doyouwantitkitten

[doyouwantitkitten]

It’s delulu hours for me.

But I love him, your honor!

[doyouwantitkitten]

😍😭

CW: SMUT. Joyride, NSFW. 21+. Pussy eating, outdoor sex.

“When you’re sitting behind me, there are things more interesting than speed.”

Another free Sylus card 😩😩❤️❤️❤️❤️ I was just talking in my discord this morning how I wanted more motorbike Sylus cards. This is unreal. ❤️

Like the feel of your breasts pressing against his back as you hold onto him tightly.

His hand reaching behind him travelling up your thigh, squeezing, silently communicating that he can feel the heat of your body even through the motorcycle gear.

Your hands roaming his torso, slipping under his shirt, tracing the ridges and lines of his hard abs. Making him shudder beneath your touch. His groans lost in the wind but you can feel the vibrations through his back.

He picks up speed. The adrenaline of the motorbike, your touches getting too much. He needs you. Needs more. Needs to taste you.

The bike comes to halt. Neither of you care about the open setting anymore. You need him just as much as he needs you.

He uses his evol to keep his bike steady and up right as he bends you over the seat. His hands making quick work of your jeans yanking them down your thighs and exposing your dripping cunt to the cool night air.

As much as he wants to thrust into you, he doesn’t. Even with the thrill and the risk of outdoor sex he wants to take his time with you. Wants to make you cum at least twice. He drops to his knees behind you. His large hands firmly gripping your ass as he spreads you open. Groaning at the sight of your glistening sex.

“So fucking wet for me, Kitten.” Without further preamble he leans forward, his tongue delving between your folds. Expertly eating you out. He knows your pussy well after all. It’s his favourite place to be.

You grip onto the motorbike, knuckles turning white as your moans fill the night air and the obscene sounds of Sylus enjoying your juices. His fingers join in. Starting off nice and slow, relishing the feeling of your hot wet walls clenching around two of his long large fingers.

He knows just where to stroke and rub to get you over the edge. Your pussy flutters around his fingers, your release gushing out of you onto his hand and mouth. Sylus groans, “fuck yes.” His cock throbs painfully against his pants. The dual zippers seemingly ready to burst from the pressure but he doesn’t pull back yet. He’s gonna wring out every ounce of your pleasure. He loves sending you into overstimulation until you’re begging for relief.

“Sy… p-please!” You whimper. With a satisfied smirk, he licks between your folds a few more times before pulling away.

Sylus makes quick work of his pants. Freeing his large straining cock. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, Sweetie.”

He strokes himself a few times before easing himself inside your warm centre, groaning at the exquisite sensations. As much as he’d love to fuck into you hard and fast straight away he knows how big he is, that he needs to give you a chance to adjust.

You arch your back. Your sweet moans and gasps like music to his ears as he fills you.

“I could stay like this forever, Kitten.” he groans as he starts to move, the drag of his thick veiny cock against your walls is exquisite. As he feels you relaxing and getting used to his intrusion he grips your hips and starts fucking you faster.

“Ah..ah.. oh fuck.. Sylus!” You cry out in pleasure. He feels deep in any position but when he’s behind you like this… it’s so fucking intense. Your eyes water from the intense pleasure but you look at him over your shoulder. Your face flushed and you’re panting. “D-don’t stop.” You whimper to reassure him that you’re okay.

Sylus nearly cums right then and there. The sight of you, a whimpering, flustered mess. All because of him. “Perfection.” He grunts as he continues to pound into you. Sylus feels his orgasm building at the base of his spine. He reaches around you, finding your clit and massaging it. There was no way he was cumming before you had your second orgasm.

“F-fuck… Sylus!” You throw your head back in pleasure. The dual stimulation of his fingers on your clit and him fucking into you is too much. Your body trembles and shakes beneath him as you orgasm over his cock. Your pussy rippling along his pistoning shaft.

