#I love this lad so much

[martianbugsbunny]

"Can you wipe out that much red?" and "You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code. Something that makes up for the horrors. But they are a part of you, and they will never go away!" that kind of gives Loki talking about himself. In Dark World it seems like he feels there's no way he can possibly repair the relationships he's broken, so there's no point in trying or even showing that he's remorseful and willing to work to amend things. Maybe in Avengers he's already starting to realize that he's gone too far, starting to think there's no coming back from what he's done and he might as well just live in it because there's no chance of making things right. In the Battle of New York, when he's fighting close-quarters with Thor, he seems genuinely frightened of what's happening around him for a moment, but he says "It's too late" and then stabs Thor. It's too late to stop the fight, it's too late for him to switch sides, it's too late to make up for what he's done, it's too late to have a better relationship with his family.

[egophiliac]

queen of diamonds, upright + reversed 💎

I've redone this like eighty times, I have to just be done with it now and stop staring at all my mistakes oh no 🫠

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Ooh, you want to know what happens at the gay bar run by ex-pirates, ooh...You'll just have to read Tiger Tiger to find out...

(Inspired by this Disco Elysium comic)

[pigdemonart]

Theres just some stuff you’re more comfortable telling your friends about than your own family ya know 👀 some stuff is-a private!

Anyways, finally drew my sweet Daisy. Also finally colored a comic. And i can’t wait to never do that again fjfnfnf

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[tonesip]

dawnbreaker zayne art 😭

[zayne-li]

All I want to say is... Zayne's sleep schedule must be completely fucked. Like. Working both nights and days, staying long hours, probably having to go back early after being there late(if my experience watching medical dramas is anything to say about it... Plus my own experience working those types of shifts)... I bet you that man comes home so many nights, takes some melatonin and just passes the fuck out. Gets up again in the morning and takes a 5 min shower while he's still half asleep, doesn't even have coffee until he gets to the hospital and stares at the coffee machine like a zombie until it's finished dispensing his cup.

Gets home, lays down on the couch and almost instantly falls back asleep. Like we know already that this man will take naps in his office while he's at work, and we know how much he cares about his work. That's a man who is exhausted beyond belief, and powering through every day.

He so deserves to be spoiled. Breakfast brought to him in bed, left to sleep in as late as he needs to, even though he'll be upset when he wakes up and it's past noon.

I'm just imagining MC staying the night with him on one of his days off, she wakes up way, way before he does, and decides to just go off and do a bunch of little chores for him. She does his laundry, his dishes, maybe even heads out and picks up some sweets, some orange juice, makes him French toast for breakfast (even though we're way past the appropriate breakfast hour at this point) all before he even wakes up.

When he does wake up, he's very displeased to find out that he 'wasted' so much of his day, but MC just shushes him. He needed it. He really, really did. Now shut up and eat the delicious food she made for you!!

[angelsrcute]

Imagine Yan!Sylus who keeps you at one of his abandoned villas. He spoils you rotten— though you don't seem to appreciate it, only giving him glares and not talking to him. It's alright, he likes a good fight, you'll surely learn to live with it one day. Oh, and he also likes your cute attempts at escaping him. Your face when you're caught makes it worth it! Did you really think it was so easy?

As for your punishments, he'd never hurt you, you're just so delicate, maybe a little scolding or a little spanking session. One thing he still hasn't told you is that you're dead to others, so no one will ever come to save you! Just be a little nicer to him and he'll show you how good he is, nicer than your little ‘friends’.

[moeggoi]

love

day 7 souyo week '24 @souyoweek2020

[diwns]

Sylus: Nightplumes ★★★★★ ☾ (1/?) ➥ "There's snow in your hair."

[lucabyte]

[ ] like a body my same size

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[b4kuch1n]

polymer broadcast signal hijack

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Zayne often smiles with his mouth or his eyes, but it's extra special when we get to see him smile with his mouth AND his eyes at the same time.

It's so endearing to watch him melt, to give in to her antics or goofy behavior when he's far away from the sterilized environment of Dr. Zayne, M.D., and lets himself play a little bit. I love watching them both heal little bits of their inner child in this date so much 🥹

[littlenimart]

even the sun goes down

[revasserium]

waiting for winter (我期待的不是雪)

zayne; 1,616 words; fluff, pining, gn!reader, no "y/n", spoilers for lads ch.4, whipped!zayne

summary: he has never loved the winter

a/n: yes, this was inspired by that one chinese tiktok song. no, i will not elaborate.

