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Lovespeed Ride ᯓ★

synopsis: continuation of sylus' new five-star, lovespeed ride. after being interrupted countless times on vacation, you and sylus make the most of your alone time as summer comes to and end ♡

content: fluff & smut

The hammock swayed gently beneath the thatched roof of the pavilion, the salty night air warm against your skin, cicadas and distant waves blending into a lullaby. Sylus lay stretched out, broad shoulders sinking into the woven fabric, while you curled on top of him, cheek pressed to his chest. His fingers idly threaded through your hair, still faintly smelling of sea spray from earlier, each stroke patient, grounding.

You tilted your face up, catching the faintest trace of a smirk at his lips. “You’re still thinking about it, aren’t you?”

He arched a brow. “About what?”

“The dolphin.”

A muscle in his jaw ticked — subtle, but you’d noticed earlier, that slight twitch of his eye when the animal leapt over your jet ski, shattering the moment you’d been waiting to claim all day. Instead of kissing him, you’d both lost balance and tumbled into the water. He’d held you close as you surfaced, dripping, coughing, laughing against his chest while the sky blazed gold and pink and the dolphins kept leaping like they were in on the joke. It should have been frustrating, but with the sunset behind him and his arms snug around you, it was perfect in its own way.

“I don’t like losing control of the jet ski,” he said smoothly, though his fingers didn’t stop stroking through your hair. “That’s all.”

You laughed softly. “Of course. Definitely not because a dolphin stole your kiss.”

His hand stilled in your hair. A beat passed. “...Maybe,” he conceded, low enough you almost missed it. The rumble of his chest beneath your cheek betrayed him.

You snuggled closer, lips curving against him. “I still think it turned out pretty cute.”

He didn’t argue. Instead, his arm circled you, drawing you deeper into his warmth as if he could keep you there forever. The sway of the hammock was soothing, and for a while, neither of you spoke, content to listen to the creak of rope and the sea rolling against the shore.

You stirred against his chest, breaking the comfortable quiet. “I was worried you wouldn’t be interested in going on this trip…” The words trailed off, almost carried away by the wind.

Sylus angled his head down toward you, curiosity glinting in his red eyes.

“But…” you continued softly, tracing idle patterns over the fabric of his shirt where his heart beat beneath, “after these last few days it seems like you might enjoy summer more than I do.”

The corner of his mouth curved before he could stop it, that unguarded smirk that always unraveled you. “I really want to look into that head of yours and see how many thoughts race through it in a second.”

Heat rose in your cheeks at the teasing, predictable as ever, and you huffed, rolling your eyes. He always did this — always cut through your overthinking with some half-mocking charm. But the warmth of his body beneath you, the way his chest rose and fell steady under your cheek, made it harder to pretend you weren’t secretly melting.

Then, without warning, his arm tightened, pulling you flush against him. You let out a quiet gasp as your cheek pressed deeper to his chest, enveloped in the solid heat of him. The hammock rocked a little harder with the shift, stars and lantern-light above blurring into streaks of brightness.

His voice came low, almost reverent, as his lips brushed near your temple. “I love what you love.”

Your breath caught. A flush swept hot across your skin, and you turned your face further into him, trying to hide in the breadth of his chest. His shirt smelled faintly of sun-dried cotton and salt, grounding you, though the thunder in your chest was anything but calm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…” you muttered, hoping the fabric muffled the tremor in your voice.

He only chuckled, the sound vibrating through your cheek where it rested over his heart. “You’re playing dumb again.” His fingers found your face, warm and gentle, pinching lightly at your cheek before coaxing you to lift your gaze back to his.

The hammock rocked lazily as the two of you held each other there, suspended between the sea and the sky. His eyes gleamed with amusement, but beneath it lay something softer, something that stripped you bare.

“Those plane seats were small,” he went on, eyes locked to yours, “but you dozed off just fine with your head on my shoulder.”

You swallowed hard, trying not to squirm beneath the intensity of his tone.

“The hotel’s hot water was actually lukewarm,” he continued, his smirk tilting upward, “but the towel dolphins were cute.”

Your face grew hotter by the second.

“The sunlight was brutal,” he said at last, and his free hand brushed a loose strand of hair back from your face with a touch so careful it made your chest ache, “but someone thought ahead. She brought super strong sunscreen spray, a giant parasol, and oversized sun protection clothing. I bet you had other things hidden in that bag.”

Embarrassed, you twisted slightly, unable to meet his gaze. “You don’t have to say it all out loud…”

But he wasn’t finished. He never was, when it came to you. His thumb lingered at your jaw, brushing idly as his voice lowered. “It was a packed itinerary, the antithesis of my usual schedule. Whenever we got a second of alone time, someone popped in…” He stopped there, his expression flickering. You could have sworn you saw it — that faint twitch of his eye again, irritation still simmering beneath the surface when he recalled every interruption.

And then it was gone, his voice softening as if the admission itself calmed him. “But now it’s just us.”

You lifted your gaze. The moonlight caught in his eyes, turning the red into liquid fire, soft and unguarded.

“I like it,” he said simply, the words sinking straight into your chest, so honest it almost hurt. “I really do.”

A warmth bloomed through you, filling every corner of your chest until it ached with sweetness. You felt flustered, yes, but more than that — you felt seen.

Unable to find your voice, you simply looked at him, heart thrumming a little too fast.

His lips curved, amusement softening into something fond. “You heard me speak honestly. Why aren’t you saying anything?” he teased, voice a low drawl that vibrated through his chest beneath your cheek.

You swallowed, still flustered from his words. “You enjoyed it too. Am I wrong?”

His eyes glinted knowingly, waiting.

“You already know the answer to that…” you murmured, gaze slipping away, embarrassed by how hot your face still felt.

His laugh came warm and quiet, brushing against your ear, and you wished he didn’t make your chest feel so tight with something both light and overwhelming.

Wanting a distraction, you reached over and stole the can he’d been holding since earlier in the plaza. “You’ve been talking too much,” you said, more firmly than you felt. “Time to drink some water.”

The smirk returned, but gentler this time, indulgent. “How very thoughtful of you.”

You popped the tab with a sharp hiss of carbonation, already reaching to flick the small silver piece aside when his hand suddenly closed over yours, halting you.

“You’re not even going to look at it?” His tone was mock-offended, eyes dancing with playful light. “You’re practically committing sacrilege against lady luck, kitten.”

Before you could protest, he plucked the tab from your fingers, holding it up between you both. Moonlight glinted faintly off the curve of aluminum as he peered at it. “Oh? You won something.”

Surprised, you leaned in, catching the warm scent of salt and cedar clinging to him as you grabbed his hand to see for yourself. Your brows furrowed as you squinted at the miniscule print.

“You liar!” You looked up at him accusingly. “It says ‘Thanks for participating.’” With an exaggerated pout, you let his hand drop dramatically back onto his chest.

His incredulous look was priceless, even as he deadpanned, “I know.”

That simple answer unraveled you. You blinked, caught off guard, then laughed under your breath, unable to help yourself.

When you lifted your eyes again, his gaze was already fixed on you, steady and unshaken. There was no teasing now, no smirk. Only warmth. His breaths rose and fell deep and even, like the tide itself, and for a moment it felt like the whole world narrowed to just this — his eyes, the hammock swaying beneath you, the hush of waves against sand.

“Sweetie,” he said softly, almost breathless. His thumb brushed lightly over the back of your hand where he still held it. “Thank you. For being part of my summer.”

The sincerity in his voice struck deep, spreading through your chest like sunlight after a storm. You couldn’t speak — only smile faintly, the warmth in your eyes mirroring his as the hammock swayed gently, cocooning the two of you in a perfect, fragile moment.

