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sylus doesn’t posture like most alphas do. he doesn’t need to. there’s something in the way he watches you from the corner of a room—silent, calculating, hungry—that reminds everyone he’s top of the chain without him saying a word.

he doesn’t like people getting close to you when you’re in heat. he tries to act rational. logical. but you feel it, that flicker of tension in his scent, how he holds your wrist a little too tight, his pupils dilated like he’s trying not to lose it.

“you smell like you need me,” he murmurs once, voice a low rasp in your ear. “don’t you?”

ultra possessive in private. in public, he’s your quiet protector. in private, he’s pulling you into his lap, scent-marking your throat with slow, open-mouthed kisses. whispering how sweet you smell, how good you are when you let him take care of you.

surprisingly gentle. even in rut. his instincts scream at him to claim, to leave marks, to breed you full and watch your belly swell, but he holds back. every time. “you’re mine,” he says, “but only when you want to be.”

likes to scent you before bed. sometimes it’s soft, nuzzling your neck with sleepy kisses. other times? it’s messy, intense. rutting against you, growling as he rubs his slicked-up scent glands all over your chest and inner thighs.

he calls it safety. you call it obsession.

he doesn’t purr, but his chest rumbles when he’s close. like distant thunder. especially when he knots you.

“you make me lose control,” he admits, teeth grazing your mating gland. “i don’t know what i’d do if someone took you from me.”

that’s not a threat. that’s a warning.

his first rut with you

he knew it was coming. the signs were there. his scent sharpening, his muscles aching with tension, his thoughts growing foggy with need, but he didn’t expect it to hit this hard. not with you here. not with you smelling so sweet.

“go,” he warned you. “leave now.”

you didn’t. of course you didn’t. you just blinked up at him, scent shy and soft and so heartbreakingly omega, “i want to help you.”

that’s what broke him.

the moment you touched him, it was over. sylus snapped.

his mouth found your scent gland before he even realized what he was doing. open-mouthed, hot, almost frantic. like he could breathe you in and calm the storm in his blood.

“omega,” he growled ruined. “mine. you’re mine.”

he was so careful at first. trembling hands, soft apologies, like he was scared he’d hurt you. but then you whined and it triggered something primal.

his restraint shattered.

the bed creaked. your thighs were pinned wide. he was everywhere—mouth, hands, scent—leaving you gasping and soaked with slick and sweat and desperate for more.

“you smell like heaven,” he said, knot already swelling. “don’t move. i need to—fuck, i need to breed you.”

it wasn’t rough. it was consuming.

he knotted you with a low groan, burying his face in your neck, and whispered the kind of promises only an alpha in rut could make,

“i’ll keep you full for days.”

“gonna take care of you forever.”

“no one else will ever touch you again.”

and then he kissed your forehead like he hadn’t just ruined you with instinct and obsession.

“you’re too good to me,” he murmured. “even now.”

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Baldur’s Gate 3 Player x LaDS headcanons 🎮

Summary: My headcanons on how the LaDS men act in a BG3 campaign with the you, the reader. Content: Xavier x reader, Zayne x reader, Sylus x reader, Rafayel x reader, Caleb x reader (separate), very silly, Caleb and Rafayel being chaotic, gn!reader, no reader pronouns mentioned, multiple and major Baldur’s Gate 3 spoilers throughout (1.1k wc) A/N: A brainworm or mind flayer parasite entered my head at 4 pm on Saturday and has not left since. This is for my fellow DnD, BG3 and LaDS lovers!

Xavier – you never made it out of Act 3 because he couldn’t help but fall asleep to the OST and white noise once you reached Baldur’s Gate

Set-up: console, couch co-op Difficulty: Balanced, he wanted a little challenge but was ultimately here to chill with you Race: Half-elf Class: Paladin or Cleric of Light Time in Character Creator: 1 hour, he liked reading through all the origin character descriptions but decided to build a custom character instead. Then read over all the different race and subrace options.

He really enjoyed looking around the Nautiloid ship in the opening act.

He tried to read every book and note he came across in the game for the lore.

Xavier served as your guard dog throughout the campaign, especially if you played as a magic user.

He got jealous at the flirty lines the companions threw your way.

“Xav, these are not real people they are pixels.”

“…so, do you like me or Halsin more? You haven't answered me yet.”

And he almost had a heart attack when Harleep offered themself to you in the House of Hope.

