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Sharp Edges, Part 3 - Sylus x Reader

synopsis— With 24 hours to steal his brooch, you're trapped in a battle of wit and temptation. But Sylus isn't just guarding the prize— he's breaking your resolve, one touch at a time. inspired by Midnight Stealth.

word count— 3.5k~

warnings— 18+, smut, angst, slow burn, nsfw, drunk sex, hate sex, enemies to lovers, rivalry, dom!sylus, making out, aphrodisiac wine, fem!reader, reader is confident, teasing, edging, dry humping, unprotected sex, thigh fucking, choking, sylus is needy asf, reader is horny and lowkey desperate, rough sex, porn with plot, voyeurism

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🎧 The Zone - The Weeknd

Sylus pins you down, wrists above head, his weight pressing you into the mattress. There’s no space left between you—you feel everything. The frantic hammering of his heart, the heat of his body searing into yours, the hardness of his erection softly grinding against your clit.

"This is what you wanted, right? To see how far l'll go?", he pants, his swollen lips trailing down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. Your wrists twist under his grip—you want to touch him so badly it aches.

“Sylus, please,” you whisper, the words spilling out like a plea. His fingers tighten around you as if he knows—knows how desperately you want to run your hands over him, to pull him closer, to feel him without restraint.

“Sylus, oh—Sylus,” he mocks your tone, his lips sucking at the sensitive skin of your collarbone. He’s getting on your nerves, and you’re really starting to hate him for it—but the burning anger tangles with the raw, insatiable desire boiling inside you, and it’s getting harder to tell one from the other.

“Fuck you,” you curse under your breath, your legs wrapping around his waist, desperate to feel more of him. He smirks, his voice low and taunting.

“I know you want to,” he mutters, one hand sneaking between your legs, his fingers teasing you through the fabric of your soaked panties. You whine, your back arching instinctively, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he presses you down harder, his body heavy with intent.

“Say it. Tell me how badly you want it.” Sylus lips brush over yours, his voice rough with need.

“I need you to fuck me right now,” You bite on his lower lip, “To show me how good you can make me feel.”

The moment the words leave your lips, Sylus’s resolve shatters. He crashes his lips to yours, taking what you’ve begged for, as he pushes your underwear to the side, plunging his long digits into you. Your hands, free from his grip, instantly roam over him. One tangles in his soft hair, the other drags down his back, beneath his shirt, nails scraping against his skin. He grunts, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

“You’re so wet but I haven’t done anything yet,” You don’t even care anymore about the obscene moans and whimpers filling the room, “Are you sure you can take it? This is only the beginning, doll.” His fingers are moving at a faster pace, thrusting and curling inside you and all you can do is cry out his name in despair.

“Shut up and keep going” You bite on his Adam’s apple, sucking and teasing the sensitive skin of his neck. You never knew Sylus could be this vocal, and the sounds he’s making right now only fuel your hunger. You can’t wait to hear what other sweet, sinful noises you can draw from him.

“Such an impatient girl,” he adds a third finger and you arch, feeling the familiar heat building in your lower abdomen, your body responding to him with an intensity you didn’t know you were capable of.

“Sylus,” you breathe, gasping for air, the words spilling from you in a helpless whisper. “Don’t stop.”

“Look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers. I didn’t know you could be so bold.” He laughs.

“Wait until you see what I can do to you”, you cling to him as you feel your orgasm approaching.

Sylus moans as you seize his lips in a kiss so urgent and commanding, it leaves him dizzy. Your head tilts to deepen it, your tongue sliding against his, teeth biting his lip as he still fucks you with his fingers.

“What about you show me now?” Just when you’re about to come, Sylus removes his fingers, earning a cry of frustration from you.

“Why did you s—Mmffh” You couldn’t finish your sentence as he forcefully sinks his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself.

“I’d love to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do.”

Oh, you’ll show him. You’ll make him lose his sanity and leave him begging. “Is that so?” You push him hard enough for him to be completely on his back. “Strip.”

You watch him attentively, your eyes not missing the flex of his muscles as he moves to remove every piece of clothing. You’re dripping wet, the juices of your arousal slicking your thighs— you can’t believe he left you high like this.

You try not to gasp at the length and thickness of his member. You knew he was big when you felt it before, but now that you see it… It’s even bigger than what you imagined.

“Like what you see?” Sylus smirks, a proud smile on as he slowly strokes himself, his dark eyes never leaving yours. You bite your lip, your mouth watering at the view. You don’t answer, instead you slap his hand away and take his cock in your own. He lets out a soft whimper as your fingers wrap around him, your thumb teasing the tip where precum has already begun to bead. His lower abdomen flexes involuntarily at the sensation, a sharp intake of breath escaping him. You lean forward, ass perked up, not breaking eye contact.

Sylus props himself on his elbows, not wanting to miss a single second of the little show you’re putting on for him. “What’s the word?” You tease, his dick twitching as your breath mingle with the wetness of his tip.

“Fuck,” he moves his hips forward, urging you. You click your tongue.

“I fear that won’t work, Sylus. Use your words.” His face flushes, and you can tell he’s deciding whether to let go of that façade he wears so well—the one of the man always in control, knowing he has to drop it if he wants you.

Determined to make him break, you press wet kisses along his length, making sure he feels the way your tongue teasingly brushes over the vein beneath his skin. He shuts his eyes, one hand threading through his hair, tugging slightly in a vain attempt to keep his composure.

“Oh, God— Please, give it to me,” he groans, his voice trembling with desperation. You can almost feel the crack in his tone, a sound so satisfying it sends a thrill through you. Seeing him unravel, trembling under your touch, only makes you crave more.