“...Sylus.”

You said his name softly, almost reverently, the sound barely louder than the whisper of waves. He turned his head toward you at once, his gaze catching yours, steady and searching.

“Thank you,” you breathed, warmth swelling in your chest until it ached. “For being part of my summer, too.”

For a long moment, you only looked at each other, the hammock swaying gently beneath you, the night air wrapping you close. His eyes glowed with something deeper than moonlight, as though he could see right through every wall you had left. The intensity of it stole your breath — until he leaned in, and you met him halfway.

The kiss was sweet at first, soft as sea foam brushing the sand, but the longer it lingered, the more heat bloomed between you. His lips moved against yours with unhurried passion, savoring, as if he had all the time in the world. Your hand curled in the fabric of his shirt, clinging to the solid warmth of him. When you finally parted, your pulse was racing, your chest tight.

You settled back onto him, cheek resting over his heart as it thudded steady beneath your ear. His arm circled you with familiar ease, grounding you even as your thoughts floated far from calm.

“I don’t want the summer to end yet,” you confessed in a small voice, fingers playing with his hand. You traced over the knuckles, toyed with his rings, your thumb brushing the ridges of calloused skin. There was a pout to your tone you couldn’t quite hide.

His chest shook with a quiet laugh above you. “We’re still on vacation. It’s not over yet, sweetie.”

You tilted your face up, and something in his grin — carefree, almost boyish — made your heart squeeze. But then another feeling slipped in, sly and insistent.

“You’re right,” you murmured, and this time, your eyes gleamed with something more than contentment. “We should make the most of it.”

His brows lifted faintly at your tone, but he said nothing, only hummed low in his chest as his hand stroked lazily down your back.

You nestled closer, but your thoughts had already begun to wander. The memory of him earlier — his hair wet and dark, plastered to his sharp cheekbones as water rolled down his throat — flashed vividly through your mind. You remembered the way his hands gripped the jet ski’s handles, muscles taut beneath sun-warmed skin. Remembered straddling him as you guided his direction, the solid line of his body beneath you, the heat of his chest pressing to yours with every jolt of the waves.

The recollections made your pulse quicken, your hand drifting more aimlessly against his. You traced the thick lines of muscle along his forearm, the strength that pulsed just beneath his skin. Even now, just lying here, he felt overwhelming — heat and solidity and quiet power.

You caught yourself biting your lip, eyes flicking to his profile as he gazed out toward the water, unaware of the yearning pooling low in your stomach. Or maybe he wasn’t unaware — Sylus rarely missed anything.

Either way, the realization settled in your chest, undeniable: you wanted tonight to be more than soft kisses and stolen moments. Now that it was truly just the two of you, now that no dolphins, no seagulls, no strangers could cut in — you found yourself craving the intimacy you’d been denied again and again.

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The hotel room was dim when you stepped inside, the soft hum of the ocean muffled by the balcony doors. The faint salt still clung to your skin, along with the memory of moonlight and his steady heartbeat beneath your cheek.

You barely had time to set your bag down before Sylus moved.

In a heartbeat, his presence filled every inch of space. He leaned into you, one broad hand braced on the doorframe above your head, the other ghosting at your waist, caging you in without ever needing to touch more than that. His eyes gleamed scarlet in the low light, a slow, knowing curl tugging at his lips.

“I saw the way you were looking at me earlier,” he drawled, his breath warm against your ear. “Is there something you want to tell me, sweetie?”

Heat flared in your cheeks, your heart lurching as though he’d spoken your very thoughts aloud. You pressed your palms against his chest, meaning to push him back — though the steady drum of his heartbeat under your hands only made your pulse stumble faster.

“You already know,” you murmured, tilting up on your toes to kiss him.

But at the last second, his lips curved slyly, and he pulled just out of reach.

“I can’t read minds, kitten,” he teased, voice smooth as velvet. “You’ll have to say it.”

You huffed, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, glaring up at him even as your stomach knotted with anticipation. “I want to make up for lost time.”

For a moment, he simply looked at you, the tension stretching thick between you both. Then his smile spread slow and wolfish, heat sparking in his gaze.

“What a coincidence,” he said softly, leaning in until his lips brushed yours. “I was thinking the same.”

The kiss hit like fire. No hesitation, no interruptions — just the crash of his mouth on yours, rougher, hungrier than anything from earlier. His hand cupped the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as though to keep you from ever pulling away. You moaned into him, and he swallowed the sound greedily.

Your back hit the wall for the briefest second before his hands shifted, gripping your thighs firmly. You gasped as he lifted you without effort, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His strength was staggering, but he kissed you through the motion as though nothing in the world could break his focus.

The world tilted with each sure step he took, carrying you toward the bed. The people, the dolphins, the seagulls — every interruption of the past days vanished under the heat of this single, unbroken kiss.

By the time you felt the mattress beneath you, you were dizzy with it, clinging to him, breathless, utterly consumed.

The mattress dipped beneath his weight as Sylus laid you down, his body following, pressing you into the sheets. His mouth never left yours — hungry, demanding — as his chest pressed solid to yours, his heat sinking into you like fire catching dry kindling.

Then you felt it: the slow, deliberate roll of his hips against yours.

A shiver shot through you, your breath faltering as the rigid line of him rubbed through your shorts, hard and insistent. Each movement was unhurried but purposeful, dragging along the place you ached most until the friction coiled sharp heat low in your belly.

You broke from the kiss with a gasp, your lips slick, eyes hazy as you dared a grin up at him. “You’re really pent up, huh?”

The laugh that slipped from his throat was dark and rough, vibrating against your skin where his chest pinned you. “Am I?” he murmured, rolling his hips again — harder, slower, until the pressure made your toes curl.

His lips ghosted over your jaw as he whispered, “I would’ve had you like this on the jet ski, if it weren’t for our unwanted visitors.”

The confession sent your thoughts scattering. And then — he shifted just right, dragging the thick ridge of his arousal perfectly against your clit. The shock of pleasure wrenched a loud moan from your lips before you could hold it back.

His smirk cut sharp against your mouth as he caught it. “You sound just as worked up as me, kitten.”

You didn’t let him finish savoring the tease. You surged up, crashing your mouth to his, swallowing the smirk whole. The kiss turned frantic, lips and teeth clashing, your hands desperate as they roamed over his back, his shoulders, clutching at the hard muscle beneath thin fabric.

Still clothed, still teasing — yet you felt the heat of him everywhere. His hand slid over your shirt, palm rough against the thin cotton covering your breast. His thumb dragged lazily over your nipple, the friction making you whimper into his mouth. He pinched, rolled, rubbed until your back arched helplessly, pressing you tighter against him.

You broke the kiss only to trail your mouth down, lips dragging hot across his throat. His skin tasted faintly of salt and sun, the scent of him dizzying as you moaned his name against the sharp line of his neck. He groaned low in answer, the sound vibrating against your lips as his hips ground harder into you, relentless, keeping you pinned beneath him, every roll a delicious torment that promised more.

The heat of him rubbed right where you needed — hard and heavy — each drag making your breath stutter, your thighs tightening around him instinctively. You arched up to meet him, chasing more, feeling the slick heat spreading between your legs — your wetness soaking straight through your panties, dampening the front of his pants. The thought made your cheeks burn, but it only pushed your hips to buck harder against his.

“Fuck, kitten,” Sylus groaned low in his throat, voice strained, teasing but roughened with want as he felt how messy you were getting for him.

