sylusenthusiast

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Sylus very much gives me—

“Does this feel good?”

“You like that, sweetie?”

“I know, sweetheart. You can take it.”

“More?”

“Just like that?”

“You’re doing so good for me.”

“You sound so cute, sweetie.”

“You feel so good.”

“I love the way you taste.”

—vibes, and I will not be convinced otherwise.

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PSA !!!

As of today, I'm going to be making a Patreon that will have all of my work so far cataloged and I will be posting new writing for Love and Deepspace on there first before it comes on here. If you want early access to upcoming chapters for longer fics, then that's the place to be! That's also where I'll be doing polls so you'll be able to add ideas for future fics and upcoming works. Link : patreon.com/syluskitten

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well, hot damn. 🥵

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Imagine : You're pregnant with Zayne's baby.

The late afternoon sunlight streamed softly into the room as you sat on the couch, cradling your growing belly. You could feel the gentle flutter of the baby’s movements, a constant reminder of the life you and Zayne had created together.

Zayne entered the bedroom quietly, his soft hazel green eyes immediately locking onto you with a warmth that always made your heart skip a beat. He crossed the room, sitting beside you and placing a gentle hand on your belly. “How are you both feeling?” he asked, his voice filled with concern and affection.

“We’re good,” you replied with a smile. “A little tired, but fine.”

Zayne’s brow furrowed slightly, his hand tightening ever so gently over yours. “You need to rest more,” he said, his tone a mixture of softness and seriousness. “I want you both to be healthy, and that means taking better care of yourself.”

His gaze, normally so light and playful, was intense with worry. As your doctor and your lover, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of responsibility. His thumb stroked small circles over your belly, and he leaned in to kiss your forehead. “I love you,” he whispered. “And I love our little snowflake. I’m going to make sure you’re both safe, no matter what.”

You smiled, touched by his protective nature. “You’re doing everything perfectly, Zayne. We’re lucky to have you.”

Zayne’s eyes softened as he looked down at your belly. “No,” he said with a small smile, “I’m the lucky one.”

In that moment, the quiet intimacy between the two of you spoke volumes — Zayne’s love for you and your child was unshakable, a deep, constant force that filled every moment you shared.

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this is literally how mc would be with rafayel

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i’m absolutely FERAL for this man.

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CALLING ALL LOVE AND DEEPSPACE WRITERS / ROLEPLAYERS!!!

i’m in the process of trying to put together a small writing group ( either on here or on discord — have t decided yet ) that involves all of the lads guys and a few other characters, as well. if you’re at all interested in this, please let me know. i’d love to have fun writing with you!

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these lowkey kinda feels xavier coded idk. maybe not to the full extent of this, but he definitely has it in him.

Why overthink when I can mount you and fuck you like a dumb bitch in heat until my cums so deep inside you that nothing drips out for hours?

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Sylus: *kissing the top of her head* I’m heading out. I love you.

MC: *with a mouthful of toast* M’kay.

Sylus: …

Sylus: I love you.

MC: I heard ya. *takes another bite*

Sylus: *takes the toast out of her hand and walks away*

MC: Mmph!

Sylus: Now we can both spend the day empty and unhappy.

MC: *hurrying after him* I was kidding! I love you! Sylus!

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....Yeah

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The underground arena erupted with deafening cheers as Sylus stood in the center of the ring, his chest heaving with exertion. His silver hair was damp with sweat, clinging to his forehead, and his skin gleamed under the harsh lights. Bruised and battered, he still radiated power, his lean muscles taut beneath the glistening sheen of his skin. But for all the fight that had just raged, his focus wasn’t on the roaring crowd.

It was on you.

With a cocky grin, Sylus raised his hand, his red eyes locking onto yours from across the ring. There was an intensity in his gaze that set your pulse racing, but it wasn’t just the victory he was celebrating. You knew that look. It was a silent message, just for you.

As the crowd began to disperse, Sylus walked toward you, a slow, deliberate swagger in his steps. You watched him with a mix of pride and desire, your heart pounding in your chest. The ringmaster came forward, handing him the champion’s ring, a gleaming symbol of his victory, but Sylus didn’t keep it for himself.

He stepped right up to you, his fingers gently grasping your hand as he slid the ring onto your finger in front of everyone. His red eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he pressed the cool metal against your skin, making sure it stayed on your small digits.