Sylus lets out a loud guttural moan at the feeling of your cunt clenching his cock. “That’s it, Sweetie. Fuck you’re amazing.” After a few more thrusts he hilts inside you. His release barreling down on him. Thick ropes of his cum paint your insides. Marking you as his in the most primal way.

Sylus collapsing against your back, you’re both panting. He nuzzles into your neck. Inhaling your scent as he places a few kisses onto your sweat slicked skin.

“You’re so beautiful. Sweetie. I love you.”

[doyouwantitkitten]

Texting with the LADS men.

You glare at your phone, a fresh wave of irritation and frustration washing over you as you read Sylus' teasing message.

"Do you remember how good it felt, sweetie? The way my tongue circled around it"

You do remember, the way your nipple strained against your shirt as he suckled it. He could feel it swell in his mouth, the sweet little bud begging for more.

"Stop teasing, Sy"

"I don't think so, kitten. Not when I can still feel the way your panties clung to your soaked pussy"

You try to reply but don't know what to say.

"You were so wet, so ready for me"

Damn those twins for choosing that moment to interrupt

"When will you be back home? Will I see you tomorrow?"

"I'll be back in the N109 Zone by midnight tonight. Do you want to come over? Finish what we started?"

He wants to play? Fine, you can play his games.

"Can't, I have to work tomorrow. Tell you what though, I'll bet you 100 bucks you'll end up jerking off to what happened between us today as soon as you get home"

You smile and lean back in your chair to wait for his reply. A few minutes later...no answer. He's probably busy...

Ping

You stare at your phone, eyes widening as you read the notification. $300 bucks?

" The bet was for $100, Sylus"

" Yeah I know, but do you really think once will be enough?"

You throw your phone across the room and let out a little giggle as you stretch out on the couch wiggling your toes.

[doyouwantitkitten]

Shooting Games

The street market of the N109 Zone was bustling under the soft glow of hanging lanterns, every corner filled with the sizzling of street food and the murmur of weekend crowds. Normally, Sylus Qinche, the most feared criminal lord in the city, would’ve never been caught dead strolling through such a lively, chaotic place.

But here he was—hand in hand with his far-too-cheerful wife—being dragged around like a glorified bodyguard.

“Sysy, look at that!” (Name)’s eyes lit up, pointing towards a stall where skewers of glazed scallops sizzled on open fire. “We have to get some!”

Sylus sighed, though a soft smile tugged at the edge of his lips. “For the record, kitten, I don’t do waiting in lines. Not even for seafood.”

“That’s funny, because you’re literally doing it right now,” she grinned, winking as she tugged him forward. “Look at you. So domesticated. So obedient.”

“I prefer the term devoted husband, thank you.” He leaned down, murmuring into her ear, “Obedient, however, is not part of my vocabulary. As you’ll be reminded later tonight.”

(Name) rolled her eyes, but the slight blush on her cheeks betrayed her. “Behave, Sysy. Public setting. Kids around.”

That earned a low chuckle from Sylus.

But just as they were about to move on, (Name) stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes locked on something across the street. Dangerous. Focused. Sylus recognized that glint.

“What is it now?” he asked warily.

“There.” She pointed dramatically.

A shooting game stand, decked out in neon colors and lined with oversized plushies, stood proudly among the other vendors. And at its very top, hanging like some glorious trophy, was a giant dragon plush. Midnight black, crimson eyes, little wings spread in a cocky flair.

It looked insultingly like Sylus.

“Oh no,” Sylus muttered. “I see where this is going.”

“This one’s coming home with me, Sysy!” (Name) declared, grabbing his arm.

“Sweetie, you do realize those games are rigged, yes? The house always wins.”

“Well, they haven’t met me yet.” She shot him a grin that spelled trouble.

Moments later, she stood at the counter, plastic gun in hand, eyes narrowed at the stacked tin cans. Sylus folded his arms, watching with bemused fondness.

First shot—direct hit.

The cans wobbled.

