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iidilio · 24 days ago

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Day 01: Itachi using a smartphone for the first time

— just Itachi trying to use his new phone for the first time

[🌸] I decide to make an event—a kind of celebration birthday month for him because omg it’s June! The post where i’ll put all the days should be posted in some hours, hahaha hopefully

Characters: itachi uchiha ; other characters

Warnings: nothing just fluff ; AU: Where Itachi is alive, retired, and living in the Boruto era. Just an adorable man with glasses and an even more adorable wife (aka you).

more? here

The soft light of the sunset filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the tatami floor. Outside, the wind whispered gently, rustling the cherry blossom trees in the garden—trees Itachi had planted himself years ago with his own hands. He was no longer a shinobi, nor a spy, nor a man haunted by the weight of his past. He was simply himself. A man who had survived it all.

And now, he faced… a new enemy: a smartphone.

“Where’s the…?” he muttered, frowning in concentration as he tapped the screen carefully, like pressing too hard might break it.

He sat on the couch with his legs crossed like he still belonged to the ninja world, though now with rectangular glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. They suited him, even if he insisted they made him look old. Oh, but for you? For you he looked adorable—especially because every five minutes, he pushed them up with a finger, as if that would help him better understand how the ‘demonic device’ worked.

“Babe… I told you, if you swipe up, the camera opens”

“The camera? Isn’t that just for recording things?”

“It takes pictures too,” you replied with a patient, amused smile as you sat beside him and pointed to where he needed to tap.

Itachi mumbled something under his breath, probably a complaint about modern tech, and finally—after a few failed attempts—he managed to open the camera.

He lifted the phone with slightly shaky hands—not from weakness, but from the gentle care he always had—and… pointed it at you.

“Like this…?” he asked.

“Just like that,” you smiled, tilting your head to one side.

Suddenly, the camera clicked, making you flinch a little.

“Perfect,” he said with a faint, curious smile as his beautiful obsidian eyes scanned the screen. “What do I do with it now?”

“Well… you can set it as your wallpaper. Do you want to?”

“…I do,” he said softly after a moment, with a smile only you ever got to see.

You guided him step by step, helping his fingers glide across the screen with ease, until the very first picture in his gallery became his new wallpaper—a slightly messy-haired you, smiling. He stared at it in silence for a few seconds.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered, not looking at you, as if unaware you’d heard him.

“Hmm? What was that, love?”

“Nothing,” he answered quietly, and his hand reached for yours naturally, fingers intertwining with calm certainty.

You rested your head on his shoulder, and he leaned into you slightly. In that moment of peace—surrounded by the scent of the tea cooling on the coffee table, the rustle of the trees, and the quiet weight of your presence—Itachi felt, as he had many times since meeting you, that he was finally home again.

Like a blessing, you had come into his life after the war.

He didn’t need anything more.

He had you.

He had his brother.

Your photo on his phone.

…and your hand in his.

#iidiliowrites #itachi uchiha x reader #uchiha itachi x reader #itachi x you #itachi x reader #itachi x y/n #itachi fanfic #itachi uchiha #<3333

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iidilio · 2 months ago

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This mf—i love him 🤣

Me with Caleb when I found out he didn't die:

This mf make me cry for nothing 😭

#caleb stop u bitch #iidiliorambles

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iidilio · 2 months ago

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Me with Caleb when I found out he didn't die:

This mf make me cry for nothing 😭

#caleb xia #caleb love and deepspace #love and deepspace caleb #lads caleb #babe… can u call me back?#i miss u—#it’s so lonely in my mansion..

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iidilio · 2 months ago

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Day 24: An innocent touch isn't so innocent when it's repeated too much…

— You woke up playful, do I need to explain more?

[ 🌸 ] i think—i get very excited with the nsfw…

characters: Sylus

warnings: none, Orgasm denial, p in v, Oral sex (woman receiving), inappropriate use of evol, begging, Sylus being lil very cruel, size difference, v-fingering, pat on the readers' pussy, pregnancy kink, explicit sexual content, raw fucking, pure smut, almost plotless porn (pipipi), a cock warming (?), dom/sub, overstimulation, naked woman dressed man, kids pls read the Bible instead of this—

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You couldn't help it.