Still riding the high of his victory, Sylus followed you into the locker room, his body showing the strain of the fight. He sank onto the bench, his eyes never leaving you as you grabbed a towel and approached him.

“Let me take care of you,” you whispered, already working to ease the tension in his battered muscles.

Sylus didn’t resist. He never did when it came to you. He leaned back, watching you through half-lidded eyes, his breath coming in steady, deep waves. You started by gently wiping away the sweat from his face, then moved down to his strong arms, massaging the soreness from his bruised flesh. Every time your hands touched him, a soft groan of appreciation rumbled in his chest.

“You spoil me,” Sylus said, his voice huskier than usual. The red glow in his eyes softened as they tracked your every movement.

You smirked, running your fingers along his abs, teasing the taut muscles that flexed beneath your touch. “You earned it, champ.”

His breath hitched when your fingers traced lower, brushing against the waistband of his shorts. His entire body tensed beneath your touch, and the way he looked at you — like you were the only thing that mattered in the world — made your heart race.

Sylus leaned forward, his hand brushing your cheek before sliding down to your wrist, holding your hand gently in place as if letting you know that you're about to go past the point of no return. “You know how much I need you, right?” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. There was no bravado in his tone now, just the raw honesty of a man who was completely yours.

You smiled, pressing your forehead against his. “I know.”

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guess which lips belong to which lads baby.

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this man is too fine for words.

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my cleaned up version of the “playtime” main screen in lads. ☺️

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pre-relationship sylus and mc

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/SURRENDER.

ෆ genre : one-shot with a dash of spiciness. ෆ pairing : sylus x you / sylus x reader

The stars outside Sylus's garage glitter like frozen diamonds, distant and unfeeling, much like the man standing across from you. The strange silence fills the room, as you take in the man in all leather as he leans up against his motorcycle. You had been exploring his expansive home and found your way here after avoiding Mephisto, Luke and Kieran despite having been here various times before.

Sylus liked to keep you close when he felt you were too close to danger. He knew you hated it, but he loved telling you what to do - especially when you listened.

"You enjoy control too much," you say, your voice low but challenging, stepping toward him from the shadows. The dim light hanging from above casts a faint blue glow over his face, accentuating the hard angles of his jaw, and the tension in his stance.

His gaze narrows, his lips curving into a smirk that never quite reaches his eyes. "Control keeps me alive. It's kept you alive too, in case you've forgotten, kitten."

You don't flinch at the nickname, standing your ground as the space between you crackles with tension. Sylus is always calculating, always one step ahead, never allowing anyone to see beyond his carefully crafted exterior. But tonight, something in him seems different. His eyes flicker with a darker intensity, a restrained hunger that he's trying to keep in check.

"Maybe you should try letting go," you suggest, your voice bold, though your heart races at the audacity of your words.

Sylus arches an eyebrow, amused but intrigued. His hand reaches out, and his fingertips brush against your arm, the touch feather-light but electrifying. "Letting go?" he repeats, his tone going lower and more dangerous. "You think you're up for that kind of challenge?"

Your breath hitches, and before you can respond, he pulls you toward him, standing between his long legs as he manspreads while on the bike. His lips hover near your ear, a raspy voice leaving them. "I control everything here - every system, every weapon, every outcome. What makes you think you can change that?"

You look up at him, your pulse quickening. "Because I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching. You're not as untouchable as you want everyone to believe."

For a moment, his mask slips. His expression darkens, and there's something raw, something vulnerable in his eyes that you've never seen before. Sylus's hand moves from your arm to your jaw, gripping it firmly but not harshly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You're playing a dangerous game," he warns, though his tone wavers slightly. It's not just a threat - it's a confession.

"Then why don't we both take the risk?" you challenge, pushing back against the control he clings to so tightly.

The silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken words. And then, as if something snaps, his lips crash against yours. It's not the careful, calculated Sylus you've come to know - it's raw, intense, filled with need. His kiss is possessive, yet there's a desperate edge to it as if he's been holding back for too long. His hands roam over your body, exploring, but still, there's a sense of restraint in him, a constant battle with himself.

You pull back just enough to catch your breath, letting out a shaky sigh. "For once, let go. Let me take control."

His eyes search yours, the flicker of uncertainty there again. Slowly, his hands relax their grip, and he leans in, his breath hot against your skin.

"Fine," he murmurs with a growl. "But only for tonight."