“Good.” You smile against him, a mischievous glint in your eyes, before trailing slow, deliberate stripes with your tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, savoring the taste of him. Sylus is so sensitive you thought. You spit onto your hand, your fingers tight around his base as you begin to stroke him slowly. When your soft lips wrap over his tip, a broken whimper escapes him. His head falls back, lost in pure bliss, his breath shallow and uneven. One of his hands finds its way to the back of your head, holding you there as if he’s trying to ground himself in the overwhelming pleasure. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to take all of him, but you’re more than halfway there, bobbing your head, your cheeks hollowed as your tongue teases his most sensitive spots. One hand glides along the areas you can’t reach, while the other keeps your hair out of the way.

“You— Fuck, you feel too good” Sylus has completely drowned in lust, not even able to restrain himself. He tugs on your hair, his hips thrusting into your mouth as you take him deep in your throat, the sounds of your saliva mixing with his precum echoing in the room. Tears well in your eyes, and you find yourself clenching around nothing, your own moans sending waves of pleasure through him. “You’re so beautiful— your pretty mouth, taking me so well,” His thrusts become more erratic, messier, you can tell he’s close. You need to stop now if you want to leave him miserable like you were, but his grip on you is too tight and the way you gag around him is all it takes to send him over the edge.

“Oh, fuck I —” Sylus pulls out just in time as he spills over himself, thick white ropes coating his skin while he strokes himself through his climax. You sit there, completely stunned by the sight before you—Sylus pleasuring himself, eyes half-lidded, lips parted as he pants, looking at you like you’re the only one he wants in this world.

“Who would’ve thought the big boss from Onychinus would be such a needy mess in bed?” You finally speak, your voice slightly hoarse, as you lick the cum from his hand. He chuckles and pulls you into a kiss.

“Miss Hunter… I shall return the favor now. Let’s see who’s the most desperate between the two of us.” You don’t have a chance to respond before he pins you down again, his hands roaming with urgent need, pulling you closer as his lips trail down your neck, kissing and biting hungrily at every inch of your skin until he reaches your breasts. With effortless skill, he strips you of your dress, leaving you in nothing but your thong. Sylus pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of you, his gaze dark with appreciation.

“Stunning,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire. His mouth is everywhere, tongue teasing and nibbling at your nipple while his thumb circles the other, leaving you restless.

“That feels good,” you exhale sharply, urging him to keep going. You feel him smile against your skin as he continues his slow ascent, his hands reaching the hem of your panties. His hands grip your tights, forcing them wide open as he looks at you, his teasing expression returning.

“Looks like these are ruined,” he chuckles, tearing your underwear off. “I’ll get you new ones, don’t worry.”

Your back arches instinctively as his tongue slips between your folds, dragging up your slit in long, languid strokes. He kisses and sucks at your clit, the heat of his breath only heightening the sensation, sending jolts of pleasure through you with each movement. The sight of him between your thighs, devouring you completely, makes something snap inside you. Lost in the moment, you grind against his face, your legs instinctively closing around him.

“Sylus, right there,” you moan, your eyes nearly rolling back as he slides two fingers inside you.

“You’re so sweet,” He rasps, “Gosh, I can’t get enough of you.” You feel yourself edging closer to release as Sylus finds that sweet spot inside you, his tongue flicking expertly at your clit, sending waves of pleasure that make you dizzy with sensitivity. “Come for me, Angel.”

And you do—your orgasm hits you like a wave, your juices coating his lips, chin, and cheeks. He doesn’t stop, his fingers continuing to work you through your high as he licks up every drop of your arousal. Sylus was hungry, devouring you like a starved man. You could see the way he was working himself up too, grinding against the mattress in an attempt to relieve the throbbing ache of his need.

“Sylus,” you sit up, pulling him close by the neck, your lips just a breath away, “Take me. I want you.”

As soon as the words leave your lips, his mouth gently meets yours in a slow, deep kiss that feels full of unspoken words. His hands pull you closer, guiding you to straddle him as you both move together, bodies pressed against each other with an intensity that’s soft yet consuming. The kiss is tender, the rhythm slow, as if you’re savoring every second, completely immersed in the connection between you.

“I’ve been waiting so long, to be able to touch you like this.” Sylus whispers, his lips brushing softly against your cheek, your jaw, your neck. The atmosphere, once charged with control and dominance, has shifted into something unexpectedly intimate. A strange, familiar feeling stirs inside of you, one that you can’t quite place but know all too well, as if it’s something you’ve felt before and yet can’t fully understand. Your hand slips between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his length, giving it a few strokes. Your foreheads press together, eyes locked as Sylus lifts you, aligning himself with your entrance. Your breaths mingle, both of you panting in anticipation of the pleasure that is about to overtake you. After what feels like an eternity, he slowly sinks into you, his thickness stretching you in a way that has both of you moaning in unison.

“Mhm— so tight,” Sylus groans, throwing his head back, hoping he won’t reach the edge too soon. But with every inch of him disappearing into you, your soft walls gripping him just right, he knows he won’t last long.

“You feel so good,” you gasp, gripping onto him as you begin to ride him at a slow, deliberate pace, giving both of you time to adjust. Sylus meets you halfway, his hands gripping your hips to lift you up, his patience beginning to fade. He leans into a kiss, urgent and sloppy, his self-control slipping with every passing second. Your thrusts grow deeper, harder, fingers digging into each other’s skin, tongues clashing in a frenzy.

“You’re perfect,” Sylus groans between kisses, sinking deeper into you with each movement. “I want to ruin you,” he mutters, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist, his grip so strong you couldn’t escape him even if you tried.

“Ruin me,” you moan, your legs trembling as the frantic pace begins to take its toll. “Fuck me like you hate me— Sylus,” you struggle to form words, breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Do with me as you please.”

Sylus feels like he’s going insane. He pins you down, his body hovering over yours as he pulls you by your thighs, realigning himself. “Is that what you want, baby? Want me to be rough on you?” He wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you whimper.

