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Xavier: I'm tired.

MC: Of what?

Xavier: gestures vaguely at everything

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── the phrase ‘domestic cat’ is an oxymoron. hybrid! sylus x female reader

. ˳༚༅༚ suggestive content, mdni: hybrid, dubcon, claiming, marking (biting, hickeys, scenting) possessiveness, jealousy

♱ word count: 1.6k

♱ synopsis: your cat doesn't like sharing

the title is from george will

The key clicks in the lock far too softly for what awaits beyond.

Sylus, your cat, with its pristine albino fur, is a feline fit for royalty, with ghost-pale lashes and eyes the colour of dried blood. The red gem dangling off Sylus's collar glints in the dim light of your hallway as he stares at you. He looks, as always, entirely too knowing.

Instantaneously, you are greeted by a brush of fur against your calves—soft, thick, expectant. He weaves through your legs gracefully, yet each pass is charged with something sharper, something that screams resentment. You can feel it in the tightness of his body, in the purposeful flick of his tail against your leg, and the low chuff of disapproval from deep in his throat.

It isn't affection. No, this is an interrogation.

"Sylus," you sigh his name before bending to remove your shoes. "Don't be dramatic."

He meows then, almost in protest. Accusatory. Even as a cat, his voice has a specific gravity, a low-pitched echo that makes your spine straighten more than you would like to admit.

"And don't start." You step over him as you try your best to ignore the weight of his gaze. "It was one evening."

Sylus follows, his tail twitching in irritation while he seems to glare at you like some disgruntled ex.

You have only been gone for a few hours; it was one evening spent with your friend… and her cats. Harmless, innocent—or so you thought.

But the moment you cross the threshold of your apartment, Sylus moves like a living question mark, silent and simmering. His nose brushes your hand, your wrist, your thigh, his scent glands marking you anew with obsessive diligence. Every pass reeks of jealousy, every brush against your skin a wordless demand: why them, not me?

"You absolute menace," you accuse with a pointed finger directed at your cat.

He chirps at that, a tiny, delighted noise that seems utterly smug.

"You're impossible, you know that?"

Sometimes, it truly feels as though Sylus understands you and communicates with you on levels that you shouldn't even try to explain to any sane mind.

The only sanctuary from your annoying cat is the bathroom, specifically the bathtub. Sylus hates water, the steam fogging up the room, and the lavender scents you sometimes use for deep relaxation a ward against your overbearing cat.

But not tonight, no, of course not tonight.

Just as you let your clothes fall to the floor, shedding them without much thought, you realise his presence. Perched on the edge of the tub like a gargoyle, Sylus stares at you. His large paws are perfectly balanced, while the red pendant still swings ever so slightly after his jump.

"Seriously?" you mutter before sliding into the water with a sigh. "What is your problem tonight? Stop staring at me, go, go play or whatever!" You practically snap at him by now with how perceived you feel.

He blinks slowly, judgementally, like you are the one being unreasonable. Like he can see straight through you.

"Are you going to stare at me the whole time? You hate water." The reminder makes you hesitate momentarily as you lift your hand dripping with bath water and contemplate throwing a few droplets in Sylus's direction.

No, no, you can't do that to him. But what you can do is turn the music up and let the soft tunes lull you into a faux state of relaxation. You fiercely attempt to ignore the heat of Sylus's gaze, the intelligence swimming in those uncanny eyes.

Eventually, he leaps down and pads out of the bathroom with another flick of his tail.

Finally, you exhale deeply and busy yourself with your routine. Sitting up, you begin scrubbing away at your arms and your shoulders. The heat is relaxing, the scented oils divine, but your shoulders won't unclench. Not fully.

Then, something drops into your bathtub, and not just the bar of soap that slips from your hand.

No, it is a presence. Something, someone slides into the water behind you. Familiar and foreign all at once. Before your startled gasp can tear free, strong arms wrap around your waist, pinning you back to a chest that is wet... human.

His voice vibrates against your neck like a low curse: "You let them touch you."