He has never loved the winter.

But he remembers the first time he watched the snow fall reflected in your eyes — your cheeks kissed pink by the unforgiving wind, the sky a smear of white as the cold sunk into his bones. He remembers the silver bell ring of your laughter as you’d dragged him by the hand out to build a snowman, the look on your face when he’d remarked that your snowman’s nose was crooked because there were no carrots at the corner store so you’d had to make do with a potato instead.

“Look! It’s snowing!”

Zayne shakes himself into the present, glancing out of his office window at the cotton-soft flurries spinning by his windows. Across from him, you’re sitting with a muffler thrown haphazardly around your shoulders, watching the snow with an open, child-like wonder that makes his entire chest twist tight with —

He clears his throat.

“All the more reason for you to be careful — make sure to bundle up when you go outside,” he says, dropping his eyes back to your most recent health report.

You’re not sleeping enough, and your vitamin D levels are lower than he’d like. He’d hoped that becoming a Hunter would at least expose you to a decent amount of sun but then again, you had told him that Jenna’s been keeping tight reigns on you since the explosion.

“Yeah, yeah — I’ll be careful.”

He looks up, his eyes dark as he looks over the shape of you, fingers curled in your lap as you look up at him from beneath your lashes. He holds your gaze and fights to keep his expression neutral as you blush and look away, somehow reverting back to a much younger version of you — the memory of it superimposed upon the look of you now.

“You’re just as bossy as you were back then,” you say, sighing as you shrug up your shoulders like a scolded child.

Zayne scoffs, affording himself a small laugh, “Except I have a doctorate to back it up now, don’t I?”

You pout, pursing your lips. Zayne wonders, for the millionth time that day, how soft they might be beneath his own.

“I liked you better before you got your fancy creds,” you say, still pouting.

Zayne sighs, flicking off his tablet and putting it down on the table.

“Alright, what do you want?”

You blink up at him, eyes wide enough to convince anyone else of your innocence. But he knows better. He’s always known better.

“What do you mean?”

He ticks his tongue against his teeth and leans back in his chair, checking his watch.

“It’s almost lunchtime — c’mon.”

He pushes up from his desk and tugs his doctor’s coat from his shoulders, rolling them loose of the tightness that had gathered there all morning.

“Huh?”

He rounds his desk and tugs his winter coat from the back of the door, turning to fix you with a look.

“The noodle shop around the corner has your favorite as a lunch special.”

He counts down from five in his head — four, three, two —

“Really?” your face breaks into a grin wide enough to split your face. He chuckles.

“Yes, really. Are you coming?”

You stare for a second longer before leaping to your feet and bounding to his side. He reaches out to adjust your muffler, tying it tighter over the front of your chest, swatting your hand away when you try to loosen it.

“I’m going to choke!”

“Better that than for you to get sick again.”

He tugs open the door and watches you walk into the hallway, a bounce to your step that he hasn’t seen since you were both kids and he’d promised you he’d buy you sweets on the way home from school.

“How’re you so sure that the lunch specials gonna be my favorite?” you ask, pivoting on your heels and fixing him with a look, halfway down the white-washed hospital halls. Zayne takes his time buttoning up his own coat and locking his office door behind him.

“Because,” he says, voice steady as he strolls by you, glancing down with the shadow of a smile crimping his lips —

“I know you.”

* * *

He has never loved the winter.

But, he thinks as he watches you slurp down a bowl of wide-cut noodles, your cheeks flushed red with joy, he might just learn to love a winter like this.

You don’t question it when he reaches out to swipe at the corner of your mouth with this thumb, licking off the excess with a contemplative hm. But he revels in the way you swallow and blush and look away.

He wonders if you know.

He wonders if you know that you haunt him like the cold haunts him on the nights when he’s alone. He wonders if you see him the way he sees you, cast behind his eyelids like the frames of an old film whenever he closes his eyes, your smile more familiar to him than his own.

“Full?” he asks, watching as you wipe your mouth on a bit of napkin, lips stained red by the chili sauce.

“Mhm!” you nod, smiling up at him.