He really enjoyed Wyll’s company and made sure to reserve a space for him in your party.

Regularly got lost despite the in game mini map.

When Jeremiah asked to join your campaign, Xavier told him “No.”

Zayne – you made it to the end of Act 3, but it took months and months due to your busy and conflicting work schedules

Set-up: console, couch co-op Difficulty: Balanced Race: Human Class: Wizard who favored frost damage Time in Character Creator: 30 minutes, he made the most basic custom character and spent the majority of his time choosing a class

Zayne was mainly interested in completing the main quests in the beginning. But he changed his mind after completing the quest to save Mayrina from Auntie Ethel.

He was in a passionate bromance with Gale and developed a personal vendetta against Mystra because of it.

He desperately wanted to befriend Gale’s cat, Tara.

“Tara is lovely, please tell me I can have her as a companion.”

“I’m afraid you cannot, unless you’re playing as Gale.”

His anguish was loud in the silence after.

He also became a big Shar hater after progressing through Shadowheart’s personal quests.

He was NOT a fan of Astarion. But, after learning about his past then destroying Cazador together he begrudgingly tolerated him in the party.

Zayne was flabbergasted – to say the least –  when he met Malus Thorm in the House of Healing. After you walked in on this “doctor” mutilating an innocent patient in his care, the frost wizard showed no mercy.

He silently judged Volo for his “scientific research,” especially after you agreed to his offered eye surgery.

Zayne usually does not care much about fashion over utility when it comes to armor, but you noticed he did not take off the Wavemother robe once you obtained it as a quest reward.

Sylus – you made it to the end of Act 3

Set-up: PC, usually online multiplayer but couch co-op when you visit his base Difficulty: Tactician (specifically for enhanced enemy tactics and increased long rest supply threshold because Sylus is a loot hoarder) Race: Dragonborn OR the hottest Seldarine Drow you’ve ever seen Class: Barbarian fighter multiclass who can attack 4 times a turn Time in Character Creator: 45 minutes

Your playthrough started out with just you and Sylus. But you created a separate save for when Luke and Kieran wanted to play as a full customized character crew.

Sylus REFUSED to cheese fights with you, instead he preferred to strategize heavily like y’all were going to war.

“We are clever enough to win without the help of bugs sweetie.”

Sylus initially liked Raphael because they both enjoyed making a good deal.

But he changed his mind when he witnessed the chess game scene in Last Light Inn.

You two somehow breezed through saving all the prisoners, Duke Ravengard and Omeluum from the Iron Throne.

He had a soft spot for Karlach but who didn’t?

If Sylus chose to play as the Dark Urge, he immersed himself in a redemption arc because he was all too familiar with resisting strong urges.

He wanted to adopt Mol and her band of misfits so bad.

Rafayel – you’re currently in Act 3

Set-up: PC, online multiplayer Difficulty: Explorer – you’re both here to have a good time, not struggle 🤷🏾‍♀️ Race: The prettiest elf/half elf OR tiefling you have ever seen Class: Rogue assassin that dual wields daggers OR Bard that uses Vicious Mockery often Time in Character Creator: 1 hour, he chose race based on aesthetics but got trapped by the customization options

His character has a crazy amount of charisma points and could persuade their way through any encounter.

He gleefully chooses the sassy/deep cutting dialogue options.

Consequently, you two end up in plenty of unnecessary fights but it is chaotic and fun.

Rafayel was downright frightening on the battlefield once he tried out multiclassing. IMO he would love the Gloomstalker Ranger + Assassin Rogue build.

He was fond of the Underdark section in Act 1. So much so that he produced a few paintings depicting the sussur tree and members of the Myconid colony.

He got the both of you obliterated by Vlaakith when he questioned the legitimacy of their alleged godhood in the githyanki creche.

As you both sat in silence staring at the “game over” screen he chuckled then whispered, “No regrets cutie.”

He was enamored by Orin’s outfit. So, you immediately stopped playing to find an armor mod to download.

Caleb – you’ve completed 3 campaigns together

Set-up: PC, switch between couch co-op and online multiplayer Difficulty: Honor Mode (rip) Race: Half-orc or Dragonborn because he thinks they look sick™ Class: modded gunslinger class that dual wields firearms🔫 Time in Character Creator: 20 minutes, you’re both veterans at this

He is the most chaotic force in the game outside of the netherbrain and Orin’s shenanigans.

