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an unplanned confession

with: zayne, caleb, sylus, rafayel, xavier

context: pre-relationship

content: pure fluff!

similar recs: accidentally drunk texting the lads men accidentally confessing feelings

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Oh my god I thought . Well. Anyway

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Being prices spouse whos a professional chef, loves to cook, right? Except all of ur favourite dishes to cook just so happen to be ones price either dislikes or doesnt care for.

You dont mind, more than happy to cook his food plus whatever fun dish u want for urself. But sometimes you get into a mood and its like ur kitchen becomes a five star restaurant, course after course being made to perfection. Ur beloved husband watches from the outside counter (banned bc he gets horny watching u be passionate lol), and helps u pack up all the extra food to hand out to various friends and neighbors.

but, one day, price can tell ur getting antsy, years of marriage allowing him to sense when one of ur energy bursts is coming before you do. So he decides, ah fuck it, and brings his men over. And they? Are in heaven??? When you first bring out plates heaped with food (u know how soldiers eat) they have to consciously hold themselves back from scarfing the whole thing down.

The best part is you are somehow able to match their hunger with each course, providing servings upon servings. Ghost is actively hunched over his plate to stop gaz from stealing pieces. Soap has forgone shame and started eating his steak with his hands. Gaz has already finished his portion and is vying for his teammates food.

And price is just smiling so wide, happy u get to make any dish u want and watch it get devoured bc his men are fucking animals when it comes to food.

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pick a number (of nudes)

with: zayne, caleb, sylus, rafayel, xavier

content: crack, suggestive, implied smut

a/n: thank you to the multiple people who send in requests for this! and since my motherly instincts are kicking in: be careful when sending nudes, lovelies.

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pregnancy cravings (fluff)

sylus one shot (love and deepspace) sylus would spoil his wife, even if she weren't pregnant with twins⋆｡° | pairing : sylus x fem!reader ⋆｡° | word count : 1.5k (1,500) ⋆｡° | fluff, pregnant reader, husband sylus, twin pregnancy ⋆｡° | autor note: hi, i wrote this a long time ago and honestly i feel sylus would just take the damn car (spoiler) to not worry his wife and that's it, but i wrote this months ago and i didn't want to not post it, especially with all the time it takes me to write, edit and translate, so… you can read it with that in mind just as entertainment :) likes and reblogs are appreciated!! :) ★ masterlist here

you carefully slid to the other side of the bed. Sylus had fallen asleep again while reading, or so you thought because his glasses were still on the bridge of his nose.

"Sy…" you murmured softly but he continued sleeping. you knew your voice hadn't been audible enough to wake him anyway. "Sylus!" you touched his shoulder this time and although you had raised your voice slightly it had perhaps been too much.

Sylus opened his eyes immediately. he turned to look at you almost without blinking and quickly straightened up. it had all happened in a matter of seconds, was it just his reflexes that were stupidly fast? "what's wrong? is it the baby?" you pressed your lips together and nodded, somewhat embarrassed. "what happened? we're going to the hospital. get up."

"what? no! I'm fine." you shook your head, settling back down on the bed. "I'm just hungry."

Sylus raised an eyebrow in confusion and stood still. it took him a couple of seconds to understand what was happening around him and that his wife was not about to give birth. "you woke me up because you were hungry?" you nodded. it wasn't that Sylus would mind but he had gotten scared. "why didn't you just go to the kitchen?"

Sylus put one of his arms around your hips and gently pulled you towards him. you looked at your baby belly where their twins were growing. it seemed like yesterday the pregnancy test had come out positive and now you could give birth at any moment.

"remember that cafe that's open 24 hours and sells desserts?" Sylus nodded, his face buried in your neck, smelling his wife's scent. "well… I'm craving that amazing red velvet cake." you felt your mouth water just thinking about it.

Sylus sighed and lifted his face. he would fulfill any craving his wife had even if she wasn't pregnant. he had told you that you were doing enough carrying their twins.

"okay, I'll get your cake." he sighed, rubbing his eyes. he was still a little sleepy, although he had to admit that hearing his wife wake him up made him think you were about to go into labor, and that scare had helped wake him up.

Sylus moved around the room, grabbing something to protect himself from the cold while his wife watched his every move. it was cold, and more than once you had made it clear that he needed to stay warm; you didn't want him to get sick.

"where's my helmet?" he asked, looking around the room.

"your helmet? will you use your bike?" you quickly sat down on the bed and pulled the covers off you. your face was now utterly worried, and Sylus quickly noticed.

