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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓. (final part to 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑.)

in the painful memory of what once was, sylus learns that love can't be bound where it was never meant to stay.

♱ pairings. sylus, fem!reader

♱ genre. angst, smut, boss/assistant, 18+

♱ tags. sylus's pov, reader is not l&ds!mc, sylus might be ooc, main story spoilers, razor's dance spoilers, nightplumes spoilers, lots of timeskip, fast-paced, unrequited love, profanity, petnames (kitten, sweetie), espionage, jealousy, brief smut, mentions of pregnancy/impregnation kink, mentions of accidents, suicide attempt, injuries, blood, usage of guns, usage of knife, killings, death, my own theories incorporated into the lore, sylus groveling bcos yall want him to

♱ notes. 9.5k wc. l&ds!mc is referred to here as 'diana'. THIS IS A REPOST of the original post i accidentally deleted. i already posted this several hours ago, so if you’re seeing this new one again, blame my dumbass 🤧 oh well life is life.

Sylus had a part of him that wished things could be different.

Ever since he turned away and left you that night at the alleyway, he didn’t really realize the chain of events his decision would set into motion. He simply underestimated how strongly your threats were backed by the grudge you had on him for bringing the hunter girl from Linkon into his base.

After all, you were just an assistant of his. And her, she was everything to him. It wasn’t just about the Aether Core, too—their bond stretched back into his distant past, into another planet where two of them ruled before the inhabitants of Philos came to ruin everything. Him and Diana had a connection he couldn’t sever no matter how much you had come to mean to him. And he spent years, centuries even, just to search for her.

So, how could a mere assistant he had known for less than a decade have such entitlement to her role in his life?

Eventually, days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. With your prolonged absence from the Onychinus base, Sylus’s business transactions and illicit deals had become increasingly unruly. He had grown too dependent on you as his right-hand woman, relying on your meticulous management to ensure all his illegal activities ran smoothly. Yet now, without your oversight, things were falling apart.

And while he was contemplating how to fill the void your absence had created, the office door slammed open. A subordinate soon rushed in, breathless and wide-eyed. “Boss, she’s betrayed us!” Luke exclaimed. “She’s gone to the Hunter’s Association. We got word that she was a high-ranking intelligence agent there!”

“A.K.A a spy!” yelled the other twin, Kieran, who looked equally hurt at your betrayal. “She fooled all of us. And here, we treated her like family.”

That was how Sylus learned that you had left the N109 Zone, seeking refuge in Linkon City, and had exposed critical intel on Onychinus. At the time, rage naturally exploded within him. Didn’t he take good care of you while you were here? He had given you everything, trusted you, and you had thrown it all away. Four years of falling into his trap. Four years of being his partner in crime, his right-hand woman, his lover. People even saw you as the modern day Bonnie & Clyde. Sylus couldn’t understand the root of your betrayal, couldn’t imagine how letting you slip away from his grasp would cost him so much in return.

When you vowed to do everything in your power to kill Diana, was this just a part of your grand scheme? What other machinations were you orchestrating in your pursuit of revenge?

“She’s a wild animal on loose.” Sylus looked up at the twins, maintaining a calm yet ruthless mien as he sat on the couch. He might be idly tossing a coin like he didn’t care, but inside his brain was chaos ensuing. “Where’s she now? Any news?”

It was Luke who shrugged in response. “She hasn’t been seen anywhere, boss-man.”

“We suspect the Association is hiding her,” Kieran added.

The hunter girl, Diana—the very girl you were jealous of, was sitting next to Sylus throughout the conversation. Their hands were connected by a strong energy linkage that was seemingly ignited by the Aether Cores in their bodies. They couldn’t separate themselves even if they wanted to. And God forbid you would have lost your mind tenfold had you seen their situation right now.

“That g-girl,” gasped the hunter girl, eyes wide in bewilderment at what she was hearing. “Sylus, your assistant. She did all that? She was a spy from the Hunter’s Association?”

Luke tilted her head at the girl, his beaked mask mocking her. “Oh, miss hunter! Haven’t you heard about the HIS? You should know them better than us.”

“Well.. what is the HIS?”

“Hunter Intelligence Services.” Sylus was the one who answered, releasing a deep sigh while rubbing his temples. “They’re top secret. Regular hunters wouldn’t have known about them, because they only deal with people like me.”

Diana looked between him and the twins, rubbing her wrist before moving closer to the boss of Onychinus. Her close proximity allowed him to smell her familiar sweet scent. “Is she… after me? But I don’t understand. If she’s part of the Hunter’s Association too, then shouldn’t we be colleagues?”