Caleb ALWAYS saves Scratch and the owl bear cub just to watch their camp interactions. He also summons Scratch to come along with y’all on your quests throughout Faerûn.

Without fail he roasts Gortash every time he is introduced.

“Are we sure that he is the ‘handsome’ younger man everyone has been describing because…”

Caleb unironically loves Lae’zel and relishes exposing her to the truth about Vlaakith.

He volunteered to turn into an illithid this playthrough.

Caleb has memorized various strategies to get through the Gauntlet of Shar while you’re still fighting for your life during the Faith Step Trial.

Gideon along with the legion of Caleb’s friends have begged for an invite, but he always finds a way to keep it as an activity for just you two ♥︎

A/N: Also feel free to leave your takes on which race/class/mods each LI would choose in BG3 or any RPG!!! I want to nerd out in my comments/DMs ♡

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Rafayel lets you underestimate him.

He lets you think he’s over dramatic, a push over, that he’s submissive and needs your protecting. All so he can have the satisfaction of catching you completely off guard.

Now, you're under him, legs pushed so far up they squish against your breasts. You can barely breathe, barely think, barely make a coherent sound.

He's pounding into you so hard, so fast, so deep.

Reminding you that he is, in fact, six feet tall and rather muscular. That he’s extremely powerful, strength wise and his evol. That he can portray himself as a lithe, quiet artist with a love for the dramatic flare. He played you. Bad.

“R-Rafayel!” You’re losing your mind, unable to wriggle out of his hold. The pleasure is too much, too intense, his hips are pounding into you at near inhumane speeds. If you could run from his cock, at this point you would.

But he has you pinned to the bed, his body rendering yours immobile, and all you can do is lay there and take it.

Your third — no, maybe your fourth — orgasm hits you like a freight train. The feeling of submission, of helplessness, throwing you right over the edge.

“That’s it, cutie. Cum for me, make a bigger mess of my cock. Remember who’s really in charge here.”

This whole fandom underestimates Rafayel. So many portrayals of him being the smallest, the weakest, flamboyant. My mans is 6 feet tall, muscular and lithe at the same time, a literal god. Fym weak 😩

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So I'm brainstorming on a fic that involves gaming but as far as I know Sylus, Caleb and Xavier are the only LIs that have been confirmed to play video games at all/with MC.

But I don't recall an instance with Rafayel nor Zayne.

For my lore: girlies am I wrong ???

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Let us take a moment to appreciate this art. I looooove when they do this

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sculpted his lover's face just to be able to touch it again :(

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I need to bounce on it crazy style

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the shade and color is so beautiful i cried

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WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY JAJSJSJKSXNNSJSKAKX XNX

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SECRET TIMES: DESIRE.

nsfw (18+). this is the ovulation talking sorry in advance. today's fic will be a bit different than the usual; the entire piece consists of only dialogue (aka filthy filthy indulgent dirty talk). includes unprotected sex, implied marathon sex, squirting, usage of gege, caleb has a breeding kink (what's new). likes and reblogs will be very appreciated!

“...fuck, fuck, you're too tight— ah, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming—”

“Shit, I came so much...”

“Hey, keep it all inside. Squeeze that pussy for me. Yeah, that's right... fuck... feels so good...”

“Who knew you would be such a slut? Moaning so shamelessly — mm, yeah, move just like that — I could hear you all the way from my room.”

“You didn't... ngh...! Didn't even close the door properly. I could see you fucking yourself on your fingers and making a mess of your sheets. Just like here, see? So fucking soaked. You act all coy but you're a squirter.”

“Haha, did you just cum again? So cute. You're practically cumming every time I thrust. You like it here? Hm? You like it when I rub your clit? Ah, you squeezed me so tightly.”

“Feels good, huh? Should've fucked you a long time ago if I knew you were such a whore. Every time you bent down and I saw your panties, you drove me crazy. I had to jerk off in the bathroom to calm down. If I knew you liked dick so much, I would've just had my way with you right then and there.”

“You're so messy, pips... I'm covered in your juices. Everything's so sticky. But you like it when we get dirty, right? Come on, cum. Cum, cum, cum... shit, there we go. That's a good girl. I love it when you clamp around me.”

“Stick out your tongue.”

“Mm... ngh... more... open your mouth... you taste so sweet... Wanna eat you out again...”

“Do you want it? Want my tongue licking up your wet pussy again? You came so much in just half an hour, haha. Squealing so much when I hadn't even gotten my cock inside you.”

