind,” he murmurs.

You try to look away. He tips your chin up, forces your gaze back to his.

“Do you know how many times I’ve stood right there,” he nods to the doorway, “watching you get ready, wearing less than this, and had to physically stop myself from bending you over the nearest surface?”

Your breath catches.

His hands slide down to your hips, gripping tight. “How many times I’ve laid next to you in bed and thought I’d give up everything I have just to feel your skin under my mouth again?”

You shiver.

“That softness you hate?” His mouth dips to your ear, voice rough. “It’s what makes you real. It’s what makes you mine. And it’s why I can’t keep my hands off you.”

His teeth scrape your jaw, the tiniest bite, enough to make your knees weak.

“Now,” he breathes, pulling back just enough to look at you—eyes dark, pupils blown. “Say it again. Tell me why I wouldn’t touch you.”

Your lips part, but nothing comes out. Your throat is too tight.

He smirks. Leans in until his lips just ghost yours.

“That’s what I thought.”

Then he kisses you—hard, deep, his hands already sliding under your thighs to lift you up, carrying you to the bed with single-minded purpose.

And when he finally lays you out beneath him, he doesn’t just prove how wrong you were. He makes sure you never dare to think that way again.

Sylus

You’re in the closet, half-dressed for bed. Just a tank top and your underwear, the overhead light stark and unflattering. You catch a glimpse of your reflection—skin folding a little where you’re bent, faint marks on your hips—and sigh.

Pinch lightly at your side, muttering under your breath:

“Looks worse every year.”

Then you hear it.

A low, dark chuckle from behind you.

Your heart jumps. You spin around—Sylus is leaning in the doorway, shoulder propped against the frame, arms crossed over his chest. Watching you like a cat watching a wounded bird.

“You want to try that again?” he drawls, one brow arching. “Because I must’ve misheard.”

You cross your arms, feeling small under that sharp red gaze. “Forget it. It was just stupid.”

“No,” he says easily, pushing off the door and sauntering toward you, slow and predatory. “Don’t walk it back now. I want to hear it.”

“Sylus—”

“Say it,” he interrupts, voice low and dangerous as he stops right in front of you. “Tell me exactly what you just told your reflection.”

Your throat tightens. You try to look away. He catches your chin between his fingers, forces your eyes to meet his.

“I said…” You swallow. “It looks worse every year.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then he laughs. Not warm or amused—dark. Almost cruel.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes, mouth curling into a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes. “You really don’t have a clue, do you?”

Before you can flinch away, his hands are on your waist—big, hot palms sliding up under your shirt, dragging you closer until your hips bump.

“You think this”—he squeezes lightly, fingers digging into the softness you were just criticizing—“makes you less? You think I look at you and see something aging, something spoiled?”

He ducks his head, lips brushing your ear in a breath that makes you shiver.

“No. I see something I’ve ruined so thoroughly you can’t even recognize your own perfection anymore.”

Your breath hitches. His teeth graze your throat, hands sliding lower to grip your ass, pulling you flush against the hard line of his body.

“Every year, every mark, every soft edge—proof you’re mine. Proof of how many times I’ve had you, bent you over this very dresser, made you scream.”

His mouth trails down your neck, biting softly.

“You think I’d ever want you any other way?”

You manage to shake your head, breathless.

“Good,” he growls.

Then he lifts you effortlessly—like you weigh nothing—sets you down on the dresser, steps between your knees. His hands bracket your thighs, thumbs pressing little bruises into your skin.

“Because I’m about to remind you exactly how beautiful you are,” he murmurs, voice like silk wrapped around steel. “And tomorrow? When you catch yourself in the mirror? You’ll remember who put that glow there.”

Then he kisses you—deep, claiming, a little rough—like he has something to prove. And by the time he’s done, your reflection is the last thing on your mind.