"I'll go faster that way," he nodded. he knew you hated when he used the bike. ever since you found out you were pregnant, you'd practically forced him to stay off his motorcycle unless absolutely necessary and to use a car like a normal person. you were afraid something might happen to him, especially since they were expecting twins. Sylus had seen how worried you were that he'd agreed.

"Sy…" you got up quickly, and he smiled at you. you were wearing one of his favorite sweatshirts that you'd stolen from his closet, but he loved seeing your baby bump even when the sweatshirt was too big for you. "you said you wouldn't do it anymore."

"I'll be okay. I'll be right back," he murmured, letting you wrap your arms around him. he closed his eyes for a few seconds, thinking that after all, you didn't need that cake so badly and could survive one more night.

"I don't want the cake anymore. you don't have to go."

Sylus laughed, knowing you were lying, especially because you loved that cake. "you don't know how to lie." he placed a kiss on your forehead and finally pulled away. he felt a little guilty about leaving you worried like that, but he knew it wouldn't take long.

you followed him through the house, down the stairs, and to the front door, following his every step like a duckling.

"you still have time to change your mind and go by car. there's no traffic at this hour." Sylus stopped when he heard her words, turned to look at her, smiled, and then shook his head.

"it'll take less than ten minutes." you nodded, still unsure. your eyes drifted to the helmet in his hand. you didn't know when you'd become so paranoid, maybe the moment you'd realized you were actually in love with him.

"be careful, okay? you can't leave me alone with two twins!" Sylus nodded, though he tried to hide the fact that it hurt him to think of leaving you alone. He would never leave you alone.

he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, his fingers brushing your belly as a silent farewell. he turned to walk to the door and glanced over his shoulder one last time before leaving.

you started counting the seconds the moment Sylus stepped outside the house. why were you so nervous? he'd been riding his bike for many years and wasn't a beginner; nothing bad was going to happen to him.

you sighed and headed to the kitchen, trying to distract yourself. you began to make some tea in silence while your thoughts wandered, and you made a short mental list of things you had to do.

you needed to go to the doctor to make sure everything was in order with the twins. you needed to buy more clothes. you needed to prepare the bag you would take to the hospital on the day of delivery. there was still a crib to be assembled, but Sylus said he would take care of that himself.

you smiled as you remembered how you had tried to get the pieces out of one of the cribs, but it hadn't been more than five minutes before Sylus entered the room and forced you to stop. he hadn't let you do much of anything since you found out you were pregnant.

when you came out of your thoughts, several minutes had passed, and you were holding a cup of hot tea. you looked at the clock on one of the walls and felt your heart sink when you noticed that almost 20 minutes had passed. the cafe was close; it usually didn't take more than ten minutes, what was happening?

you felt a lump in your throat as you walked to the living room. you looked out the window hoping to see some light in the distance from Sylus' bike, but everything was too quiet. too quiet.

you walked back to the bedroom and rummaged through the pillows, looking for your phone. when you found it, you looked for your husband's number and pressed "call" but your hopes crumbled when you heard Sylus' phone ringing in the room. you sighed, trying to calm down. you was too paranoid, and the doctor had already told you a million times that you needed to relax.

but… what if something had happened to him? what if you were right? you sank down onto the bed and suddenly felt short of breath and like crying. you couldn't raise twins alone. the only reason you were calm now was because Sylus was by your side. he had taken it upon himself to reassure you when they found out their babies were twins.

one of each, he'd said. you covered your face as a sad smile formed on your lips. what would you do without the father of your babies? most importantly… what would you do without the love of your life? the only person you'd ever felt comfortable with, the only person who—

"sweetie?" you quickly looked up and rubbed one of your eyes to wipe away the tears that had begun to form. your whole body relaxed when you saw him standing in front of you with a box in one hand and a bag in the other. had you been so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't even heard him come in?

"Sy…" he quickly put everything aside and sat down next to you. he let you wrap her arms around him, and you were soon clinging to him. you'd been overthinking again. "it took you longer than ten minutes."

"I stopped by to get you some things you like," he murmured, kissing your head. he'd accidentally gotten too distracted, and now his pregnant wife was on the verge of a mental breakdown; he'd noticed it because of the way your eyes were watering. "I'm sorry."

you shook your head; you couldn't be bothered when he'd woken up to get your favorite cake and had stopped by to buy some of your favorite things.

"was there still cake?" you asked, trying to change the subject.

"I bought two." he nodded looking at your slightly red nose. you smiled excitedly and kissed his cheek; you'd have enough cake leftover for a while longer.

Sylus couldn't sleep again the rest of the night but that wasn't new to him, seeing his pregnant wife happy eating her cake was better than anything.