It was too much fun teasing him like this. The way he looked at you with those pleading eyes, soft and full of tenderness, only for them to turn into a look of exasperation when you escaped from his touch, leaving him hard and wanting you.

It made you feel powerful somehow, especially when you straddled his lap and began kissing him while moving your hips, your pussy rubbing against his dress hard cock. The way he moaned your name so beautifully, pleading for more before you slipped out of his grasp again, leaving him with a hard-on and wanting more.

He never stopped you—even though he probably wanted to—you only heard him say your name in that breathless voice with an exasperated sigh. Of course, he let you have your way… until he didn't.

Maybe it was a bad idea to do it on the day he was in a bad mood.

You let out a moan. You couldn't move your hands; his evol held you captive beneath him as he licked and sucked your clit mercilessly, his fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy, touching your G-spot.

It was cruel. He'd stop when he sensed you were close to your orgasm, denying you that delicious peak of pleasure. It was your punishment for playing with him so much.

Sylus heard your breathing quicken, felt your pussy clench around his long, calloused fingers.

He smiled as he moved away from your weeping pussy, watching you squirm and move your hips pathetically, seeking some satisfaction, something—something that would bring you to your orgasm.

"Now, now. Keep your legs wide open, my love. I'm not finished with you yet," Sylus murmured in his husky voice, his lips teasingly brushing the skin of your inner thigh.

You begged for mercy, you promised you wouldn't tease him to the limit again, and yet, that didn't matter to him.

You let out a pathetically shaky gasp as he gently pinched the hood of your overstimulated clit, so drenched with your juices and saliva.

"Good kitten," he whispered. His fingers glided so easily between your swollen folds, delving into the entrance of your pussy. Slowly, so tenderly, he inserted a finger; his long, thick cock was painfully hard, but he ignored it in favor of prioritizing your punishment.

Feeling your slick walls tighten around his finger, he added the other, allowing you time to get used to the sensation of his long, thick fingers inside your beautiful insides. His other hand slid around your body, pinching your swollen clit just right to make you shudder.

He smirked, a touch cruelly, as his fingers found your G-spot so easily inside you. He knew your body like the back of his hand. He began to massage it. He covered your poor clit with his thumb, slowly circling it in tight, painfully slow circles.

He licked his lips at the tantalizing sight you offered him. Your pretty fucked face, your tits and your weeping pussy being fucked by his fingers.

"You look beautiful, sweetie," Sylus whispered, his voice husky but loud enough for you to hear.

He picked up the pace, still careful not to accidentally hurt you. He watched as your breathing quickened, your body began to tremble, your walls fluttered like a butterfly, and your pretty legs shook uncontrollably from the approaching orgasm.

With an almost cruel, mocking smile, he removed both hands, preventing you, refusing to bring you to orgasm again.

“Stop moving so much, kitten. Behave yourself,” he admonished as he slapped your reddened pussy, so swollen that surely the slightest touch made you see stars.

Gently, and with a patience that only came out in special falls, he leaned down to suck and lick your swollen clit, listening to your every plea between pleas and moans. Feeling your legs tremble on his broad shoulders. Feeling you squirm under the strong grip his evol had on your wrists.

With a loud smacking sound, he pulled away from your clit. He watched your fucked expression.

“S-Sylus...! Please...” you begged breathlessly, your cheeks flushed and soaked with tears from the overstimulation. “It’s too much... please—I’m sorry…”

Sylus smiled mischievously, enjoying the desperation in your voice. He felt you tremble, your sexy body yearning for the release he was constantly denying you. The way you said his name in such a pleading and needy way only encouraged him.

“Too much? Or not enough, sweetie?” he purred, his voice deep and almost cruel, but still with that gentle touch. His fingers didn’t cease their tortuous movements, sliding in and out of your wet pussy, caressing that sensitive spot that made your head feel light for the pleasure.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, "You're being a good sweetheart. You won't tease me like that again, will you? You're handling your punishment just fine. But I think you can handle a few more..."

To emphasize his words, Sylus added a third finger, pumping them harder and faster. His thumb rubbed quick, tight circles around your clit, enjoying the way your eyes rolled back. He could smell your arousal, see the wetness trickling down your swollen folds to your buttocks, and it made his cock throb painfully.

But he ignored it. This was about your pleasure, your punishment. Your body was his canvas right now, and he was determined to paint a masterpiece.