You gasped into his ear, moaning his name, every nerve ending strung taut. “S-Sylus—” you bucked harder, shameless now, “gonna cum—”

His hips faltered with a shudder, his cock grinding in deep, and he groaned like he could feel it pulling him apart too. He caught your lips in another kiss, this one hotter, wetter, tongues sliding together in frantic hunger. His mouth devoured yours, tongue stroking, then sucking on yours briefly like he wanted every last gasp you had. That was all it took — the sharp catch of friction over your clit, his tongue in your mouth, his weight grinding down — and you came with a cry against him. Your whole body twitched and arched beneath his, thighs trembling, pleasure ripping through you in waves while he kissed you through it.

As your breathing stuttered back down, he didn’t give you a chance to recover. His hands were already tugging at your shirt, peeling it slowly up and over your head. He tossed it aside carelessly and immediately pressed his mouth to your chest, kissing a path downward. His lips grazed the swell of your breast before wrapping around a nipple, tongue circling, sucking until it ached with heat. You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging gently, moaning as his teeth grazed.

He hummed against your skin, smug and hungry, then trailed lower, mouth leaving fire in its wake. His hands hooked into the waistband of your shorts, dragging both them and your soaked panties down in one smooth pull. Cool air kissed your bare skin, sharp against the heat he’d drawn out of you, and you felt his gaze sweep down hungrily, lingering on how wet you were for him.

Heat licked up your body the moment his mouth was on you, no hesitation, no teasing this time — just raw hunger. His lips sealed over your clit, tongue swirling tight, deliberate circles that had your hips jerking helplessly off the mattress. A sharp, wet suck followed, and the sound tore a whine from your throat, your voice breaking on his name.

Your fingers knotted in his silver hair, tugging without thought, grounding yourself against the overwhelming pressure he drew from you. He groaned low, the vibration thrumming straight into you, and when he pulled back for the barest second, his mouth wet and glistening, his eyes flashed up to you.

“Sweet,” he rasped, breathless, voice thick with want. “Always so sweet for me.”

You barely had time to gasp before he dove back in, tongue relentless, lips dragging, sucking, teasing, until his fingers slid into you. Two at once, stretching you, curling just right until they brushed that spot inside that made your thighs clamp tight around his head. You cried out, the sound high and broken, body trembling as he worked in tandem — tongue and fingers, ruthless, as though he was determined to wring you dry.

Your moans rose and fell, desperate, his name spilling in helpless cadence. Every curl of his fingers knocked the air from your lungs, every sharp pull of his mouth scattered your thoughts to ash. It didn’t take long — the tension spiked white-hot, breaking in a shuddering rush. Your whole body convulsed, clenching around his fingers, your thighs trembling against his shoulders as release ripped through you.

Below you, Sylus groaned deep into your heat, and the sound was raw, almost guttural. His hips flexed hard against the mattress, a violent shudder running through him as he spilled untouched, undone entirely by your own climax. He pressed closer still, mouth unrelenting even as he came, tongue coaxing every aftershock out of you until you were gasping, trembling, clawing at his hair to pull him up before he consumed you whole.

Sylus crawled back up your body, lips claiming yours in a hot, dizzying kiss. His tongue slid against yours, deep and greedy, until he finally pulled back just enough to murmur against your swollen mouth, voice rough with satisfaction.

“Look what you do to me, kitten… made me cum untouched.”

You smiled into the kiss, breath still shaky as you reached down between your bodies. Your hand wrapped around his cock, still hard, slick with his release. The moment your thumb swirled over the head, he groaned low in his chest, hips jerking into your palm.

“Sweetie…” His voice cracked on a moan as you worked him, but he let you play, even as he rocked slightly back to watch.

Your eyes never left his. You brought your fingers to your lips, licking his cum from them slowly, teasingly, and his gaze darkened, pupils blown wide, hunger sparking through him like fire catching on dry kindling.

“Fuck,” he breathed, voice hoarse, desire spiking so fiercely you felt it in the way he shifted against you.

He moved, guiding himself between your folds. He slid the thick head of his cock along your soaked slit, teasing, coating himself in your slick. When he let it tap against your oversensitive clit, you jolted with a gasp, shivering beneath him. He only smirked, the edge of his teeth catching on his lip, before pressing forward.

The stretch was immediate, delicious, filling you inch by inch until he was buried deep. A groan tore from his chest as his head dropped to your shoulder. “So warm,” he rasped, kissing up the column of your neck.

His hand found yours, fingers threading through yours, grounding you in the closeness as he began to move — deep, slow thrusts that made your body arch into his. Each roll of his hips dragged him perfectly against your walls, his mouth brushing over your throat, his voice rough in your ear.

Sylus’s hips stuttered, then drove forward harder, faster, each thrust a wet, friction-filled slap that made the bed creak beneath you. His free hand dug into your hip, pressing you impossibly close, while his mouth moved over your neck, your shoulder, nipping lightly, groaning each time he drew back to look at you.

“Fuck… you feel too good, sweetie,” he panted, voice ragged, words spilling out in between thrusts. “So tight… can’t—ngh—can’t get enough of you, kitten.”

Your fingers curled in his hair, tugging as your hips tried to meet his, trying to grind against him to match his pace. Every roll of his hips drove you higher, dragging your wetness over him, coating the soft hair at the base of his cock, your moans hot, needy, mingling with his deeper groans.

“That’s it, mark your territory, kitten,” he murmured between moans, voice breathless and messy. “All over me… hah—sweetie, you’re making me crazy.”

You gasped, back arching, chest pressing to his as you pressed your lips to his shoulder, moaning his name, every nerve alight. He didn’t stop, driving faster, rolling his hips just right, hitting your walls and clit perfectly.

“’M gonna—mm—gonna—” you moaned, the heat coiling impossibly tight in your belly.

“Yes… sweetie,” he groaned, voice rough and urgent, holding you down and filling you completely as he hit every spot that made you shiver. “Give it to me—cum for me.” 

It was too much — the friction, the way he fucked into you so impossibly deep and relentless. Your third climax ripped through you.

Sylus’s groan rose above yours, messy, uncontrolled, hips stuttering as his own release hit, filling you with his heat. His head dropped to your shoulder again, lips brushing skin as he shuddered, moaning your name over and over.

The bed shook beneath the two of you, the world narrowing to hot, sticky, wet, unrelenting ecstasy. You clung to him, sweaty and trembling, gasping, feeling the aftershocks of your shared climax reverberate through your joined bodies.

After a long, ragged moment, he lifted his head just enough to look down at you, pupils blown wide, chest heaving, a triumphant, messy grin on his lips.

“We’re not done yet, kitten,” he murmured, voice thick with need and satisfaction, pressing a lingering kiss to your jaw. “We haven’t made up for every interruption yet.”

Sylus shifted beneath you, letting you roll over so you straddled him. The movement pulled him free from your soaked walls, and the sudden emptiness made both of you hiss. But when you settled again, grinding down just above him, the slick heat of your folds made him groan almost immediately.

“Careful, kitten,” he murmured, voice low and silky, his hands pressing gently but firmly against your hips to tilt you just right. “I’m in no rush… I want you exactly like this.”

You ground slightly against him, teasing yourself over the throbbing heat of his tip, but he didn’t immediately let you sink down. Instead, he held you suspended, hips aligned, letting the friction drive your desire while he watched your every reaction.

“You feel so good,” he said, lips brushing along your jaw as his hands guided you, thumbs stroking the curve of your hips. “But I think… you should make the first move. I want to feel you choose me.”

You let out a small breath, flushed with anticipation, and shifted your weight, teasing him further. Sylus’s eyes darkened, glinting with amusement as he smirked at your hesitation.

“Patience, sweetie,” he murmured, tilting your hips just slightly again. “Ride me. Take your time… tease me a little longer. Show me exactly how much you want me.”