“I want it,” you admit shamelessly, pulling him deeper into you. He chuckles at your boldness, the grip on your neck tightening until your words are nothing more than a breathless whisper. This time, he moves without hesitation, his other hand pressing against your lower abdomen. The lack of oxygen makes you dizzy, the sharpness of the pleasure and the ache blurring together until it feels like you’re seeing stars. As he thrusts into you—fast, almost desperate—the world around you fades away, leaving only the frantic rhythm of your bodies colliding. Each stroke is deeper, sharper, pulling you further into the abyss of need. “I want more,” you cry out, your voice dripping with desire, sounding far more erotic than you intended.

“Want more?” Sylus growls, a dark chuckle escaping him before he flips you onto your stomach. He presses you down against the mattress, his grip firm, then he’s back at pounding into you from behind like he’s completely lost himself. “How do you like it now?” Sylus growls, his palm coming down hard on your ass, the sharp sting making you cry out in pleasure. The impact is so intense you know you’ll be bruised by morning. “Are you satisfied? Answer me.” Another spank echoes through the room, leaving your skin burning.

“Yes—fuck,” you gasp, struggling to form a coherent sentence. The way he’s fucking you right now has you barely able to catch your breath. Sylus leans down, his chest pressing against your back as he continues his relentless pace.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear you,” he murmurs against your ear before sinking his teeth into your neck, leaving his mark. “Say it again for me, love.”

Your whole body trembles, your release creeping closer, tension coiling dangerously tight inside you. “Yes—yes, I’m so close—” Your words dissolve into a broken moan as you clench down around him, dragging a deep, sinful groan from Sylus, his own release chasing after yours.

You feel a shift in the rhythm—his thrusts growing messier, more desperate, his breath hot and uneven against your cheek. You wish you could see his face right now. As if reading your mind, Sylus flips you onto your back, pressing his body flush against yours. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, your legs locking around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Foreheads pressed together, you move in sync, chasing that intoxicating high. He’s beautiful, you think. His brows furrowed, eyes shut tight, lips parted as soft moans escape him—an expression of pure bliss you never thought you’d witness. Then it snaps. Pleasure crashes over you in relentless waves, so intense it borders on pain. All you can do is cry out his name, again and again, your body trembling beneath him. Sylus isn’t far behind—he comes just as hard, a deep, guttural moan escaping his lips before they find yours in a desperate, breathless kiss, the two of you clinging to each other as you ride out your high together.

You both remain like this in silence, panting, your chests rising and falling in a mismatched rhythm as you struggle to catch your breath. You’re certain Sylus can hear the frantic beating of your heart—just as you can hear his. A strange wave of sadness and nostalgia washes over you, unexplainable yet impossible to ignore. And before you can process it, you wrap your arms around him, holding him close, pressing his head into the crook of your neck. Your fingers comb gently through his hair, while your other hand traces absentminded patterns along his back, coming back to your senses in the warmth of his body.

“If this is how you hate,” he breaks the silence, his voice hushed and raspy, a stark contrast to the usual arrogance, “then hate me. With all your might.” He pulls you closer, holding you tighter as though the very idea of you slipping away terrifies him. Just as you’re about to speak, you feel his breath slow, his chest rising and falling in a deep, steady rhythm. He’s asleep. You linger for a few moments, watching the rise and fall of his body, before quietly slipping out of his arms and into the shower.

The hot water soothes your worn-out body, easing the tension as it cascades over your skin. You replay everything that has happened, the weight of it all settling deep within you. You’re not sure how you’ll face Sylus tomorrow, your heart stirring with both anxiety and a sense of vulnerability. You wash your body and hair slowly, lost in thought, until you suddenly feel the warmth of arms encircling you from behind. You jump, startled.

“Sylus?” you gasp, your heart racing. His grip is firm, unyielding, as he pulls you gently against his chest.

“Thought you left,” he whispers. You try to turn, but you’re unable to break free from his embrace. You pause, torn between words. The vulnerability in his touch stirs something deep inside you, making you question everything. “Please, stay,” he pleads, his eyes locking with yours, full of a raw, unspoken longing. You nod quietly, feeling a lump form in your throat, your own words escaping you.

You finish the shower together in silence, the quiet intimacy of the moment settling around you both. When you step out, Sylus hands you one of his shirts, his movements calm and steady. He slips into bed first, wearing silky pants that match the top you’re now in. You join him, the cool sheets brushing against your skin as you settle beside him, the room filled with an almost tangible awkwardness. The air between you is quiet, but the tension feels different now—an unspoken understanding, something neither of you has the words for. Sylus pulls you closer, his warmth comforting against your own. A few hours ago, you thought you hated him. But now… now you’re confused, lost in a swirl of emotions you can’t fully make sense of. You’re still searching for answers, knowing there’s something important you’re missing.

“Sylus, you—”

“Don’t worry, the brooch is under your pillow,” he interrupts, a playful hint of mockery in his voice. You let out a tired sigh, too exhausted to play his games any longer. He’s smart, you know he understands exactly what’s going through your mind. But tonight, you’re willing to let it go.

“You’ll get your answers eventually,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his forehead gently resting against yours. “But for now, just sleep in my arms, without a care in the world.”

You close your eyes, letting the soothing rhythm of his voice and the warmth of his embrace lull you to sleep. His cologne wraps around you, familiar and comforting, pulling you deeper into the calm. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, and before you know it, you’re drifting into a peaceful dream—one where it’s just the two of you lying together in a field of flowers, wrapped in each other’s arms, surrounded by nothing but love and serenity.

note— So, this was the last part of Sharp Edges. It was my first time writing, and i’m honestly very glad and thankful that some people enjoyed it. I’ll continue doing my best, take care<3

do not copy, steal or translate my work! reblogs, likes and feedback highly appreciated!