"Let's see how many more times I can make this greedy little cunt clamp down on nothing before I fill it, huh?" Sylus growled, moving his fingers at a pace that made you moan so loudly that a very small part of you was afraid someone would hear you.

The wet sloshing of your arousal filled the room.

You could feel him sending you soaring toward another peak, your breathing shallow and ragged. But just as you were teetering on the edge—Sylus withdrew his fingers, leaving you empty and desperate.

You moaned. You whimpered as you looked up at him with eyes desperate to truly feel that denied peak of pleasure.

"No. Not yet, my love. You can't cum until I say so," he said with a dark chuckle, blowing cool air over your soaked, swollen, sensitive cunt. He knew you could feel the rush, the emptiness where his fingers had been.

Sylus wasn't done. Not even close. He wanted to ruin you by playing with him so much, wanted you to crave only his touch, his cock. He wanted you addicted to the rush of almost cumming, to the sweet agony of being denied.

He plunged into your heat again, between your legs, his tongue plunging into your dripping pussy.

You moaned breathily as your toes curled in ecstasy. “Sylus…! Please let me cum…—!”

Sylus felt your beautiful body tense, your soft muscles taut like a bowstring about to snap.

He could hear the desperation in your breathy pleas, the way you were begging for that release.

It egged him on, made his achingly hard cock throb and bulge painfully in his pants. He wanted more of those sounds, more of your sweet, adorable cries and moans. He wanted to fill the luxurious room with the music of your pleasure until it drowned out the outside world.

His tongue penetrated deep into your wet pussy, swirling and coiling around your sensitive walls. He could taste your arousal, could feel it coat his tongue and glide across his chin. It was intoxicating, addictive, and he knew he'd never tire of it.

He could feel your clit against his lips, swollen and sensitive from his previous caresses. He could feel your hips rocking, grinding against his face as you sought your orgasm, so greedily. He squeezed your thighs tighter to hold you in place.

Just as he felt you tremble, your body convulsing with the force of the impending orgasm, Sylus pulled away. A flick of his fingers and his thrust was gone, leaving your wrists, your hands free. He wanted you free as you fell into the void.

"Cum for me, kitten," he commanded with a growl. "Cum screaming my name, so everyone knows who owns this pretty little pussy."

And with that, he sealed his lips around your clit and sucked hard, his tongue quickly running over the sensitive bundle of nerves. At the same time, he thrust three fingers deep inside you, pumping them, bringing you to your previously mercilessly denied orgasm.

The image of Sylus's head between your legs, the obscene sounds of him devouring your pussy, was all you needed before finally reaching that peak of your pleasure.

You don't know how much time passed. It was as if the world stopped. You lay limp on the bed, panting and trembling, your shaky legs still draped over Sylus's broad shoulders. Your body disappeared beneath his as he straightened.

He could see your eyes struggling to focus on him, glazed over with post-orgasmic bliss.

Seeing you like this, completely destroyed and satisfied with just his touch, filled him with a deep desire. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Sylus withdrew his fingers from your wet, trembling pussy. He brought them to his mouth, brazenly licking her juices from each finger, savoring the taste of your essence on his tongue.

"Delicious," Sylus murmured in a deep voice. "You're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted. And it's all mine."

His hands slid down your trembling thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps. His thumbs slowly massaged your hipbones while he waited for you to come down from your bliss.

His crimson eyes admired the sight of your shiny, swollen pussy lips, so red and beautiful from his attention.

He could see the entrance to your pussy fluttering, still trying to clench around something, eager to be filled.

He wanted more. He wanted to be inside you, wanted to feel your tight, wet heat clenching around his aching cock. With a low, almost gruff growl, Sylus half-unbuttoned his black button-down shirt. His muscular chest was half-exposed. His hands unbuttoned his jeans just enough to let his cock spring forth, long, thick, and hard.

Sylus smirked at your enthusiastic reaction; you were always so eager for more. He wrapped his large hand around his cock, stroking it slowly a few times. He could feel it throbbing, the veins pulsing with need, the head swollen and oozing with anticipation.

"Do you want this, my love?" he purred, rubbing the tip playfully between your soaked folds, coating himself with your wet arousal, the tip touching your clit in a raw way that made you shudder. "Tell me how much you want it. Beg for my cock like the needy little thing you are."

