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sits on my own blog like it’s the edge of a lake wistfully

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it's girl dad! sylus that has children so small that he can hold them in his palm.

it's girl dad! sylus who doesn't even need to use both arms to carry his daughter. but he does so anyways. not like he would drop her.

it's girl dad! sylus that sits on the couch with the little one on his lap, enjoying the peace that occasionally gets interrupted by his daughter's soft babbling.

it's girl dad! sylus who buys one of those chest carriers to keep her close while he does something else.

it's girl dad! sylus who allows mephisto and the crow twins to play with his daughter.

it's girl dad! sylus who mindlessly agrees with whatever his little one is saying through the baby talk.

it's girl dad! sylus who sleeps with his little one on his chest, a hand holding her back so she doesn't fall.

it's girl dad! sylus who would shred through a million dollars to find the one thing his daughter liked.

it's girl dad! sylus who stares down anyone he doesn't know who even fathoms the idea of reaching to touch his daughter.

its girl dad! sylus who drops everything on his schedule to spend time with his daughter.

its girl dad! sylus who probably has an entire album full of pictures of his daughter, right next to the album of pictures of you.

it's girl dad! sylus who i need to be real so bad.

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Request ✎ Car sex w the guys but I only care about snowcrowapple. Sylus and Caleb give like, trying to discreetly(not really) blow your back out while you’re parked at one of those drive in movie theaters and Zaynes making you squirt in his lap in the car at the parking garage of the hospital when yall are supposed to be havin lunch thank youuuu

Note: Thank you for the request, anon! I hope you likeeee. I changed up the setting for Sylus so each guy had their own little "story" going on, so I hope that's okay. Luv you. MWAH!

Contains: Smut, Porn with no plot, semi-public sex

Word Count: 3K (Total)

Car Sex W/ Zayne, Sylus, & Caleb

Zayne

Lunch with your husband was supposed to be spent eating the sandwiches you picked up from his favorite deli and spending some much needed time together.

You even insisted on taking the little date to the park nearby to get him out of the frigid and sterile environment of the hospital that he never seemed to get enough time away from, no matter if the experience only lasted for half an hour. It's what you did that made it special.

But you didn’t get the chance to leave the underground parking lot at all after Zayne kissed your lips so sweetly until you were practically begging for him to touch you. Being the loving, devoted, and equally needy partner that he was, what kind of man would he be to leave either of you unfulfilled?

Your cold cut subs never made it out of their paper bag and in the span of twenty five minutes in the backseat of his car, his cock had been in your mouth and his cum down your throat.

And now, like a sweet dessert to top off a savory entrée, you were sitting in his lap after he just finished fucking a load deep into your trembling pussy.

You were in blissful shambles as his skilled fingers rubbed your sensitive clit in slow circles while his lips peppered delicate kisses down the side of your already marked neck.

Thank goodness you didn't have to go to work after this.

The position you were in made sense for a couple who didn't get enough time to be as intimate as they wanted because of their jam-packed schedules. Ultimately, when you were presented with an opportunity to have one another in ways you've gone too long without, who could stop themselves from taking advantage?

"Z-Zayne... Baby, I can't..." you mewl, your back pressed to his chest and your head lazily lolling on his shoulder with every stroke of his thick digits. The combination of his release and yours being smeared through your folds made you positively rabid for him despite your overstimulation.

"Give me one more, darling," he whispers, his dick throbbing once again in his tousled slacks. "I must thank you properly for treating me today. It's only fair."

Your legs were hooked over his spread ones to open you up like a flower in search of the sun in the springtime. The obscene echos of your slick cunt being pleased made you forget all about the fact that you were letting yourself be fucked and fingered by the love of your life for anyone to see should they be graced with a glimpse.

Your wanton moans were mesmerizing. How selfish was he for wanting to keep you here regardless of that risk?

"You're close," he lazily grins, his breath hot and arousing against your sticky flesh. "Watch how pretty she looks when I touch her just right."

There's a familiar coil in your gut as you peer down to admire his veiny hand adorned with the silver band of his ring and a sleek black watch, working you with precision.

His fingers glisten in the dimly lit interior with your dripping arousal and he gathers all the slick you produce with a husky groan when he feels how much more you're adding to your mix.

"Baby... I think..." you stammer, hips bucking to chase the high that feels more intense than it's been in a long time. "W-Wait, I might—"

"That's what I want, my love. Feel good for me and let go. I’ll always be there to catch you.”