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– how sylus 'sweet' talks during sex ༯ 

"hah.. tha- tha's it, sweetie..." he moaned, grabbing onto your hips and continued to tear your sweet hole, ramming himself further inside you, letting your insides hug his hard, aching cock.

"c'monn you can give more than that." a teasing whisper left his lips as those ruby eyes gleamed at you, red teary lids glistening at your pretty face as he held back every drop of sanity he had remaining.

you raise your hips, letting him sink himself easier, pleasure blinding through his face as he stared at your squirming figure beneath him.

your hands immediately wrap around his large arms, nails dug deep in his skin, clawing at him like you were a koala holding onto a tree for dear life. a broken moan left his lips and he winced at your touch, driving himself deeper in you.

"that's good.. you're doing s-so good for me, yeah?"

your glossed lips part at the sound of his sultry voice, echoing through the hollow room. you bring your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and placed your lips on his.

never wanting this moment to end.

– extra: he would definitely say these in the most sweet, gentle voice ever. no degrading in this house, he is very very reassuring.

"are you doing okay?"

"don't try to kill me, sweetie."

"keep going, you could do it."

"hold on if you need to."

"good, yess, good job."

"you can handle this, hm?"

"one more time, yeah?"

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– teasing drunk sylus, gone wrong! ༯ 

"sweetie..." he groaned, reaching his hand towards your face, lightly caressing on your warm skin, before pulling you against his lap, holding onto you for dear life.

"sh- shouldn't have drank that much..." he murmured, pupils twisting in desire, breathy pants escaping his lips as he tried to contain himself before snapping out.

"c'mon you're wrecked after that many drinks?" you tease, sliding your fingers through his hair, tangling the silvered locks through your bristled fingers.

"'m not."

"yeah you are, how cute."

"not."

"ar-"

before you could even finish what you were going to say he pressed his padded lips against yours, sinking himself in a hungry kiss. as if the drinks weren't enough he felt like he needed more.

already drunken by your sultry voice and lips, a whimper- a fucking whimper left his lips, the beautiful sound humming through your throat.

"sy- oh?"

and before another teasing remark could leave your lips, he had already passed out on your lap, sleeping like a little baby.

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The Mummy Returns (2001) dir. Stephen Sommers

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Sylus, laughing to himself as he sends you nudes.

Fresh out of the shower, the world’s tiniest towel clinging to his waist, water running down his body in rivets and… oh he’s so hard. The towel pokes out almost comically.

Of course he’s snapping pictures of the sight, arm extended all the way to his right as he snaps photos of his dripping wet torso, annoyingly small waist, and massive hard on. Each one getting sent right to you.

And you? You’re lying in bed, jaw hanging open as picture after picture comes in. You can’t even be mad at him for it. Hell you’re more upset at the fact that you’re alone in your bed in Linkon and he’s bricked up in the N109 Zone.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you, kitten.”

You swear you can hear the seductive purr of his voice as you read the message. “Quit leaving me on read, say something. I see you viewing each one.” And you’re struggling to swallow the lump in your throat.

“You’re a devil, Sylus.” You shift uncomfortably, suddenly too hot, wearing too many layers, your body aches. “You must be pretty needy to be that hard.” You follow up quickly, contemplating how bad of an idea it would be to get out of bed and drive to his place.

Really? Answering the late night booty call of the leader of Onychinus. You’ve lost it… a long time ago. Your legs are swinging over the side of your bed as he types.

“Course I am. Always needy for you, kitten.” You groan, rummaging for your overnight bag as he types something else. “Kept thinking about you in the shower with me.” You’re already drafting the message you’ll send Jenna in the morning. A headache… no, a migraine. Can’t come in.

“What was I doing to you in the shower?” You smiled as you grabbed the bag, you already had it packed just in case. You always kept it packed because Sylus’ schedule was so wishy washy that if you wanted him? You needed to be ready to drop everything at any given moment.

This went for more than just sex of course.

“Nothing, it was everything I was doing to you that got me so worked up.” Your knees nearly went weak, feeling like a newborn dear as you stumbled to your living room.

“Keep those thoughts to yourself, memorize them even. I’ll be there soon, you can demonstrate in person” your bike helmet in one hand, your bag slung over your shoulder, and your keys jingling as you left your apartment.

“Fuck, I love you so much. Drive safe, I’ll be waiting, kitten.” You couldn’t move fast enough at that point. Your entire body lit on fire as anticipation fuels your movement.

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Swept Away

Somedays my brain is too fried from everything going on, so I just doodle some mindless wiggly lines that make me happy.