“Mn... so good, you feel so fucking good... Your tits are bouncing each time I thrust inside, hah.”

“Do you think our neighbors heard us? Heard you screaming my name? It felt so good, right? Ah, ah... I wanna stay like this forever, just cumming inside you... Mn... You feel so good around my cock...”

“Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum again. Do you want another creampie? Huh? Gege's going to cum inside you. I'm going to cum so hard, you're gonna get knocked up.”

“Ah, hn, fuck, here it comes... gege's cumming inside... oh, fuck...!”

“Shit, my hips can't stop moving on their own— fuck, take every drop of my cum, baby— yeah, that's right, fuck!”

“Open your mouth, hn, ah... mn... ngh... This feels so good... You're so fucking sexy...”

“One more... Come on, don't pass out on me. We can't stop here, we're going all night.”

“Fuck, you're so full with my cum, it's crazy. You're so fucking hot... gege's gonna plug your hole with his cock, okay?”

“Your clit is so hard, it looks like a small dick. Feels good when I rub it, yeah?”

“Your nipples are so sensitive, lemme suck them.”

“Mn... If I suck hard enough, will milk come out? Haha, I'm just kidding.”

“Hn... ahh... so good... you're so good for me... my pretty girl... all mine... Love it when your pussy sucks my cock back in...”

“Haha, you're so loud. You really want everyone to hear us, don't you? Adam lives just beside us, you know. Poor guy's going to get jealous if he sees you bouncing on my cock. He's always had a stupid little crush on you.”

“Hm? Why would I be jealous? I'm the one fucking you right now. I'm the only one you'll be fucking from now on.”

“You liked that, didn't you? You just clenched around me so tight. Do that again, fuck...”

“Shit, princess, you're dripping all over my balls, haha. So damn messy. Since you already ruined the sheets, I'll make you cum so much, you'll turn crazy.”

“Hah, this pussy was made for me... god, you're so fucking cute...”

“Go on, cum. Gege's gonna ruin you until I'm the only one you can think about.”

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Being Babied by Sylus ♥︎ - Sylus x reader

Summary: You enjoy being babied, Sylus enjoys babying you. It’s as simple as that. Content: Fluff, established relationship, reader is fed by Sylus, very self-indulgent fluff tbh, fem!reader implied (2.1k wc) A/N: I wanted to write something really fluffy. Personally, I love being babied and it made me think of how Sylus would happily take care of a reader who enjoys the same.

You first discovered you enjoyed being babied during one of your most vulnerable moments. For a week straight you were fighting a vicious case of the flu. Normally, you would push through any illness because wanderers and criminals don’t take a day off so why should you? But this case of the flu was…different. You had an unrelenting cough, a fever of 101°F, body chills and you felt too weak to even microwave yourself a cup of ramen for meals.

The fatigue you felt resulted in you slumped over on your couch with your eyes at half-mast. It was silent and peaceful in your apartment, besides the TV playing your favorite show on repeat. The familiarity of the episode playing combined with the blanket you were snuggled under was lulling you to sleep. But a dark shape swooping through your open balcony doors startled you out of your fuzzy daze.

You felt the cloying lethargy leave your body as you scrambled to sit up. It took your eyes a while to focus on what (or who?) invaded your space. Eventually, you spotted Mephie who was perched on top of your coffee table. His red, bejeweled eyes were focused on you, taking in your weakened state. His head was tilted to the side as if he was analyzing you to figure out what was wrong. You gave a weak wave in his direction before melding your body back into the couch. You heard his metal talons click against the coffee table before he pecked at a piece of your hair, let out a mischievous squawk, then left your apartment the way he came.

“What the fuck?” you whispered to yourself before you let sleep take you under once again. The next time you’re conscious, you know that you are not alone. You kept your eyes closed as someone ran their large, cool, hand across your forehead. You tried not to alert the other person that you were awake, but your acting skills left much to be desired.

“I know you’re awake kitten, no need to put on an act for me.”

When Sylus’ velvety voice graced your ears, you finally put in the effort to open your eyes. He was devastatingly handsome on a regular day, but through your sick haze, he looks like a fallen angel specifically here to lift your spirits.

“What are you doing here?” you croaked at him, too weak to judge if this was a fever induced delusion or reality.

“A little birdie told me that my kitten was in trouble. I had to see what you got yourself into this time,” he smoothly replied.