Your body ached with the friction, wetness coating both of you as you ground down lazily, clit brushing against his happy trail. His hands stayed firm on your hips, tilting and adjusting, guiding you, pressing you closer to the edge without letting you have it yet.

“You like playing with me, don’t you?” he purred, lips brushing over your shoulder as he leaned close. “You like making me wait… but I think I can handle it. Can you?”

Your fingers curled around his shoulders, your chest heaving as you felt the heat of him beneath you, still impossibly hard. The friction alone had your clit twitching, your hips aching to sink down, but Sylus’s calm, deliberate control made every second of the tease sharper, more delicious.

Finally, when he deemed it just right, he gave a slow, controlled nod, letting you sink down, spearing yourself on his cock. The gasp that tore from your lips was mirrored by his low, approving murmur. “There. That’s perfect, kitten… just like that.”

You slowly began to move, hips rolling lightly against him, letting the slick friction drag around his length. Each press of his tip into you made your breath hitch, and the heat building in your belly coiled tighter with every languid motion.

Sylus’s hands stayed on your hips, steadying and guiding, while his lips found your ear, brushing against it, warm and rough. “Mmm… sweetie… I can feel you shivering,” he murmured, his voice low and honeyed, vibrating straight into you. “Finally, just you and me… no interruptions, no distractions.”

You shivered at the intimacy, leaning down slightly to press your lips to the side of his neck, rocking slowly against him. He groaned softly, the sound a heady mix of satisfaction and want.

“Remember the jetski?” he whispered, fingers pressing a little tighter against your hips. “How you jumped on me mid-turn… you wanted this too, didn’t you?” His lips grazed your ear, hot and teasing. “Look at you now… still desperate for it, kitten. Don’t act like you weren’t craving me as much as I’ve been craving you.”

Your breath hitched, the words making your pulse stutter. You felt the teasing curl of his smirk against your skin even though you couldn’t see it. “I… I’ve wanted this all day,” you admitted softly, grinding a little more insistently, his tip nudging that spot that made your toes curl.

“That’s what I like to hear, sweetie,” he murmured, hand sliding down to cup your thigh briefly, thumb brushing against the sensitive curve just above your hip. “Every time I look at you, I can’t believe how lucky I am to have this—just you. These days spent together… it’s been perfect.”

You tilted your head, lips brushing against his jaw again, moaning softly at the pressure of his cock sliding just so against your slick folds. “I wish—wish it would last forever,” you whispered back, letting your hips roll just slightly faster.

“Mmm…” he groaned, voice low and wet. “You mean it, kitten?”

You moaned into his ear, walls clamping down on him. “Yes—fuck, Sylus—”

He nudged just right, thumb brushing your clit as you rocked down, and the coil in your belly tightened unbearably. “I think… I think I’m going to… sweetie,” he rasped, voice thick with need.

You gasped, lips brushing his shoulder, moving slower deliberately to prolong it, to savor every whisper and touch, every teasing scrape of his length against your walls. He groaned, low and messy, pushing up to meet you perfectly each time, the rhythm building a delicious tension neither of you wanted to end.

Another whine escaped your lips, hips trembling against him as the coil in your belly finally snapped. Sylus groaned low, thrusting one last, slow, deep stroke before coating your walls with his own release. The two of you melted together, heat and sweat and lingering friction binding you.

When the tremors subsided, he pulled you gently down into his chest, arms encircling you possessively. One hand rubbed languid, soothing circles across your back, the other gliding through your hair, fingers tangling in the strands as he nuzzled your shoulder. Your breathing gradually slowed, mingling with his, heartbeats syncing in the aftermath.

“You’re perfect, kitten,” he murmured softly, voice husky and content. “I love you.”

A soft, warm smile tugged at your lips as you pressed your face to his chest. “I love you too, Sylus,” you whispered back, letting yourself relax fully into him, letting the aftershocks of desire and intimacy settle across your skin.

For a long, quiet moment, the two of you simply existed together, tangled in sheets and sweat, the soft hum of the hotel night wrapping around you. Then a sudden, familiar squawk broke the haze — seagulls, hammering against the balcony glass with a persistence that made both of you freeze.

Sylus groaned, burying his face in your hair as the birds banged insistently. You laughed, pressing your cheek to his chest. “So much for a moment alone,”

He let out a low, playful growl, still holding you close. “Sweetie…” he murmured against your hair, a mischievous glint in his eyes even through the exhaustion. “Marry me again.”

You froze mid-laugh, pulling back just enough to blink at him in shock and amusement. “What?”

He lifted his head, brushing a strand of hair from your face, lips quirking in a grin that made your heart flutter. “Marry me again… so we can have another honeymoon. Just the two of us. No interruptions this time.”

You laughed again, leaning into him, heart full, cheeks warm. The absurdity and sweetness of it made your chest ache in the best way. “You’re ridiculous,” you murmured, still smiling, tracing lazy circles across his shoulder.

“Only around you, kitten,” he replied softly, tugging you closer once more. “No more interruptions. Ever.”

You nuzzled into him, laughter softening into a contented sigh, as the seagulls outside continued their noisy protests, entirely powerless against the perfect little world you two had carved together.

The hammock, the jetski mishaps, the teasing, the passion — it all faded into warmth, closeness, and quiet promises whispered over your joined hearts. It was clear, neither of you wanted the summer — or each other — to end.

a/n: sylus my pookie bear☹️ i loved this card smmmm god i need him biblically. had to do a smut continuation of this since he was getting cockblocked left and right in this card. also had to push my sylus loves dryhumping agenda and the sylus loves proposing while balls deep agenda. no he does not stop even after ur married. thank you for coming to my tedtalk. <3

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this is part II to this post

I FINALLY FINISHED IT!!! this was made and written before i finished chapter 3 of sylus event story (COUGH @blessdunrest yes i read it and will be adjusting part 3 of this mini comic accordingly COUGH) once again the 10 image limit on posts had me on a chokehold 😵‍💫

Unrelated note: im sorry if anyone feels annoyed with my update posts about delays or whatnot (like this post). If any yall feel like i should leave those posts untagged, please let me know 🙏 i just wanna vibe and exist making fat Mephisto content

[amaveon]

Sylus has such a small waist and the way his flanks kind of curves out and goes over his hip bones is SENDING ME INTO A SPIRAL I WANNA BITE IT I WANNA LEAVE MARKS ARGAHGRGAHAGAARG–

His back is fucking gorgeous 😏😈

slaps his back as strong as they can

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That look is gonna give me babies

THAT LOOK IS DANGEROUS

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Xavier: I've been eating salads. You know, no dressing, mostly just the protein.

MC: What kind of salads have you been eating?

Xavier: The little chopped up pieces of ham.

MC: ..Just the ham?

Xavier: Yeah. I don't like the lettuce or the other stuff in there.

MC: Well.. baby steps.

Xavier: It's not baby steps. There are some pretty big pieces of ham.

