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[give-some-lemons]

Can I request Gortash getting jealous at s/o being flirty with someone? 🦝

If I can’t have you, baby no one else in this world can

Jealous — Lana del Rey

Atmosphere in the ElfSong was more than vivacious, with, what felt like a half of the city, drinking, talking and, of course, trying to find a good company for the upcoming night. A young woman was sitting there with a glass of her favorite drink in the hand with a look on her face expressing nothing more than boredom, glancing over the crowd once again. It looks like her darling lover was late one more time probably surrounded by a pile of papers on his desk and a furrowed brow marking his concentration. She longed to spend even a little of his free time with him.

Lost in her own thoughts young lady, at first, didn’t even notice a man who sat down right by her side offering a hand in an inviting gesture. Pale elf sharply smiled, studying a beautiful vision in front of him with his fox-like gaze, patiently waiting for her to respond with the same attentiveness. After a moment of hesitation woman stretched her lips into a sly grin, taking his hand and looking how how he pressed a sensual kiss on her skin.

— Why such a pretty lady is here all alone? — he spoke in his deep silky voice, that quickly spread through her body like some kind of venom.

He brushed his white curls back, keeping them out of his eyes and still luring girl into his lustful web, made of the finest flattery in which many women was trapped before like helpless butterflies. Well, too bad for him she knew this game good enough to let anyone overplay her.

— And why are you asking? Want to keep me a company?

Man, whose name she didn’t even know yet, let a chuckle escape his mouth while his eyes darkened. No one had dared — or perhaps, no one had wanted — to challenge him before, but everything about this woman was screaming her defiance: that burning flame in her eyes, cunning smile and bold words that the man was sure he could easily turn into pleading moans by the end of the night.

— Only if the fair lady will let me.

Young miss ran her tongue over her lip, slightly biting it afterwards. Of course, she had absolutely no interest in a person across, for girl there was no man alive or dead who was more attractive, more charming than her dear lover who’s now, she was more than sure, was tormented by the thought of her being here alone. For her, flirting was some kind of game where rules were simple enough: waiting for some arrogant fool to come over, convinced that no one is able to refuse him and watch how slowly and extremely painful his confidence was shattered by her cruel yet such sweet words.

In a split of second expression on a handsome face of her interlocutor changed while someone’s hand laid down on her shoulder, squeezing it through her clothes. So, speaking of the devil. Slightly looking up, she couldn't help but smile even wider, especially when she saw that menacing gaze directed to the pale elf.

Man’s posture was standing right by girl’s side in his usual coat, embroidered with gold details, dragons and what seemed like demons, with his dark hair being a complete mess after hours of exhausting duties of an archduke and, of course, these dark eyes that in this specific moment had nothing except pure possession. Enver never liked the fact, that sometimes his partner was getting too flirty with strangers, she saw for the first time in her life and in moments like so the only thing he kept in his mind was about taking her in some dark corner of this god damn tavern, derive the sweetest sounds from her just for himself.

— I believe there is no problem, right, vampire spawn?

Being an egocentric man, there was nothing he hated more than times when his darling girl focused her attention on anyone but him, leaving Gortash in silent fury. Usually after such an opinionated misbehavior he was making sure for all night long, that in the end that little brat cannot sit or stand still, let alone looking at someone else and sometimes he even let a thought, that she does it on purpose, gleefully enjoying consequences.

Hearing the last part of the sentence, young woman frowned, looking at the white-haired man with a mixture of astonishment and a silent question in her beautiful eyes. His flirty expression completely disappeared from pale face leaving only slight annoyance probably caused by the lord’s appearance and his plans crushing right in front of his red gaze.

— Ah, great archduke, what brought you here at this hour? — vampire said through clenched teeth, managed to stretch out his lips in a sharp smile.

Girl felt man’s rough hand on her cheek, when he brushed away a strand of hair that was partly covering her face. These two seemed to know each other, even if young woman didn’t had any idea how, and that fact made their current dispute even more acute, taking all of the lord’s inner strength not to turn it into a bloodshed.