A disbelieving snort left you as you readjusted your body on the couch. You felt gross and sticky with sweat. Your mouth felt dry, and your throat was in shambles from coughing all day. You also felt embarrassed that Sylus was witnessing you in such a state, this was unfamiliar territory for your relationship.

“Well as you can see, I am perfectly safe. I’m just a little sick,” you replied as you allowed your eyes to close once again.

“I think you’re more than a little sick sweetie. Let me take care of you,” he crooned. You already were weak to Sylus when he does literally anything. But when he shows his affectionate side, you can’t deny him. So, you shyly nod your head in acceptance.

Sylus leaves to run a bath for you. You heard him rifle through the cabinets before the sound of Epsom salt pouring into the tub greeted your ears.

When Sylus re-entered the room, he was silent as he headed straight towards you. After picking you up, he walked back into the bathroom. The black and red mist of his evol held you up as he let go of you to quickly undress. When he was done, he helped you undress as well. Once you both were naked, he sunk into the bath water first before pulling you between his legs to settle against his front.

The sponge used to cleanse you felt heavenly on your skin. Each stroke washed away the sweat that came with your sickness. You were boneless in his hold, not putting up any resistance as he diligently washed you, then himself. Delivering sporadic kisses on your skin, so light that you wonder if you imagined them. Still, not a word was said between you. And, at the same time, nothing needed to be said.

This moment felt…intimate in a way that you’ve never experienced before. You rarely get sick. But when you do it is never to this degree. Although you may feel guilt, self-conscious, or the urge to push back against being taken care of in this way — you refuse to put in the effort to deny yourself this comfort.

After you both were dried off and in fresh sets of pajamas, Sylus carried you back to the couch. He laid you down in a sweat free spot with a new blanket while he rummaged through your fridge. The smell of vegetable soup soon filled your apartment and your stomach made a frighteningly eager sound in response. You weren’t certain, but you thought you heard Sylus humming a tune while he prepared your first meal of the day.

In less than an hour your soup was ready, and Sylus once again gathered you into his arms to take you to your dining room table. Instead of putting you down in your own seat, he placed you sideways on his lap and gazed into your eyes.

“Sweetie, considering how fatigued you are right now — how about I just feed you your soup?”

You stare in disbelief as you process his sentence. You could feel a protest build up in your throat as a blush spread across your face. You were suddenly unable to meet his eyes as you wriggled in his lap.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” you murmured.

Sylus chuckled lowly before he replied.

“Oh, I insist. I can’t have my kitten burning herself with hot soup because she’s too weak to hold up her spoon.”

While you scrambled to come up with an argument, he gathered some soup on the spoon, blew on it, then offered it to you. His ruby red eyes soaked in the multitude of expressions that cross your face before you let out a resigned sigh and open your mouth.

You accept the first spoonful of soup then let out a pleased hum at the flavors that splash against your taste buds. The veggies in the soup are perfectly cooked and the squeeze of lemon you taste tops everything off. You swallow and look at him expectantly for your next bite.

Sylus lets out a pleased hum at your acceptance then continues to feed you until you are pleasantly full of soup. Warm on the inside and out now.

He spent two more days at your place, catering to your every whim until your sickness let up. Although you would vehemently deny it if asked, you appreciated being spoiled by him in your time of need. And the moments you spent together have lived rent free in your mind (and his) since.

The second time Sylus babied you was while you two were lazed around the Onychinus base. It was a gloomy, rainy day which made a movie marathon the perfect choice of an activity. The minute you arrived; he was at your beck and call. He instructed you to sit and helped you remove your boots, changed you into cozy pajamas, and grabbed whatever item you needed to get comfy on the couch with him.

You both settled on watching a trilogy that neither of you have seen before. The second film was currently on, but it was paused. You were looking up cute cat videos on your phone as small pops and the buttery smell of popcorn wafted throughout the room.

You put your phone down when you heard Sylus return to the living room. He placed down a bowl of popcorn onto the coffee table before sitting on the couch. He pulled you back to your earlier position — which was between his legs — then pressed play to resume the movie. You were blissful as you used his chest tiddies as a pillow.

When a tense scene begins to play out, you hear Sylus dig into the bowl of popcorn. You don’t pay the sound much attention until his hand slowly invaded your field of vision.