But didn’t fall.

The gamemaster chuckled nervously. “Oh, tough luck, Missy. Maybe another try?”

(Name), being her stubborn self, didn’t back down. Shot after shot, she aimed perfectly, yet the cans barely budged. A few onlookers began to gather, murmuring quietly.

Sylus could see it—the faint crease of her brows, the downturn of her lips. His wife was frustrated. And as much as he adored that pouty face, seeing her sad was not something he tolerated.

“Tch.” Sylus’s crimson eyes gleamed. “I told you, sweetheart. Rigged. Just say the word, I’ll burn this stand to the ground.”

She stopped him before it escalated further.

“No worries Sysy, let’s not waste our time here tonight.”

Sylus, however, had had enough.

Just as (Name) sighed, ready to give up and step away, a firm hand circled her wrist.

“Oh no, kitten. You’re not walking away yet.” Sylus’s voice was velvet smooth, dangerously low.

He gently took the plastic gun from her hands, his fingers brushing hers, lingering just a heartbeat longer than necessary.

“Let me teach them a lesson in… fair play.”

“Oh? So you think you can do better?” (Name) teased, arms crossed, eyebrow arched.

“Sweetie, I don’t think. I know.” His Evol coiled unseen beneath his skin, licking out like a serpent toward the rigged cans.

With the laziest stance imaginable, Sylus aimed.

Bang.

The cans exploded off the platform as if shot with a cannon.

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

The gamemaster paled.

(Name) just stared. “You totally cheated.”

Sylus gave her an infuriatingly smug grin. “Kitten, I’d never stoop to such things.” His mist twirled teasingly around her wrist, giving him away. “But if I did, it’d be because someone owes me a prize.”

The gamemaster, still pale, scrambled up and offered the dragon plush with trembling hands. “C-Congratulations, sir…”

With a little bow, Sylus took the plush—far too large for him, hilariously out of place in his arms—and passed it to (Name).

“There. Your dragon awaits you, my queen.”

His wife’s grin was blinding as she hugged the plush to her chest, practically vibrating with happiness. “You’re the best, Sysy.” She tiptoed up, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Thank you, my dear husband.”

And just like that, any irritation Sylus had towards the scammy stall evaporated.

“I should make you thank me more often,” he murmured against her ear, tugging her close, “in private, perhaps.”

(Name) merely laughed,

“We could have find something else better to do, you know,” she muttered.

“Of course, kitten. And I could’ve let you.” Sylus’s lips curled into a slow grin. “But you pout so sweetly when you’re frustrated. Consider it my civic duty to intervene.”

“You just wanted an excuse to show off.”

“Always. But more importantly—” he squeezed her hand gently, “—I hate seeing you disappointed. Rigged game or not, no one gets away with making my wife frown.”

Her heart did a little somersault at that.

Linking their fingers again as they continued their stroll. She carried the dragon plush proudly, like a trophy, while Sylus kept stealing glances at her—the way her cheeks still held that glow, the way her smile hadn’t faded.

For him, the real prize wasn’t the game.

It was that look on her face.

Totally worth it.

I hate arcade games smh, i always loose and i suck at shooting but of course sylus doesnt.

[doyouwantitkitten]

I need a man like Sylus in my life. Like so much it hurts my heart to think he isn’t real. Where have all the good men gone?

I love your writings of Zayne and Sylus! Can you do one of Zayne and Sylus (separately) where reader tells them that she thinks they should break up because she feels like she isn’t good enough for him so she needs to focus on herself, plus he’s been so busy, and they haven’t had time to be with each other for a while. Which leads up to this moment. Zayne and Sylus ofc get angry because they love reader so much and deny her request. No matter what they will always chose her and who is she to tell him how to feel. Kind of angsty, passionate, and deep yearning if you get what I’m saying. Thank you.🙇🏻‍♀️

Note: You guys are getting all the angst today LOLL. I had some extra time to actually get this done, especially since it didn’t need to be too long. I hope you enjoy, luvly! Thank you so much for being here.