You freeze, your blood roaring in your ears. Sylus's mouth is at your nape in an instant, the breath he exhales dragging slow goosebumps across your skin. Every inch of you is suddenly aware of him; of the fact that Sylus (your cat) is no longer simply a little monster of soft paws and sharp eyes. He is a man now.

A man with cat ears twitching atop his head, fangs catching the edge of his lower lip and a white tail lazily curling around your thigh beneath the water.

And he is holding you.

His tongue flicks out against your nape. "You reek of them," he whispers, and you can practically feel his lips shape the word against your pulse point. He isn't angry, not exactly. He is... hurt. And far more than that, hungry. A hunger that has been restrained too long, hidden behind the mask of a domestic companion.

"Did they get to sit in your lap, too?"

You try to twist, face him, shove him away, or scream—you aren't sure which. But his arms only tighten, wrapping around you like the possessive choker around Sylus's neck.

The weight of him behind you is overwhelming. Wet hair brushes your shoulders, his nose is now buried against your skin, and he nuzzles along the slope of your neck.

"What's wrong, sweetie? Cat got your tongue?" he mumbles almost smugly, with desire hidden behind those words. "You're usually so talkative…" Sylus encourages you to speak as his nose nudges against your jaw, and fluffy strands of a shapely shag fall into the frame.

"I've let you pretend I was just your pet," he murmurs while those glaring crimson eyes come into view to pin down your wide-eyed stare. "Your sweet thing that curls up and purrs and waits. But I've waited enough."

His fingers drag slowly over your stomach, splayed wide across his territory. He isn't rough. But there is no gentleness in it, either. It is a certainty. A power shift that has been building for months, unnoticed or ignored, until now.

"You're mine," he breathes. "And I'm tired of pretending otherwise."

Your skin burns beneath his touch, and your heart thunders behind your ribs like it is trying to escape. But a part of you, the deepest, darkest part that has watched those strange eyes track you for so long, that part thrills at the finality in his voice.

He isn't going to let you go. And some secret place inside you doesn't want him to.

His hand, now splayed against your side, traces the warmth of uncharted territory without a hint of hesitance. Every brush of his fingertips leaves behind a slow-burning trail, claiming more than just skin.

"S-Sylus–" You mentally curse yourself for the stutter, for the way your heart seems to flutter because of your … pet. "You're naked, you—" You start to resist with a body taut from panic and a desire you don't want to admit.

"I'm always naked under all that fur," Sylus simply purrs into your shoulder. "You never seem to mind."

He presses his face deeper into your nape, breathing you in with obscene slowness. Every inch of him, long-limbed, bare-skinned, deliciously warm, moulds to your back while his scent wraps around you possessively.

"I should punish you," he whispers. "But I think this will do."

He mouths at your shoulder, slow and lazy as if savouring the act of marking you. Your skin blooms with heat where his teeth graze, and a pulsing sting remains.

You shiver from the way his lips ghost over the shell of your ear, his breath almost too warm, too close, as if he is still half-feral, restraining the full force of himself only because he delights in drawing it out.

"Do you even realise what you've done to me?" Sylus murmurs, voice low and rasped with emotion, nose pressing into your damp hairline. "All this time… watching you pet other creatures, speak sweet to them, let them on your lap…"

He trails off, the sentence disintegrating into a low growl of frustration and longing. One palm presses flat against your sternum, its fingertips brushing the swell of your breasts while the other, bolder, hand moves to your lower stomach, slowly reaching between your thighs.

Sylus pulls you back further into him, into his space, his scent, his heat, until you are caged without being held too tightly.

You can feel it, then. The way he inhales you, simply breathes you in like it is an addiction, and he hasn't had a hit in far too long. His tongue, warm and rough, darts briefly over your skin, tasting, claiming, marking. It sends a jolt through you, enough to make you squirm, and he chuckles low, pleased and utterly smug.

"Get out," you try to say, but it is a whisper. It is a lie.

Sylus chuckles at that—a purring, vibrating sound in his throat as he only pulls you into his chest tighter.