His speed increases just slightly to masterfully bring you to that mind numbing precipice. He knows what he's doing, and you would always surrender to the trust you gave him.

With a hand reaching back to tug on his damp locks, you crane your neck and hungrily devour his mouth to suppress your sonorous moans before you can be loud enough to draw out security.

Zayne takes your avid kiss with delight as your tongues mingle in the privacy behind his slightly fogged windows.

You repeatedly clench around nothing, tensing and convulsing when your third orgasm of the afternoon takes temporary ownership of your senses and makes you squirt uncontrollably all over your husband's lap. He swallows each of your high-pitched cries the faster abrupt streams of your pleasure spurt from your pussy to make a mess wherever it reaches, fueling your captivated spouse with infatuation and unaltered lust.

"Beautiful," he murmurs against your lips, continuing that consistent momentum in between your thighs to drag out your high until you fall limp with his soaked hand to thank for it.

He kisses your temple with reverence once you fall still in the comfortable silence, and you hum from the satisfaction still coursing through your thoroughly used body.

"I'm sorry." Your breath steadies after the time you took to catch it.

"Hm? Why are you apologizing?"

"Because," you chuckle wearily. "I just ruined your pants and I'm almost certain I made you late. You didn't even get to eat."

"I have an extra pair in my office, and I can eat later. There's no need to rush. The only thing I have waiting for me is some paperwork before the surgery I am to perform this evening."

He wipes you down carefully with a cloth he keeps handy in the storage space behind his seats.

"This is my first time being tardy in a very long time and it's only by a handful of minutes, so please don't feel bad."

He nuzzles his forehead against you, eyes shut in contentment.

"Besides, getting to watch you fall apart is always a rewarding sight I never want to miss."

Sylus

The last thing you should be doing is allowing your boyfriend to put you on your back while you're draped in a ridiculously expensive dress and him in an overtly pricey suit.

Because the event you're about to attend?

You'll be pulling up in front of the venue in the next ten minutes.

Maybe you shouldn't have told your daring arms dealer about the scene you read in one of your filthy romance books detailing a woman who was fucked out of her mind in the back of a limo similar to the luxurious one you're currently in.

But you couldn't help yourself! The scene was still vivid in your mind despite having read it over a week ago, so sliding into the interior of such an expensive vehicle for the first time sparked all the memories of those smutty words your eyes unashamedly raked over.

And truly, the last thing you anticipated after bringing it up was for Sylus to ask you with a cocky raised brow and a knowing smirk, "Do you wish to have the same experience, kitten?"

You would’ve been an idiot to play coy. But a serious part of you thought he was just teasing, that he wasn't about to actually fill you with his cock with only a partition separating you from the driver.

Oh, how naive you were.

Sylus was on you lightning fast after your shy head nod, cupping your jaw and kissing you ardently until you became putty in his hands. Slowly did you begin to fall backwards onto the wide leather seat and of course, he was following you down immediately after.

"Sy, what if we can't? We’re almost there," you push out breathlessly, feeling how he rolls your deep red gown up past your hips and pulls your lacey black panties to the side once he hikes your leg over the headrest.

With one knee bended between your legs, he looked down at you with promise.

"We can, sweetie," he purrs, letting spit fall to the index and middle fingers he raised to his lips before bringing them to your pussy. He does this to get you nice and wet to make up for the time he can't spend to prep you properly.

"It's our money you're wearing and driving in. We have all the time in the world to do as we please. Own that like I've told you to."

You press up against him at the same time that your mouth falls open from the pleasure of his saliva being pushed inside your tightness. The clink of his belt that he skillfully works to undo with his free hand, sounds whilst his other keeps a consistent pressure to your drooling cunt.

"Mmph.. F-Fuck Sylus, that feels so good..."

"I know. You've ruined the seat already.” You hiss when he brushes against your taut bundle of nerves. “Good. That means I'm doing this right."

He removes his hand from your core and deeply chuckles at your whines of protests. They die in your throat as you stare at him take the mix of fluids to his hard cock, rubbing down and over the flushed tip.

Sylus winks at your gawking when you flicker your gaze up to meet the steadfast fixation of his lustful rubies.

A dribble of precum leaks out after a few strokes and lands between your slit, making his balls tighten with a need to become a part of such an alluring union.