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Sharp Edges, Part 2 - Sylus x Reader

synopsis— With 24 hours to steal his brooch, you’re trapped in a battle of wit and temptation. But Sylus isn’t just guarding the prize— he’s breaking your resolve, one touch at a time. inspired by Midnight Stealth.

word count— 2.9k~

warnings— 18+, smut, angst, slow burn, nsfw, drunk sex, hate sex, ennemies to lovers, rivalry, dom!sylus, making out, aphrodisiac wine, fem!reader, reader is confident, teasing, edging, dry humping, unprotected sex, thigh fucking, choking, sylus is needy asf, reader is horny and lowkey desperate, rough sex, porn with plot, voyeurism

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🎧 Coming Down - The Weeknd

Next thing you know, you're thrown onto his bed, your face pressing against the mattress with a force that knocks the air from your lungs. You try to sit up, but his Evol is restraining you, holding you in place, preventing you from moving as you want.

You give in, your body half-resting on your knees, half-laying down, your face turned toward him. The feeling of helplessness churns something inside you, and yet, you can't deny how much it turns you on. It frustrates you, but you can't tear your eyes away from him.

You catch glimpses of his still half-naked figure, your gaze traveling down his body, breath hitching at the sight of his growing bulge.

"What are you doing? Let me go"

You whisper, your voice barely audible, anticipation in it more than you care to admit.

Sylus doesn't answer right away. Instead, he moves closer, walking with slow, measured steps as he grabs the silky pants and shirt lying on the bed. He turns to you with a sly grin, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I should be the one asking you that"

He taunts,

"What are you doing in my room, this late at night? Want to tell me a bedtime story?"

A low, dark chuckle escapes him—devoid of amusement, laced with something far more dangerous.

Then, without a word, he turns away, the towel slipping from his waist in an unhurried, deliberate fall, baring every inch of him to the dim, flickering light.

You roll your eyes, but it’s a weak attempt at defiance. Your gaze betrays you, dragging over him, catching on every sharp line and glistening muscle.

"Don't pretend you don't know why I'm here"

You scoff, your voice steadier this time, but the rapid beat of your heart betrays you as the tension in the air thickens.

You shift, turning your body onto your side so you face him. Your wrists, tied behind your back, are starting to ache from the pressure of his Evol, but you don't care. You're lost in him, your entire focus on his figure as he moves, the grace of his every motion burning into your mind.

When he glances at you from over his shoulder, a sly smile spreading across his lips, something in your chest tightens. You know he's aware of the effect he has on you, and the way he looks at you, almost taunting, makes the heat between your legs grow stronger.

"Look at you"

He says, stepping toward you,

"All caught up in the spider's web. What are you gonna do now? Crawl around looking for the brooch?"

He's right in front of you now, his presence overwhelming, his scent invading you, intoxicating and all-consuming.

You whimper involuntarily as his finger trails up your leg, moving slowly, teasing, until it reaches the dagger, the one your dress no longer hides. He stops there for a moment, his eyes scanning you, and you can feel the weight of his gaze on your lower body. The way his eyes linger on the black lace of your thong makes your pulse spike, and you see the hunger flash in his eyes.

"What a cute knife"

He purrs, his voice low and taunting,

"Were you hoping to intimidate me with it?"

He uses the dagger to push your hair away from your face, the cold metal against your heated skin making you shiver, before tossing the blade aside onto the floor. Without a word, he settles on the bed, lying on his side as his fingers trace a slow path along your cheek.

His velvety voice drapes over you like silk, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate paths across your skin.

“You’re playing a dangerous game”

He murmurs, his gaze never leaving yours,

“I’m curious to see how far you can go.”

"So you lied. Making me believe I can find that damn brooch in twenty-four hours while you're just entertaining yourself watching me struggle."

You snap, your voice sharp as frustration bubbles over,

"I knew I couldn't trust you. But I didn't think you were a man of cheap words."

Sylus expression darkens, his brows furrowing as he grabs your jaw, his grip tight and possessive. His thumb glides over your lower lip, firm and slow.

"You should watch your mouth, kitten"

He says, voice cold and dominant.

“Don't say something you might regret."

You’re laying on your back now, knees raised, looking directly at him as he hovers over you, his finger playing with your lip. Your heart races as you feel your sense of self-respect and dignity slipping away.

Before you even realize it, you find yourself grazing your teeth over his thumb, biting down just lightly enough for him to feel it. The tension between you snaps in an instant, and Sylus almost loses control when he feels your tongue brush against his finger. His eyes darken, and you can feel the raw desire that flickers in him, just barely contained.

His hand slips to your throat, curling just enough to coax a soft moan from your lips. His breathing is uneven now, heavy with the weight of restraint, his hard cock aching under the tightness of his pants.

"Why are you so harsh on me?"

You whine, your lashes fluttering up at him, feigning innocence though every movement of your body betrays you.

“I know you love watching me struggle, but this time… can you just let it go? Please?”

He should push you away before he loses himself completely. But the way your part lips glisten, the way you squeeze your thighs together, trembling under him, your eyes clouded with lust like you need him just as much— He’s biting his lip so hard it could tear the skin apart.

Sylus exhales sharply, his grip on your throat loosening just enough for his fingers to drag along your skin before he pulls away. His entire body is wound too tight, his self-control fraying with every second you spend under his touch, looking at him like that.

He needs a drink.

His hand moves blindly to the side, fingers swirling around the wine bottle resting next to the bed. He brings it to his lips without a second thought, tilting it back as he takes a long, burning sip. A few drops escape, rolling down his jaw, his throat, trailing over his collarbone before disappearing into the hollow of his chest.

His tongue swipes over his bottom lip, eyes glinting as they settle back on you. The wine does nothing to cool the fire in his veins. If anything, it makes it worse.

And you—gods, you watch him like you want to taste the drops that slipped past his lips. Like you’d rather drink from him instead.

"You've got 10 minutes"

He finally speaks, his voice low and raspy.

"Find it. If you don't... well, I'll leave you to think about your failure."

The invisible force binding you vanishes in an instant, and the sudden freedom almost feels strange. You take a breath, sitting up slowly, rubbing at the faint marks on your wrists.