MC:

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random headcanons for the lads guys: social media

rafayel has like a million followers but only follows 3 people (mc, thomas and the official mo art studio page). he tweets every single thing that happens to him during the day and sometimes even from the official mo art studio account, which drives thomas crazy. he loves doom scrolling on tiktok and definitely gets those brainrot videos on his fyp which he sends you all the time. on instagram he posts aesthetic shots of his painting progress, pictures from his private beach at sunrise, and sometimes you can see the silloutte of someone, or a shadow but nothing more. he likes to keep his private life just to himself.

sylus only made a social media account to interact with you. he didn’t even actually create it himself, he let luke and kieran handle it which is why his handel is like “bossman” or something similarly silly. he doesn’t really care so he doesn’t bother changing it. he only has instagram, because that’s where he can see your pictures whenever he wants and that’s where you’re most active. his account is private and he has 4 followers who he also follows back. he only has two posts: one of his favourite vintage motorcycles that he fixed up and one of you.

xavier has social media but doesn’t really care for it. he mostly uses it to keep up with you and friends but otherwise doesn’t often engage online. why would he need to when you’re just one floor below and he could just text you to hang out? he doesn’t really post anything either, he has one of those accounts with no profile picture and no posts which looks kinda like it’s a spam account and he only follows you and maybe jeremiah.

caleb used to be pretty involved in social media. he liked using it to chat with friends and to keep up with whatever internet lingo that bled into your every day speech. now he doesn’t use social media much anymore, his colonel duties keeping him busy. he only ever uses instagram to share some beautiful shots of his view from his cockpit or to show off how pretty you looked on your latest date. he still has pictures from his highschool and college days up though, with silly selfies of him posing with you or friends. he has a couple of thousand followers because he’s always been pretty popular but he only follows like 20 people back.

zayne only made a twitter account to engage in medical discussions online or to help people when they ask questions. it is very professional with his profile pic being the official one from the akso hospital website. he’s actually quite successful on there and sometimes even get thirst tweets directed at him but he’s so chronically offline that he doesn’t really understand what people are trying to say when they say that he “could feel up their chest anytime he’d like ;)”. he’s more disturbed and mildly concerned by the unprofessionalism than flattered but it makes you laugh so he doesn’t mind it too much. after you guys started dating he let you set up an instagram account so he can like your pictures but otherwise he doesn’t really use it.

[amaveon]

my baby 🥺

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The lads men as dads✨

N/A: in my baby fever era so wrote small drabbles <3 the men are definitely girl dads that’s non negotiable <3 The babies are either newborns or a few months old! Let me know if y’all want more dad!lads.

Warnings: pregnancy, babies, childbirth… uhhhh pain because of birth, injections in Zaynes.

Sylus

Just moments ago your little girl was born after hours of labor, all the pain and panic you had gone through had suddenly stopped the moment you saw her little face and had skin to skin contact. The pain and tears had become worth it. Sylus stood by you the entire time, refusing to leave for even a second. He kissed your sweaty skin, let you hold his hand and squeeze until you almost broke it. It was so hard for him to watch you be in so much pain, and he wished he could take it all for you.

After skin to skin with your newborn, she was very unsettled as the nurses cleaned and checked her. Sylus first checked if you’re ok. His baby was important and yes he was overwhelmed with the love and sight of her, but you were equally important. “I’m ok, exhausted but ok” You reassure him, giving him a small tired smile.

“I’m so proud of you, so so proud” Sylus cant stop the tears from flowing out.

After a moment, the nurses beckon Sylus over. He walks with shaky legs, eager to finally hold his baby girl. The nurse smiles and gently places the crying newborn into his arms, the moment he holds her, Sylus’ heart skips a beat and the overwhelming feeling of pure love squeezes his chest.

“My little angel… ssshhh it’s ok, your daddy’s got you” Sylus coos, gently moving her to his bare chest.

The moment his little girl hears her dad’s voice, she quiets, suddenly calm in his arms.

Sylus looks at you and back his baby, more tears flowing down his face. For nine months, the literal second he found out you’re pregnant, Sylus spoke to her. Even when she was still yet hardly formed, just a foetus, he would speak to her. Having full conversations about his day or random thoughts that would pop up. When she was able to kick and move, Sylus would interpret that as a response.

“And I said to the dealer that I wasn’t going to pay those prices-“ the baby kicks “Yes exactly, you understand my point.”

You smile softly and gesture him over, “Sylus, she calmed to your voice… I guess you talking to her for months has brought her comfort” you softly whisper, wiping his tears when he finally sits next to you.

Zayne

“It’s ok, love, babies cry when they get their first injections” Zayne reassures, holding your hand for comfort.

You look at him with worry, “But she’s just eight weeks! She’s still itty bitty and I don’t want her to be in pain” the thought of it made you upset, making you hug your baby protectively.

Zayne nods rubbing your back in comfort “It’ll all be ok, she’s a strong baby, just like her mother.” He smiles softly at you, admiring how you’re overprotective of the little one. Zayne understands, he really does, but his daughter is safe in his hospital.

The doctor calls for you and Zayne enter the room but you hesitate. You know your baby needs her jabs to keep her safe but you hated seeing her little face scrunched in tears. Zayne helps you off your seat and secures your baby girl before heading into the doctors office. He knows the doctor tending to your daughter quite well, and that reassures you a little.

“Please take a seat” The doctor said, gesturing to two chairs by his desk.

You sit down, Zayne next to you as he and the doctor talk about the injection. Not paying much attention to them as your baby girl looks around the doctors office in wonder, she has the same green eyes as her father and it shows in how she observes her surroundings.

Zayne keeps his hand in yours as finally the doctor is ready for the injection. Your little one is oblivious as to what’s going to happen as Zayne takes her into his lap instead. It would be for the best, he will keep her still while you’d most likely panic. Same.

“It’ll be over in a few minutes, snowflake” Zayne whispers, kissing her head gently. He flashes you a reassuring smile, also giving your head a gentle kiss.

You watch in anticipation as the doctor administers the first injection, expecting your daughter to start crying… but she says calm. Her little lip quivers as the other two injections quickly happen, softly whimpering as Zayne comforts her, her big eyes tearing up a little.

“There we go, my snowflake, that wasn’t bad was it?” Zayne coos, rubbing her little back in comfort.

“Awww she did so well!” You give her a big fat kiss on her cheek.

“I was talking about you but yes, she did do well.”

Caleb

“Don’t worry, pipsqueak, I got this!” Caleb proudly declares, picking up the crying bundle of joy and placing her gently on the changing mat.

“Are you sure? You’ve been with her all day, let me help” you slowly begin to untangle yourself from the comfort of your bed but before you can sit up, Caleb flashes you a warning glare. Ever since you both came home from the hospital in the early hours of the morning, he’s been taking care of you and the baby, stating ‘You did all the hard work, let me take over now.’

If you both needed something, he’d be right there. Grabbing you water, making the babies bottle, feeding her, giving you food, making sure you’re comfortable and doing his best to ease your pain. Caleb even helps you to the bathroom and back, knowing you’re in pain, he doesn’t want you to suffer alone.

“Stay in bed, you gave birth and need to rest. I got her” Caleb flashes you a smile before he gently coos his baby girl, “Don’t worry, little pips, your dads got you.”

You watch in awe as he changes her, admiring how gentle he’s being. His soft reassurance as he smiles, his eyes exhausted yet so full of love. Caleb had practiced changing diapers when he first found out you’re pregnant on everything and anything. Which included the cat, unfortunately for Fluffy. It turned into a competition for him, to see how fast he can change a diaper and attempt to beat his previous record.

Caleb was excited to become a dad, and he promised he’ll be here for the both of you. He was ready and prepared for the diapers, despite you not being happy to do them. While you dreaded it, the thought of accidentally hurting such a tiny delicate human, Caleb wasn’t worried at all. He was ready for this.

After a few minutes, the baby’s cries died down as Caleb holds his baby girl against his chest. “All clean now, you did so well” he coos at her, kissing her head gently.

He carries the baby to you, softly getting into bed to cuddle you both close. Caleb is silent for a moment, admiring his little girl as she makes soft noises. “Thank you for giving me her, thank you for sacrificing your body for her.. I love you both so so much.”

Rafayel

“Little guppy! Please stay still” Rafayel huffs as his little daughter squirms in the sand with determination to go back into the water to splash her legs.

You watched nearby, sitting on a towel and smiling at the two of them. “Hey, you showered her the ocean, don’t blame her if she wants to be her fishy self” you teased him.