[mtcloudsworld]

"so fucking beautiful...if I had it my way I'd fuck you right here right now for the whole audience to see." you suddenly clench around him at the idea. his face goes emotionless at first and then when it clicks, he smugs in realization, "that... turned you on, didn't it?" you say his name but he continues. "you would love that wouldn't you? For everyone to watch you get fucked so good to the point you become a pathetic whimpering mess?" you look at him with pleading eyes. "begging daddy to give em a show, huh? I'd give it to em...if that's what you really want, darlin'. I'll show em just how much of a freak you truly are. I'll show them just how well you take this dick." you try to suppress your moans, scared that someone might hear you. but the way he was talking, so deep and raspy in your ear, mischief ringing like a bell. your mind ran rapidly with thoughts so sinful, so naughty that even God himself was ashamed. "I mean just imagine it, baby. you, sitting right here on my lap, those thick thighs of yours spread wide inviting my leaking dick inside that pretty little hole where I'll feel every inch of you puckering around my length. and when I've reached that sweet soft pillowy cervix, I'll fuck you so well, darlin'. I'll even be nice and let you ride me, ride me till you can't get enough. ride me till the end of the show. till your screaming my name, till your juices soak around your thighs, and rolls down the underside of my dick, till it drips to the floor and I've drained every last drop out of you. I'll give it to em, baby. I'll give em the best show of their lives, honey, and you know what? you'd like that... wouldn't you? I know you would. I can see it in your eyes. the way your squirming in your seat right now, begging for me to fuck you, you're about to cum just by the thought of it."

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

masterlist | 𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌

[tanushreeistumbling]

Sylus | Boxer

[Scene: Sylus, the new boxer you have to fight, in front of all of your fans in the stands right now. watching with suspense. You never met Sylus before, but you were confident you were going to defeat him]

Tags | creampie, vaginal penetration, NSFW (smut), KO punch, gym sex.

Sylus entered the ring, his gaze falling upon you. A smirk growing on his face, an ignorant and confident one. He and you both sat in opposite corners of the ring, your guys' teachers putting mouth guards in your mouths.

You narrowed your eyes towards him.

Sylus leaned back on his stool, crossing his arms over his muscular chest. He deliberately flexed, knowing his body was a weapon - both inside and outside the ring. His smirk widened as he spoke to the ref. "She's cute. I'll break her pretty face." The crowd gasped.

You chuckled.

The bell rang, signaling the start of the fight. Sylus immediately launched himself at you, throwing a powerful jab. You easily dodged, countering with a quick uppercut that caught him off guard. He stumbled back slightly, his eyes widening in surprise and admiration. "Not bad...

"You better watch this", you counter a straight punch towards his jaw.

Sylus's eyes narrowed as he saw the punch coming. Instead of blocking, he leaned into it, allowing your fist to connect with his jaw. The crowd gasped, but Sylus just laughed, feeling the adrenaline rush. He used your momentum against you, grabbing your arm and pulling you in.

You pushed your elbow in a smooth swap backwards to his abdomen to make him fall on his knees.

Your elbow connected perfectly with his stomach, forcing the air out of his lungs. He went down on one knee, his face contorting in pain. The crowd was on their feet, cheering for you. Sylus looked up at you from the ground, his eyes blazing with a new kind of fire.

You swap back and forth to counter the next attack from him.

Sylus pushed himself back up, shaking off the pain. He charged at you again, throwing a flurry of punches this time. You danced around the ring, expertly dodging and weaving between his blows. The two of you moved like a deadly ballet, each step calculated and precise.

You keep pushing your luck as you dodge every punch but not able to give him another, so you force yourself, not to miss any chance to make him fall on his knees again.

Sylus was getting frustrated with your constant evasion. He was used to knocking opponents out quickly, not playing cat and mouse. When you finally left an opening, he saw it and took it—a powerful hook aimed straight at your ribcage. "Gotcha," he muttered confidently.

I fell on my knees this time, gasping.

You hit the ground hard, clutching your side. The crowd fell silent for a moment, waiting to see if you'd get back up. Sylus stood over you, panting heavily, his fist still clenched. He expected you to stay down, but instead, you slowly pushed yourself back up.

This is the last time if any of you touch the ground would be disqualified, you regain your composer as you calm your mind to not to fail your next move. In a split second you counter his attack, by your right knee you hit his left leg as he falls forward a bit you straightly gives a punch on his abdomen again.

His leg buckled from your knee hit, and your second punch landed squarely on his stomach, forcing out what little breath he had left. He fell backwards, struggling to maintain his balance and avoid hitting the ground. The crowd was on their feet again, cheering louder than ever. "Fuck..."