You blinked a few times before a warm feeling spread throughout your body. With little hesitation, your mouth dropped open to accept the kernel of popcorn. While you chewed, he ate some popcorn in the meantime. And when you were done chewing, he offered you more pieces until you both had your fill, and the bowl was empty.

It made logical sense for him to feed you when you were sick. But now it seemed like an intentional act of service. You felt soft, cherished and taken care of in a way that you didn’t want to ponder on further. Instead, you were left visibly giddy the rest of the day.

(Sylus pretended not to notice this outcome.)

The third time Sylus babied you was on vacation.

You both managed to make the stars align so that his schedule was free of business deals in the N109 Zone and your time off request was approved by Jenna. You spent a full week together hiking in the mountains, sampling the local cuisine, and basking in each other’s company. Today was the last day of your vacation and you have ended up in a major city.

Tonight, you were dressed in a form fitting, mid-length dress that had a slit on your right side. Your makeup was beautifully done, highlighting your striking features.

Sylus donned an outfit that made your heart flutter each time you glanced his way. Although he typically favored dark colored clothing, tonight he was wearing a breezy, cream colored silk shirt, with linen dress pants. He exuded effortless confidence and was unbearably attractive. This, in addition to the relaxed aura this vacation afforded him was a magnetic combination.

You — and what felt like every other person in the restaurant — could not help but steal a glance at him. You tried to keep your jealous huffs to yourself, but you realized you failed when Sylus sends an amused glance your way.

He doesn’t have the opportunity to tease you over your apparent jealousy because the waiter came and placed your meals on the table. As you reached for your utensils, Sylus placed his hand on top of yours to stop you.

“Since this is the last day of our trip, please permit me one more self-indulgent experience.”

Your heart skipped a beat and your face warmed when you interpreted his request. He was making it clear that he wanted to feed you again, to baby you. But this time you were in public. His offer felt multifaceted.

Sylus was proudly broadcasting the nature of your relationship. It isn’t the first time he’s done this of course. But each time he does, it fills you with butterflies.

He’s making your heart sing because you’ve impatiently waited to see if he would initiate — whatever this is — again. And who are you to deny his wish?

You sent a faux annoyed look his way before nodding your head. It is only then that he scooted his chair closer and began to feed you bites of the creamy pasta dish you ordered. You can’t help but feel the weight of the gazes from the people seated near you. But it all melts away as Sylus focused his full attention on you and offered you perfectly portioned bites. The past few times you were unable to gauge his expression as he fed you, but tonight you had a front row seat to his beautiful visage.

His eyes have softened, and his lips are pulled into a subtle smile as he watched you enjoy each bite. The devotion in his eyes was clear and unmistakable. So much so that you cannot hold in the delighted giggles that bubbled up between bites.

“What’s so amusing kitten?” he asked you leisurely.

“Nothing, I just really love when you treat me like this,” you say shyly as you look down at the table.

“And how am I treating you?” he questioned.

“You’re…babying me,” you said in a hushed tone.

Sylus hummed and used his index and middle finger to tip your chin upwards, so your gaze met his again. “Of course I am, it’s what you deserve,” he rasps before leaning in for a kiss.

From that day, he shamelessly babied you in as many ways as you allowed and you have never felt more fulfilled.

Sylus loves taking care of you, whether it be financially, physically, or emotionally. To him, babying you is not “weird”, too much, or a chore for him. He would never question or tease you about enjoying this because he enjoys it just as much or more than you do.

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I'm writing a fluffy piece starring Sylus 💓

This one is for my gorls that like being babied and taken care of 🤭💕

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JJK MEN X READER !!!

Four roommates. One girl. Zero self-control.

Room for One more ?

You moved in for cheap rent, not to get passed around like a shared secret. But with four insanely hot men in one apartment—Gojo, Geto, Toji, and Nanami—it didn’t take long before the tension snapped.

You swore it wouldn’t get this messy.

Now you’re cockwarming Nanami at midnight, riding Gojo in the shower, bent over for Geto before dinner, and getting your throat fucked by Toji.

College? Peace? Who needs it when you’re getting ruined nightly?

Status - Ongoing

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15

Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19

A/N: a reminder that Room for one more is a no-limits smut-heavy fic—it’s only going to get more intense and darker, please check CWs and only read if you’re comfortable with that kind of content .

comment down to get included in the taglist! Also I started a backup account in case something happens to my current one - just to be safe lol, So if y'all are interested, @jinjoohaa-blog do follow !

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Suspicious messy hair....