Warning: You talk badly about yourself in this, but I’m here to tell you that all of you luvlys deserve nothing but the absolute best and nothing less. I luv you. 😚

Zayne

Zayne was worried when he got a text from you while he was at work during another one of his late night shifts. He hasn’t been able to be around you for long for the last couple of weeks because of being on call so often lately, so when you messaged him on your own accord for the first time in a while at almost one in the morning, all his focus was out the window. It was a good thing he was due to go home soon.

“Hey, Z. Sorry if you’re busy. Nothing’s wrong, but if you had time tomorrow, could I come by and we talk for a little bit? Love you.”

He wasn’t waiting until tomorrow. Especially when he tried to text and call you and you didn’t answer any attempt. And not when you texted him like that. No emojis, no babe, no lovebug, not even an I in saying that you love him. So when he finally was able to get out of the hospital, the first thing he did was drive to your home.

He doesn’t know about the mental turmoil you’ve been dealing with. He doesn’t know that it’s been going on long before he started getting really busy.

You’ve been feeling insecure about, well, everything. About you not feeling like you’re good enough for someone as talented, intelligent, and handsome as your boyfriend, feeling like he deserves someone who can match him in ways you believe you’re incapable of doing. The distance hasn’t helped, and all you could think of was all the pretty doctors and nurses that he’s around everyday, all the women he encounters on the daily who are undoubtedly just as enamored by him as you were when you first laid your eyes on him.

You tried to convince yourself that this was just you having a moment of weakness, that you simply missed him so much that your brain couldn’t help but try and pin something on you since you haven’t seen him in what feels like forever. It got so bad that you genuinely wondered if he was working overtime, longer than usual, just to get away from you.

Because you knew Zayne was never that cruel, you came to the conclusion that it was time to talk, to tell him that perhaps breaking up is good for the both of you so he doesn’t have to deal with you.

You were rehearsing all of what you hoped you could properly communicate in your bed, when you got a text.

“I’m outside. Please open the door.”

Your whole body froze. He wasn’t supposed to be here now. But you couldn’t just leave him out there, so you dragged yourself out of bed to get ready to tell him something you’d never be prepared enough to say.

His eyes were full of curiosity, confusion, and concern when you stood face to face. He was so worried that he didn’t even bother removing his coat or making himself comfortable. Instead, he just turned your light on so that he could see you properly.

“I got your text, yet you didn’t respond to me when I tried to message and call you back. You’ve worried me. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

You swallow, feeling the tears in your eyes burn as you tried to get yourself right to say what you needed to. But every time you looked into his worrying eyes, your heart cracked. For yourself and for the fact that even with the love in them, you couldn’t help but feel like you were undeserving of it.

“I think we need to break up, Zayne,” you rush out, shutting your eyes and breathing out as if you were being held underwater. No amount of tugging on your pajama sleeve was going to ease your nerves, so you resorted to your fingers, picking at the skin until it hurt.

Zayne hated that. He placed a large palm on both of your hands, looking down at them before he looked up at you.

“Is it something I’ve done wrong? Because of my recent increase in absence?” he studies you, trying to look for any of your ticks to try and see if you’ll lie.

“I just—” the tears fall loosely, rushing down your cheeks. Instead of piecing your thoughts together, they just start spilling out uncontrollably. “I just believe you deserve so much more than me, than what I offer you. I could never be what you need, what you deserve. You’re one of the youngest and most successful surgeons in the world, Zayne. You are so perfect that it makes me wonder how I was so lucky to be given someone like you. And because of that it’s best for me to just let you go so that you—“

“Stop,” he interrupts you. “You don’t get to tell me what I deserve when everything and all I’ve ever wanted, needed, is standing right in front of me, trying to leave.”

Your heart beats rapidly from the intense emotions and heavy stress you’ve weighed upon yourself.