The noodle shop smells of chicken stock and green onions and the sharp dampness of snow on winter coats. You push the noodle bowl away and stare down at your hands.

“Are you — I mean… you have to go back to work, right?”

He can’t help but notice the note of reluctance in your voice, the way you look up at him as if hoping he’ll say no. He nods, folding his napkin into halves, and then forths. Outside, the sun is already falling toward the far horizon, casting everything in a goldenrod glow. Shadows fall long and sure along the pavement and Zayne doesn’t want to think about the endless hours of darkness ahead.

“Are you going home after this?” he asks, nodding stiffly to the waiter as he hands over his card, wordlessly pushing your hand away as you make a feeble attempt to try and snatch the receipt.

“I… was thinking about going to see a movie,” you say, thumbing at a stray thread along the edge of your coat. He watches you tug at it for a while before reaching out to take your hand in his.

“Go home,” he says, his voice level.

Your brow creases in a slight frown as you look up.

“But… I wanted to see —”

“We’ll see it this weekend,” he says, giving your hand a quick squeeze before letting go, thanking the waiter as he takes back his card and scribbles his signature on the receipt.

“We will?” you ask, blinking up at him as he stands up.

“Yes. It’s showing Saturday at 2:30 — we can get lunch before, or dinner after.”

He’s tugging on his coat when you reach up to loop his scarf around his neck, standing too close, so close he can smell the caramel milk and whipped cream of your skin. He fights down the shivers that threaten to shake down his spine as he goes still, waiting as you tuck his scarf securely around his neck.

“You never tie your scarf right,” you say, dropping back down onto your heels even as you shoulder on your own coat, cheeks dusted the most darling shade of pink Zayne has ever seen. As he watches you, he thinks it might just put the winter sun to shame.

He thinks he might thank you, or he might just bend down and kiss you — he’s uncertain all the way till you make it outside and you turn to smile up at him. And like this, with the dying sun caressing the edge of your cheek, the line of your jaw, you are nothing short of ethereal.

Zayne reaches forward, his thumb and forefinger catching your chin as he leans down.

Your gasp is little more than a hiccup of breath —

“Don’t be late,” he says, stopping mere inches from your lips, whispering the words against where your lips might be if he were a little more daring.

You hold perfectly still, your eyes round as you stare up at him, searching his face for… something — anything.

When he pulls back, he thinks you almost make to chase him. But you let his fingers drop from your skin and you tug at your muffler, toeing at the slushed-up snow on the sidewalk.

“Winter’s my favorite season, y’know,” you say. And Zayne doesn’t dare to hope. But he does — he watches you out of the corner of his eyes. Above you, all around you, the afternoon sun flickers and fades, a daytime aurora, like tendrils of some long-gone magic, coaxing willing believers toward their untimely doom.

“Hn,” he says, not trusting himself with more. He waits; you take a long breath before turning to look at him.

“You wanna know why?” you ask. And finally, finally he turns to you, his eyes catching your eyes — and in them, he sees the twisting colors of the sky reflected there, serpentine and sinuous. Ancient and inexorable. Reds and yellows, pinks and purples, bleeding into an endless, endless winter blue.

He wets his lips and swallows hard, “Why?”

You smile, and it is like the first glimmer of sun after an arctic winter’s night, and he can’t breathe for the sight of it.

“Because… it reminds me of you.”

lads requests r.... open lol

[farfallavendetta]

Does Sanji know that when he was electrocuted on Sky Island, Usopp cradled his body and wept uncontrollably, thinking that he was dead? Does Sanji know that Usopp's tears dripped onto his neck?? Does he know that Usopp stood up to the god that attacked Sanji, even though he was shaking from head to toe in fear, demanding to know what he did to Sanji??? Does Sanji know that Usopp's unconscious body fell on top of his??? DOES SANJI KNOW???

[mandiemegatron]

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ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ; 18+, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ. ᴍᴅɴɪ.