You stay still for a moment, as if grounding yourself, but your mind is already elsewhere. You glance at Sylus. He's leaning back against the headboard, the wine bottle now resting loosely in his grip. His lips are slightly parted, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, but his eyes— they watch you with sharp amusement, glistening with anticipation, waiting to see what you'll do next.

You could take the safe route, pretend like your body isn't still thrumming from everything that just happened. You could walk away, put some distance between you two before you lose yourself for real.

Or…

Your decision is made before you even fully process it.

You shift forward, swinging a leg over his lap until you're straddling him, your knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. The change in position wipes the smirk right off his face. His amusement flickers into something darker, something heavier, and you can feel the tension coil between you like a live wire.

"Really?"

His voice, deep and husky from the wine, rakes over you—rough, consuming—making your whole body tingle, the low vibrations of his tone heading straight to your core.

“You want to play this game?”

His hands remain at his sides, though you can see the way his fingers flex, resisting the urge to touch you.

"What are you talking about ?"

You tilt your head, playing dumb.

One of your hands comes to rest on his chest, the heat of his skin seeping into your palm. You can feel his heartbeat beneath your fingertips, strong and steady, but there's a hitch in the rhythm as you drag your touch downward.

"If the brooch’s nowhere to be found,"

You whisper, letting your fingers skim lower,

"then it has to be on you."

You trace your finger along the wine stains on his skin, keeping your eyes locked on his.

Sylus swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing as his lips curve into a wicked grin.

"Oh, so you’re going to search me then?"

"That's the plan"

You say confidently.

He exhales a slow breath, his hands moving to your waist, settling there with a grip that's too firm.

"Well,"

He smirks, his tongue swiping across his lips,

"be my guest."

As your body presses against his, every part of you acutely aware of the heat radiating from him. Your fingers wander over his torso, each movements intense, teasing. You take your time- almost too much time, well aware of the way he watches you, unblinking, the hardness of his boner pressing into you as he pulls you even closer.

Sylus seizes your thighs, his fingers sinking in with a possessive, unyielding grip. The way he forces them more open, claiming the remaining space between you, leaves your mind dizzy and your pussy throbbing with anticipation and need.

"You think you'll find it this time ? Or are you just getting distracted by the view?”

You meet his gaze, a sly smile curving your lips as your fingers trace the waistband of his pants, continuing their exploration.

“I’ll find it”

You lean in, lips brushing over his ear,

“But aren’t you the one getting distracted here, Sylus? I can feel it, you know.”

With a subtle yet provocative shift of your hips, you grind into him, just enough to draw a low grunt from the man. His eyes flutter shut, the sharp spike of pleasure evident on his face as his breath catches in his throat.

Your smirk as you glance at the hardness of his throbbing cock underneath you. Your heart skips a beat when you look back up, the sight of his flushed face, head tilted back slightly, revealing the intensity of his desire. His eyes are nothing but deep, dark pools now, the red completely consumed by blown pupils, a raw hunger in them that you feel throughout your whole body.

“You look like a mess, Sylus.”

“Yeah?”

He laughs as if he’s savoring the moment, the corners of his lips curling into a dangerous smile,

“You really think you’re in control here, don’t you?”

You can’t suppress your moan as he press himself into you, a slow, intense thrust making soft whimpers escape from your mouth. You unconsciously lean in his touch, moving with him to feel the undeniable evidence of his arousal grinding against you.

Overwhelmed by the heat of the moment, you try to regain control, attempting to slow the intensity building between you. Your hands move feverishly across his body, touching every inch of him with urgency as time is running out.

“Where the fuck did you hide it?”

You pull on his hair, your voice sounding more indecent than desperate.

Hungry and determined to make you lose focus, Sylus tilts his head, planting heated, urgent kisses along your neck, each one deeper, harder, as his thrusts match the intensity. His grip on you is tighter, nails almost scratching the exposed part of your back.

“Mmh, I don’t know baby”

He grunts, one hand finding its way under your dress, playing with the fabric of your underwear. The sharp snap of the elastic makes you gasp, the sensation turning your head into a mix of pleasure and frustration. You tilt your head back as his lips move higher, nipping and sucking, dangerously close to your ear.

"Why don't you try lower?"

He suggests, his teeth grazing your lobe, the warmth of his breath mingling with the wetness of his lips.

“You— Fuck, I hate you so bad”

He chuckles as he suddenly let go of you.

“Your eyes and body seem to say otherwise though.”

Sylus leans back against the bedframe, watching you with that infuriating, knowing smirk, chest rising and falling in an unsteady pace. The loss of contact makes you ache, the need almost unbearable. He sees how you struggle to keep it together when you already look this wrecked, when he’s barely even touched you.

You decide to ignore him for your own sake, your fingers slipping lower, brushing along the fabric of his pants. When your hands graze the pocket that’s the closest to his throbbing member, you feel his muscles tense up beneath you, a sharp inhale escaping his lips.

"Careful"

He warns, his voice rough, nearly unrecognizable— wrecked with the same need and desire you feel burning inside of you.

"You might find more than what you're looking for."

You scoff, trying to keep your façade. You can’t loose focus now that you’re so close.

You go through the second pocket, palming him, then you feel it.

Your pulse hammers in your throat, but you don't let him get to you. Not now. You adjust, focusing, your fingers slipping where they need to be.

Just as you touch the edge of the brooch, his hand snaps around your wrist, yanking you closer, and suddenly you're pinned on top of him. The brooch is in your hand, but his own is wrapped around yours, trapping it against his chest, blocking you from opening it. His other arm wraps around your waist, keeping you right where he wants you.

"Got what you wanted?"

He taunts, voice dark and velvety, his breath warm against your lips.

Your frustration spikes, boiling over into something hot and reckless. You struggle against his grip, but it's useless—he's stronger, and worse, he's enjoying this. You glare down at him, chest heaving, every part of you burning with anger.

“Sylus, I swear if you don’t hand me that fucking—

“I’ll give it to you”,

He leans in, his lips ghosting over yours,

“But first, you’re going to take care of the mess you’ve made.”