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the sound filling the room is the most obscene squelching coming from your pussy and your moans. it's sylus' hips connecting with your body, brushing your clit with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping together. the sound of his breathy moans, his raspy whispers in your ear.

sylus has already made you cum twice, on his fingers with his tongue licking at your clit. you were worried you wouldn’t be able to get there a third time but sylus is determined, he’s ravenous.

he gave you a few minutes to catch your breath after your second orgasm before he was sinking into you. now, here you are, toes clenched and ready to come for a third time. “sylus,” you say, your voice high pitched, the tell-tale sign that you’re about to come again.

“i know, baby, i know,” he says, his voice gentle. “you did so good for me,” he lifts your right leg up, hitching it over his shoulder to reach even deeper as he thrusts, you feel your eyes roll back into your head.

the fullness of having him inside of you is almost too much. “gave me two orgasms already, but i just need one more,” he continues, reaching down to start circling your clit.

“s’too much,” you say, but your hips are rising to meet his thrusts, something he notices, something that makes him huff out a laugh.

“you like cumming on my cock, don't you pretty girl?”

maybe that’s what does it. his filthy mouth, the way he’s given you praise all night. or maybe it’s the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you. maybe it’s the way his fingers are rubbing your clit. either way, you explode around him. you cling onto him, needing something, anything to ground yourself. your climax pushes him into his, the way your clench around him. he talks you through it, of course.

“that’s it, that’s my girl,” he says, still slowly rocking into you, working through both of your orgasms. “it feels good, doesn't it?” he presses his hips forward one last time, lingering there for a bit before slowly pulling out, “hmm? coming on my cock?”

you whimper at the loss of him, the feeling of being empty. he kisses you deeply, his tongue finding it’s way into your mouth easily. it's a sloppy kiss because you're both panting, trying to come back down to earth. then he's kissing across your cheek, down your jaw, telling you how perfect you are, how good you did for him the entire time.

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Post-marathon sex with Sylus and he’s still insatiable.

You’re wearing one of his button downs, barely buttoned and lounging on his couch while he’s shirtless in the kitchen making you both something to eat.

You’re peeking at him, admiring the red nail marks you left on the plains of his back and waist. The low hanging sweatpants doing nothing to help your running thoughts.

Especially since you know he has nothing on underneath.

You settle back, eyes fluttering shut as you try and calm yourself. You both woke up four hours ago and just managed to untangle from each other in the last twenty minutes. Still, your mind replayed everything he did to you over and over and over again. How could you relax?

“Kitten.” You still, eyes snapping open to see your lover towering over you. “I thought you were…” but Sylus only hums, cutting you off as he grabs one of your legs and moves it out of his way. “I’m hungry for something else.”

Had he heard you? Sensed all your filthy thoughts with that cursed eye of his? Whatever had been cooking on the stove now laid forgot in a pan with the burner off.

“Here?” Yet, you’re lifting your other leg, letting your behemoth of a lover push your thighs up to your chest and reveal your bare cunt. “This is our house, kitten.” And he’s settling between your thighs, the couch somehow accommodating his size as his mouth hovers.

“I sent the twins away for a while, if you’re truly that concerned about getting caught. But we are adults, y’know. And this is our house. Free to use however…”

And you’re relaxing, squished up into the side of the couch as he bares your pussy for his hungry mouth. “Leaving the bed with nothing but my shirt, you really thought I’d be able to resist such temptations?” He kisses your swollen lips, still sensitive from the rounds of sex.

“Think i’d be able see you laying here and not want to ravish you again?” Another kiss, this time he sucks on your cunt before releasing it. “Could have this pussy a million times and still crave you like I’ve never had it.”

His tongue splits your slit, poking your clit and you’re whimpering. Your feet fall onto his shoulders, his hands still keeping your thighs squished and immobile. You’re fully at his mercy, no escaping even if you begged.

“Tell me to stop.” Drool is pooling on Sylus’ tongue, dripping onto your needy cunt as he pants. “Tell me to stop and we’ll stop.” Now, it’s your turn to pant.

“Sy, I don’t wanna stop.”

Like a switch, you can see the temptation consume him. Carmine eyes swallowed by the black of his pupils

“Perfect, because I really can’t hold back anymore.” His mouth encompasses you, nose settling on your pubic bone as his mouth tears you apart. His eyes are shut, a sigh of pure contentment vibrating your cunt as you cry his name.

Did I ever mention I yearn for this man like he’s real

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How it started vs How it's going

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leaving your wedding ring at home

with: zayne, caleb, sylus, rafayel, xavier

content: fluff, the sylus one is a tiny bit suggestive