This time he pressed his head against your entrance, not forcing it, but applying just enough pressure so you felt its shape, its size. Sylus wanted to hear you beg, wanted to hear you admit how much you needed him inside you, filling you, claiming you raw.

Sylus could feel you trembling, could feel you trying to push down on him, trying to get him inside. But he held back, tightening his grip on your hips, holding you in place.

"Say it," he growled, his voice low and raspy, with barely contained lust. “Tell me what this greedy cunt needs. Only then will I give you what you need.”

Meanwhile, you… couldn't believe he still made you beg after what he did to you, how he devoured and licked your pussy, how he denied you orgasm. It was so cruel.

“W-Why are you doing this to me…? It's so unfair…” you whispered, trembling beneath him. “Please… please, I need you… make love to me—fuck me,” you begged, giving him those pleading eyes, the ones you knew Sylus wouldn't be able to resist.

As expected, his heart sank when he saw your pleading eyes looking up at him, shining with desperate longing. Your soft, whispering plea was like a siren's song, impossible to resist.

Sylus moved forward, sinking himself completely into your tight, wet heat with one smooth thrust. He thrust into you, his balls resting against your ass, his cock as deep as he could reach. Your pussy clenched and churned around him, gripping his thick cock like a velvet vice.

“Fuck, kitten,” Sylus moaned, his voice tight with pleasure. “You feel incredible. This tight pussy is so fucking perfect.”

He began to move, slowly withdrawing until only the tip remained inside you, before slamming back in with the enough force to made the bed wobble. Your back arched off the mattress pushing your perfect breasts toward his still-clothed chest. Sylus couldn't resist the temptation to lean down and capture a nipple in his mouth, sucking it hungrily. The obscene sound of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and cries of ecstasy.

He hooked your legs over his elbows, nearly bending you in half as he loomed over you, dominating you completely.

"Take it all, love," he growled, his hips never wavering from his relentless rhythm. "Take my cock. Fuck, you're so tight."

Sylus could feel your slick walls squeezing him, clinging to him as if you never wanted to let go. It drove him on, drove him to thrust into you harder, faster, with the single-minded determination to make you his. He wanted to fill you, claim you so you would never forget who you belonged to.

His hand slid down to rub your clit, fingering your sensitive pearl in time with his thrusts.

Sylus could feel you trembling and moaning beneath him, your body flooded with sensation as he relentlessly stimulated your most sensitive spots. The sound of your moans and the way you writhed on his cock drove him wild.

“That’s it, kitten,” he growled, his voice low and approving. “Let me feel you shudder with pleasure. Let me feel this sweet little body melt on my cock.”

His hand continued its relentless assault on your poor clit, rubbing the sensitive pearl in swift, firm, circular motions. He could feel your pussy tightening around him, your cunt beginning to tingle.

You twitched and shook as another orgasm approached.

You felt so good. All your senses were overwhelmed, all you could do was receive it.

You wondered if all your punishments would be like this in the future. If he would fuck you as well as he was doing right now.

"Cum again, love," Sylus growled with a cocky grin. "I want to feel this pussy milk my cock. I want to flood your womb with my cum until you're filled with my children."

His filthy words, combined with the relentless stimulation of your clit and his cock fucking you relentlessly, brought you over the edge once again. You came with a gasp of his name, your pussy clenching around him. Sylus moaned as he felt your pussy clench and churn around him. It was enough to send him tumbling to his own end, his hips slamming into yours one last time before he plunged himself in.

“Fuck!” He groaned, his cock throbbing as thick jets of cum spilled into your cunt. He filled you with jet after jet of his hot cum.

You gasped, feeling boneless, completely exhausted but satisfied.

Sylus captured your lips with breathtaking tenderness in a searing kiss. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Sylus broke the kiss. He pulled back to gaze down at you, admiring how well-fucked you looked. Your eyes were glazed and unfocused, your lips swollen from the kiss and slightly parted. The flush on your skin and the sheen of sweat made you look like a depraved angel.

He stayed there, inside you, enjoying your warmth as he pulled you against his chest, feeling the heat of your skin through the fabric.