⒜/⒩ ; ᴹʸ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴰᵉᵉᵖ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉ ᶠⁱᶜ 🤭 ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵃ ˡⁱˡ ᵗᵃᵐᵉ ᵇᶜ ⁱᵐ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵗʳʸⁿᵃ ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉ ˢʸˡᵘˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡˡ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ ᵃˢ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵃˢ ᴵ ᵈⁱᵈ 🤭💖

ᵗᵃᵍᵍⁱⁿᵍ @laidenbreecatchall , ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ᵘ ᶠᵒʳ ˡᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ ˢᶜʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᵇᵗ ˢʸˡᵘˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵈᵒʷⁿᶠᵃˡˡ ⁱⁿ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ 💖🥰

You lean back in your salon chair, a wide grin on your lips as your nail artist cracks another joke, pulling laughter from you right as your phone begins ringing.

Glancing down at your phone, your cheeks burn slightly as seeing Sylus' name and picture pop up. You give your artist a small knowing look, who returns it with a grin and waves her hand for you to answer. She continues working on your left hand as your right picks up your phone, accepting the call with a cheeky,

"Well, hi stranger."

There's the rumbling chuckle from the other line as Sylus rolls his eyes to himself before he replies,

"You haven't answered any of my texts today. We in a mood today, sweetie?"

Your cheeks burn darker at his words and you huff, rolling your own eyes unbeknownst to him as you comment back,

"I've been busy. Are you alright? You usually only call if its-"

"Important. Yes, I'm aware."

You wait a beat before asking again,

"... well? What's up?"

There's a deep sigh from Sylus as he laments, "I thought we had plans today, sweetie," He stares down at his nail beds, turning his hand this way and that as he adds, "and yet... You're not here."

You narrow your eyes for a moment before pulling your phone away, watching the screen flash up with the time reading 2:47pm. You quickly pull your phone back to your ear with a confused comment of,

"We have dinner plans. It's not even three yet..."

Another sigh leaves Sylus, causing you to pull your phone away for a second as you shoot your nail artist a playfully fed up look before snarking into the phone,

"I'm at the nail salon."

Sylus goes quiet before he asks in a slightly firm tone, "and just who is paying for that, miss broke girl?"

You give a fake gasp before laughing in a joking reply,

"My sugar daddy, obviously, since someone doesn't want to treat me."

There's a long silence from Sylus at your words. Your heart sinks as the pause continues for far too long and you're quick to add,

"I'm just joking, I put money aside to treat myself. I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

There's a ding from your phone and you pull it away to see the notification.

You almost drop your phone as you see in bright letters - 𝙎𝙔𝙇𝙐𝙎 ♡ 𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐 5000.

"....are you fucking kidding me?"

There's a sly chuckle from your ruby eyed lover as he purrs back,

"Do I ever make jokes, kitten?"

Still unable to wrap your head around the amount of funds Sylus had just sent, you took a steadying breath before genuinely gushing to him,

"Thank you, Sylus."

There's a stunned pause from him. He leans back in his couch, hand over his face before he murmurs back,

"You're very welcome. You can always come to me for anything, no matter how small."

You go to retort but he cuts you off with a stern tone, "Time to put that stubborn ego of yours to bed, darling."

You can't help but think to yourself, 'a small price to pay for falling in love with a literal criminal. Worth it.'

"I will. I'm sorry."

There's a confused hum from Sylus as he questions,

"What's there to be sorry for? If you want something from me, all you have to do is ask."

There's a shuffling from his side before he adds,

"Choose a different colour. The one you chose is ugly."

You pout before looking out the giant windows off to the side, only to huff to yourself as you see Mephisto sitting in a branch, watching with a tilted head. His beak opens but you can't hear his screech, thankfully.

"... you knew I was here and still decided to bully me?" You pouted, whining slightly as you move your phone to your left hand, giving your artist your now free right hand. You tuck your phone against your ear with your shoulder before you flash your medium length stiletto nails towards the window, as if pretending to stretch your wrist before you ask,

"... do you like the shape, at least?"

Sylus hums for a moment before he grins into the phone, "They could be longer. Little kitten wanted some claws, hm?"

Your cheeks burned bright red, pulling a snort from your artist as you grumbled nonsense into the receiver, holding the phone in your grasp again.

"There's a red on the wall, first row, half way across. Between that ugly green and purple." Your eyes wander the wall of gel polish and nearly immediately spot the red he's talking about. "I want you to wear that one."

The same colour as his eyes.

You grin to yourself before teasing him,

"You just love to see me in your colours, don't you?"