"Not a chance. I'll rub you raw with my scent if I have to," though he is only half-teasing. "Until there's not a trace of anyone else left. Just me. Only me."

"Sylus..." your breath catches however as you feel the sharp hint of fangs hovering over your neck, not yet piercing, just grazing, as if to remind you exactly of what he is. "Please, what is happening!?" Is basically nothing more but a whine that echoes off the bathroom tiles as you once again try to wriggle yourself free.

His cat ears twitch in response to every tiny gasp you make, every breath he draws out of you.

And when his mouth trails down your shoulder, dragging over bone and muscle with almost worshipful intent, he murmurs, "I could map you with my teeth if you'd let me. Say you'll let me," he urges with a nudge of his nose against your nape. "Hm?"

"Just, please… be gentle," you whisper before you can stop yourself.

The way he purrs at that, so loud, so deep, it feels like it is coming from inside your own ribcage. A vibration that doesn't stop at just sound but echoes through every nerve, every wet inch of skin touching his.

"You've just said my favourite thing," he groans, mouth returning to your neck like he means to write his name there. "Now, let me prove it."

You really should have known better. You don't just adopt a cat. A cat adopts you.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

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Sylus always held back when sparring with you.

Not because he didn’t think you were strong, no, far from it. He held back because he knew how much a hit at full speed and strength from him could hurt.

It’s taken down grown men his size, knocking them out cold. He’s single handedly destroyed wanderers with these fists, he genuinely fears he’d break your skull.

This time though, he got too into it. The sparring was good, you were on your a-game, and your determination was rubbing off on him. While he held back, you never did. You knew he could take whatever you threw at him.

Sylus would give it to you, most of your hits did hurt. Made him groan, knocked the wind out of him, if he couldn’t heal the way he can, you’d have him covered in black and blues. He fucking loved it, got off on it even.

Well, he was really into it this time, so into it that he miscalculated his movements and his fist landed with a sickening thud on your left cheek.

You yelped, heat and pain blossoming just below your eye, the same eyes that were now swimming with blurry stars and you fought to remain conscious.

Warm hands were cupping your face milliseconds later, a concerned call of your name was heard over the ringing. Sylus’ face swam into view just as the absurdity hit you, a bubbling laugh choking its way out of your mouth.

“Jesus fuck, Sy. You nearly killed me.” But there wasn’t a hint of amusement on his face. No, his expression was schooled into something nearly unreadable. Maybe concern mixed with something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “How many fingers—“

But you snorted, attempting to wave him off as the stars finally blinked out of existence. “You didn’t give me a concussion, but the answer is three, and I know where I am and who you are and what we were doing ten seconds ago so I assure you—“ but Sylus only frowned.

“Mephisto, get me an ice pack.”

He’s lifting you up moment later, carrying you over to the bench by the sparring ring like you’re made of fine china. “I’m fine, Sylus.” But he tutted, sitting down and placing you on his lap. “You’re going to have a gnarly bruise.”

“You bruise me all the time.”

“That is very very different.” Mephisto is dropping an ice pack in your lap seconds later, it seems your attempts at lightening the mood would be falling flat. So, you kept your mouth shut, snuggled into his hold, and let him place the ice pack on your slightly swollen cheek bone.

Sylus was silent for two reasons. The first being that he hit you, like really hit you. Albeit unintentionally, but he still left a mark nonetheless. The second? You took the full brunt of his blow and took it like a god damn champ.

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Beautiful dance with beautiful person

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Trying to dom your boyfriend Sylus

Pairings - Sylus x f!reader

Warnings - MDNI - overstimulating Sylus hehe, multiple orgasms, edging yourself tbh, Sylus being the ultimate switch, oral (m receiving) p in v sex, cumplay

"S-sweetie," Sylus is gasping out, your six foot two boyfriend a whimpering mess beneath you, covered in a sheen of sweat. "That's enough, you're being a brat, fuck..."