After a while, he pulled away, moving his hips, feeling his cum inside your pussy. He could feel it around his member. He gave one last long, deep thrust into your completely spent and wet pussy before finally pulling out with a low, satisfied groan. He watched his cum begin to ooze out, sliding down the curve of your pretty ass.

"Look at you," he murmured in a deep voice. "What a good little kitten, taking my cock so well. But don't tease like you did before again, or I'll punish you worse than today." He lectured you gently, giving your pussy a final pat.

#iidiliowrites #sylus x you #sylus qin x reader #sylus qin #sylus x mc #l&ds sylus #sylus smut #sylus #sylus love and deepspace #sylus x reader #lnds sylus #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus

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iidilio · 2 months ago

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Day 23: Another CEO

— AU! Ceo Sylus x employee reader headcanons.

[ 🌸 ] something cute before the smuttie

characters: Sylus

warnings: none

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—You had just started at the company, just another assistant among dozens.

—Sylus, CEO of the imposing OnyxCorp, rarely speaks directly to lower-ranking employees. But from the first day he sees you walking down the hallway with poorly stacked papers and a determined expression, something makes him pause for a second.

—He says nothing, of course. Just walks past you.

—But that very night, in his glass-walled office bathed in golden shadows, he looks up your name in the files with your personal information.

—The next day, mysteriously, you’re assigned to the executive team. No one knows how or why.

—You, on the other hand, don’t complain—but you swear that CEO paused just half a second when your fingers brushed his while handing over a report. A blink. A soft murmur, but clearly audible:

“Thank you.”

—He speaks to all his employees with a firm voice, leaving no room for objections.

—He’s direct, impatient, and his presence alone is enough to silence an entire room.

—Oh! But with you…

“Are you busy?”

“Mm, not much. Do you need something, sir?”

“Need, no. But I want you to come.”

—He always lets you choose. Always. And he says it quietly, just for you.

—There’s a sweetness no one else sees. A softer gaze. A slight way he leans in, as if his world starts to revolve around you.

—But of course, he always gives you space to walk away if you’re uncomfortable.

—You always bring him his double espresso—no sugar, no milk. He looks into your eyes when he takes it, and thanks you with that soft, slightly husky voice that, oddly enough, makes your knees tremble in the best way.

—One day, you bring one for yourself too.

“I suppose it’s sweet?” he asks, noticing your cup.

“Yeah, with caramel. I like it better that way,” you say casually, thinking he won’t care. That he’ll forget.

He says nothing, but that slight smirk and subtle nod is enough to show you he was listening.

The next day, when you go to his office to drop off some papers, there’s a second cup on his desk. A caramel coffee.

“I accidentally bought two,” he says without looking at you. “But you can take one if you want.”

(What a liar, omggg)

—When another executive tries to flirt with you? Sylus doesn’t react. At least, not in the way you’d expect.

—The next day, that man is transferred. To another branch. In another country.

“Was it your idea?”

“Who knows? The business world is unpredictable.”

(Sy—you’re so jealous…)

—Sometimes, in the afternoon after a long day, your phone rings.

—A call.

“I saw you today. You looked tired.”

“It was a long day, sir.”

“Then rest more, you’re doing an excellent job.”

Silence. Your heart beats faster. He says no more, but you know—getting compliments from him is rare.

And you can only smile at how deeply his words affected you:

“Thank you… boss.”

“…Call me Sylus, when we’re alone.”

—One day, you leave the office late, no umbrella, and the sky is pouring.

—You’re about to run toward the station when a tall shadow stops beside you.

“So determined to get sick?”

He’s there. Umbrella in hand. In his black designer suit, as if the rain doesn’t matter to him in the slightest.

“I only have one. You’ll have to stay close.”

You walk beside him, so close you can hear his breathing. He doesn’t say a word, but he shields you more than himself without you even noticing.

Later, you both get in his car.

And for the first time, you understand what it means to be cared for other person expecting nothing in return.

—As the days passed, your relationship intensified.

—Maybe it was the way his fingers lingered a little longer during those ‘accidental’ touches when you handed him something.

—Maybe it was the way your heart pounded when your eyes met.

—Maybe it was how his voice sounded like a siren’s song in your ears, full of respect and clear affection.

—Whatever it was, it made you start to feel something for your boss.

—He didn’t stay behind.

—It was inevitable, no matter how many times you tried to keep things professional.