Just as he looms over you once more, ready to breach your responsive body, the small navigation system that you’ve been able to follow along with on your drive makes an announcement.

You will be arriving at your destination in four minutes.

You look up at him with a frown. "We won't make it, babe."

"You know how much I appreciate a challenge." His smirk is confident. "I think we can."

You gasp when he pulls you closer by your leg with an unsurprising amount of strength and throws it over his shoulder.

He doesn't waste any more time, lining himself up and grunting when your hot cunt swallows him as he sinks into you in one deep and fluid thrust.

"Kitten," he shudders from being buried to the hilt. "Savoring you just like this is something that takes priority over any useless gathering.”

Slowly he rocks into you and grins at your frantic head shaking side to side, reminding him that he can’t be so impulsive. He knows how important tonight is for his business, so unfortunately, he’ll have to make this quick.

There's no time for sweetness or worship, then. Not when he aims to have you full of his cum in time.

He grips your thigh and kisses your calf as he drills into you, watching the creamy ring you form at his base with honor because only he gets to make a perfect thing like you feel this good.

"Sy, baby... 'M gonna... Please don't stop, right there, right—"

"Don't tell me what you’re about to do. Be good and show me.”

Greedily, he palms your tits through the exorbitant material and the swipe of his thumb past your nipples has you crashing. For your passionate lover, the tension of your cunt squeezing and holding him tightly is all that’s necessary for his seed to spill into your womb.

"That's it, sweetie," he grunts. "Take what belongs to you."

Make a right turn at the next light and your destination will be on your left.

Your muddled stammering from the inability to talk right amuses Sylus in his tough decision to separate from you instead of basking in your post orgasm.

He takes his time to correct his attire but takes even more with you as the navigation pings with a cheerful, "Arrived!" and the limo comes to a complete pause.

You grin when he pulls your panties back over your cum filled pussy and leans down to press a kiss to the mound like it’s doing a good job of holding something valuable for safe keeping.

Once he puts your dress back into place, he holds his hand out to help you sit up and restores your rumpled hair as best as possible.

"You're proud of yourself, aren't you?"

"I am." He collects your purse as you work on some last minute adjustments to your appearance. The driver then opens the door and waits patiently for you two to exit.

"But when we get home,” he leans in, breath fanning against your ear. “I want to explore another one of your... fantasies. I'll have more time to fulfill it properly then. Do we have a deal?"

You place your own kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"I'm holding you to it, Mr. Qin."

Caleb

This is the third time you and your fiancé have embarked on an impromptu date to the drive-in movie theater near your home and once again, you barely got halfway through the film before you were more than ready to bounce on his cock.

You didn't know what provoked the horniness that had Caleb caressing your thigh or you palming him through his pants, but it always got both of you going without fail.

Was it the atmosphere? Perhaps the fact that this was very taboo (illegal) or the thrill and slight fear you felt about potentially getting caught?

Likely all of the above.

Whatever it is, it had your hand beneath the waistband of your man's pants and wrapped around his thick length while the romcom being displayed for all the patrons attending became irrelevant background noise.

"Fuck, pips..." he groaned as his hips bucked slightly to match your languid strokes, tone winded and unfairly sexy. "Never fails, huh?"

You watched him with an intense love the more you're serenaded by the breathy whimpers slipping past his lips when you run your thumb over his seeping slit.

"You can't be as loud as you were last time," you whisper. "Almost got us caught, doofus."

"I don't knowww. Your pussy was the wettest I've ever felt it when you thought someone caught on to what we were doing."

His teasing chuckle is cut off by a sharp intake of breath when you apply more pressure around his base.

"I'm serious, Caleb."

"And so am I." He looks at you with hooded eyes. "Sit on my dick before I become a problem you swear you don’t want, yeah?"

More heat rushes between your legs and the throbbing that was already there is now impossible to leave neglected.

This was routine for you by now. So much so that you started wearing skirts and dresses so he had easy access when you started getting busy in the backseat.

Your panties were slid down your legs while he freed himself just enough for you to slide him inside.

Bracing a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you climb into his lap, your knees anchor on both sides of his large body. You're held tight in a calloused grip while he starts kissing your jaw and sucking down the column of your throat.

"Pipsqueak, you're soaked," he smirks the lower he gets to your collarbone, feeling your slick cling to his thighs.

"You gonna fix it or keep talking?"

"I know how to multitask. You've seen and felt it first hand."