— I’m here only because of my darling partner. — Enver replied, his voice smooth but his gaze unyielding. — I suppose you already acquainted yourself with her.

— Oh, so that gorgeous lady is yours?

The air thickened with increasing tension of two dangerous men and despite the fact that Gortash had much more power, keeping all the Faerun under his boot, vampire lord was arrogant enough to toy with him. But if in politician matters he wasn’t rival to the archduke, his woman was untouchable and every person who dared to encroach on her ended their miserable life in a rather unenviable way.

— Yes. I would like to believe that it is clear enough for you now. — a cruel smile, which did not show in dark eyes, graced his face. — In the end I wouldn't want to resort to threats on such a beautiful night.

Baring his fangs, Astarion could not do anything but leave lord and his passion on their own, making girl stare at his back and when she was ready to turn her gaze to the dark haired man, she was lifted off her seat with a sound of surprise on her lips.

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Rooms on the second floor of taverns wasn’t something innovative, many places offered services like this to provide even more income from a lustful customers who didn’t want to bring one night partners to their house, to spouse and kids, patiently waiting for them to return. But there was something in the ElfSong, that young woman considered to be exclusive like soft beds and silk sheets, for additional payment of course, special drinks with a drop of aphrodisiac in it and the fact, that everyone in here could hear her screams while Gortash was marking her like no one ever could.

After being thrown on a soft surface, girl felt her hands tied up with a man’s belt right above her head while his lips traveled along her neck, paying extreme attention to carotid area and slightly gritting it between his teeth. Lord’s fingers quickly found a way to her bare skin underneath all the clothes, pressing a dark spots, that soon enough would probably become bruises, and digging his nails into her derma, leaving red stripes. Enver always was such a passionate lover, making his lady moan and tremble from what seemed like the most innocent touch, that in fact felt like a fire spreading to absolutely every part of girl’s body, turning her into a wet, needy mess.

Usually, the great archduke would tease his lover, waiting for her to gave up all her pride and start begging with watery eyes, but it looked like this day he preferred get down to business much quicker, taking in his mouth her most sensitive and vulnerable part. She screamed, clutching her legs around his head, but quickly enough he spread them apart once more, holding her in one place with a firm grip. His nimble tongue sensually traced her labia, often sucking on her sweet spot and going as deep inside as it was possible, while her sweetened juices flowed down man’s chin and neck, staining his shirt. Even if he would never say it out loud, he admired his woman's body, worshipping it as if it were the oldest, most revered temple that served as a vessel for an even more beautiful deity, praying to it with his caresses and, instead of blessing, receiving the most beautiful sounds.

The moment her insides began to squeeze his fingers, Gortash stopped absolutely all actions on his part, watching his beloved flouncing beneath him with a disappointed groan, trying to get her release at least in some way. Man’s face was adorned with an ominous smile, when he leaned towards a young woman’s face, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss and muffling girl’s quiet sobs while his erection slid inside her. Stretching her walls with his size, Enver set an inexorably fast pace, truly enjoying how her whole body tensed in anticipation of imminent orgasm, but the time when she was about to see stars man stopped once again.

— No! — a whimper was heard from young woman, now desperately trying to free her wrists. — Why are you doing this to me?!

Lord run his fingers from girl’s neck, which was already covered with dark marks, to lower abdomen, sending pleasant shivers on the skin. A dark laugh escaped his lips, resonating in his chest as he was still buried deep inside her, feeling her core tightening around him with her every inhale.

— Oh? Are you wondering? I thought you were the one to let some filthy parasite have you in his bed.

— What?.. — was the only thing to come out from young woman’s mouth, when she looked at him with confusion in her gaze.

