#same with DS

[eggbem]

Pb&j duo angst and fluff :)

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[asiatic-apple]

you already know i love your sylus works (a big fan) and forgive me if you’ve done it but can i pretty please have smut prompt #17 with female reader for sylus ✨

I was so honored to write this for youuu, my #1 sylus fan!! I hope it's to your liking ❤️ Thank you so much for being here, and I hope the long wait for this was worth it

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Sylus x female reader

Words: 1.1k

Prompt: seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remembering how it got there in the first place

Content: use of “sweetie” and “kitten” as pet names, maybe too much dirty talking lol, very slightly implied exhibitionism, fingering, possessive sylus

Luke's low snicker is the first thing you hear when you enter the living room of Onychinus's base. You try to ignore it, only sparing him a confused look before returning to whatever you were planning to do before the distracting sound.

Ah, that's right—you came here to grab the hair tie you left on the coffee table yesterday. But your satisfied smile at finding it is quickly wiped away the second Kieran fails to stifle a giggle.

You freeze mid-motion, arms still halfway up after gathering your hair into a messy bun, and glance over your shoulder.

Sure enough, the twins are staring at you—clearly the object of their amusement.

“What?” you ask, already bristling at the way they nudge each other in between chuckles.

Luke shrugs, bringing a hand to the absurd-looking beak of his mask, as if he's hiding a grin. “Nothing,” he sputters, not so convincingly.

Kieran doesn’t even bother trying to lie. “Looks like someone had a fun night,” he drawls.

It takes you a second to register what he means. Then you remember how sore the skin along the junction of your neck and shoulders felt this morning. It was a bit too far in the back to see in a mirror, so you didn't know the extent of what Sylus left there last night.

But now you're putting two and two together.

Heat rushes to your face, your hands flying up to cover the back of your neck, even though it’s far too late for that. Luke and Kieran's snickering fades as you leave in a huff.

With each stomp you take toward Sylus’s bedroom, your embarrassment turns to annoyance before you barge in and shut the door a little harder than intended.

Sylus barely looks up from the book he's reading by the fireplace, but you swear there's a slight tug at his lips as soon as you growl his name. It's like he knew this would happen.

You cross your arms when you stop in front of him. “Would you care to explain why Luke and Kieran were laughing, quite literally behind my back?”

He leaves you in a few seconds of suspense before his deep scarlet eyes lock onto your pouting face. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about, sweetie,” he replies, an infuriatingly smug lilt to his voice.

The sudden, gentle push of his Evol at your lower back teeters you off balance—just enough for you to fall forward. Right as you land in Sylus’s lap, he chucks his book to the small table beside him. Now his attention is fully on you.

“Sylus,” you warn, cheeks still warm from a heady combination of mortification and the fact that you’re pressed against him now. “Just how much of a mark did you leave on me last night?”

He hums, nuzzling into your neck with a chuckle. “What’s wrong?” He plants a heated kiss to your skin, presumably atop one of the hickeys he left there. “You don’t like the gift I left for you?”

You should push him away. Really, you should. But then his teeth scrape the spot right where the faintest sting still lingers, and your pussy clenches beneath rapidly dampening cotton.

“Even after I was so meticulous with my…art.” He tuts in faux disappointment. “I assume you still haven’t taken a proper look at it.”

You gasp as he brushes his fingers over the collection of bruises he left, his finger hooking in your shirt collar to tug it a bit further down your shoulder.

At some point between his distracting touches and kisses, his phone ends up in his hand. The ‘click’ of the camera’s shutter makes you groan softly in frustration. But then he turns the screen toward you, letting your eyes land on the picture of your marked up flesh.

The bruises form a rough, messy shape, but it’s deliberate in its composition: a small line, twisting like a snake to form a bold ‘S’.

You give him a pointed look of annoyance. But arousal stirs at the sight of his initial bitten into your skin. He doesn’t miss the flash of lust in your eyes. His canines peek out between curved lips—a wicked smile that only heightens the feeling swirling in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m quite proud of it,” Sylus murmurs before locking his phone and tossing it aside. “It took a lot of restraint not to…stray from the path. You were moaning so sweetly.” His lips return to your neck, tongue flicking out to glide along the marks. “But that just meant you liked it.”

You don’t respond, but the way your hips jerk against his lap betrays you. He chuckles knowingly, dragging his hands down to your waist.

Leaning closer, he whispers in your ear, “And I think you liked getting caught.”

His fingers slowly dip beneath the stretchy waistband of your lounge shorts and then your underwear. You gasp when the rough digits graze your aching clit. But he doesn’t stop the descent until his large hand is cupping your pussy and applying gentle pressure.