—You failed again and again.

—You stopped trying the day he finally kissed you.

—That same day, he called you kitten for the first time.

—Let me tell you: no one enters his office unannounced. No one sits on his chairs, which probably cost a fortune, without permission.

—No one contradicts him.

—Until you came along.

“Kitten, I didn’t say you could sit.” The nickname became exclusive to your private moments.

You looked at him with a playful smile and eyes glowing with affection that belonged only to him. “You didn’t say I couldn’t either,” you fired back.

He smiled.

“You’re right. Do whatever you want.” He simply let himself be defeated. You always got the win—he made sure of that.

And when you close your eyes for a moment on his absurdly expensive couch, exhausted from the day…

He rises from his leather chair, takes off his jacket to cover you, and sits back down in silence to work again.

In the end, to him, nothing is more important than letting you rest peacefully.

#iidiliowrites #sylus x you #sylus fluff #sylus qin #sylus x mc #l&ds sylus #sylus smut #sylus #sylus love and deepspace #sylus x reader #lnds sylus #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus

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iidilio · 2 months ago

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Day 22: Soulmates

— It turns out that no matter how many lives you live, he will always be your soulmate.

[ 🌸 ] In this alternate reality, soulmates exist. But they bond in dreams.

characters: Sylus

warnings: none

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The first time you met him, he spoke as if he already knew you. As if he had talked to you before. As if he had loved you before.

“You still have that look, you know?” he said first, with the moon glowing behind him like it was about to bleed, even though it had nearly vanished beneath the clouds. His crimson eyes searched yours, looking for something he couldn’t find. “The one that says you don’t trust even in luck… but still hope for miracles.”

“Do we know each other?” you asked, confused by how he seemed to have known you for a long time.

He smiled.

A smile that had no right to exist, and no reason to be that sad.

“Seems like… I’m the only one who hasn’t forgotten.”

…

Your dreams grew more vivid after meeting him, Sylus.

They weren’t just dreams. They were memories, you realized too late. Not yours… but his.

A dragon.

Black as midnight, with wings so vast you swore they blanketed the sky. An ancient being, momentarily trapped—unable to love, unable to be free.

“You should sing more often,” he said in those memories, his voice softer than you ever thought someone like him could allow himself to be, “for a human, you sing well.”

You still didn’t fully remember what you had felt back then… what he meant to you.

But your soul reached for his, as if the bond you were supposed to remember… was slowly awakening inside you.

…

The second time you saw him…

It wasn’t what you expected.

There was no magic, no heavenly light. No ‘click’ that dropped you to your knees, madly in love for him and him—and only him. Just a long hallway, a shadow leaning against the wall, a lighter spinning between his fingers.

“Well, well…” he said, as if admiring a piece of art. “Figured we’d meet sooner. Though, if I can be honest—this time around, you’re even more beautiful.”

His tone was… almost indifferent. But his eyes… his eyes trembled.

And for a moment, he wasn’t the leader of Onychinus. He wasn’t the most feared man in Zone N109.

He was just him.

Your soulmate. You realized it a little too late—but honestly, it was just in time, and that was enough.

And without knowing why, your voice trembled too as you replied:

“…we’ve met many times before, haven’t we?”

His smile was small. But it was real.

“I just hope that this time you’ll… let me stay forever.”

And even without fully remembering, deep down you knew—

you had decided that a long time ago.

#iidiliowrites #sylus x you #sylus qin #sylus x mc #l&ds sylus #sylus qin x reader #lnds sylus #sylus love and deepspace #sylus x reader #sylus smut #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #sylus

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Rafayel: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

Mc/YN: Peonies, why?

Rafayel:

Mc/YN: Were you going to get me flowers?

Rafayel:

Mc/YN:

Rafayel: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

#lads rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #rafayel x reader #rafayel x mc #rafayel x you #love and deep space #lads #loveanddeepspace

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Day 21: “But shhh… it’s a secret.”

— You and Sylus have a secret relationship until… it's not so secret anymore.

[ 🌸 ] this was cute tho..

characters: Sylus

warnings: none

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It wasn’t common to see Sylus smile. Not that kind of smile that gave someone chills, but a real one—soft, barely there… like he was holding a secret between his lips. Of course, you knew what it was.