Without a warning he completely pulled out of her, leaving only the pink head inside, gently and slowly teasing his partner before sharply thrusting in with his whole length. Gorgeous lady emitted a drawn moan, desperately wishing her hands to be released from it’s fetters and wrapped around archduke’s muscular neck, while his fingers were squeezing the plush of her thighs with a low groan coming out of his throat. Soon enough, his pushes became more and more merciless as he felt the built up tension in his lover’s body that was about to explode with a numerous of different colors before her eyes and feeling of numbness in her limbs.

Only a moment after, young woman reached the climax with man’s name coming out of her lips like some kind of pray, that presumably might save her soul from this devil’s hands. But when he had his grip on her neck, catching every little detail that was shown on her tearful face with this dark, possessive gaze, lady realized —there was no salvation for her now. Despite woman’s expectations, Gortash did not get his release, instead changing his partner's position and leaving her head hanging off the bed while his erection was pressed against her cheek, smearing their fluids on the softness of her skin.

His manhood pressed into her opened lips, leaving a salty, musky aftertaste on girls tongue, which made archduke’s lover close her eyes with pleasure, while Enver slid deeper in her throat, inhaling through clenched teeth. His precious woman felt so good, especially when she was underneath him, desperately begging for her pleasure with eyes full of tears, barely holding back her loud sobs and squeezing his sensitive flesh in her warmth. Even now the muscles of her throat tightened around him, as if pleading the man to paint her insides with his semen and even despite the fact that lord was a man of patience, now he simply could not control himself, speeding up the pace with each thrust.

— How do you think that filthy vampire spawn would react seeing you like this? — he said in a hoarse, breaking voice. — Messy, needy for my touch, ready to give everything away just to choke on my dick. Such a dirty little whore.

His hand rested on her neck, where the silhouette of his length was clearly outlined, from time to time slightly pressing the spot where his flesh was enveloped in her skin and muscles. Man’s pushes became more and more chaotic with each second — the sign of his imminent orgasm — as isolated groans and husky sights were coming out from his lips. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out of her throat, moving his hand along the entire length with quick jerks and desperately keeping the silk of her hair in the grip of his fist. Few more seconds and Gortash finally reached his release, loosening his grasp on young lady. Looking at his partner, with her face completely covered in his seed, mouth wide open in tries to catch her breath he could not help himself, but feel weirdly proud of the fact that he possessed this woman as no one did.

— You are mine. Don’t you ever dare to forget that.

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Requests (now open)

Resident evil:

Albert Wesker

Alcina Dimitrescu

Arcane:

Viktor

Mel Medarda

Sevika

Silco

Caitlyn Kiramman

Jinx

Chilling adventures of Sabrina:

Madam Satan/Lilith

Zelda Spellman

Love and deep space:

Sylus

Zayne

Rafael

Xavier

Baldur’s Gate 3:

Enver Gortash

Emperor

Minthara

ONLY HEADCANONS:

Dead by Daylight:

All killers

All survivors

✅ almost everything including nsfw

❌ incest, underaged characters, male reader.

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“Accidents happen”

Pregnancy headcanons with Silco

Tags: pregnancy; unplanned pregnancy; older man/younger woman; topside reader.

~ when you first met him it was an interesting and pleasant surprise for you to finally see how the famous and so fearful Eye of Zaun looked like. A man who aged like the most expensive wine from your family’s collection with a sharp features, a few grey strands in his hair and, of course, a red eye, which you could compare to a comet drifting in a night sky.

~ everything about him was nothing like you expected it to be — his clothes, behavior, manner of speaking was more similar to a topside one and that… intrigued. A man who hates Piltover and its citizens but wants to live and look like them? You let an evil chuckle out, while he pressed his scarred lips to the back of your hand.

~ for him you were an exotic exemplar, a topside aristocrat who’s father was probably his age, but despite that fact you were still showing interest in him, keeping your sight on his face and body much longer than etiquette allows, saying ambiguous things that a young lady of your status should not even think about, trying to get under his skin.