There's a chuckle from him as you pull the phone away from your mouth to murmur your new colour choice to your artist. She raises an eyebrow and shrugs, getting up to reach the deep red gel polish and sliding the colour you originally chose into that empty spot.

"... I do. Is it so wrong of me to want what's mine to wear what I ask?"

Your heart nearly bursts out of your chest at his words.

"N-no, it's not..."

He grins wickedly, catching you in his trap as he teases with a purr,

"So you admit it then? You're mine."

You bite the corner of your bottom lip, trying to ignore your racing heart as you reply softly,

"I ah, um..."

"Say it."

You purse your lips into a tight line before sighing, relating to his demands as you comment as if brushing him off,

"Yeah, yeah, I'm your super hot girlfriend, whatever..."

You take a long drink from your water bottle before putting it back on the table as you ask,

"Satisfied?"

There's a soft groan from Sylus, too close to a moan for your heart to handle and you immediately feel your core twitch.

"I will be, once you're here and under me, those painted nails wrapped around my c-"

You choke on a breath, fumbling your phone for a moment before you snap in a high voice,

"Sylus! Behave yourself!"

There's a deep laugh from him, genuine and warm before he sighs jokingly. "Alright sweetie, if that's want you want..."

You groan to yourself before he adds darkly, all joking gone from him,

"Remember, that changes the second you walk into this house. You forget who's in charge, kitten."

You swallow heavily before murmuring,

"Yes Sir."

There's another low groan from Sylus again at your words and he's quick to demand you,

"Be here sooner rather than later. Don't keep me waiting, sweetie."

He hangs up before you can even gather his words, shaking your head slightly as you put your phone back down.

You look back up at your artist and you almost choke at the bright reds that adorn her face.

".... you heard all that?"

She gives a small nod, finishing off shaping your pinky before finally moving onto the gel polish.

"You sound like a lucky girl," she gushes almost sadly, a wistful sigh leaving her as she looks back up at you.

You give a slight shrug before murmuring, "I suppose ..."

You glanced over to the window again and hum to yourself as you noticed Mephisto was gone. 'Probably off to preen,' you think to yourself as you stick your hand under the UV light, curing the first layer of paint.

The second your nails were complete, you paid and left a hefty tip, promising to be back which the girl immediately booked you in for. Leaving the salon with a little pep in your step, you quickly made your way towards the N109 zone where Sylus' 'mansion' resided.

As you finally came through the front doors, Luke and Keiran whooped and whistled, taking in your dolled up appearance with approving cheers.

"Lookin' fine tonight, miss Y/N!"

"You look like a whole ass meal, miss Y/N!"

You rolled your eyes, unable to fight back the blush that over took your cheeks as you waved them off. "Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on..."

Wearing a short, black dress with a waved skirt, black designer patterned tights and red bottomed heels, you gave the two boys a little twirl before tucking stray strands of your hair behind an ear as you asked, "You promise I look okay?"

The two masked boys nodded enthusiastically and agreed, "Hell yeah, absolutely!"

Giving them a nod, you placed your bag on the long dining table before making your way to Sylus' office, connected to his bedroom.

You gave a quick knock before entering, not waiting for him to say anything as you always did. He sat on the couch, faced away from the door with a book in his hands.

"... You're late."

You stop just behind the couch, your hands twisting in front of you slightly as an anxious pirckle crawled up your back.

"I thought I was right on time," you murmured, looking to the side to take in his massive wall clock, frowning to yourself in confusion at seeing the time was 10 minutes ahead.

You went to speak up when Sylus suddenly stood, rubbing at his face with a tired hand before finally turning to you.

"If I say you're late, kitten, you're late. There's no room for -"

His words stop abruptly, his brows furrowing as he takes in your attire. You move your weight from foot to foot for a second, wishing you could shrunk yourself under his darkening gaze. "W-what...?" You cautiously asked, fiddling with the folded fabric of your short skirt.

He takes the few steps to you slowly, like a predator playing with it's prey before he finally bites out,

"I did not buy that for you."

You immediately think he hates it, your stomach sinking into the ground as you think about the wasted hours and money you spent on trying to look good for him.

"I-I bought it-" Your breath catches in your throat as he stands in front of you, one of his large hands splaying over your side and pulling your body against his. "D-do you not like it...?"