Kieran cleared his throat. “Ever since you came—”

“Place a bounty on her head,” Sylus interrupted the twins, and also ignored the question of the girl next to him. She didn’t need to learn the history behind you and him, or why you chose to target her. “Make sure to bring Y/N back to me. Alive.”

“Roger that, boss!”

It was his last desperate attempt to draw you back to him. Now that you had the Hunter’s Association protecting you, Sylus knew that locating you wouldn’t be as simple. Otherwise, he would have easily captured Diana long ago. He convinced himself that the bounty was to punish you, but deep down, he knew it was because he couldn’t bear to lose you to his enemies completely.

It took you a year to return to the N109 Zone.

Did you forget he had eyes and ears everywhere? He was the boss of that infamous No-Hunt Zone. Even if you leaked intel about his residences and the Onychinus base to the Hunter’s Association, Sylus still had a few tricks up his sleeve. He had hideouts in places that even you weren’t aware of, and the residents of the N109 Zone were loyal to him. Too loyal that they wouldn’t give any information to anyone no matter the consequences.

And how foolish were you to forget about Mephisto’s existence?

“Caw! Caw!”

The mechanical crow’s eyes glowed with the same red hue as Sylus’s as it landed on his arm, projecting visions of you entering the underground fight club disguised in an Onychinus uniform. It was almost farcical that you thought you could infiltrate a place Sylus frequented unnoticed.

But then, the vision shifted to you speeding on a motorcycle with a truck in hot pursuit. Sylus quickly recognized the truck’s decals—it was the hitman he often employed for dealing with his enemies, now terrorizing you in a high-speed chase. Without hesitation, Sylus grabbed his leather jacket and mounted his own bike, racing to your location in sixth gear.

He arrived just a minute too late. And what was meant to be a dramatic reunion turned into a scene of you lying unconscious and injured on the road, while the hitman grinned nearby with an expression of triumph. If it hadn’t been for your helmet, Sylus would have been met with the gruesome sight of your shattered skull.

“Mr. Sylus!” the hitman exclaimed, jumping out of his truck with arms outstretched in petty victory. “Can I get the $500,000,000 in cash?”

As Sylus’s gaze fell on your unconscious, injured body sprawled on the ground, a surge of anguish overwhelmed him in ways he couldn’t understand. But it was quickly replaced by seething rage—rage that made him summon his black-red mist, enveloping the hitman in its dark tendrils.

“I said not to harm her,” Sylus growled, his red eye glowing ominously against the desolate highway backdrop. “You failed your task.”

“P-Please, Mr. Sylus! I thought you—”

Without another word, Sylus scooped you up in his arms while his mist dealt with the hitman behind him. The hitman’s desperate cries were soon drowned out by the expanding tendrils, which tightened around him until he was engulfed. Then, in a violent burst, the mist exploded, reducing the hitman and everything around him to dust.

Sylus brought you to his underground hideout immediately after. And an unfamiliar—or perhaps strange—pang tugged at his heart as he gently laid you in bed, his gaze lingering on the road rash you obtained from the crash. The injuries were severe, with patches of skin nearly stripped away in the most brutal fashion he could think of. He could only imagine the burning pain you had to endure as soon as you skidded along the gravel, and Sylus felt his own frustrations knocking at the door knowing that he didn’t have the power to extend his fast-healing abilities to you.

“Tch. My kitten’s reckless as always, riding without the proper gear,” Sylus grumbled, looking at your unconscious body. “You’ve never been one to follow the rules, have you?”

To make up for his inability to save you on time, he applied a potent medicinal ointment all over your body and placed you in an anesthetized state while you healed. His mist enveloped you like a protective shroud the entire time you laid in bed unconscious. Every single day, Sylus tended to your wounds, changing your clothes and bandages, and applying the ointments over your bare body. He even took special care to ensure the twins did not enter your room without his permission.

Despite the care he showed, a persistent question echoed in his mind: Why am I doing this for you? You were his enemy, a traitor, and a woman who had betrayed him. It didn’t make sense.

That afternoon, feeling suffocated from this internal conflict, Sylus decided to leave you in the care of Luke and Kieran while he went to Linkon. He knew he needed space to grapple with the feelings that were driving him to care for you in the first place.

He needed to see the real woman he should be caring for.

Because you had not only exposed intel on Sylus and Onychinus to the Hunter’s Association, you also asked for them to isolate Diana so she would have no way to see or contact him. Who knew that mere feelings of jealousy would spark you to do such trivial things?

Frankly, you were insane. You were dark and twisted like him.

But in a way, it only underscored how similarly deranged the two of you were. Perhaps, in your madness, there was a strange compatibility—one that Sylus found unsettlingly fitting. The suggestion of you two being more a suitable pair than he and Diana gave him an unease that he couldn’t simply shake away.