Rafayel frowns as he attempts to paint his little one, wanting to preserve the memory of her being so small. “Well she is my kid.. can you hold her while for a while? I’m almost done.”

With a nod you stand up and sit behind your little one, gently holding onto her as she wiggles in your arms. You can’t help but adore your little one, she tilts her head to the side and gives you a small toothless smile, scrunching up her little nose. Her smile makes you smile, and you can’t help but attack her in kisses.

Rafayel watches the two of you with a soft smile, quickly painting the scene in front of him. Once he was done, he dramatically flops next to you both “I see how it is, I get no kisses or affection… leave me out it’s fine” he pouts and whines. Rolling your eyes you place your daughter on his stomach, watching as she squeals and leans forward to attack Rafayel in gummy kisses. He laughs and reruns the kisses back, holding his little one close.

“What are you doing if she’s dramatic like you?” You wonder aloud, making Rafayel flash you a playful frown as his baby devours his face.

“Me? Dramatic? How dare you. I call it having personality, which by the way, she will have” he declares.

You playfully roll your eyes and join in with her kisses and cuddles. How can you not when they’re being so cute?

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Later that day, you finally look at the painting Rafayel did of your baby. Your heart stops when you see it, the tears well up at the sight. Your baby doing her little toothless, scrunchy smile which melts your heart, and you giving her an identical smile back. Rafayel wasn’t lying when he said she has your smile.

Xavier

Poor sleeping king. Hasn’t slept in days since his little one was born.

It was a tough adjustment, from going to sleeping whenever you both felt like it to suddenly staying up and getting two hours of sleeps at most.

Xavier tries his best to let you rest while he has his daughter, he wants to sleep too but he’s putting you first. To make sure that you get some rest first since you’re the one who gave birth.

And what’s when you wake up from your nap to an oddly quiet house. You panic slightly as you get out of bed slowly, careful to not agitate your sore body. The living room TV quietly plays some baby sleep music that you and Xavier play to soothe the baby, and as you approach, you see Xavier and your baby peacefully asleep.

Your heart clenches at the sight, your little baby safely sleeping beside her father, who has her safely cocooned so she can’t hurt herself. You grab a blanket and slowly drape it over Xavier, tucking him in and making sure your baby wasn’t too hot.

You leave them be, but before you do, you place a gentle kiss on both of their foreheads.

“Sleep well, my babies.”

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Here is what I’m thinking about MC turns into a toddler right before the LIs have to leave for work. Zayne and Caleb can’t just call sick like the other three. Zayne? he’d drop her off at the hospital childcare. But Caleb?? Even better if he was about to enter the Deepspace tunnel

Hopefully your day is better than mine

awww this is so cute i love this idea so much my fluffy heart🥹🥹 thank you for sending me this. i hope you feel better soon? did you have a bad day? here let me give you endless hugs come here 🫂

Lads men when you accidentally turn into a toddler:

xavier doesn’t understand what happened honestly, he will be taking to jeremiah and they would together ponder while you are fast asleep in xavier’s lap. “man she looks adorable doesn’t she?” jeremiah smiles, booping your sleeping form.

xavier furrows his brows, “don’t touch her. she is asleep.” xavier has been so protective over you. he brings you the best toys ever and just watches you play with them. “xavie- plushies!” you whine when he takes you to a walk and you come across a plushie store. “hmm.” he smiles, “looks like there’s not much changed about you after all.”

behold — you and xavie are on a plushie hunt, he dedicates himself into buying you the plushie you want the most, and after strenuous labour, he finally gets it for you. man… the joy in your baby eyes and the happy clapping made his day. 🥺

zayne is amused, and he knows this must be one of the anomalies when this happens to you. but he is also giddy; you look so adorable his babyfever is at an all time high. 🙂‍↔️ when the hunter’s association called him as your emergency contact — honestly, he was quite scared. but what welcomed him was an adorable little babygirl. ouch 😩

he immediately takes you in his hold and goes shopping with you, talking to you one sided, “hello little one, you like sweets?” he asks softly, headpatting you. zayne who is oh-so-famous for being stern and cold was melting like a popsicle. you nod eagerly, “wuv~ chocolates!” oh his heart skips a beat. he can’t help but imagine your daughter… which would be equal parts zayne and equal parts you; as he takes you to an ice cream adventure.

rafayel found you playing with his paintbrushes — when he left you for sometime at home. what the actual fuck? “noo no no no no they are not for kids!” he immediately picks you up, confused. “are you a wanderer! tell me!” he hikes your toddler form up in the air. a soft giggle escapes you as you shriek in happiness. “wandewew—“ you giggle again. and rafayel could swear he would kill for you and get himself killed.

“oh cutie— you should have told me you looked this adorable as a baby—“ he immediately carries you in one hand to the kitchen. “let’s see— what we have—“ in a singy-songy way. rafayel immediately gets used to this lmfao. “well, let’s hope whatever happened to you is temporary because i would miss my girlfriend eventually.” he kisses your cheek.

you pout and whine, tummy growling. “aww- let me make something for you.” rafayel gently sets you on the kitchen counter, kissing your cheek again. “man you are so soft and squishy~” he grins, winking at you. you wink back… he is having the time of his life.

sylus is disturbed— when luke and kieran yell out, “BOSS!” followed by a shrieking caw or two by mephisto. “CAW CAW!” he doesn’t understand what could be so intense that all three of them are losing their minds over it. so when he comes and sees his girlfriend in the living room, turned into a toddler and flinching at their screams— he loses it.

“oh—? don’t tell me you scared my little one?” he is acting composed, but really losing his shit. but when your lip quivers and tears glaze on your soft eyes, his hands reflexively reach out for you. he is a little wary, a little scared. he doesn’t want you to be scared of him… you see, sylus doesn’t have a lot of good experience with the kids. and the kids don’t have any good experiences from him either.

but when — when you make grabby hands at him? that’s it. that’s all he needs. a soft smile is plastered in his features as he picks you up. “aww, sweetie, there there. it’s okay. some people don’t know that you shouldn’t yell in front of babies.” he glares and luke and kieran; and… mephisto. :3 you are quick to copy him though, “thewe thewe sweetie!” you chirped, trying to grab his entire face with your two tiny hands and failing miserably.

“don’t tell me i need to toddler-proof the onichynus base, little one.” he smiles softly, nuzzling against you as he carries you with him. you lean in and nip at his cheek, shaking and swaying your legs. “ah—“ a rich chuckle escapes him as he purrs, “and i should also toddler proof sylus, no?”

caleb is fuming, his spaceship was just about to leave but the otto in his house started blazing alarms. “emergency. emergency. emergency.” it yelps out, and caleb is scared for his life. with the ether core in your heart— are you taken and kidnapped by ever? what is happening? why in skyhaven? this entire island is supposed to be in the colonel caleb’s hands. his jet flies to his house in seconds.

when he opens the door, colonel uniform crisp and intimidating, you are playing fetch with the otto. you— barely a two year old, throwing the otto away, and it comes back blazing emergency— emergency— emergency— causing your little form to chuckle & giggle. a deep sigh erupts from him. “fuck—“ he mumbles to himself.

“fuck—“ you repeat, looking at him softly and grinning wide. “oh- no no no—“ he shakes his head, carefully picking you up. “look atcha pipsqueak— you are an actual cupcake now.” he grins wide and you grin back at him. “up.” you smirked, like you already know how to order him around.

he plays the rest of his day with you, using his evol to keep you floating as you giggle happily, while also searching for how to undo it so he can have a daughter like you. 😻

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fucking you while standing

your pussy was already raw and throbbing, swollen from how hard he’d been pounding you, his cum still dripping out from the last round. you thought he’d slow down, but sylus just groaned, pulled out, and hooked his arms under your thighs, lifting you off the bed like you weighed nothing.