“I could lose my job, lose everything I’ve ever earned in this life, and the only thing that would keep me going is you, do you understand that?” He reaches his hand up to cup your face. “But because you’ve come to me with this, it’s obvious that I’ve failed in making sure you know and understand how special you are to me. And it is my responsibility to instill that security in you and us, again.”

He leans forward, pressing his lips to yours. He shut all of that down before you had the chance to dig an unnecessary hole deeper, even if that uncertainly is still in the back of your mind.

“I will listen to your concerns and I will mend your heart, but I will not let you discredit or talk down on the only person I’ll only and will ever, love. Is that fair?”

You nod, unable to speak due to embarrassment, relief, and even because of that tinge of fear in your chest. “I’m sorry,” you only mumble.

“There’s no need to apologize to me. It’s my fault for letting these thoughts have the chance to stew in your pretty mind when I know that reassurance is one of the things that keeps us strong. We’re okay, my love. We always will be.”

Sylus

When you started ignoring Sylus’ text messages today, he tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. You had times where you forgot to even look at your phone, so he couldn’t fault you. His kitten, funnily enough, was still human. He was bothered that you had only spoken with him once this morning and it was almost five in the evening now.

Even then, he figured that since he’ll see you later, you can tell him what was so much more important than him while he teased you about it. But when you ignored his phone calls, he knew there was a problem.

You never missed a call from him because his ringtone was the song he had playing when he asked to be your boyfriend. It was a beautiful night on a luxurious rooftop restaurant that he rented for the night as a special way to romance you. It was unique and the song always had you smiling, floating to your phone when you went to pick up as that same dreamy memory replayed in your mind. So now that you’re not answering, his anger and concern began to mend together.

“She’s home?” Luke says with confusion when he gives Sylus your location. He had him find you after his first and only attempt to call you went to voicemail.

“Boss, did you do something?” Kieran asks, his tone laced with shock. You never got like this and the only thing he could think was that after almost three years together, you must’ve had your first real big fight that they were unaware of.

Prepared to debunk that theory, he suddenly got the text message that had him in front of your house faster than anything or anyone could comprehend.

“I’m breaking up with you, Sylus. I’m so sorry.”

Sylus angry was scary—because he didn’t look angry. He had the face that you could compare to a sleeping baby; calm, peaceful unbothered. But under the surface, he was one wrong sentence away from losing his shit.

Your door was thrown open, broken off the hinges when you ran into your living room. His head quirked to the side when he saw you. Puffy and eyes, runny nose, oversized clothing in a relatively warm house. He didn’t know what was wrong, but running from him? He wasn’t allowing it.

“It seems you’ve gotten my attention as you anticipated, sweetie.” He steps toward you, feeling his heart twist with concern as you look at everything but his eyes. “You ignore me, and I allow it all day. Yet to repay me for my generosity, my sweet kitten decides to push her luck and sends me nonsense.”

His playful attempt to control himself drops when he thinks of how prepared you were to just send him that message as if he would ever just accept such a thing. “There is nothing above me that I an incapable of fixing when it comes to keeping you happy. Talk to me. Tell me what needs to be done so that we can resolve it together like we’re supposed to.”

You taught Sylus what real communication was. In this moment, he’s thankful for it because he’s determined to use it to get rid of all your worries and concerns. He tilts your chin up when you refuse to look at him and that sends the waterworks rushing again.

Sylus has been so busy that this was the first night you would’ve seen him face to face in over a month. A part of the reason as to why you were driven to send him that message is because you felt like he was only ready to see you since you nagged him so much.

Even if you didn’t seem to understand that, it couldn’t be further away from the truth for the man looking down at you with determination. Being away from you was hard, but your safety meant more to him than anything. Being apart from you was necessary to ensure nothing ever touched a hair on your head while he handled things you didn’t need to concern yourself with.