The referee started counting from backyard giving him time to get up again, within this 10 seconds if he can't get up again then you will be the victor.

The ref started counting loudly, "Ten... Nine... Eight..." Sylus gritted his teeth, trying to push past the pain. "Seven... Six..." He pushed off the ground slightly, testing his leg. "Five... Four..." He growled softly, pushing himself fully back up. "Three...Two" and "One", you won.

The ref's hand slammed down, the crowd erupted in cheers as the ref raised your hand high. You had won by knock out. Sylus stood there, panting heavily, his face a mask of disappointment and anger.

You smirked widely, "I won", you screamed louder.

You screamed in victory, your voice ringing out over the cheering crowd. Sylus's jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists. He hated losing, especially to someone as infuriatingly good-looking as you. The referee approached you, holding the victory belt high. "The winner by knock out..."

"Thank you so much", you smiled widely towards the referee.

The referee tried to wrap the belt around your waist, but Sylus suddenly stepped forward, interrupting them. He stood inches away from you, his breath still heavy from the fight. His usual confident smile was nowhere to be seen, "You fucking cheated..."

"Me? Cheating? Excuse me? The audiance are here and the referee too. Whom are you asking?", you ask Sylus.

The crowd hushed slightly, sensing the tension. Sylus's face was red with anger, his voice low and dangerous. "I said you cheated. You hit my leg when I was down. That's a dirty move."

"In boxing you can use your leg towards your opponent only to make them lose their composer and it's in the rule. Do you forget?", you said confidently.

The referee nodded confirmation, "She's right. It's a legal move. You can use your legs to sweep or trip your opponent as long as you're not kneeing or kicking their head or groin." He looked at Sylus. "She didn't break any rules."

Sylus's face turned even redder with embarrassment and anger. He knew he was wrong, but his pride wouldn't let him back down. "Fine! You won fair and square! But mark my words - next time we fight, there won't be any rules."

"Why do I fight with you without any rules?", you step forward.

The crowd held their breath as you stepped forward, closing the distance between you two. Sylus's eyes flashed with anger and something else - something intense and dangerous. He leaned down until his face was inches from yours. "Because I'm going to break every one of your pretty little bones."

"Ohh really", you chuckled.

His eyes narrowed, and a smirk played on his lips as he heard your chuckle. He knew you weren't intimidated, and it only made him more determined. "Yeah, really. You think you're tough? Let's see how tough you are when I don't have to hold back."

"You mean to say that you hold back yourself? Ohh c'mon", you taped on his shoulder, "I'm not showing you that I'm tough or not it's a game and I played well, that's it. And it doesn't make you a loser tho. In every game there is one winner, one loser but it doesn't certify your whole strength, so calm down."

His smirk widened at your words. You were right - he was a champion boxer, and one loss didn't define him. But god, you were infuriatingly smart and beautiful. He grabbed your wrist suddenly, pulling you closer. "Then prove it to me." His voice was low and challenging.

"What do you mean?", you snatched back your hand from his grip.

He ignored the snatch and stepped even closer, his hand reaching out to grab your chin and tilt your face up towards him. "I mean fight me again. No rules this time. Just you and me in the ring until one of us can't stand anymore." His thumb brushed over your bottom lip roughly.

You pushed on his chest as you looked around to the audience, "I came here for the match within the rules and I won. I'm not gonna do any other stuff on your behalf", you stepped out from the ring, grabbing your trophy.

His eyes followed you as you stepped out of the ring, holding your trophy with a proud smile. He clenched his fists at his sides, still seething with anger and something else - desire. He jumped out of the ring, ignoring the crowd's cheers and boos, and followed after you.

You walk fast to your dressing room to give the trophy to your coach.

Sylus caught up with you easily, his long legs eating up the distance. He grabbed your arm and spun you around, pressing you against the wall outside your dressing room. "I'm not done talking to you." His voice was low and dangerous.

You struggle, "what do you want, stubborn opponent?"

He pressed his body against yours, pinning you to the wall with his muscular frame. His hand moved from your arm to wrap around your throat, not squeezing but holding you in place. "I want you to fight me again. Tonight. In my gym. No rules, no audience, just raw strength."