“hold on to me, sweetie,” he muttered, voice low and rough, sweat sticking strands of hair against his forehead. his cock pushed back into you in one brutal thrust, bottoming out so deep your scream tore through the room.

“ahhh... ahhh... fuck, sylus! s-so deep...! hhnnngghhh...! y-you’re splitting me open!” you sobbed against his shoulder, clinging to him desperately while his cock pounded into your cervix.

he grunted with each thrust, eyes dark, jaw tight. “and you fucking love every second of it, don't you, kitten? getting fucked like this—you say that and you’re still squeezing me like this cock’s the only thing you need.” his hips snapped up hard, making you jolt.

“c-can’t—ahhh—too much—ahhh—fuck, it’s so big!” you wailed, voice breaking into filthy cries, your nails clawing down his back. “yeah?” he rasped, fucking you harder, the back of your thighs slapping against his thighs with every lift. “you always take it so good for me, baby. look at you—screamin’ for it like a good girl.”

your body trembled, squirt gushing out around his cock as he drilled up into you, making you cry out hoarsely. “ahhh... ahhh—sylus! i’m cumming—ahhhhh, f-fuck, i can’t...!” he groaned deep, grinding you down onto his cock, holding you tighter when your body shook violently in his arms. “there you go, baby. fuuuck... yeah, that's it... fucking cum on my cock.”

your dripping pussy kept convulsing around him, messy and soaking, slick running down his thighs as he never slowed. “sylus—ahhh—nnghh—‘m sensitive—too much—c-can’t think—ahhh!”

“shhh,” he husked against your ear, still pounding you mid-air, his voice a deep growl. “don’t need to think, sweetie. just hold on and let me fuck this pussy—you're not done.”

© luvsaes

[amaveon]

Heyyy! Hope you're having a great day!

May I request a hurt/comfort fic w/ sylus? Like really angsty but w a happy ending. You can decide what type of scenario you want it to be!

Thankssss!

REQUEST RECEIVED...ENTERING THE PRINCESS'S COURT !

[♕]: thank you for requesting love!

ENOUGH ! — SYLUS QIN

⋆˚꩜.ᐟ : including — comfort fluff, established relationship, Sylus being an attentive lover, 'i love you's', cutesy shit <3 [♡₊˚ ♕]: her highness's decree: Remember my royals, you are always enough. You are always needed, do not ever think for a moment that if you were gone— if your presence wasn't around that people would not miss you. That your impact wouldn't be remembered. It would, because you are memorable. No matter who you are, that will never change my loves <3 [౨ৎ] synopsis: you been having the best week per se, whether it was because of hormones, your workload as a hunter— or maybe something else entirely. You've been feeling off, and Sylus takes heavy notice and concern of that.

wrd count: 3.3k

Maybe it was your cycle, maybe it was your workload, or maybe it was something else entirely. But lately, you've been feeling more and more...useless? Or at least not as needed in a way.

Slaying wanders has always been a breeze but lately that's seemed like all your good for, just a machine with a sword. A hand to a weapon—which isn't inherently terrible. Maintaining safe environment's for the average person of Linkon is one of the perks of being a hunter.

However, lately the smiles and accolades haven't been enough to burn away the feeling of somewhat emptiness dwelling inside. And when you get home— god it's a whole new mental battle of self worth.

You love Sylus, that has always and will always be true, and you have no doubt in your mind that he loves you just as much if not even more!

And it comforts you— his love and affection keeps you grounded 90% of the time.

His touch on your skin, the tenderness and genuine care in his words when you're visibly worn out, the look in his eye when he sees you in the early mornings—it's damn near otherworldly how pure it is. How honest and devoted he is to you.

But despite it all. Despite his blatant love—lately, you've been questioning if you're deserving of that. Of him.

If what you are—who you are was enough for him. If he was truly happy with just you.

—

When you got home tonight, he was already there, waiting for you like always. The lights were dim, and Sylus sat in his designated reading spot like normal. You almost didn’t step inside right away—you actually almost turned back around just to avoid him seeing the obvious tired expression on your face.

But of course, Sylus noticed. He always notices.

The moment your boots hit the floor, his head lifted, and his gaze found you like it always does—like you were the only thing in the room worth paying attention to. And it should have been comforting. It usually is. But lately, even that warmth has been brushing up against the hollow inside you.

Burning and partially killing you from the inside out.

"Sweetie? Is everything alright?" His voice alone pings your heart— shit well now he's concerned— putting on your best fake-'i'mtiredbutreallyhappytoseeyou' face you nod.

Sylus stayed quiet, crimson eyes trailing over you with that unnerving patience of his. As if he were cataloging every twitch, every shift in your posture, every false little smile you tried to hold up for him. The silence stretched, heavy enough to make your chest tighten.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, his voice cut through the air again—soft, steady, but leaving no room for escape. “Come here. Sit with me.”

Your gut twisted instantly, knotted so tight it almost hurt. The last thing you wanted was to be under that gaze any longer, not when you weren’t sure if you could keep your mask from slipping. But you also knew there was no denying him. Not because he forced you, but because he asked like that—gentle, coaxing, as if the weight of the world could fall away if you just moved closer.

So you did what you always do: you tried to act normal. A shrug, a small hum, as if this were just another night, another simple request. You crossed the room, each step careful, measured, almost deliberate. By the time you lowered yourself beside him on the plush couch, your heart was racing like you’d just come back from a hunt.

You kept your smile, even let out a tiny laugh like you were fine. Shifting your body slightly towards him, you look up at your lover with what you hope passes for ease. But Sylus isn’t fooled. He never is.

Without a word, he reaches out and takes your hands into his, wrapping them gently but firmly, grounding you in that steady warmth only he's ever carried. His thumbs brush against your skin, deliberate and slow, like he’s trying to remind you he’s here.

“You know you can tell me anything,” he murmurs, voice steady but soft, like he’s afraid to push too hard and make you retreat. "I'd never judge your or cast you aside for anything you want to need speak on, sweetie."

Fuck.

Your vision blurs immediately, every syllable pressing against the fragile dam you’ve been building inside. Each word feels like a heavy waterfall, battering at the cracks, and your chest aches with the weight of it. You swallow, force yourself to keep your lips from trembling. “I’m fine,” you whisper, barely audible.

But your eyes betray you. Glassy, trembling, threatening to spill over.

Sylus’s expression shifts—pain flickers across his face, the kind that makes your heart lurch. He leans in just slightly, holding your hands tighter, his voice breaking with quiet plea. “I won't push you if you truly don't want to tell me, but if it's truly something that worries or bothers you—please tell me.”

A moment passes between you two, where a decision was to be made.

You could either stifle it down again, go to sleep in silk pajama's that he bought wondering if you're worthy of wearing them. Or tell the man you love— who's literally begging you to tell him what's wrong, to tell him what's been eating you up inside for almost a week now.

You open your mouth to speak, but no sound comes out, the look in Sylus's eyes the final push your heart needed for you to break.

And with that—the dam shatters.

Tears spill fast and heavy before you can stop them, breaking his gaze as you try to speak but nothing but unintelligible soft murmurs fall past your lips. Though Sylus doesn’t hesitate—not for a second. He draws you into his arms with a soft certainty that leaves no room for doubt. You tiredly collapse against his chest, clutching at his sweater as if you might unravel completely without something solid to hold onto.

Tears surely staining his expensive wool, but Sylus couldn't care less. He holds your shaking form with a soft stability, rubbing your back in circles and whispering sweet comforting words into your head.