Because you were the reason for that smile.

It didn’t matter how much you both denied it, how careful you were to shut his office door properly, to avoid lingering glances in the hallways or the way his fingers brushed yours almost imperceptibly during meetings… Something was off, at least to anyone paying attention. And Luke and Kieran were paying attention.

They admired you with shameless, youthful awe. They asked you questions, followed you like ducklings, told you things they wouldn’t say to anyone else. To them, you were something between a big sister and a mother figure. So when they noticed the boss treating you differently, it didn’t take long to connect the dots.

“Kieran… he never talks to anyone like that,” Luke murmured.

“And he calls her ‘kitten.’ Kitten, Luke. WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?”

“That the boss actually has a heart.”

“Or that we’re witnessing the secret romance of the century.”

The twins were like restless shadows. Loyal, yes. Lethal, absolutely. But gossipers like no other. Especially when it came to their boss—that unreadable man who only ever gave anything away when you were around. Then, everything changed.

“Did you see he brought her coffee without her asking?” Kieran whispered, crouched behind a column.

“With two tablespoons of sugar… just how she likes it,” Luke nodded, a suspicious little grin behind his mask. “And did you catch how he looked at her when he said ‘good job’? That was way too soft for the boss…”

“What if they’re…?” Kieran asked, voice full of drama.

“Shhh… he’ll hear you.”

And of course, fate never missed an opportunity.

That afternoon, while you were finishing up a report sitting on the edge of Sylus’s desk, he approached from behind like he always did—with that silent gait that sometimes startled his own men… but one you could now recognize by the beat of your heart.

“You’re taking too long, kitten…” he murmured near your ear.

“Because you distracted me with those mischievous hands, boss,” you replied with a crooked smile, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah? That’s what you’re calling them now?” And with a smooth motion, his hand found your waist, turning you until you were caught between him and the desk. His lips found yours, first with pause, like he was making sure nothing would interrupt… and then, without restraint, with the weight of all the days you both pretended nothing was happening.

“Do you know how tempting you look like this… so focused?” he whispered, pulling back slightly from your lips.

“Am I that tempting?”

“And that much mine,” he murmured just before kissing you again—deep, slow, like time itself froze between your mouths.

He kissed you like the world was ending. Like you were the only thing that mattered.

SLAM.

A soft creak, barely audible. Like someone had tripped over something outside.

Sylus pulled away for a second, eyes narrowing, suddenly alert in that dangerous way.

“Luke? Kieran?” he called, voice low and lethal—the kind that made anyone tremble.

A pair of muffled giggles came from behind the door, followed by clumsy footsteps scrambling away. The boss of Onychinus clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed. But you were trying very hard not to laugh.

“Well, that was subtle,” you commented with an amused smile, adjusting your clothes. “So what now, boss? Wipe their memories? Or send them a thank-you note for making things official?”

Sylus gave you that look—a mix of irritation and barely contained affection.

“You spoil them too much, kitten. That’s why they think they can snoop around.”

“Me? I just bring them cookies.”

He moved closer again, slowly, his shadow falling over you as his hand brushed your waist, almost possessively.

“We said it was a secret.”

“I said: ‘shhh… it’s a secret,’” you reminded him teasingly, lifting a finger. “Which means we could kiss—as long as no one was watching.”

Sylus stared at you in silence, torn between laughing and kissing you again. In the end, he just let out a soft breath—half exasperated, half utterly smitten.

“Come here.”

And he kissed you again. Because the secret… wasn’t much of a secret anymore. And honestly, he cared less about hiding it with each passing day.

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Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker.

Sylus: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

MC/YN: ...I did. I broke it.

Sylus: No. No you didn't. Rafayel?

Rafayel: Don't look at me. Look at Zayne.

Zayne: What?! I didn't break it.

Rafayel: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Zayne: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Rafayel: Suspicious.

Zayne: No, it's not!

Xavier: If it matters, probably not, but Luke and Kieran were the last ones to use it.

Kieran: Liar! We don't even drink that crap!

Xavier: Oh really? Then what were you guys doing near the coffee cart earlier?

Luke: We use the wooden stirrers to play. Everyone knows that, Xavier!

MC/YN: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Sylus.

Sylus: No! Who broke it?