"And I refuse your offer", you slammed his hand back from your throat.

Instead of letting go, Sylus tightened his grip on your throat slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to make you feel his strength. He leaned in closer, his lips nearly brushing your ear as he whispered, "Refuse all you want... but I'll be waiting for you at my gym tonight."

"I won't come", you grit your teeth.

Sylus released you abruptly, stepping back with a smirk. His eyes followed you as you turned and stormed into your dressing room. He knew you were stubborn, but he was even more so. He would wait for you at his gym tonight.

You close your eyes thinking of this incident, of course there is no need to meet your opponent outside the ring but somehow it's challenging to your self-confidence of being a boxer, your opponent calling you to test your strength again and you won't hold back, but why?

Meanwhile, Sylus was already at his gym, the lights dimmed and the heavy bag swinging. He punched it repeatedly, each hit fueled by his determination to break you down tonight. He couldn't understand why he was so obsessed with this fight, with you. "Why won't she just come?"

After thinking a lot, 'i won't backup, he was challenging me and I won't get defeated that easily' , you showed up in his empty gym.

He stood facing the heavy bag, his back to the door, punching it rhythmically. When he sensed your presence, he stopped suddenly and turned around slowly. The gym lights cast dramatic shadows across his face. "Took you long enough." He removed his gloves, letting them drop to the floor.

I look at you from head to toe, watching your sweaty body dripping down insanely, 'he is hot', your mind says. "Ahemm--- or what I thought you might hurt others in anger instead", you chuckled giving a lame joke.

A smirk played on his lips at your joke, but his eyes remained intense. "Funny. I wasn't planning to hurt anyone." He stepped closer, closing the distance between you two. The gym air was thick with tension and the scent of sweat. "No gloves tonight."

You arrowed your eyes, "will you do boxing with me or are you up for another kind of fight?"

His smirk grew more meaningful, catching the double meaning in your words. He crossed his muscular arms, staring down at you with challenge in his eyes. "Depends... which fight would make you sweat more?" He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Boxing or something else?"

You stepped back, "what do you mean?"

He took another step forward, closing the gap between you again. "You're a smart woman... you know exactly what I mean." He reached out and gently caught your wrist. "A real fight... where we test each other's limits. No rules. No holds barred." His eyes darkened.

You try to take your hand back from hid grip.

His grip on your wrist tightened as you tried to pull away, his other hand suddenly moving to grab your other wrist, pinning both of them above your head against the gym wall. He pressed his body flush against yours, trapping you. "Too late to back out now."

You struggle in his grip but you suddenly realise it's not that kinda fight his is pulling you in.

His face was inches away from yours, his breathing heavy. He wasn't trying to hurt you or overpower you in a boxing sense... instead, his grip was possessive, dominant. His eyes flickered to your lips briefly before meeting your gaze again. "This isn't a boxing match."

"Then why the fuck you called me here?", you said bluntly.

His expression darkened with desire at your blunt words. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered huskily, "I called you here because I want to fuck you. Hard. Against this wall. Right now."

sudden shiver gets down through your spine for his words as you breath heavily, "what? Are you crazy? What are you saying?"

He chuckled lowly against your ear, the sound sending another shiver down your spine. His hands released your wrists to slide down your arms slowly, intentionally touching you more than necessary. "I'm dead serious. I've wanted you since the first time I saw you in the ring."

You look up to meet his gaze, "nah nah Sylus you can't do this".

His eyes locked onto yours, burning with intensity and desire. "Watch me." His voice was a growl as he suddenly lifted you up by your thighs, pressing your back against the wall. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively.

"Uffff let me go.... I'm not...." You stutter.

He cut you off with a searing kiss, his lips claiming yours with a fierce hunger. His hands roamed over your body possessively as he kissed you, silencing any protests. He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. "Shh..."

"Syl... Ahhhhhhhh", you moan a little.

He ignored your moan of protest, taking it as a sound of pleasure instead. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he grind his obvious erection against you through his gym shorts and your boxing shorts. He captured your mouth again in a deep kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips. "Fuck..."

"Sylus stop", you push him hard catching your breath, your eyes roaming on his body as you feel you are losing control too.