~ at the late nights he dreamed about those gaze looking at him from the bottom up, those lips on the most intimate parts of his body and this silk hair in his hand while he guides you in a way he needs the most. You were driving him insane, leaving him without any thought except the sinful ones where lust was completely taking control of him

~ it was only a couple of nights between two of you, when your fingers that ran along his shoulder or chest was turning a peaceful evening into an act of passion and pleasures. When his previous meeting was so unsuccessful that the next second you walked in his office you were finding yourself on his desk with his lips on the soft skin of your neck. When you felt an arousal blooming in your lower abdomen just because of the way his fingers moved through his hair or loosening his tie.

~ you loved teasing him especially in the most inappropriate places like his office, filled with people who came for business reasons, and then watch how he slowly succumbs to his lustful desires, making every possible effort for the meeting to be over as quickly as possible. After his partners left the room, you were literally thrown onto a nearby sofa with his slender posture looming over you and his teeth biting into the softness of your skin.

~ after some time, there were certain signals that you wished to ignore: weakness throughout your body, feelings of nausea at the most inconvenient times of the day and mild, barely noticeable pains in the lower abdomen. You were scared, more to say terrified by the fact that a tiny life was already growing inside of you.

~ sitting in his office and discussing another topic, related to your family business you could feel his hand caressing and squeezing your thigh wanting nothing more than to take you right there, leaving all of the stress he had during the day behind and forgetting himself in the softness of your skin. That’s exactly the time when you tell him about the consequences of your passionate nights that already came to life.

~ at first he freezes, studying you with his piercing gaze, most likely searching for any signs of deceit or the most terrible joke he's ever heard in his life. Covered with a mask of indifference, that he mastered for a lot of years deep inside he’s shocked, in the greatest disbelief that it’s even possible in his age. Only when the man lightened a cigarette and inhaled the soothing smoke into his lungs, he broke a heavy silence with his hoarse voice.

— Are… you sure?

A young woman in front of him sighs slightly raising her eyebrows in annoyance, as she always did.

— I called a doctor this morning, how do you think?

An older man emits another puff of smoke with a dark chuckle. Raising a child he doesn’t even wanted with a woman he had in his bed a few times was not something he planned to, especially knowing how hard it is. He already has a kid, a stubborn young woman who he loves with all his heart and he really wishes to just shrug, leaving aristocrat at fate’s will along with his seed growing inside of her, but he hesitates for a split of second.

— What are you planning to do?

She nervously purses her lips into a thin line trying her best not to lose her face, her confidence before him even tho a man can tell the truth just by how her body language changed. She was frightened. An heir of a noble family, an arrogant piltie and a young girl who’s future was brighter than the sky over her head is now sitting with a head of the biggest criminal organization, who probably was suitable for her as a father discussing his child in her belly.

— I’ll keep it.

Of course, what else she could say now, when there’s not so much options left for her. Deep down she probably knows the answer to her own question — he will not help, she’s on her own now and it feels as if the whole world had fallen with an unbearable weight on her shoulders.

— I’ll take care of everything you’ll need.

She finally raised her gaze to the man across from her after a long starring at a smoldering ashes in a bright painted ashtray. Despite that her face didn’t show any emotion her heart skipped a beat fulfilling chest with warmth.

~ in the next days he already was in your family’s mansion talking with your parents about your current situation and you could see that judging look on their faces, mentally returning in those times when you was a little guilty kid who broke something or get a complaint from your teacher. At first they even tried to completely ignore your whole existence without saying a word or giving any glance at your side, but it seems like over time they reconciled with the idea that in a short amount of time they’ll become grandparents.

~ you both reach an agreement that you better to stay in Piltover, to not let rumors spread all over the undercity and to interfere his enemies to use you in their hatred and plans about him. That was the motive of why you needed to stop paying him visits no matter of the purpose. You stayed in your family mansion with his loyal people almost always keeping an eye on you and ensuring that your wishes and orders are fulfilled.