"Then put that skill to good use. Kiss me and give me your cock."

He bites his lip and smiles even more at your vulgar command, taking your words as a challenge before pulling you in for a heated kiss by the back of your head. Never faltering from the exchange, he takes a hold of his dick and guides himself to your lubricated hole while sloppily sucking on your lips.

Caleb consumes your cries when you eagerly welcome him home and his large hands take generous handfuls of your ass to bring you closer as if you were still too far away.

But where you're used to taking control when he has you like this, you're caught off guard when your husband-to-be immediately starts rutting into your pussy from below with no reservation. He's so far in your guts and so relentless that you choke on an attempt to speak like you can feel him reaching your throat.

The rapid slapping of meeting skin reverberates in the enclosed space just as much as your flesh ripples in his firm hold.

Trying not to come before you get a chance to really enjoy the dick he's giving you is a challenge you're doing your best not to fail. You recognize though, that it’s a defeat you’ll accept if the aftermath is just as invigorating as the deliciousness leading toward it.

"Babe... I can't." Your arms wrap around him even tighter than before as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, feeling the slight shaking of the car that only adds to your shared arousal.

"S-shit, 's too much, too much.."

"Nuh-uh." He guides your body to grind your clit against him to give you the small break you're silently asking for. "You know how to handle me. Act like it."

Your thighs burn, but it feels so fucking good and you’re far from wanting him to stop.

Each vein pulsing within your walls after every punishing stroke makes you woozy. You know it’s wiser to accept the way he conquers your body without trying to make it last.

"Caleb... Hah—I'm..."

"I know, I know, honey," he coos tiredly, his intensity only wavering the closer he gets. "I'm right here. Come on your husband so we can go home… I got you.”

His reassurance and the kiss of his tip to your deepest parts easily has you shattering.

The incessant squeezing of your cunt and rush of your sweet juices around his cock makes Caleb succumb to his own climax faster than he can brace himself.

Both of you muffle your sounds with a searing kiss, teeth clattering from the sheer force equally delivered.

There’s even a dull ache in your back that’s just as euphoric as it is sore from his rigorous treatment and you can’t wait to feel how bone deep it’ll get in the morning.

His cum paints your spasming walls with meticulous intent while he keeps pumping upwards to prolong the sensation for as long as he can.

"We have to stop coming to these things," you playfully comment when he finally rests.

"What?" he pouts mockingly. "You scared?"

"Oookay, don't be a dick."

"Just admit it. You love me."

"Sometimes," you shrug.

Suddenly he gets serious.

"Don't play like that." He kisses you delicately. "We're forever."

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Creds to @/bbyg4rlhelps for the dividers!

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sylus is in a dilemma.

ever since the start of parenthood, you two vowed to never ask your little girl the question of who she loves more.

it was unnecessary, he said, to let her pick a favorite parent.

he never had a thought about it since your conversation together—until today.

sylus was in a dilemma, but not in a way you expected.

“daddy, who do you love more? me or mommy?” your daughter asked, eyes glued to the paper as she colored outside the lines.

to say sylus was appalled was an understatement.

for once, it took him two seconds to respond.

“what was that, sweetie?” an absolute pathetic of a response.

“who do you love more? me or mommy?” she repeats, leaning closer to the mahogany table.

“both, of course.”

“no!” your daughter slammed her palm across the surface with a frown, glaring at her dad, “only one!”

sylus raised his brows in surprise before melting into normalcy as his daughter jut her lips out in frustration.

it was okay to say it’s her, right? you weren’t around and there’s no reason for him to make his little girl even more upset when it was rare to find moments when he wasn’t needed elsewhere.

“you, sweetie. i love you more,” sylus declared, shifting his weight on the bar stool.

“good!” your daughter chirps, returning to her coloring, “because i love mommy more!”

well, fair enough.

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One of Zoey signature quirks the fandom adores is that she jumps on the girls for them to catch her;

She does that out of excitement in celebrations, when they win a competition or award or just for the hell of it after delivering the last song at a concert;

She also does that at home during lives or records herself "testing" the girl's reflexes by randomly leaping and wrapping herself around them;

Fandom keeps score of Rumi and Mira's successful catches and millions compilations of the (funniest) failures and the moments you can clearly see them catching on Zoey's intentions and holding her still;

Rumi has an unmatchable record of successful catches because demon enhanced reflexes and strength make it unfair for Mira;

Mira, who once saw Rumi being smug about catching Zoey with only one arm, decided to mess with her by also jumping on her, but Rumi pulled this move:

You can imagine the havoc it caused in the fandom (and the girls kept doing it because they low-key found it so cool that Rumi could carry them like this)

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God help this cutie.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒑 ;)

pairing: husband!sylus x reader

genre: fluff, guilt-tripped husband!sylus, dramatic overreaction, post-spicy-night consequences, slightly suggestive content & comedy.

a/n: this was really funny in my mind, and I hope it's still as funny in this moment!