Never rushing you, never demanding an explanation.

He just— holds you, steady and unyielding. The pass of his hands a wordless reassurance. The smell of his cologne and his natural scent slowly but surely calming your sobs into trembling breaths.

After giving you a few moments, Sylus's voice comes again, low against your hair. “Did anyone hurt you?” You shake your head quickly, pressing your face harder against his chest, desperate to make him believe it.

With a sigh, he leans back just enough to see your face, his eyes soft and brimming with concern. His thumb wipes at the streaks on your cheek, gentle as ever, though his expression carries the weight of worry he can’t disguise. “Okay, then what is it, sweetie?” he asks, gaze searching yours, heavy with love but aching to understand.

You take a shaky breath, trying to piece words together even as your throat feels tight. “I just…” your voice wavers, cracking under the weight of everything you’ve been holding back. “I’ve been feeling like I’m not… needed. Not really. At work, there are hunters so much better than me—stronger, faster. And me? It’s like I’m just…” You swallow hard, forcing the words out. “Just a hand to a sword. That’s all.”

Your gaze flickers down, afraid to meet his. “And then I have you. You always keep me grounded. You make me feel safe and loved and I—I do love that, I love you, but—”

The sentence fractures on your lips, breaking under the weight of your own doubt. Your eyes finally lift, meeting Sylus’s steady, unflinching gaze. The tears start building all over again, blurring him from view.

He squeezes your hands gently, that small gesture alone urging you on, telling you it’s safe to say the rest.

“Am I…” Your voice barely scrapes past your lips, thin and trembling, a tear slipping down your cheek as your eyes search his with desperate uncertainty. “Am I really enough for you? Do you actually like being with me—listening to me ramble, just… wasting time with me even when I’m being ridiculous?” A weak, broken laugh escapes you, sharp with nerves and heavy with ache. “When I’m not even being a hunter? When I'm just—me?”

The words fall heavy between you, tangled in tears that now roll freely down your face.

Sylus’s expression softens, though there’s a certain seriousness in his gaze that makes your breath hitch. His hands tighten gently around yours, grounding you before he speaks.

“Y/n,” his voice is quiet but steady, every word deliberate, “you’ve changed my life more than I think you realize. I could never see you as simply one thing—because doing so would be ignoring every other amazing factor about you. And I could never do that.” His thumb strokes lightly against your skin, his eyes locked onto yours with unwavering sincerity.

A shaky exhale leaves your lips as your heart melts, the softness of his words making you want to cry all over again. Your chest feels tight, like his love is too big to fit inside you, pressing against every hidden crack you’ve tried to seal away.

Blinking back tears, you silently gaze at him as he continues.

“Whether that's in the morning for you, when you're tired and soft, I see the sweetest part of you. When you’re bold and sharp, I can’t help but get enough of it,” he says sweetly, his voice warmer now, laced with something so genuine it makes your chest ache.

“You asked me if you’re enough? If I truly like being with you?” Sylus’s tone dips softer, almost fragile in how carefully he speaks. One of his hands lifts, cupping your cheek with a gentleness that makes your breath catch. His thumb traces the faintest line along your skin, lingering as if to anchor you in place. Your instinctively nuzzle into the warmth, the sudden affection making your shoulders drop as Sylus exhaled slowly. Taking a moment to admire your softness before leaning in, just close enough for his breath to mingle with yours.

“You’re more than enough. You’ve always been more than enough.”

Sylus's eyes search yours, unwavering, pulling you into the gravity of his sincerity. “Being with you—it’s not just something I merely enjoy or like. It’s what I look forward to. It’s the peace I never thought I’d have." He confesses, eyes low but filled with love as he spoke.

"You’re the part of my day that makes almost anything bearable.”

The weight of his words sinks into you slowly, blooming warm and overwhelming in your chest. Your lips tremble into a soft smile as you tilt your head, resting your cheek against your palm. Big, glassy eyes lock on his, wide and reverent. “You are too,” you murmur, the words fragile but certain.

Sylus leans forward without hesitation, pressing the gentlest kiss to your forehead. Your lashes flutter closed at the touch, your heart melting entirely at his quiet devotion. His breath brushes your skin as he whispers, “I’m honored to be your safe space.”

When he pulls back, you look up at him again—your tears no longer heavy with ache, but light, happy, shimmering. The words slip out of you before you can stop them, whispered through the crack in your smile. “I love you.”

Sylus’s lips curve into the softest smile, his velvety voice low and steady as he leans closer. “I love you too, more than you'll ever imagine.”

With that you shift from where you’d been sitting at his side, turning toward him fully. The need to be closer overwhelms you, and before you can second-guess it, you move into his lap, straddling him so you can hold him tighter. Your arms wrap fiercely around his neck, your body pressing flush to his as though the distance of even a breath would be too much.

Burying your face against his chest, the words spill out again, muffled but raw: “'luv you so much, Sy.”

Sylus exhales softly with a hum, his own arms enveloping you with the same steadiness he always gives, his voice low against your hair. “I love you more.” Arms arms locked securely around you, holding you close as the world outside fades into silence. And in that stillness, it’s just the two of you—hearts pressed together, breathing in sync, the quiet moment stretching into forever.

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Beach Season 🥵

If I ever see them on the beach like this... I'll die happy fr 😌.

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fahdurhood

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all i have is this fat cock and fantastic music library

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I was sitting here on this fine Sunday afternoon having my daily existential crisis when a thought popped into my cesspool of a noggin… which LI would accidentally knock MC up during their first time hitting it raw?

I’m talking like, MC has been begging them for months to ditch the condoms and just go for it.

She’s not even on birth control either, but god dammit does she wanna be creampied. Her other excuse? The stars literally have to align for someone to get pregnant! Like no way getting filled up once would she end up pregnant…

Okay well, here we are a month after being hit raw and stuffed like a fuckin boston cream donut and her period has fully skipped a cycle and she’s now entering the danger zone of missing it for a second month. She doesn’t even have to take the test, she already fucking knows—

My money is on Sylus or Rafayel.

A dragon and a merman sea god… both cum a LOT… and realistically they should have two dicks. Their human forms don’t so naturally their body makes up for it with the sheer amount of cum they produce when orgasming.

I’d say Zayne next because he is a doctor and has a relatively healthy life style save for his indulgence in sweets. His swimmers would be… determined. He’d try to pull out too, but fuck you feel so good and logistically speaking he knows you’re right about the odds… well…

Caleb comes in fourth because that man is so stressed all the time that I can’t see it happening on the first go. Maybe second or third? After multiple rounds too. Like he doesn’t wanna get you pregnant but he wants to get you pregnant LMFAOO he’s conflicted

Last would be Xavier imo. He’s so old that I feel like his loads would be a lot but not… fast or determined. Like def not the first ever time, and that’s where it’s dangerous. Because after three or four times hitting it raw and you don’t get knocked up? He never wears condoms again and well… give it two or three months of this newfound rawdogging and there ya go…

Feel free to share your opinions in the comments cuz I’m curious

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You mean to tell me, Mr. luxury agreed to go on a scamster honeymoon to a 5/10 stars hotel without a peep, to a tropical location although the sun hurts his eyes, and the ONLY time he complained was because other people wouldn't let him be alone with MC??? 😩😩.

I love that the Dev's did not write him as some "hah yeah I'm gonna provide for you all the time, cuz I'm wayyy richer than you" nonsense trope.

He really respects Mc and doesn't push her to spend his money either. He's there to take care of things ONLY if MC wants him to step in. If not, then he'll be just as happy at a low budget movie screening, or a free honeymoon scam hotel. And you won't hear him complain even for a second, till the time he gets to spend time with you.

Damn.