~ even tho he cannot be with you by obvious reasons during your hard times he regularly visits you to make sure that you’re doing well often fulfilling whims of his dear girl and the tiny creature, that develops inside of her. But mostly first one, massaging slightly swollen areas of your body, talking you through nausea and frequent dizziness in your head and, of course, spoiling you. Anything that slips through your conversation be it some kind of jewelry, hobby or food you can later found delivered right to your room with a beautifully written note that makes a smile on your face bloom leaving cheeks painted pink.

~ despite the fact that he doesn’t show it he really cares for your child and you can tell it by his hand that sometimes rests on your belly and suggestions about how it would be better for the baby to listen to your voice or music even if it didn’t form into an embryo yet. Also was the one who insisted on a complete change in your diet consuming more plant foods and animal protein even if you struggle with one of it he’ll make sure you eat it.

~ secretly he wants and honestly waits for another girl, thinking about how Jinx will take care of her younger sister, protecting and spending time together, even tho he’s a little bit afraid of her influence. In the end one hyperactive kid who likes to get into troubles is enough for him. But he hopes that mostly you’ll be the one to frequent with a child at least because he’s too busy and, for his own taste, too old to mess around with a noisy little creature who needs to be watched all the time.

~ when the childbirth finally comes he’s informed immediately after the water broke, by your maid, a woman who had worked for him for lots of years and as soon as this man is free from his duties as the ruler of the whole city he’ll rush to you to be by your side during the parturition. He probably will not be allowed to come near you so he would just sit there waiting for your pain and screams of suffering to be over as soon as possible.

~ holding a little boy on his hands he feels range of emotions while the child surprisingly calmly looks at him studying with its curious blue ocean eyes, just like his own. As if for a split second the whole world had shrunk, leaving no one in it except him and this little one just to observe, figure out how exactly to feel about each other: fear, concern… love? But after a moment passed he was already standing there, holding the small, fragile creature closer to his chest.

~ despite him not loving you in a conventional way, it seems like he developed really warm feelings towards you as one of his closest people, the one whom he values. You were his business partner, a mother of his child who mostly had the same goals as he — protect his son for any cost and give anything to raise him properly, as a person he himself could never be on the streets of his city. Sometimes, while sharing so rare and precious moments of your child peacefully sleeping together, you’d understand him better often comforting him even if he didn’t ask for it, while your head rests on his shoulder or your fingers find his.

~ it took a lot of efforts, mostly from your parents’ side, to finally arrange the marriage appealing on the fact that many people, including other prominent families that was respected by yours, won’t accept this child as an heir without an official confirmation. Through his discontent, annoyed sights and frowning eyebrows he ended up signing all the required papers making you his dear wife, as he often called you. And although it did not give any benefits to either you or him, many from the Council and Chem barons wanted to find leverage and establish control over the other side, but so far without any success.

Few years later

Man was sitting in his office overwhelmed with a pile of papers on his desk and a boy on his lap, who was drawing something in his own notebook which cover was painted and signed with his name with his favorite crayons. Pink and blue. Of course, following his sister in every way possible, but at least his fears were in vain. Even tho boy wanted to imitate his older sibling in many things he was calmer and much more sensible than many children his age, probably thanking to his father’s genetics and education, but it didn’t mean that sometimes he wasn’t capricious just like his mother.

— When will mom return? — the boy asked raising his big-eyed gaze to man’s face.

He sighed on this question. His dear wife was attending a meeting which was related to the family business, now fully belonged to her after her parents’ retirement. As was planned from the very beginning she was the one who took care of their child, sometimes resorting to Jinx’ help who was more than happy to assist. She perceived the girl, who was supposed to be her stepmother as a close friend, often visiting mansion and lingering there for a long time hanging around with her, to his own astonishment and relief.

— I don’t know. — man answers honestly. — Why? You don’t like it here?