It was just past 3 am. The sky outside your room's windows was a dusky grey, the kind of soft stillness only early mornings knew. The sheets were tangled low on your bodies, warmth clinging to the air after the night you'd shared. You were asleep beside him, your lips slightly parted, a hand still resting over his heart like you didn’t want to let go. He didn’t move right away.

Propped on an elbow, he looked down at you, and his usual calm composure cracked just enough to let a rare smile slip through. A faint blush dusted his cheeks as hazy memories from the night before flickered through his mind, the way your fingers clutched at him, how breathless you sounded when you whispered his name, the way you both completely lost track of time, sense and reason.

Sylus chuckled under his breath, shaking his head softly to himself. Stars, he thought, you really do ruin me. Still grinning, he leaned in and brushed a kiss to your forehead, lingering just long enough to feel your sleepy sigh. His voice was quiet, barely a breath against your skin.

“I’ll be back before dinner,” he murmured. “Love you, kitten.” He dressed in silence, his movements precise. Then he was gone, the door sliding shut behind him with a muted hiss.

You didn’t wake until almost an hour later, groggy and sore in the hips, and cursed him under your breath with a faint smile as you walked your way into the bathroom.

By the time you arrived at the Hunter’s Association, the day was already a mess. A routine wanderer sweep had turned chaotic, reports underestimated the breach by dozens. What was supposed to be a minor patrol ended up being an all-out scramble. You were one of only three Hunters on-site, and all communications with dispatch were delayed due to a system error.

Mid-battle, a blast from a wanderer cracked the pavement beneath you. You slipped while pivoting, your boot catching awkwardly on shattered concrete. Pain lanced through your ankle as you twisted hard to avoid a hit, landing in a crouch with a grunt. You kept going, adrenaline overriding the sharp ache, but by the end of the mission, your limp was pronounced, and your legs felt like jelly.

You didn’t report it, just like always. Just brushed it off, tied your hair back, and told dispatch you were fine.

The smell of sautéed garlic fills the apartment when Sylus steps in. He’s back early from a mission, bruised, tired, but craving nothing more than the warmth of his wife and her cooking.

But then he sees it, you’re in the kitchen, humming softly, barefoot in his T-shirt, stirring something in the pot. But you're limping. Just a little. Just enough for his entire soul to spiral.

His voice is low, tight. “My love… why are you limping?” You turn to greet him with a bright smile. “Hey! You're back early.” He doesn’t smile back. No, Sylus is staring at you like you just got shot and didn’t tell him. “Sylus?” you blink, confused.

He crosses the room in three long strides and stands in front of you, gently taking your hand in his. “Did I… last night…” His jaw clenches. “Did I hurt you?”

You nearly laugh, but the look on his face, like he’s ready to quit life and become celibate, stops you. But Sylus is already unwrapping your foot like it’s made of glass. “You should’ve texted me,” he mutters, inspecting you for bruises. You sigh, trying not to blush at the memory of the very enthusiastic night prior.

“Sylus, you weren’t” “I was.” He looks up at you, guilt swimming in those dangerous eyes. “I should’ve stopped…”

“I slipped during the mission today,” you explain. “Landed weird and twisted it a little, but it's fine.”

He falters. You cross your arms, but Sylus is not convinced. Now he’s in full “I broke my precious wife, plus she got injured without me there” mode. He straightens up, arms wrapping protectively around you as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“I’m not touching you again unless you promise me you’ll stop me if it’s too much.” You raise a brow. “You say that now, but wait until I wear that red lace set again.” Sylus visibly short-circuits.

You lean in with a smirk. “I limped because I stepped wrong, dodging an enemy. But now that I think about it…” You pause dramatically. “I was still sore from last night.” 

Sylus.exe has crashed.

He scoops you up and carries you to the couch. “No cooking for you tonight. You’re on rest orders. I’ll take care of everything.” You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Does that include feeding me grapes and a full body massage?”