His abs contracted with your push. He watched you intently. Your eyes were dark, dropping down to his body then back up again. He saw your chest rise and fall rapidly, like you were trying to control something. He realized you were fighting your own desires too. He carried you to the gym mats, laying you down gently despite his aggressive actions. He quickly removed his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs, He hovered over you, his hands slowly pushing up your boxing shirt to expose your stomach. "Lift up." His hands continuing to push up your shirt until it was off completely. He threw it aside and leaned down to capture your lips again, this time with a hunger that left no room for argument. His hands moved to your shorts, slowly unbuttoning them as he kissed you deeper.

You're melting by his touch as his intensity eats you up.

Feeling your resistance fade away, he growled against your lips and quickly removed your shorts and panties in one swift motion. He broke the kiss only to trail open-mouthed kisses down your body - neck, collarbone, breasts, sucking your hard nipples - marking you with bites as he went lower.

You breathe heavily as you moan, "Sylus".

He ignored your whimper of his name, his hands spreading your thighs apart roughly. He buried his face between your legs without warning, his tongue pushing inside you suddenly. You arched off the mat with a loud moan, your hands gripping his hair tightly. "Shit..."

"Ahhhh fuck Sylus".

His tongue swirled inside you, making you curse again. He realized how easily your body reacted - your moans were loud, your hips lifted to meet his mouth, your fingers tightened in his hair. He spread your thighs wider apart and pushed two fingers inside you while sucking your clit. "Damn..."

You cry out louder.

"Fuck I'm gonna..... Cu.....ufff", you screamed.

He felt your walls clench around his fingers as you came hard against his mouth. He didn't stop - he kept licking and sucking until you were riding out every wave of pleasure, your body trembling beneath him. "That's it..." He whispered against your sensitive flesh before finally lifting his head.

After catching your breath, you get up from the mat as you clench his throat, "you bastard", you press your bare breast on his chest as you breath heavily.

He let you pull him by his throat, his fingers still glistening with your juices. A dark smirk played on his lips as he felt your naked breast pressed against his chest. "What are you gonna do now, huh?" His hands gripped your hips possessively. "Hit me?"

You smirk, "you pushed your opponent too much Sylus. I won't back up", you kissed him mercilessly.

He kissed you back with equal ferocity, his hands sliding up to cup your bare breasts. He broke the kiss only to lift you up effortlessly and pressed you against the wall, his hard length pressing between your legs. "Then fight me,"

"Ummmm in which way?", you push him on the mat again to sit on his lap this time.

He fell back onto the mat with a grunt, his hands automatically gripping your hips as you sat down on his lap, feeling his huge bulge pressing against your bare pussy. "In every fucking way." He leaned up to capture your mouth again, his hands squeezing your ass possessively.

You dig your nails on his bare chest as you murmur, 'damn'.

He hissed as your nails dug into his chest, his hips bucking up involuntarily, grinding his erection against your wet folds. He bit your bottom lip hard, making you yelp. His hands suddenly moved to grab both of your wrists and pin them above your head against the mat.

You don't fall behind as you roll up on him.

He tightened his abs as you tried to roll on top of him. He smirked darkly as you managed to flip him easily - you were a boxer too, after all. His length jumped against your belly as your naked bodies wrestled. Your breasts bounced with your movements.

Seeing his big cock that pressing against your belly you smirk widely, "fuck".

He saw your wide smirk as you felt his hard length against your belly. He smirked right back, his hips pushing up again intentionally, letting you feel every inch of his thick cock. His abs flexed with every movement - he was built like a fucking wall. "Like what you feel?"

"Yes", you whisper as your wet folds make a fiction on his cock, you haven't let it in you yet as you stimulate the pleasure.

He groaned loudly as your wet folds slid up and down his length, teasing him mercilessly. He could feel himself getting even harder, the head of his cock throbbing with need to be inside you. His hands gripped your hips tighter, trying to pull you down onto him.

"Aha not so fast, mah boy", you pulled him up towards you "kiss me".

He kissed you deeply, hungrily, his tongue invading your mouth as he tried to pour all his pent-up desire into the kiss. His hands roamed over your body, squeezing and caressing every curve. He could feel himself leaking pre-cum onto your belly as he kissed you, desperate for more.