Sylus' irritated look simmers slightly as his hand roams the expanse of your side and back, his fingers playing with the long zipper resting on your spine. He leans his head down to murmur in your ear, "You have awful taste."

In a flash, he rips the zipper down and pulls the dress with a tug so it ends up on the floor, pooled around your heeled feet. Your frown deepens as he takes in the lacy bra and panty set you wore underneath, a sly grin taking over his sour expression as his eyes trace over every inch of you.

"This.... this I like."

Both his hands grip your waist, making you step out of the dress before pulling your form back to his own. Your hands meet his chest and you can feel the poke of his growing erection, fueling the tingling warmth that settled in your core. As his hands roam your skin, his thumbs trace over the lace on your breasts, taking in the intricate designs through the lace and suddenly he stops, his left thumb dancing over a certain pattern right over your nipple.

"... you got this on purpose, didn't you?"

His voice is playfully soft as he murmurs down at you, his eyes still glued to your breasts. "Crows, sweetie? You flatter me."

Your face and shoulders bloom in reds and your hands delicately brush over the soft shirt hiding his skin from you. Giving the shirt a slight tug, he leans down a little more with a chuckle before his lips meet yours, the fire inside you overflowing with want as your hearts raced in sync.

One hand moved to the back of his head, long nails ghosting over the base of his neck and through his short hair, pulling a rumbled groan from his chest that reverberated against your own. He pulls away momentarily to nearly purr in your ear,

"I was going to chastise you for showing up for our date in clothing I didn't get you, but I think I like the little surprise I unwrapped much more..." The genuine tone flowing from his words crawl over your skin like a hot breeze, causing your wide, doe eyes to stare up at him, the words you've been aching to say for weeks dancing on your tongue.

Sylus' gaze matches yours as he pulls away just enough to look down at you. His forehead rests against you, eyes locked for a moment before he pulls away to press a kiss to your forehead. "Sweet kitten," he gushes lightly as his hands keep your chest to his, lithe fingers tracing over your back and teasing over the clasp of your bra.

"Tell me what you want."

His demand meets your ears and your eyes fall shut, your heart screaming to burst out of your chest as you nearly beg him,

"I want you."

Sylus pulls away again, making you face to face as he demands again,

"Say it again."

You muster every ounce of adoration for this man into your gaze as your other hand moves from his chest to hold his face, your thumb just brushing over his bottom lip as you honestly reply,

"... I want you. Only you."

The corner of Sylus' mouth ticks up, as if trying to fight a smile before he murmurs in reply,

"You have me."

He presses a quick kiss to your lips as one of his hands moves from your breast to grip one of your asscheeks, giving it a small pinch before he whispers in your ear,

"Say you're mine."

His hand just hovers over your ass, waiting for the words to leave you and the second you pathetically whine softly, "I'm yours," his palm roughly connects with your flesh, the slap echoing in the room as a moan makes it way past your lips. "Again," he commands, his hand lovingly brushing the tingle away before it connects with your ass again as the words tumble out.

"I'm y-yours-!"

In a flash, his mouth meets yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth and devouring you from the inside out. It felt like forever, clinging to him as if he'd disappear the second you'd let go and he's quick to lift you in his arms, your legs immediately wrapping around his hips.

"I had so much in store for today," Sylus nearly grumbles as he nibbles on the side of your throat. "Though I think unwrapping the rest of you sounds like a better idea."

He takes three steps back and turns on his heel before tipping you forward til your back rests against his desk. He pulls back to gaze down at you, desire and fire burning in his eyes as his hands splay over your stomach and slowly crawl upwards, pulling soft whimpers and little gasps from your lips.

Youre unable to bite back the moan that slips out as he cages over you and grinds his hips into yours as he sighs lowly,

"I hope you're ready to take tomorrow off, sweetie." He captures your lips in a quick and heavy kiss before promising,

"I'm going to take every piece of you and claim it for myself."

He moves his face to your neck and bites down, hard enough to rip a choking gasp from your mouth before you moan back,

"All yours."

Your hands tangle in his hair and he groans, shivers running over his skin as he finally moves a hand to slip under the side of your panties, two of his fingers sliding along the length of your slit with purpose.

"Yes," he deems, eyes half lidded and dark as he reiterates to himself more than to you, "All mine."