Between him being gone and the type of charismatic man he is, you firmly believed that Sylus would inevitably find someone better. You became so dependent on him in a way that made you feel desperate. You felt that maybe you were way in over your head, that this separation was needed so that you could accurately reflect.

You believe that he should have someone secure in themselves, someone who could keep up with him. Someone that was better than you, someone more than you’d ever be.

“I’ve been thinking… And I believe that it’s good for the both us to separate. I didn’t intend to drop this on you, not like this. I just feel like I’m not worthy of you—that you’re a man that women would give nothing but the best to. All I want is for you to get the things that make you happy, not have you settling for something like me.”

You’re surprised that he actually let you finish.

He breathes out, shaking his head slightly. “For someone so smart, your mind must’ve worked tirelessly to convince you to believe something so ridiculous.”

His thumb runs along your bottom lip, staring at them before he looks into your eyes. “It insults me that you don’t think that I know what I want, that I know what I deserve. It insults me that you would belittle the only real thing I’ve ever had in my life, so boldly. It angers me, that I’ve not done my part to properly ensure that you know that you are the only person alive that I would destroy this planet and myself for.”

Your breath hitches when he pulls you closer. “If you ever believed for a second, that I’d let you simmer in this darkness, that I’d let you leave me, I need to do a better job in showing you the kind of man whose children you’ll carry.” He kisses your nose. “Whose ring you’ll bear.” Another kiss to your lips. “Whose heart you will always own.” A final one to your forehead.

“Sylus…” you whimper, feeling the emotions bubble inside you again, threatening to spillover. You want to believe that what you sent was a spark of simple insecurity. But you know it’s been inside you long enough for it to erupt the way it did.

It’s the fact that he would never even allow you to deal with any of this on your own that makes your tears spill.

“You don’t need to say anything, pretty.” He rubs the tears away, one by one as they come. “The only thing you need to tell me are ways we can make sure that this belief never plagues your mind again and how I can keep you confident in my love for you.”

He simply takes your hand, walking out of your apartment and makes a phone call to have your door repaired tonight because you’ll be staying with him until further notice.

“You’re stuck with me for life, kitten. Not even death could keep me from you. And I’m going to make sure that you always understand that.”

[doyouwantitkitten]

God dammit my heart has been broken and sewn back together again!

😍🥹

the world when you're with me

synopsis: you seek out sylus for comfort after realizing you were wrong about him.

tags: comfort, fluff, implied avoidant!reader learns to trust sylus, implied avoidant!reader clings to sylus, sylus takes care of reader from afar, sylus has mephisto and the twins follow reader but wbk pairing: sylus x reader, reader is mostly mc word count: 802

a/n: is this the peak of literature? no. did i need to write it after the day i had? yes. did i need to post it today? no, because i’m trying to stagger my posts more, but here we are. anyway 4k caleb pwp coming tomorrow 

For the first few weeks after you’d infiltrated the N109 Zone, you’d avoided Sylus Qin like the plague. 

After being scared out of your wits by the first version of him you'd met—the cold, unavailable criminal mastermind who’d forced you to shoot him within 5 minutes of knowing one other—you were unashamedly wary of working with him again. 

But Sylus’s intel was unrivaled. More and more often, you found yourself visiting the N109 Zone to meet with him, eventually not even bothering to book a place to stay. There was always a guest room at the Onychinus base prepped for your arrival.

As you spent more time with Sylus, he’d noticeably changed his approach to interacting with you. Rather than forcing you to resonate with him, he’d explained to you how his Evol worked, letting you aim his hands at some training dummies to test it out yourself. Instead of unceremoniously shutting you out when he was tired, he’d drag his robe-and-slippers-clad self to sit beside you on the sofa, answering your cautious questions by practically giving away all his secrets. 

His shift in attitude hadn't stopped there. Sylus had clearly been using that endearingly incorrigible crow to keep tabs on you, but for the strangest reasons. 