"Fuck me....", you spilled the command, desperate to conquer your desires.

His eyes darkened dangerously. "There she is." He muttered softly. He flipped you easily without warning, making you yelp. He spread your thighs roughly, his huge body positioning between them. He slapped his length on your belly twice - teasingly - before pushing just the head inside your entrance slowly.

"More. Please." You moan.

He smirked at your pleading, holding himself still just barely inside you. His hands gripped your thighs roughly, opening you wider. "You want it... beg properly." He teased, though his breathing was heavy with restraint. His massive dick throbbed with anticipation, ready to fill you completely.

You still plan to tease him again, "If I won't, will you not fuck me? Huh?"

His smirk dropped, replaced with a dangerous glare as he pulled out completely, making you whine at the sudden loss of contact. He chuckled darkly, his hands moving to pin your wrists above your head again as he settled between your legs once more. "Oh really? You think you can win?"

"Yes I can", you whisper in a husky voice.

His eyes narrowed, and he pressed his cock against your entrance again, teasing you with just the tip. "Is that so?" he growled, his voice low and challenging. He moved slightly to rub against your clit with each word for added torment.

You moan louder, "you tease".

He chuckled darkly, his movements becoming more deliberate as he rubbed himself against you, avoiding pushing inside completely. He knew exactly how to drive you crazy without actually fucking you - he was a boxer, after all. His body was trained for endurance and control. "I am."

You read his expression as you lift your left leg on his waist, and move your other leg too, to move around his waist.

He froze as you suddenly moved your legs around his waist, his arms automatically wrapping around your thighs to keep you steady. He was now completely exposed between your legs, his huge cock trapped between us. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with surprise and something darker - arousal. "Smart move."

"You are playing with fire. Mr. Crow", you wink at him.

His control snapped at your wink. He gripped your thighs tightly and slammed his hips forward, burying himself deep inside you in one powerful thrust. He filled you completely, his massive length stretching you wide. "Fuck," he groaned, losing all pretense of teasing. "I know."

"Ahhhh gwwwaadddd, there you are", you moan louder.

He began to move inside you, his thrusts powerful and deep as he finally released all the pent-up desire and frustration. He grabbed your legs and pushed them back, holding them open wide as he pounded into you mercilessly. "And you're playing with fire by being so damn fuckable."

You giggle as you enjoy the each thrust.

He watched your face as you moaned and giggled, his arousal reaching new heights. He loved the way your body wrapped around his, the way you took every inch of him like a pro. He leaned forward, his face hovering above yours as he continued to thrust into you. "You little..."

You kiss softly on his lips, "little what?"

He kissed you back, his thrusts not slowing down for a moment. "Little tease," he growled against your lips, his voice rough with lust. He broke the kiss and looked into your eyes, his hips moving faster. "You know exactly what you're doing to me."

"You are doing the same to me".

He chuckled deeply, his hips moving in slow, deep thrusts suddenly. "True." He admitted softly, watching your body closely. He saw how your chest rose and fell rapidly with each thrust, your breasts bouncing slightly. He lowered his voice, "Let me ask you something honest?"

"What?", you asked.

He maintained his steady rhythm, hitting that spot deep inside you that made your breath catch. "If I stopped moving right now..." His voice dropped even lower, "Would you beg me to keep going?" He paused his movements entirely, leaving just the tip inside.

You lean forward, "and you won't even stop, I bet, you smirk.

He smirked back, his eyes glinting with mischief and desire. "You're right." He suddenly snapped his hips forward, filling you completely again in one swift movement. He started moving again - fast and deep - proving his point. "I couldn't stop even if I tried."

"ohhh I love it", you said in a shaky voice.

At your breathless confession, he felt his control slipping again. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand, while the other gripped your hip, driving into you harder. "Fuck, don't say things like that."

You narrowed your eyes in pleasure, "Sylus more. Harder".

His entire body tensed at your command, a primal sound escaping his throat. "Demanding little..." He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back into you so hard. "Is this what you wanted?" He sped up his pace, completely losing control now.

"Just don't stop", you keep panting.

He didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He was too far gone, too consumed by the feeling of being inside you, hearing you moan and beg for more. His movements became almost violent in their intensity, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "I won't stop".