“…Don’t tempt me.”, he looks down at your eyes, glinting with mischief.

Then, with no more warning, he pulled you, lowering to meet your mouth in a slow, smirking kiss, all heat, all promise, lips curling against yours as if the idea of not touching you again was the real crime here.

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Lonely Melodies

Long Awaited Revelry Sylus POV, Ch 11 of 11 (Last Chapter)

Fragments reverberate and then slowly fade to silence.

With her out of the N109 Zone again, nothing and everything has changed.

"The second possibility is… more theoretical. Probably not of interest to you.” “I’ll be the one to decide that.” Philip sighs. “Alright. I mean, it’s the sort of thing that would be scientifically laughable before the emergence of the Deepspace Tunnel. But with advances in understanding consciousness energy… it’s possible that memories have an independent existence in the fabric of the universe. If the memories aren’t in her neurology, she may still be able to access them by essentially reaching across time and recovering them from a spacetime point where they exist, using the continuity of her soul as a tether. But like I said it’s… purely theoretical.” “Hm.” Philip may be closer to the truth than he realizes. I stand and toss the gear onto the desk. “You don’t usually tolerate my ramblings… anything else you want to talk about?” “No,” I say flatly, and Philip accepts the answer with a deferential nod as he returns to his work.

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A/N: This is the end of the Long Awaited Revelry fic... and the beginning of Chiaroscuro Cultivation, which covers their early relationship after reuniting.

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….you think Rafayel speaks Lemurian in bed?

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The girls cuddling >> everything else

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A short comic

The idea came from @/sylusbitch 's TikTok

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One of the many cons of being mentally ill is that instead of having nice and cute dreams with the things or characters that you're obsessed with, your dreamland is a plane of pure chaos, despair and trauma, and sometimes just chaos

How I wish I would dream about being isekaed in my favorite games instead of having a nightmare of having to go back to highschool to encounter people who treated me like a wet sock

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emperor!sylus x apothecary!reader. inspired by the apothecary diaries.

The waft of brewed pomegranate drifts through the air. It’s a tasteful cloud that dances at the tip of your tongue even without opening your mouth. Thankfully, unlike that of mint leaves or mugwort, the emperor’s preference to the fruit allows a welcome fragrance that invites something warm. It’s a perfect facade to lure in faulty individuals under the guise of a blanket draped over your shoulders on a chilly night.

For as long as you’ve been appointed, the emperor holds himself to a reasonably fearsome reputation. Spoken of as the fiercest ruler in history’s records, he’s a relentless, merciless power who sat on the throne. Most importantly, his own court was deterred by him. They answered to every beck and call, afraid that the smallest error would have their head on a pike.

You found it ridiculous, so to speak. 

You carried yourself in the manner, for your steps towards the emperor wherever he resided is always in confident stride compared to the cowardly steps everyone else took.

Where pomegranate was pungent in the parlor where beheadings would frequent, it was sweeter the moment you stepped through the doors. Answering, out of annoyance, another summon from Sylus.

With a furrowed brow and an indignant huff, you shut the doors behind you.

Sitting behind a low table was the man himself, resting in comfort. The rest of his royal robes discarded except one. Loose pale silk that spills out to reveal his bare chest, pathetically clinging to the edges of his shoulders as his outstretched arm rests on a propped knee. 

A gold pipe with intricate, regal carvings rests between his fingers—and with your presence, he slowly turns his head.

Unlike with his other servants, the rigidness of his sharp features melts into a playful smirk when you’re within his line of sight.

His shameless display stirs warmth within you. Despite the blush tickling your cheeks, it doesn’t sway your frustrations. You lift your sleeves to hover before the lower half of your face and bow, “Your Majesty. The servants said it was urgent.”

“You don’t have to be so formal when it’s just the two of us.”

He sighs with indifference, bringing the pipe back to his lips for a brief moment before setting it down on the mahogany surface. For a moment, you think you see him puff his chest like a child who was just told no.

“Why you insist,” he continues, tilting his chin towards you. “Beyond my simple instruction… it makes you reckless. Defying me with such an attitude.”

“I am neither consort nor servant. I don’t have any reason to speak to you like the cowards you string like puppets.”

You had always been sharp-tongued in your privacies with Sylus. It was a privilege you took advantage of considerably, and for someone as mindful as yourself, you knew when the moment was right to make use of that. 