Kid continued to stare at his father whom he looked so much like, with his dark hair and light blue eyes, looked at everyone around them inquiringly and at the same time warily. After some time spend with his older parent he even started to emulate man’s behavior and expression, ordering around to a bunch of his nannies which left his mother in touching awe. His blood, his heir who, as he sincerely hopes, will never see his people, people of Zaun in poverty, the one for whom he and his darling partner have to work even harder to achieve their common goals before these child’s eyes could see a cruelty of this two-faced world.

— I like being with you and mom.

He felt his heart melting from such a simple words of his child, this innocent little one who loved him with all heart. Smiling, he leaned over to boy’s forehead leaving a kiss and pulling him closer to his chest. His little family, people for whom he could easily give his life away if he’d need to, who cared for him no matter what, that’s something definitely worth fighting for.

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Watching/playing in horror genre with Sylus

~first of all he’s a busy man and despite the fact that he likes horror genre, usually he just don’t have enough time for watching movies giving more preference to books. He’s favorite would definitely be Stephen King for that atmosphere in his artworks.

~he’s a kind of person that will chuckle or at least smile at characters deaths, especially if it’s a stupid one like stepped on “the most obvious trap he’s ever saw” and he’s more than glad if you’re same, discussing how dumb heroes are for coming up with those decisions.

~he secretly waits for scary moments cause he loves when you cling to him all tensed seeking for his protection and comfort when monster’s face appears on the screen with a loud scream. But if you’re a tough one, that cannot be affected so easily don’t worry, after some time you’ll find yourself in his arms pressed against strong chest anyway.

~he would be glad to watch all the screen adaptations of Stephen King’s novels, even if he doesn’t like any of it, telling how much better it was on the book pages, but he has favorites like “Carrie” and “It”.

~movies about serial killers is his top of most enjoyable ones, sympathizing Myers and Ghost Face and considering how society itself made a monsters out of them. And that is the reason why you often need to put it on pause for you two to meet in a debate battles on that topic.

~if we’re talking about games he’s not much of a player but of course he will do that with you cause obviously that’s what you’d like. It takes some time for you to explain him how to play but since he’s a “talented student” he’s very fast at learning.

~for the reason that not so much horror games are a multiplayer ones, you play in turns, even if at first he prefers watching you, taking his turn only in case if some moments are too scary for you but after not so long mostly you will be the one to just sit, often giving him advice.

~I feel like this man would like “Resident evil 7” and first parts of this franchise, cause the atmosphere in some places there would keep him all in tense, plus he seems to really like the idea of Umbrella, an evil company with their terrible experiments on human body and you already were regretting of giving him ideas for his next business.

~even though he loves to control everything he seems to enjoy games with an unpredictable jump-scares like “Layers of Fear” or “Mortuary Assistant” that can throw him off course for a couple of seconds. And it’s funny for you to watch how carefully and slowly he’s trying to turn back not to be taken by surprise after the last jump-scare.

~”Phasmophobia” is next on your list, a game that was terrifying for you first times you played it. But despite your expectations you almost always were the one to die first while your man just sat there holding a laugh, hidden in the closet like he never even entered the haunted house. Newcomers are lucky not to go out on the ghosts, I guess.

~not a secret that he adores the feeling when somebody’s life fully depends of his choice, no matter if that’s a real life or a game, that’s why he enjoys “Until Dawn” along with “Dark Anthology Pictures”. That thrill of power and control that he has over these virtual humans make you feel very sorry for them. And don’t even doubt, if he doesn’t like the character they will not make it until the end, at least alive.

~he likes horror games/movies with a deep meaning, you know the ones after which you usually sat on one place for some time reflecting on what you’ve just seen or played. At that point you and your partner are talking sharing your thoughts and considering all the ways how differently it could be if characters did this instead of that.

~he would love as well physiological thrillers like “The Shining” and “The Babadook”, movies where the story is told through the thoughts of psychologically stressed characters, revealing their distorted mental perception of the world and how what seemed like a nice, not remarkable at any point person goes all the way straight to insanity.