You pull back where you're sucking his thick, veiny cock for just a moment, you already made him cum and now you've got him hard again, rolling the tip of your tongue against the slit that's drooling pre. You hum on him, twisting your hand up and down his shaft, watching him jerk now.

"But you said I could do whatever I wanted if I won in cards, remember?" He gasps out again as you straddle him, grinding your slit down him, cock sliding between your folds. He grips your hips as if to take over, but you pin them down. Sylus laughs softly, his ruby eyes almost black from being fucked out already.

"You're an evil little kitten," he huffs softly, your hands slip to his strong chest, bracing yourself while you roll your hips, gliding on his cock shimmering with saliva and your arousal. "Just let me-"

You smack his hands again, he moans and falls back against the satin red pillows of his bed, eyes rolling into the back of his skull, his silvery hair stuck to his forehead in strands while you move. He's dying to lift you up, drag your cunt down him, take over and watch the bulge in your tummy, but you're relentless tonight.

He really shouldn't have lost that bet.

"Fuck, don't you want me inside you? Filling you - ah - up?" You do want it, but you're having too much fun watching him, getting more and more sensitive and overstimulated, cock twitching against your clit when his pretty pink tip bumps it.

"Cum again for me, Sylus. Then I'll let you inside me, hmm?" He glares for a moment, a hand snaking up your throat and squeezing how you like it. You grip his wrist and grin, grinding more and more on him, he's a mess underneath you, you let him squeeze but you're still in control.

"Evil, you're evil... and fuck you're beautiful," his eyes are pure admiration, full lips parted while he watches your tits jiggle, feeling the heat of your eager cunt, the sounds of it squishing against him loud and echoing in the room. "You know you want me inside you, greedy, slutty little kitten."

"Mnh!" You almost lose it, he smirks when he senses he has the power for a moment, just for you to lean forward, tits in his face, rolling on his tip just so. "That's it, cum again for me."

"Gonna punish you later, f-fuck..." Sylus' moans are simply pornographic, his heavy breaths shaky when he cums again, spurting his hot white ropes on your slit now. You're trembling, the heat against your clit making you ache for him.

"Good boy, Sylus." He glares, even as his mouth is open in a gasp, his hands bruising your hips now.

"Had your fun?" He raises a thin brow while he whispers those words slowly, threateningly, but you shake your head, earning his glare up at you.

"You can cum again, can't you?"

"Using my own words against me," he flops back down, he loves this but he won't say it out loud to you. He grabs the fat of your ass, dragging you up now, his cock already filling with blood all over again. "Is this your revenge for last weekend, sweetie?"

"It might be," you slip some of his cum on your fingers sucking it off, watching him lose it underneath you, the mere touch on his tip making his cock jerk, all reddened now from the friction. "You taste so good."

He yanks your finger when you scoop more, sucking his cum and yours off them with a swirling tongue, and that's when he shoves his cock inside you before you know what's happening, distracted by the lewd action of his glossy lips. You're shaking at the deep stroke, at over eight inches stuffed deep in your hole, gasping out.

"I'm fucking you, n-not the other way around." You glare as you bounce up and down his cock, he's so sensitive every slide of your tight little hole almost sends him, but he tugs you down to where you lay on his chest, kissing his taste off your lips with a pop, saliva and cum dripping off your tongues.

"Then show me what you can do, sweetheart," he's still got that mocking tone, despite whimpering earlier. You rock your hips up and down, but it's too much, you're about to cum from edging yourself, and he knows it. "Aw, so cute, you can't even move?"

"Mnh, Sylus..." He chuckles, your hair falling to the side like a curtain against his pale skin, glimmering with a sheen of perspiration.

"What is it, too pathetic now? Where's all that talk as you tortured me earlier?" You pout then, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving marks on his skin he loves to look at the next day. You're aching for release, when he's just teasing you, chuckling in that dark tone of his, eyes bright crimson now. "Need something?"

"You know what," he's not moving one bit, making you bounce when you want him to rail the fuck out of you. "Sylus!"

"Sylus what?"