“You walked around all day like this,” he whispers, pressing a kiss just below the base of your neck. “With my initial on your skin and this pretty cunt aching for me.”

You barely get out a sound before he slides two fingers inside you, curling expertly until you’re gasping into his chest.

“Are you going to let me do it again, sweetie?” he asks with all the innocence of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. “Maybe lower, this time. Somewhere they’ll never see. But you’ll feel the sting every time you sit down.”

His thumb rubs against your clit with mind-numbing pressure. Just the right amount to make you moan a bit too loudly. You whimper, rocking against his hand to take his fingers deeper, faster.

He laughs that low, breathy, too-sexy laugh that makes you grit your teeth. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he whispers. “Hm, such a desperate little thing. Something tells me you’ve been wet all day, haven’t you?”

He circles your clit a bit faster now, and your whole body shudders. His thick fingers feel like heaven when they curl and press just right. And Sylus knows exactly how you like it.

Still, he’s holding back—deliberately denying you the right push to make you fall apart.

“You need to say it properly if you want me to give it to you,” he growls, lips brushing against your ear. “Come on. Say you want more evidence of my affection for you, kitten.”

“Yes,” you whine too quickly, “yes—fuck—I want more, please.”

His lips curl into a sly grin as they trail more tender kisses against your neck. He’s gentle for now, aware of how sore this part of your body might be. But you know he’s not making empty threats. After you gush around his fingers, he’ll surely take you to bed and spend more time marking you up elsewhere.

“When I’m done,” he promises softly, “you’ll be dripping with reminders of me.”

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[skunkes]

[revercemii]

it’s mii (~_~;)

[mossycobblestonewrites]

DC X DP PROMPT #6

Damian has finally gotten through his worries about belonging within his family. This is great, but he's also Bruce's kid.. and it's been showing. Sure he's taken in hoards of animals, batcow, Alfred the cat... Goliath, packs of feral cats... But this is a bit extreme.

Damian stands crossed arm across from his family down in the cave, three newcomers standing behind him.

"Father, these are my new siblings." It's not even a question, it's just a fact.

Damian saw three white haired siblings fighting to the death in the streets and said 'we are related now'.

[hawker-the-gary]

Last Beat Chapter 1 is finally here!!

[ormymarius]

I kinda love how some of the lads guys go against expectations. Caleb has a boyish demeanor and friendly look to him (when he’s not the colonel) despite having obsessive and possessive tendencies towards MC, Sylus often shows compassion and wears his heart on his sleeve despite being a big scary mafia boss, Zayne is warm and caring despite having an ice evol and appearing stand-offish to some people.

like you get these first impressions of them and then there’s more once you dig deeper. I fear it can lead to misunderstandings sometimes but I think it makes them more complex characters.

[qkayoo]

from the same source

[yourqueenb]

Nightbound, Distant Shores, Immortal Desires, and With Every Heartbeat are the main ones

Widely disliked books poll

*Now we're talking books that get that HYPE. The fandom darling. Everybody stans. You think this book sucks (and probably didn't deserve more installments) and you feel like the only one when people call it god-tier

[iidilio]

୨୧ — so... welcome to my thirst talk ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

I only know that their fingers would make you see stars because they reach deep into your pussy...

[bxngxsart]

CALEB FANART! <3

3 more versions below the cut! (kisses, plain, valentines ver.)

and this one just for the art contest <3

[honeyblackberries]

DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE-

[alleyross]

thinking hard about “my beloved was born into apocalyptic terror” quote from mc at the end of dragon’s myth. how much of a grief she felt here. how she saw in sylus someone vulnerable and someone deserving sympathy, how she pitied him and wished to soothe him. she didn’t think like that of herself, when she herself was born into the same terror as well. but she felt for his struggles, for that young young dragon who couldn’t even hide his appearance well so he had to literally cut off non-human parts of himself to hide. thinking really hard about that quote for a month, i swear. just imagining her first thought if she ever remembered.

[marvels-universe]

@giftober 2024 + @mcuchallenge prompt Day 20: Crowded.

What If 2x09

[moldieecheese]

would you mind if i ask for a resq abt Miles newton? ☹️☹️ /NF LOVE YOUR ART

HIHIII TYYYY ANONN ‼️😼☝🏼

and i don't mind AT ALLL i love unprompted requests sm /gen

[chuluoyi]

the past : the dragon and the girl marked for execution

the present : the onychinus leader and the deepspace hunter