~not a big fan of a body horror, as he thinks that it’s the easiest way to impress people with just an image of blood and organs everywhere on the screen. As was said before, he appreciates people’s emotions and the atmosphere, that puts viewers or players in a primary terror.

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Love obsession from the first sight

Sylus x [nonMc]reader

~he saw you casually walking on a street with your drink in one hand and a cell phone in the other. It seemed you were talking to someone. Someone who made your face bloom with smile and laughter. He was, well to say it correctly, intrigued by you, your manner of speaking, the light movement of your hand while twirling your drink with abandon and the way your lips curled in a wonderful smile showing your teeth.

~from that moment he slowly began to lose his mind over you, seeing you in his most passionate dreams waking up with sweat all over his body and tightness underneath his pants. No matter what he did his thoughts were always returning to you making it impossible to concentrate on work or any other business. At first he found that annoying, just think of it, a terrifying Onychinus leader who was defeated by his own mind playing a cruel trick on him, how pathetic. Then there was concern, the more he thought of you the more his obsession grew and it seemed like the only way to deal with it it’s to get this woman. Make her belong to him fully with her body and mind and that’s exactly what he’s willing to do

~he’d always watching you, usually it’s Mephisto the one he used for it, showing him every piece of your everyday routine which he wanted to be part of, waking up with you in his arms, drinking coffee on your balcony, while sharing a private talk about everything and then go off to work with a feather light kiss of yours on his cheek. He smiled every time imagining this with anticipation that all of that will come true soon enough

~when it comes to gifts and spoiling there is nobody who would be better in it than this man. Packs with an expensive clothes and jewelry laying at your door almost every day when you returned late from work, leaving you wonder who could possibly be that from. Your morning could start with a cup of favorite drink and breakfast from that place you liked earlier and end with dinner in some fancy place you received an invitation to with a weird waiters in a crow masks, who seemed to know all your preferences in food.

~sitting with a glass of an expensive beverage in his slim hand, he scanned every corner of the club searching for you to finally appear, sending every girl who badly wanted his attention away with this deadly look in his eyes that was sending shivers down to their spine. He waited for the only one who captured his gaze and warmed his heart after such a long time.

~and there you was in that stunning, revealing dress of yours which he chose by himself, catching an eye of everybody in the room as you walked in. Men turning their heads just to take a look, women with jealousy in their glances and him, devouring you with his crimson eyes as he was in hunger for the past decades and no one else except you can satisfy it.

~but when he approached trying to ask you out you just… rejected him with an awkward smile on your beautiful face leaving him stand there with his eyes wide open in shock. He smirked, inhaling air where your perfume still was. Well that looked like a beginning of fun and extremely dangerous game you started

~that peasant who was stupid enough to decide to drug you was like an eyesore, surrounding you with his unpleasant presence for the whole evening and trying to let your guard down with that disgusting smirks of his, but at least there was some use in him. The moment you felt weakness in your legs and a fog slowly taking over your mind your unwanted companion was pushed away with all strength the white haired man had, quickly lifting you up despite protests of that little parasite. He’ll take care of that bastard later, but now you were his main priority.

~you woke up hours later felling cold silk sheets underneath, the ones that you definitely don’t possess in your house. Even tho your sight still wasn’t clear enough seeing black dots here and there over the room you could tell with confidence — it wasn’t your bedroom, nor any of your friends. Sitting on the bed with heaviness of your body and head, you tried to look around without falling back. Huge room in black and red tones, with a fireplace, few sofas, which looked like a couple of your month salaries, and a window that took the whole wall, showing dark skyscrapers outside. That wasn’t Lincoln City and that fact was terrifying to acknowledge.

~and then you notice a dark figure sitting in a corner, watching you all that time like your struggling was nothing more than an entertainment for him. Dark chuckle escaped the lips of a mysterious man when he stood upon all his height, slowly walking closer to you still sitting on his bed. And then you recognized that perfect face with a predatory look intended only for you, as he approached.