You let out a laugh in disbelief. You are the one to blame now?

"Aah, I really do hate you"

The words leave your lips like a curse, but he just watches you, amused, infuriatingly patient. His gaze flickers—your eyes, your lips—slowly, like he’s waiting for you to snap.

And you do.

Your lips crash into his—raw, desperate, as you’ve lost the last shred of restraint. Your fingers twist into his hair, yanking him closer, and Sylus groans into your mouth, low and satisfied, like he knew this would happen, like he was just waiting for you to give in. His grip on your wrist loosens, the brooch slipping from your fingers long forgotten, as you go for his neck instead, pulling him closer, like you want to consume him whole.

He kisses back just as fiercely, teeth catching your bottom lip, hands roaming your body with a hunger that makes your head spin. And when you finally break for air, panting and dazed, you feel him smirking against your swollen lips.

You don’t wait long before the both of you are at it again, your hands snaking up to tangle in his hair, pressing yourself into him, deepening the kiss, moans and obscene sounds filling the room. You feel him give in—just a little—his arms sneaking around your waist to hold you against him, almost unable to think straight as you drive him to the edge of control.

“Despise me, huh?”

He purrs, his voice a dangerous mix of teasing and challenge as his thumb brushes across your bottom lip.

“I’d love to see what you’d do to me if you loved me.”

You take in two of his long fingers with your mouth, sucking them off with a slow, deliberate motion, your eyes never leaving his.

“Earn it, and maybe I’ll show you.”

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Sharp Edges - Sylus x Reader

synopsis— With 24 hours to steal his brooch, you’re trapped in a battle of wit and temptation. But Sylus isn’t just guarding the prize—he’s breaking your resolve, one touch at a time. inspired by Midnight Stealth.

word count— 2.5k~

warnings— 18+, smut, angst, slow burn, nsfw, drunk sex, hate sex, ennemies to lovers, rivalry, dom!sylus, making out, aphrodisiac wine, fem!reader, reader is confident, teasing, edging, dry humping, unprotected sex, thigh fucking, choking, sylus is needy asf, reader is horny and lowkey desperate, rough sex, porn with plot, voyeurism

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🎧 What You Need - The Weeknd

Sylus was getting on your nerves. It had only been a few days since he and his men had kidnapped you, and now, with the auction looming just a day away, you felt restless. Sleep had become a luxury, and peace of mind? Completely out of reach.

He had already put you through so much—choking you, pushing you to the brink by forcing a gun into your hands, making you shoot him. He tried to resonate with you through sheer force, attempting to alter you when things didn’t go his way. A master manipulator, treating you like a puppet for his own amusement, always pulling the strings yet never answering your questions.

You had tried everything to find a weakness, some kind of opening, but it was useless. And what frustrated you the most was him—that unbearable, arrogant attitude. He never missed an opportunity to make you feel weak and naïve, looking down on you with that infuriating smirk. So belittling, so condescending, yet somehow still carrying himself with the grace of an expensive, well-bred gentleman.

Oh, how you longed to watch him crack—to see that smug expression disappear, to make him lose his composure as you took control. Of course, it wouldn’t be easy. He was always two steps ahead. But sooner or later, you would figure him out.

Now was the time to come up with a plan for tomorrow’s auction. You needed that Aether Core fragment—no matter the cost. Even if it meant making a deal with the Onychinus leader, even if it meant playing right into whatever scheme he had in mind. You had come too far to back down now.

Sylus had given you a single condition: find his brooch within 24 hours, and he would allow you to accompany him. You had no time to waste.

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You woke up early, heading straight to the shower, knowing the day ahead would be stressful. The only small comfort in this whole ordeal was the luxury that surrounded you—your own room and bathroom, a king-sized bed draped in silk sheets, exquisite meals prepared to perfection. A full wardrobe of designer clothes, heels, bags, even an array of beauty products and high-end makeup.

Everything tailored to your tastes. And you hated yourself for even considering how easy it would be to get used to this life… if only Sylus weren’t such a complete bastard. The man was rich, intelligent, and undeniably, painfully attractive. And it killed you to admit—even to yourself—that despite everything, you were drawn to him. No matter how much of a dick he was.

After finishing your morning routine, you applied some makeup—curling your lashes, adding a hint of blush, and finishing with a deep red gloss. Simple, yet striking. Your long, jet-black hair cascaded down your hips, slightly curled at the ends, making you look like a doll. A spritz of perfume, and then you stepped into your wardrobe.

You skimmed over the expensive dresses and gowns before settling on a black silky mini dress, pairing it with kitten heels from YSL. The dress was short, easy to move in, and the heels were just the right height—not too high, but still elegant. You secured a dagger in a garter beneath your skirt, just in case, then slipped out of your room, making your way to the salon for a quick breakfast.

As soon as you pushed open the heavy doors of the hall, Luke and Kieran greeted you.

“Look who’s awake! Did your highness sleep well?”

One of the twins teased, laughing.

“I wish. If only your boss would let me,”

You smiled faintly as you leaned against the counter next to Luke,

“But he has other plans. Today’s going to be a long day, so I’d appreciate it if you two could either help me or—at the very least—not get in my way.”

You couldn’t deny that you had grown quite fond of these two. Even if they worked for him, the man who had become the source of all your current problems, they had never been disrespectful or crossed any lines with you. They just enjoyed messing around.

“Seems like the boss has a soft spot for you,” Kieran smirked.

You sighed, rubbing your temples.

“Kieran, if putting me through trials and hardships every single day is his way of showing affection, then I’d hate to see what he does to his enemies. Either that, or he’s just a bored man who enjoys watching me struggle for his own entertainment.”

Luke chuckled.

“Well, have you ever considered that maybe he is trying to protect you—”

“Nonsense.”

A deep voice echoed through the large room.

“Good morning, Boss!”

The twins called out in unison, a hint of panic in their voices.