Whenever you had a bad day at work, some building-wide maintenance emergency would magically appear, forcing your team to cease operations for the rest of the day. He’d text you a couple hours after your early dismissal, saying he was in the city and inviting you on an evening joyride to clear your head.  

The day after you’d lugged a case of water up the stairs to your apartment, having to pause a couple times to catch your breath, you came home to see your fridge mysteriously stocked with groceries. The only traces left behind were the masked twin figures you spotted scurrying away from your window. 

When a new phone showed up at your doorstep one day—you never even told him you’d shattered your screen, you thought—you’d decided that Sylus wasn’t as bad as you’d once assumed. Not anywhere near as bad, in fact. He was thoughtful, generous, and helped you without taking credit or forcing you to ask for it. You’d never had that before.

Which is why, somehow, you find yourself standing in the doorway of his armory, studying him silently as he polishes an antique-looking gun.

When he notices you, Sylus looks up, raising a delicately arched eyebrow. “Something wrong, kitten?” he drawls, subtly checking your body for injuries. 

Mind numb from your absolutely dreadful day, you stay silent while Sylus looks at you expectantly, his hands forgetting their earlier task. 

But for the next minute, you remain hovering in the doorway. You expect him to get annoyed—you almost want him to, so you have an excuse to go back to relying only on yourself—but all you see on Sylus’s face is patience.

When you start shuffling toward him, that patience mixes with a glimmer of anticipation that he visibly tries to suppress. You need him to be calm right now—an anchor, he thinks. If he loses his composure, if he startles you with his excitement at your approach, you might bolt at any moment. 

Sometime during his inner struggle, you reach him. Meekly, you stand before his chair, briefly opening your mouth before closing it. 

“What is it, sweetie?” he asks softly. “Tell me, and we can figure it out together. I’ll personally track down whoever seems to have stolen your words from you.”

At his offer, you break, collapsing into his lap. His large, warm hands immediately encircle your waist, and you bury your face into his neck, inhaling his leather and spice cologne. 

“Aw,” he coos in his baritone voice, rocking you slowly in his embrace. When he lifts your head an inch, you resist, letting out a soft whine. Gently, he guides your head back to his chest, his quickening heartbeat thumping in your ears and grounding you in the the moment. 

After several moments of silence, your deep, shuddering breaths the only interruptions, Sylus murmurs into your ear. “When I noticed you never ask for help, I was worried the world may not be treating as well as it should. You must be very tired, hmm?” he asks, rubbing his chin against your hair. 

Tightening your arms around him, you sit there for a while, his steady breaths seeming to mend a decades-long rift in your heart.

The next time Sylus tries to lift your head, you let him. He pulls your face from his neck so he can look into your eyes, hoping his gaze conveys his sincerity, before pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. 

“You don’t need the world when you’re with me,” he promises. “I’ll treat you better than it ever could.”

[doyouwantitkitten]

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉, 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆.

Some things he simply can't let go of. soft!sylus x gn!reader, dragon tendencies, sfw; 500wc

By nature, dragons must have a hoard to call their own, and old habits die hard for Sylus.

A poorly kept secret is housed in the bottom drawer of his desk. Filled to the brim, each and every item in it is more priceless than all the artifacts and paintings he owns combined. As far as he's concerned, they are—and will always be—incomparable in value.

There are stashed receipts from dates with you, enumerating coffees and pastries bought from cafes; theater tickets for two; bills for suits and outfits purchased in Linkon's boutiques. He's accumulated almost a year's worth by now, organised them into neat bundles, tucked into one corner.

Under them are a stack of wrinkled papers filled with your idle scribbles, of clouds and flowers and ritual curses for your annoying coworkers. After you finish working you crumple and toss them into the bin he keeps by his desk. He recovers them when you aren't around. Unfurls each one at a time with care, pressing his hands down to soothe the creases—and into the drawer they go. At the very top is the frustrated sketch you'd created when you first met, depicting him with horns and a devil's tail.