~get off me you perverted freak. — you hissed at him like a wild animal that was cornered and tried to bite with the last drop of strength that left.

~oh? I thought you were enjoying my attention more than enough. — he said with that velvet voice of his that spread over your body like a viscous nectar settling on the bones.

~you were smart enough to add two plus two and get him watching you all along, following everywhere like a misty shadow who quickly disappeared before you could even placed your eyes on him.

~at that moment emotions bursted in your mind: fear of how vulnerable you was in the moment, unable to defend yourself against the monster in front of you, anger and disgust of how could somebody come to decision to stalk you, sneaking around like a vile snake just because of their damaged ego but there was another one, like a voice in your mind that was becoming stronger with each second — a desire to compete. And it looks like the fire in your eyes was strong enough for him to notice and reward you with an understanding smirk. Now he definitely won’t let you go that easily.

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Just imagine: Sylus is a dragon king who has a village that pays him tribute in the form of jewels, money, etc, but one day instead of this he demands to give him young maidens, one of which is you. It turns out that his goal is the birth of an heir, but so far no woman has been able to bear a child for some reason. You, despite the king's promises to shower that one woman with luxuries, just want to return home, to your family, and when you try to escape, you are caught and taken directly to the king's chambers, where you meet him for the first time

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The man towered over the girl with all his menacing presence, studying every little detail of her appearance, facial expressions and movements, which were, or at least seemed too calm for a person in such a situation. Her eyes were lowered to the floor and only the way she placed her fingers and sometimes ran her tongue over her parched lips betrayed her excitation. A large hand on her throat forced the girl to draw air through her teeth, finally meeting the eyes with the owner of these lands. The black horns that were placed on his head added to the already tall creature more height, making his presence even more oppressive, the long snow-white hair that reached his waist, and the sharp claws that dug into the delicate girl's skin as if trying to tear it to pieces. And even despite this, his face seemed to have been created by the best artists of this world, as if the gods themselves had created a beautiful angel who inevitably plunged everyone into sin, tempting mortals to make their own way to hell. His sharp nose, which somewhat resembled a crow's beak, thin lips, which were currently curved into a smile, high cheekbones and a jaw line that seemed to cut you if you touched them, and those predatory, crimson eyes that looked into the very soul of the young lady. Well, now she understood all those women in the palace who were almost singing odes to him, their hearts were forever captured by the terrible, but so beautiful dragon king.

— I knew that there was no use for in education for village girls, but I expected at least some sort of manners. — the man said, leaning towards the face of the young lady, almost touching her forehead with his own. — Didn't your mother teach you that it's rude to stare?

This voice that flowed through her veins like an aphrodisiac was the last particle that kept the girl from succumbing to the charms of this devil, who, as she knew for sure, would destroy her soul and body. But she didn't care anymore. A dark chuckle left the girl's lips before her hand rested on lord’s neck, trailing it down his massive chest and stomach, the muscles of which tensed under the sensual touch.

— I'm just returning the favor.

Shortening the distance between them, the girl fell to the man’s lips, capturing them in a passionate kiss. Slender fingers tangled in the snow-white locks, raking and painfully pulling it, while with the other hand she ran sharp nails across his exposed chest and torso, leaving red streaks. Feeling his own blood on his tongue, the lord smiled through the kiss, tightening his grip on the girl's neck, feeling his heartbeat quicken under the pads of his fingers.

— Well, if you are that brave, you cannot count on my mercy, sweetheart. — the king said as he lifted the young lady up with ease and touched her skin in a chaste kiss before placing her body down onto the soft surface of the bed.

P.S. Saw these precious, wonderful, AMAZING artworks and was wondering why nobody wrote anything in that concept before

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I just crave for somebody to make video with Sylus to “1985” along with Wesker

No really, at first I didn’t thought about that at all, like yes their voices sound alike, yes they both blond guys who wears black and cannot die, but after phrase “Let’s finish this” in the end of his attack I was filled up with realization.