You lifted your gaze only to meet the cold, piercing eyes of Sylus. His stare dragged slowly from your eyes, down your body, before lingering just a second too long on your lips. His jaw clenched.

You said nothing, trying to suppress the familiar, unwelcome sensation that curled in the pit of your stomach whenever he was near.

He, too, wasn’t left unaffected. Not when you looked this damn tempting, your sweet scent filling the air around him.

Trying not to let his eyes linger, he shifted his focus to the twins, brows slightly furrowed.

“I’d appreciate it if you two refrained from spouting such idiocies so early in the morning,”

He scolded, voice sharp with irritation. Then, turning to you, his usual teasing expression returned.

“I have important matters to handle today. Make sure to… behave.”

The way he emphasized that word sent a shiver down your spine.

“I should be back in a few hours.”

He sipped his coffee, holding your gaze a little too intently like he was memorizing the sight of you, drinking you in as much as he could.

“Don’t worry about me, boss,”

you snorted, mocking his tone,

“I’ll be good.”

You teased before turning on your heels, heading toward the doors. Just before leaving, you glanced over your shoulder.

“I also have some business to take care of today. Don’t interfere.”

And with that, you were gone before he could get a word in, the sharp clicks of your heels echoing down the hall.

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“Impossible. It’s not here, or there. I’ve searched the entire damn mansion, and still no trace of that brooch. It’s as if it doesn’t even exist!”

Five hours. You had spent five excruciating hours combing through every possible hiding spot in Sylus’s house, and you were losing your mind. You even searched his room.

“Does he have some kind of secret compartment or chest where he could’ve hidden it?”

You asked, frustration clear in your voice.

Kieran laughed.

“Doubt it. And honestly? We don’t know anything about that brooch.”

You exhaled sharply,

“I should’ve known. I really can’t trust this man, can I?”

A strange feeling settled in your chest—something like disappointment, though you weren’t sure why.

“Listen,”

Luke spoke up, his voice a little softer,

“I know it’s hard to believe, but… the boss does have a good heart. Please trust him. He’s harsh, sure, and acts all tough, but—”

“He cares,”

Kieran cut in.

You scoffed, unconvinced.

“We can’t tell you more,”

Luke continued,

“and we have no idea where the brooch is. But what we do know is when the boss is least guarded. If you haven’t found it by now, it’s probably because he has it.”

“That’s what I thought,”

You muttered,

“But how the hell am I supposed to get close to him? It’s not like we’re close or anything.”

The twins exchanged a knowing look.

“You should definitely sneak into his room while he’s asleep,”

Kieran suggested with a smirk.

“Once he’s knocked out, he’s as defenseless as a lamb. His routine is always the same—he takes a shower, drinks a few glasses of wine while listening to music, then heads to bed.”

And just like that, a plan started forming in your mind. Hope sparked in your chest.

“Thank you for this information,”

You said, determination lacing your words.

“I’ll do as you say.”

“We’ll even prepare a special wine for him,”

Luke added with a grin.

“Something eeextra relaxing. Should help you out.”

They chuckled to themselves before disappearing into the wine cellar.

Later that evening, you ate dinner alone—Sylus was still out. Afterward, you returned to your room, allowing yourself a moment to rest.

Lying in bed, you thought back to what the twins had said. Sylus is a good person.

Was he?

He had been nothing but rough with you from the start, forcing his way into your life, pushing, provoking, and saying strange things like we’re the same. And then there was the tension—constant, suffocating, impossible to ignore.

Every time you tried to understand him, he pushed you away, leaving you with more questions than answers. And what about the flashbacks you had been experiencing? The voices?

Why did it feel like you were connected to him, even though this was supposedly your first time meeting? He knew things about you, details he had no reason to know. Had he been watching you this entire time? The thought sent an uncomfortable shiver down your spine.

“Aah, fuck this. I should sleep it off.”

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You woke up with a start, your eyes darting to the clock.

8 PM.

Your stomach dropped.

“Shit!”

You had overslept. Sylus was probably already back, and you couldn’t afford to miss your chance.

Throwing off the covers, you sat up too fast, your head spinning slightly. Taking a deep breath, you smoothed down your dress and ran a hand through your hair, making sure it was still presentable. Your makeup was intact—thank God.

Slipping out of bed, you reached under your dress, adjusting the dagger strapped to your thigh. Your heart was pounding, a strange mix of nerves and anticipation tightening in your chest.

You needed a drink.

Without hesitation, you rushed to the dining hall and headed straight for the bar. Grabbing the first bottle you saw, you poured yourself a glass. Then another one. Then a third. The taste of cherries lingered on your tongue, sweet and intoxicating. Maybe it was wine, maybe it wasn’t—you weren’t sure, and honestly, you didn’t care.

Warmth spread through your veins, your earlier tension melting away.

Confidence surged through you.

Everything was going to be just fine.

The room felt different now—darker, charged with a current you couldn’t quite place. Every step you took was slower than the last, your heels clicking more pronounced in the silence of the house. The wine had done its work, easing the sharp edges of your nerves, but leaving something else behind—a heat that pooled in your stomach, spreading through your limbs like fire. The air smelled heavier now, as if it, too, was aware of what was about to unfold.

The sound of running water echoed down the hallway, a soft, rhythmic trickle that called to you. Sylus was showering.

This was your chance.

You reached for the doors handle, fingers slightly trembling, but you quickly steadied yourself, inhaling deeply. He had no idea you were coming. Or maybe he did. After all, he was Sylus. Always two steps ahead.

You pushed the door open, the warmth of the room wrapping around you. You took a deep breath. He wasn’t in sight, but his essence lingered, mixed with the scent of candles filling the air, intoxicating in its familiarity. The room was heavy with his presence, even though he wasn’t yet here.

It was dimly lit, shadows stretching across the plush carpet, the thick curtains drawn shut, and the faint sound of music playing. The atmosphere was so… Him.