"Sylus please - ah!" He lifts your hips, slamming his thick cock inside you, grinning with his white teeth as your eyes roll back, you'd mouth in a slutty O.

"Thought my kitten wanted to top me, hmm?" You are too fucked out in moments to speak, letting Sylus get all his revenge he wants, fucking you hard with quick, firm strokes while you desperately cling to him. "Gonna cum so easy, huh?"

He's getting all his payback for your shit talking, cunt stretching to fit him, when he hits just that spot against your cervix, and you're falling apart. The orgasm after an hour of teasing him is too much, you're crying with how good the release feels, just laying on him and whimpering, cunt spasming around him with aftershocks.

"Think I'm done?" You gasp at his tone, he flips you over, smirking when he bends you in half, thighs flush against your breasts.

"Sylus... the bet..." His tip prods your soppy little hole, you're wriggling as he holds you down. "Ngh!"

"Play times over, it's my turn sweetie."

Sylus is a switch I'll hear no arguments about it! Yes I'm clearly in a LADS mood lol

Kofi link if you wanna buy me a glass of wine 🍷

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Yo its actually fat fck friday

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⋆˚ ✿ ˖ ࣪ riding sylus senseless

when you told sylus that you wanted to be on top tonight, he wasn’t expecting you to ride him completely speechless, with only his muttering curses and his deep, breathy groans able to escape his parted lips. he didn’t know you had this in you, and he’s barely able to contain himself as your pussy sucks him in tightly and swallows his length whole.

“fuck- slow down.”, sylus grunts through heavy breaths, gripping on the plush of your hips as you continue bouncing on his cock with your head thrown back and your hands placed firmly on his shoulders, needy whines falling from your lips as he bottoms out inside of you and his sensitive tip kisses your cervix with a deep hiss.

he could hardly handle it with the way his cock throbbed agonisingly against your greedy walls and the plush of your ass colliding with his pelvis over and over. the slapping sound echo throughout the room alongside the choked moans that sylus just can’t hold back and he’s struggling to understand where this has come from.but he can barely form a thought when he’s grunting in pleasure as you continue to fuck yourself dumb on his cock, with sylus thinking you’re about to fuck him completely dumb as well.

you can’t help but moan out his name in response when you see the affect you’re having on him, ignoring his attempted plea as you sink further down on his sensitive cock. sylus feels like you’re actually trying to kill him.

he wasn’t going to last long if you kept this up, and soon finds himself harshly gripping on your hips as his needy grunts and furrowed brows follow an intense orgasm that fills you up completely, warmth filling your core, “ah- fuck..”

and despite this, you’re not slowing down. with your head thrown back and his cum leaking from your swollen pussy, you finally feel your own high with the flick of your hips.

sylus feels his brain short circuit, his cock throbbing at the sensitivity and the way your pussy continuously clenches around it while you come completely undone with needy whines escaping your lips. he just couldn’t take it, groaning out deeply when he roughly grabs your hips and lifts you off his overstimulated cock, “ah no- get off, get off.”

he looks at you bewildered, his large chest heavy with his cheeks flushed and his hair messy and unkempt. he can’t form any words when he looks at you, glowing and breathless, and all he can do is laugh in shock, pulling you closer before muttering against your ear, “damn, you’re gonna kill me one of these days, sweetheart.”

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Sylus, but squeezing into your silky kimono robe to answer the door for pizza after you two just wrapped up round 3. It’s obviously too small for him—he can’t even tie it properly around his waist, his cheeks peek from the hem, and he might rip the sleeves with his biceps. And his hair’s all tousled, and the living room smells like sex and the vanilla cashmere candle you lit earlier. And the poor delivery guy gets a face full of intimidation, pecs, and bite marks (courtesy of you) as he warily deposits the pizza box into Sylus’ hands.

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Red wedding 🐦‍⬛

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カカイル　梅雨　Tsuyu

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getting use to the new roomate

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katsuki's whole body goes rigid when you fall asleep on him for the first time in the u.a commons.