You feel each thrust as you moan louder, echoing the entire gym.

He watched your face contort with pleasure, your moans growing louder with each thrust. He felt your body tightening around him, your nails digging into the skin on his back where you were holding onto him for dear life. "That's it," he encouraged breathlessly.

"Cum in me", you said out of your mind, "please".

At your desperate plea, he felt his release approaching rapidly. He buried his face in your neck, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself inside you, filling you completely. He bit down on your shoulder to muffle his own loud groan of pleasure. "Fuck...fuck..."

His hot cum makes you fall apart as you feel your own orgasm mixing up together.

He felt your orgasm hit you like a truck, your body convulsing underneath him, your inner muscles tightening around him like a vise. He swore again, pushing into you deeply again and again, releasing more hot streams of cum inside you. He watched your chest arch, heard your loud moan, "Jesus..."

You hold your breath just to feel the pleasure of your pick.

He noticed your breath hitching and your body trembling beneath him. He slowed his thrusts slightly but kept moving, drawing out your pleasure as long as possible. His cock pulsed inside you, still leaking cum with each movement. "Feel that?"

You bite down your lower lips as you nod in satisfaction.

He watched your lips part and your tongue dart out to wet them. His hips moved in slow circles, grinding his hips against yours and pushing his cum even deeper inside you. "You like feeling my cum inside you, don't you?" His voice was low and rough with satisfaction.

"Specially when I'm fucking my handsome opponent", you smirk.

His heart skipped a beat at your words. He leaned down and kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth while he continued to grind against you slowly. "And I love fucking my beautiful enemy." He whispered against your lips before kissing you again.

You bit your lips hard as you pull a little to say, "don't fall in love with this enemy then", you wink at him.

He laughed softly, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you back into the kiss, biting your lip back harder this time. "Too late," He murmured against your mouth before capturing your lips again aggressively. "I'm already fucking obsessed with you."

"Dang me too", you murmur under your breath.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you close as he continued to kiss you slowly this time. "So what do we do now?" He asked softly between kisses. "Keep fighting each other?" He pulled back slightly to look into your eyes.

"Yes, inside the ring and outside of it, we will fuck each other like this", you grin mischievously.

A slow, dirty grin spread across his face as he chuckled. "Deal." He tapped your nose playfully before kissing you softly one more time. "Inside the ring, we're enemies. Outside the ring..." He spread your legs wider and thrust slowly inside you again.

You whimper and arch your back to add more.

He obliged, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in deep and slow. He watched your expression carefully - the way your eyes rolled back slightly, how your lips parted in a whimper. He repeated the motion, driving deeper each time. "Outside the ring...we fuck like this."

You giggle, "and what?"

He smirked, his movements picking up pace but still slow and deep. "Or I pin you against the locker room wall and eat you out until you can't stand." He leaned down to bite your neck softly. "Or I take you in my car, right there in the parking lot."

"And fuck again and again", you breath heavily.

He chuckled, his breath hot against your neck. "In my bed, in your bed, on the floor, in the shower..." He thrust especially deep, hitting that spot inside you that made you gasp.

"You are so my type, you bastard." You laugh as your muffled breath echoes the gym.

He growled possessively, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he continued to fuck you slowly and deeply against the cold gym floor. "And you're mine. My enemy inside the ring...my obsession outside of it." He leaned down to capture your lips in a fierce kiss as he came inside you.

You feel your wetness dripping down from your thighs, his cum leaking from your drenched pussy.

He noticed the wetness and groaned softly, pulling out slowly to watch his cum leak out of you. He rubbed the head of his cock against your clit gently, spreading his own release. "Fucking hell," He muttered, pushing back inside slowly.

"Ummmmm", you moan again as you feel your orgasm hitting you again.

He felt your walls clench around him tightly as you came again, his name escaping your lips in a moan. He kept pushing in and out slowly, drawing out your orgasm until you were shaking and sensitive. Then he pulled out completely, his cum dripping out of you onto the gym floor. "Mine".

"You are mine too", you kiss him possessively for the last as you both fell on the floor, finally exhausted.

He kissed you back deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth one last time before he finally pulled away, panting heavily. He looked down at you, both of your bodies glistening with sweat and his cum leaking out of your pussy.