Everyone:

Xavier: Sylus... Caleb's been awfully quiet—

Caleb: *dramatically gasp* rEALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Sylus, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it… I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

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Day 20: "If fate made us enemies, then let fate burn."

— Big words from someone who’s supposed to be your enemy.

[ 🌸 ] writing this while thinking in Romeo and Juliet was interesting—

characters: Sylus

warnings: none, a kind of fluff & a soft—angst if you squint your eyes.

More? Here

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Night had fallen like a shroud over Zone N109. The rain didn’t dare cross its skies, and the silence was a dense murmur between broken alleys, dying neon lights, and the echo of sirens in the distance.

It was a patrol. You couldn’t report it. You were outside the perimeter, alone—and he knew it.

“Did you really think you could come in here without me finding out?” The voice, smooth as poisoned velvet, echoed behind you.

You turned, fast. But not as fast as him.

His silhouette emerged from the shadows, elegant and deadly. Everything about Sylus was a contradiction: he dressed like he’d just stepped out of a gala, his dark jacket draped over broad shoulders—and his eyes… his eyes were pure war.

And yet, when they looked at you, they weren’t the same.

“Kitten…” he said, almost with a tenderness that had no business existing on such dangerous lips. “You again?”

You took a step back, hand over the communicator on your wrist.

“Take one more step and—”

“And you’ll arrest me?” he interrupted, his crooked smile gleaming in the dark. “All alone, in my territory? How brave… or how stupid.”

Your throat tightened for a second. Your heart beat loud and out of rhythm. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you. Or—more accurately—you wanted to believe he wouldn’t. Because it was Sylus. The same one who had always slipped away without ever laying a finger on you the first times you tried to catch him. The one who left encrypted messages only you could decipher.

The one who called you “kitten” in that low tone as if that nickname was only for your ears to hear it. The same one who made you fall for him, slowly, with every encounter.

It wasn’t fair. You couldn’t be together. He couldn’t be yours, and you couldn’t be his.

And now you were cornered against an old brick wall, his body closer to yours than it should’ve been. He hadn’t touched you. He didn’t need to.

“I’m not here for the Association…” The confession slipped out before you could stop it. The communicator on your wrist was actually turned off. Your only lifeline—the only thing that might have kept him from doing anything, if he even would—was instantly exposed when his crimson eyes landed on the device.

Sylus narrowed his eyes, a glint of surprise and satisfaction flickering in them.

“Really?” His fingers brushed the wall beside you, creating an invisible cage around you. “Then tell me—why would you risk everything to come into the most dangerous part of this city… just for me?”

The silence grew thick. There was no answer that wouldn’t betray you.

And he knew it.

“See?” he whispered. “That’s why you drive me crazy. You’re the type who should shoot me without hesitation. But instead, you come here alone, with that stubborn look in your eyes, with that steady voice that only trembles when I’m near.”

His lips were a breath away from yours.

“It’s not fair,” you murmured, your voice breaking. “This can’t happen.”

His eyes softened. Just a little. A tiny crack in the facade of the feared leader of Onychinus. But you saw it.

“I know,” he replied, and for the first time, his voice dropped. “I shouldn’t look at you like this. I shouldn’t wish you’d give everything up… for someone like me.”

You swallowed hard. Your eyes burned.

“Then don’t look at me like that,” you whispered. “Don’t call me kitten if you don’t mean to do anything.”

And that was what broke him.

His hand came to your cheek, like the touch itself was a sin too tempting to resist. There was no pressure, just a warm, indulgent graze. Gentle. Opposite to everything he was.

“I can’t do that… I’m tired of pretending I don’t care about you. Because I’m not interested in playing cat and mouse if it means keeping you away from me.” He paused. Looked at you with a burning intensity. “If fate made us enemies…” he murmured, with a bitter smile, “then let fate burn.”

And he kissed you.

Not like a thief stealing what was forbidden.

But like a man who’d been dying of thirst before an oasis and finally dared to taste the water. Soft, deep, desperate without seeming like it. As if that kiss were a promise of war against everything the world expected from the two of you.

And you, against all odds, kissed him back.

Because the lines no longer mattered. The badges. The laws.

Only he mattered. And that whisper before fading into the shadows:

“We’ll see each other soon, kitten. And when that happens… the world won't be able to stop me from finally going for you.”

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