The rest of his collection is a jumbled mess that clatters when he pulls it open, which is more often than he'll ever admit. Keychains adorned with charms roll around with piles of hard won coupons from the arcade. However useless they may be, he holds onto every single prize: matching candy rings, toy harmonicas, tacky plastic gems.

Your personal accessories have also migrated to the drawer over time. Sylus tells himself he's not stealing. He simply notices a misplaced piece of yours on occasion—perhaps in the crevices of the couch, under the bed, or in one of the cars, and they're simply spirited away and remain missing. Even the wrappers of the candy and chocolate you snack on around the base are preserved here.

There's an ancient greed that roots in his mind, demanding to possess and gather all that it desires, and you are its singular focus. You, and everything within your orbit. Everything you touch.

These ephemera, unremarkable to anybody else, serve as crucial reminders to him that you're truly here. They embody the life he strives to nurture using this unthinkable second chance he's been gifted with you.

The promise of a kinder, gentler story resides in the scraps he collects; one shaped not by grandiose games of fate, but sweet drinks and cakes, idle pastimes, and quiet evenings steeped with your presence. Desolate spaces transformed into somewhere comfortable, safe. A place he regards as a home—for you both.

And so these tangible traces of you are infinitely more precious to him than any material thing could be in this universe. Forget the mountains of gold and dragonslaying weaponry from long gone days. This unassuming drawer of junk, entwined with your memories, is a treasure unlike anything he's ever known.

[doyouwantitkitten]

🥺🥹

Sylus needs to put you in every possible position, take you on every available surface, and not because he’s horny or kinky. While those two statements can also be very true — Sylus craves this level of intimacy and adventure because he’s determined to find the best way to be closest to you.

For Sylus, sex is far more than pleasure. It goes far beyond the realm of lust, too. Yes, he has lusted for you, but he has loved you first and loves you throughout. You’re never an object of his pleasure and satisfaction. No, far from it.

He desires the connection. To be so deeply intertwined with your body that he can’t tell where you start and he ends. If he could crack open your rib cage and crawl inside he would. To live next to your heart and be lulled to sleep by its steady and warm beating.

Sylus adores you, loves you so thoroughly that it should be no shock you never leave his bed on days off. He worships you, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. There is not one inch of your skin that his lips have not caressed, that his fingers have not danced across.

It fills Sylus with immense joy to know that you could say the same about him. That your lips have landed on every inch of his body, have kissed every scar and freckle. That your fingers have trailed across the most intimate parts of him. The parts that nobody will ever see but you.

[doyouwantitkitten]

Oh… I mean, yes please keep going. We need a baby girl!

🫠🥴

I truly believe that Sylus would not stop trying until he gets a girl.

Sylus made sure you were well rested for tonight, sending your four sons, with an age gap of only 2 years each, out with Luke and Kieran.

A chorus of plop plop plop echoes in the master bedroom, the room was dimly lit having only the night lights on and the moons shine seeping through the windows.

Your husband had you in a mating press for the hundredth time since your marriage. Legs pushed back till it's beside your face, hands held together in his tight grip, you had no choice but to take his dick powelling into you. A white creamy ring squelches from where the two of you connect, cum splashing and dripping all over your thighs and matress. You were barely coherent, eyes drooping, mouth drooling, you could barely form words other than pathetic moans from how deep Sylus was inside of you.

He was fucking you deep and hard, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix each time he bottoms inside of you. Eyes focused on your cunt making sure you're taking all, if not, most of him. "Wan' a girl so bad, baby, fuck! C'mon, give 'er to me." He slurred. The man was so pussy drunk.

[doyouwantitkitten]

🥰😍

If you were an art piece, then whoever created you must have loved you dearly-

🐈‍⬛

[doyouwantitkitten]

😭😭

Not my boy Mephisto!

[doyouwantitkitten]

Chewy wife

[doyouwantitkitten]

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE

That’s all I want to do to him. He deserve it all.

ME! I just wanna love Sylus so many times