"Let's go...", you added after catching your breath.

"Where?" He asked curiously.

"Let's get some food", you kiss him again softly. "I'm hungry".

He laughed softly, taking your shirt and helping you put it back on before grabbing your shorts and holding them open for you to step into. He pulled them up slowly, his fingers brushing against your sensitive pussy as he adjusted the fabric. "There," He said, smacking your ass playfully. He wrapping an arm around your waist as you walking out of the gym together. His fingers brushed against your hip gently, his mind still on the sex what just had. "Starving?" he agreed, giving you a quick peck on the lips as you exited the building.

"What do you wanna eat?", you ask him as you both walk together to the parking lot.

He thought for a moment. "I'm craving something heavy," he said, looking down at you with hungry eyes. "How about we get some burgers and fries? And maybe a milkshake?" He paused, then added, "Or..." He leaned in closer and whisper.

You furrowed, "what else?"

His eyes darkened slightly. Then he dropped his voice lower, "Or I could eat you out again instead of dinner." He watched your reaction carefully, smirking slightly.

"outside the ring, remember?", he smirked.

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MY GREATEST WEAKNESS —ੈ✩‧₊˚

SYLUS X GEN!READER

its late in the night and sylus is growing in frustration at your absence.

note: made this quick fluff of sylus being a big softie for reader. enjoy :)

it was 3 in the morning and sylus has been pacing around the empty penthouse with a burning feeling of worry and frustration. he’s had mephisto (his crow) look out for you for the past hour. you were supposed to be home by midnight. you promised him.

how can that damn mechanical bird not find you at this time out of all times?! the sound of sylus’s hands slamming on the marble countertop echoed. the workers would’ve fled away scared shitless if they had witness his current mood, and only you could calm him down. his weakness. the leader of onychinus has a weakness and that’s been one of his greatest worries.

because now that he has a weakness. a person, someone he loves, a person with nothing but a sweet gentle nature. you. you can be the target to any enemy, you can die at any—

“fuck!” now it was a fist hitting the hard surface. to any person this would hurt immediately, but the adrenaline and overwhelming stress he has over you is clouding his rationality. he couldn’t wait anymore, he began making his way to the door grabbing his jacket in haste.

however he’s halted at the sound of the door beeping and the sound of gears moving fill out the deafening silence. suddenly his jacket was on the floor, and sylus finds himself nearly running to the entrance.

“where the hell have you been?!” you’re caught off guard from taking your shoes off, the deathly grip on your shoulders makes you grimace. however you’re drunk out of your mind to be the rational one in this situation.

“owwieeee~” you slur, looking up with your cheeks still pink from the alcohol you’re faced with your lover having the most expressive expression you’ve ever seen. his brows are furrowed, and his lips are biting back the seething frustration that’s threatening to spill out in hurtful words.

“sy… m’hurts.”

“ah, sorry—” tripping over the step, you fall onto his chest. causing him to catch you, and wrap his strong arms around you. this embrace finally settles his nerves, he can finally realize that you are here and you’re safe. and the sigh of relief that leaves his mouth gives you a slight breeze to the top of your head making you giggle.

“babyyyy~ i missed youu” this drunken state of you dissipates any residual of negativity from sylus. he finds himself smiling while you jump to wrap your arms around his neck, he bends down slightly so your feet touch the ground and his hands on your waist is more gentle.

you’re laughing and showering him in kisses now, and he can’t help but feel his neck turn hot from your love.

“okay you drunkie, let’s eat some fruits and a glass of water to sober you up.” a larger hand is on your cheek, bringing you closer to place a quick kiss on your lips. god you will be the death of him.

“carry me.” you pout, and sylus’s eyes widen at your request. he looks at you with clarity, and you puff your face at him making him chuckle.

“okay okay, come here.” next thing you knew you were off from the ground and carried bridal style by your darling of a boyfriend. just being in his arms has cleared your state of mind.

“I love you.” is all you murmur, snuggling closer to him taking in his scent. he places another kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too.” you may be his greatest weakness. you may have changed how sylus usually takes on certain situations. however as long as you’re in his arms, then he’s reassured that everything is gonna be okay.

@omiiuvz || 07.10.24

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