Your eyes flicked to the left. An almost empty bottle of wine sat on the small table beside the bed. Was that the same brand you’d been drinking earlier ? You noted the irony, but there was no time to get lost in the thought. Your mission came first.

Moving swiftly, your fingers brushed over the fabrics of his wardrobe, silky materials caressing your fingertips. Next, you moved to the suitcase that’s always with him, rifling through the contents with quick precision. Nothing. You turned to his bed, neatly arranged with perfectly folded clothes, carefully unfolding the silky shirt and inspecting it as if it might hold answers. But it didn’t.

Frustration bubbled up, You checked under his pillows again. Nothing. Still nothing. You bit your lip in frustration, your body heating under the pressure, the air around you thick with an almost unbearable tension.

“Is it up his ass or what?”

You muttered to yourself, the words coming out more desperate than you intended.

Your eyes landed on Mephisto, closely watching you, perched on his usual spot. You couldn’t help the irritation surging inside you. Why couldn’t you just find it? You shook the tiny crow in your hands way too harshly.

“Help me out, damn it!,”

You hissed under your breath.

Could he have taken it in the shower with him? You sighed, not just from frustration, but from the simmering attraction you’ve been trying to ignore.

A vivid, unwanted image flashed—water gliding over his skin, droplets running down his chest, the heat of the shower curling steam around him. His head tilted back, lips slightly parted, hair pushed out of his face, damp and tousled—

No.

You clenched your jaw, shaking the thought away, but the damage was done. Your body couldn’t ignore it, your mind spiraling with thoughts you didn’t want to have. The wetness between your legs was growing by the minute, and before you realized it, you were squeezing your thighs together, desperate to stop the urge as fantasies kept coming to you.

The mere thought of his bare skin and the way his body would feel, moving against yours, deepens the flush that’s already spreading across your cheeks.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to force the image away, but it only grew stronger, sharper. Your breath quickened.

Was it the wine? Or was it just him? You couldn’t tell anymore. Maybe both. What the hell was happening to you?

He could be back at any moment and you couldn’t let him catch you like this, all wet and needy.

With a frustrated sigh, you decided it was time to go. You’d return later, once he was asleep— once you were calmer. As you decided to leave, it came to your attention, making your heart drop.

The water had stopped.

The silence that followed was almost deafening, and your heart lurched in your chest. You held your breath, hoping it would stop time. But then you heard it— footsteps. Slowly, coming closer.

Clac!

The bathroom door flung open and you froze, your body stiffening as you held yourself still against the hard surface of his desk. You tried to make yourself as small as possible, hoping you wouldn’t be seen.

Steam billowed out from the bathroom, curling around in a soft cloud, and there he was.

Sylus stood in the doorway, his body half- covered by a towel, slung low around his hips, the soft fabric barely clinging to his frame. His skin glistened, droplets of water catching in the dim light, along the ridges of his abs, disappearing into the towel. His hair hung, damp and darkened with the moisture, a few strands clinging to his forehead. You couldn’t look away, his body almost glowing in the soft, flickering candlelight.

Every inch of him was hypnotic— his broad back, his toned muscles, the way the water made his skin shimmer, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the fresh scent of the shower. He turned slightly, pushing his hair back, unaware of your gaze and the unholy thoughts running through your mind.

Ring!

You jumped, startled by the sudden ring of the telephone right next to your head. You moved carefully, as quietly as you could manage, inching away on all fours as Sylus steps drew closer. Your heart pounded in your chest, louder than your footsteps, louder than anything.

And then you heard it.

That voice. Deep, velvety, laced with amusement.

“Playing hide and seek, are we?”

Sylus words made you freeze in place. You couldn’t respond. You could only exhale shakily, your body rigid with the embarrassment of getting caught.

Slowly, you turned your head, and there he was— his crimson eyes locking onto yours with a smoldering intensity that stole the air from your lungs. His grin was knowing and confident, as his gaze slid from your face, down to your body then back up again, pausing.

“I’m glad you’re wearing the lingerie I gifted you,”

He teases, his voice dripping like honey.

“It suits you… really well.”

“Sylus, I—“

Before you could finish your sentence, his arm extended and you felt your body lift, weightless, pulled by the unseen force of his Evol. The sensation was dizzying as your wrists were bound behind your back, knees and ankles following suit.

"You've been a very naughty little thing,"

He murmured as he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. You didn’t move, barely even breathed. The world seemed to narrow until all that was left was him and the unbearable weight of your shared history.

“ I thought I told you to behave.”

He says, his voice soft but underlined with intent. The corner of his mouth pulls into a smirk, eyes glinting with something dangerously familiar. His hand grazes your skin, lingering just enough to make you shiver, and for a moment, you wonder just how far he’s willing to take this.

“Want me to teach you a lesson?”

note— Next part will be up in a few days! Things will definitely take an interesting turn and spice up more and more. Please hang in there~

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Hello everyone, it is my first time opening a tumblr account. After thinking for a while, I decided to finally write all the late night scenarios that haunt my mind. English is not my first language though, so I will do my best to prevent any mistakes. I will be posting dark romance, slow burn, angst, smut, and it will mainly be fanfictions.

Currently writing for Sylus from Love And Deepspace, I also plan on writing for Vampire Knights, Diabolik Lovers, Black Butler, Inu x Boku Secret Service, and many more hopefully.

I often write while listening to specific artists to set the mood and get inspiration, so if you like The Weeknd, Lana Del Rey, Che Ecru, Cigarettes After Sex, Malice Mizer, Pastel Ghost…. Then you will probably enjoy my work!

MASTERLIST

Love and Deepspace—

Sylus x Reader

Sharp Edges : pt1 - pt2 - pt3

Vampire Knight—

Zero x Yuki Coming soon

Disclaimer— I absolutely do not condone pedophilia or incest in any way. As I strongly oppose both and find them completely unacceptable, those will never, ever figure in any of my works. Also, I will never create content about underaged characters. All of them will be adults.

Minors, do not interact. All the fictions here will be +18.

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