Your head rested on his chest, his arms around your waist. (finally after two weeks of warming up to even have your head resting on his shoulder) His warmth alone making your shoulders droop and your brain melt as your eyes began to flicker, the movie popping in and out before you finally gave in and fell asleep.

It took katuski about seven minutes before he actually heard your soft snores, and when he did, it was like his entire nervous system short-circuited.

He didn't even breathe for a second—just gazed down at you, wide-eyed and stiff as a board, like moving even a fraction might wake you. His heartbeat, previously steady, now pounded so loud in his ears he was certain it’d rattle your skull through sheer proximity.

His arms, slowly tightened around your waist as he let his head tilt back against the couch cushion. Sighing to himself, barely more than a breath, he stared at the crown of your head resting on his chest. One of his thumbs rubbing an absentminded, slow circle against your waist. Red eyes softening as they grew entranced on your sleeping face.

That’s when he heard the quiet, stifled snort of laughter.

He didn’t even have to look.

“…I swear to fuckin god,” he gritted under his breath.

Sure enough, Kirishima and Denki peeked around the corner like two middle schoolers spying on a crush—grinning ear to ear, wide-eyed, and absolutely eating this moment alive. “Awwww,” Denki mouthed exaggeratedly, hands pressed to his heart.

Kirishima bit his lip to keep from cackling, mouthing, ‘Someones gone soft!’ with eyes practically sparkling.

Bakugou's jaw flexed. Didn’t want to risk disturbing you. But those two were pushing it. “The fuck are you two doin’?” he hissed, whisper-shouting. “Get outta here before I kick both your asses.”

“Dude, you’re cradling her like a kitten,” Denki whispered, eyes watering from holding back laughter. Katsuki inhaled sharply through his nose, seething. But then, your body stirred gently against him, a faint sigh leaving your lips as you shifted slightly, brows knitting like you were about to wake. Katsuki’s attention snapped down to you, his expression softening in half a heartbeat.

“Shhh…” he cooed lowly—soothing, rough but tender, his palm splaying wider across your back as he whispered, “S’fine, go back to sleep sweets.” You relaxed again almost immediately, breath evening out as you snuggled further into his chest.

Glancing back up at the duo, the blonde shot them a murderous glare. Both Kirishima and Denki quickly ducked away with flurried thumbs-ups and silent wheezing. Finally leaving katsuki alone, who rolled his eyes with a scoff, muttering under his breath again as he tucked his chin back over your head.

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sylus's blushes when you kiss his face.

you did not know what came over you. maybe it was a burst of cuteness aggression, or a overwhelming sense of longing, but one moment you were both reading peacefully on his unfairly comfortable bed, and the next you were pouncing on him like some feral cat.

you whined as you kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his jaw, your heart exhilarating at the sound of his deep laugh running free. his hand abandoned the book he was reading to clutch at your waist, his crimson eyes closing as you peppered his entire face with insatiable little kisses.

his breath hitched as he felt your teeth chomping down on his cheek, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing at the hungry growling sound you imited.

your arms wrapped around him, snuggling into his jawline as you cooed. he could feel your adoration, how could he not when you held him so? his own arms tugged you closer, head tilting down to breath heavily on your shoulder, nose nuzzling to the side of your neck.

“i love you so much,” you kissed his cheek, cupping his face lovingly, so gently. he felt a shudder ran through his body, his neck tickling from your wandering touch.

crimson gaze hazy and full of adoration. messy silver hair and relaxed eyebrows. lips parted so temptingly and cheeks flushed like cherries.

“mine,” you breathed with certain clarity, your eyes devouring him in every sense of the world.

sylus felt like melting into a puddle. such mushy feelings should be considered illegal. it wasn't until you touched your forehead with his that he realised he was panting, staring at you with longing.

he hummed, deep but weakly, for the pain in his chest felt deliriously addictive. “yours,” he rasped out, holding you warmly and close. “i adore you, my beloved.”

and the kiss on his lips was soft and lingering, as if you could feel the tightness of his chest, as if you could physically see the love brewed between you and him.