But the silence that was typically unperturbed between you two felt heavier. 

Sylus’ gaze felt sharper as he stood. 

You didn’t know whether to keep yourself grounded like always, or make a run for it.

Was this the feeling that all the attendants carried on with every day?

“You’re a foolish girl,” he exhales, chuckling as he approaches you. Dark ruby eyes find yours, then his fingers cup your chin to tilt upwards.

“So brash, aren’t you?”

You observe his disheveled appearance; but even with those long, silver tresses out of place, he looked so much more captivating. If he weren’t an emperor with deathly prowess, he’s walking temptation incarnate. Even for you, who always resisted brothels and debauched districts, Sylus carried a presence filled with nothing but silent seduction. 

Whether it was pleasure or punishment, he was irresistable.

“...Sylus,” you finally relent, your voice quieter in embarrassment of addressing him so casually. 

“Why did you call for me? You said it was important.”

“It was.”

The emperor smiles, shifting the soft grip of his fingers into his knuckles running along the side of your neck. His touch was warm, despite it being this minimal sensation. You can’t find it in yourself to pull away from his gaze.

Sylus then cups your face, pulling you from your thoughts. He had prepared himself for a rather vulnerable declaration, until his thumb brushed against your cheek. Even in the dim light of his chambers, he could make out the slightly reddened skin, giving a low hum. Gone in seconds was his playful gaze—his eyes narrow.

You were stricken only moments ago, as you were on your way to him.

“Who did this to you?”

You grimace, pushing away his hand as you turn your head.

“It was nothing. Just some of your untouched consorts. Petty jealousy and all.”

“No.” He demands, guiding you to look at him again, “Is harassment frequent for you here? I want the truth.”

It truly wasn’t bothersome. You expected the treatment in an environment like the imperial palace. And for all the tyranny that word of mouth made Sylus out to be, you encountered it more frequently with his hires than the emperor himself. It was either tyrannical ego or cowardly devotion. Both extremes at the betting hand of winning his favor.

Something that was given to you so easily. An apothecary who entertained him more than anything else in all his years of living; surviving until he wound up where he is now.

“You’ll execute them if I say yes, won’t you?”

Sylus smiles, a ferocious glimmer in his eyes. 

“Is that what you truly desire?”

© SYHLI 2025. DO NOT TRANSLATE, COPY, OR FEED TO TRAIN A/I.

[sylusjinxedpaw]

Fem caleb study ✍🏽

Ipad broke so I'm back to grinding on phone 💪🏽

[sylusjinxedpaw]

– sylus eating you out while jerking off ༯

your thighs straddled around sylus' face, nuzzling yourself against him. the tip of his nose brushed against your clit before he took a deep breath, lapping his tongue against your sensitive folds.

with one hand, sylus cupped your ass, pulling you closer as he plunged himself deeper in your sweet taste. a breathy moan escaped your lips as you grip onto the bedsheet.

with sylus’ other hand, he slid his fingers around the head of his cock, pumping his wrist in a quick movement. long fingers gliding along his aching length, making him shudder, sending vibrations through your body.

“hngh- sylus!”

“don’t move too much, sweetie.” sylus mumbled, pulling away for a second before diving himself back in you again.

you dip your head in the velvet mattress, biting your lip as you held back your noises, refraining yourself from moving too much, but fuck, it was difficult when he was tasting you like this.

the sounds in the room grew louder, more desperate, making you — well, mostly sylus crave for more.

too much in a haze to even process what was going on, you didn’t even realize one of sylus’ fingers reached your soaked pussy, gliding light patterns on your clit, making you jolt.

he continued eating you like you were a five course meal, savouring every second while still pleasuring himself in the process.

“tastes so good.” he groaned, bucking himself forward as he gripped onto his cock tighter, holding himself back from cumming.

but hell, even you couldn’t hold yourself back.

a whine left your lips as your pussy throbbed, realizing you were close to climax. you tried warning sylus but your speech got muffled when his tongue danced a pattern he knew would throw you off.

as his movements grew quicker, mouth devouring you hungrier, a low moan left his lips before he sighed against you, pulling himself back, staring at the mess coated all over his fingers,

then back at you.

a/n: will check reqs soon hehe just had this idea.. also i’m gonna be busy the next few days so sorry ☹️ um but i’m thinking of doing another long fic i’m not sure what yet, but we will see…