It should be her. Her. Just her and her alone. He dedicated his whole life into finding her, yet you came into his life to ruin the foundations he had built to meet the person he was supposedly destined for. He had repeated it over and over in his mind like a broken record—the voices in his head telling him to let you go, to hurt you, to make you suffer.

However, as he stood across the pedestrian crossing, watching Diana from afar, a realization hit him like a cold gust of wind. There she was, oblivious to his presence on the other side, but the spark that once ignited in his heart whenever he saw her was gone. Now, his pulse remained steady and his heart stayed still.

With a wary glance around, mindful of any watchful eyes, he decided to pick up his phone and ring hers. It was a good thing he was able to seamlessly blend into the crowd, with his practiced nonchalance making him invisible among the throng of people. After all, he was Sylus Qin, the mastermind of Onychinus—disguise was second nature to him.

“Sylus?” Her voice came through the line, tentative and filled with a mix of emotions as she scanned the faces on the other side of the crossing.

“According to the conditions set by the Hunter’s Association, we shouldn’t be meeting again.” His voice was steady, almost detached, as he kept the phone pressed to his ear. “Or if not, you will be marked as a Tenebra.”

Her eyes eventually found him amidst the walking crowd, keeping an expression on her face that showed both longing and forlornness. “Not the first time someone has been marked a Tenebra because of you,” she managed to slip in a snarky remark in her worried expression. “Are you hurt? Did they hurt you?”

“Are you worried about me?” he nonchalantly asked, watching as she stepped off the curb when the light turned green. Each step was a step closer to him, but nothing changed the pace of his own heartbeat like it should have. Nothing stirred within him as it once did.

“You have the audacity to use a phone when you’re right in front of me,” she snapped, frustration flaring as she yanked the phone from his grasp. Without hesitation, she grabbed his arm, dragging him along with her to escape the dangers of being seen in public. They ended up in an alleyway, a place hidden from prying eyes, an irony that made Sylus chuckle under his breath. The alleyway. Why has that become such a memorable place to him? “Sylus, what’s so funny? I was so scared something happened to you! You couldn’t even call me back or text me the past few days?”

He remained expressionless as he observed her outburst. Strange. In her frantic worry, she reminded him of you, and it was a discomfiting parallel that sent chills down his spine. “I said I’d need to disappear from your life completely, so I have to tie up loose ends,” he began, each word seemingly a dagger to her heart. “We haven’t been able to resonate either way, sweetie. There’s no reason for us to keep meeting.”

“No!” she adamantly denied the thought, pulling him into an embrace. “No, you’re not allowed to disappear just like that! We need to find a way to get—”

“It’s a dangerous gamble to be caught in my world,” he said in a low voice.

But she was stubborn. “I’m already caught in it! So, please, Sylus, take me with you. Take me to the N109 Zone or wherever you’re hiding. I want to be where you are.” And in spite, she uttered words that made Sylus think twice about his perception of you. “It’s her fault that this is all happening. She’s a traitor to you and to the Association. Her loyalty isn’t with anyone but herself, Sylus. She’s the one who needs to disappear!”

Back at his hideout, Sylus was careful to ensure that Diana remained oblivious to your presence in another room. He was already grappling with how to manage the situation—torn between the woman he loved and the woman he had wronged who, ironically, were both now under the same roof. The thought of you two crossing paths was a nightmare he didn’t want to deal with, so he gave strict orders to the twins, notorious for their loose lips and loud mouths, to keep Diana far from you.

Because when Sylus returned to your room, he knew you were awake. The dark classical music playing from the vinyl record had likely stirred you from unconsciousness. It had been nearly a week since the crash, but thanks to his meticulous care, your wounds had mostly healed, leaving only faint scars behind.

“You can’t hide from me forever.” Sylus hovered over you to whisper into your ear, summoning his protective black-red mist to slowly release you. “Wake up, kitten. We have unfinished business.”

When you finally opened your eyes after what felt like an eternity, Sylus told himself it was natural to feel relieved, that it was only right for his heart to soften at the sight of you returning to consciousness. But as you awoke, the voices in his head—the damned, relentless voices—grew louder, mocking him, provoking him, and luring him into darker thoughts. His right eye began to glow like a flickering candle, and when he saw the fear on your face, the words that followed weren’t his own. They were driven by the unforgiving side of him he couldn’t control, a side that thrived on your terror. The beast that couldn’t be tamed.

She’s a traitor.

Punish her.

Hurt her.

Devour her.

While in a heated, dramatic exchange with you, Sylus was spewing words he didn’t mean. He was doing actions without regard. He was mocking your pain. Your jealousy. Your heartbreak. The drive to hurt you was strong in his head, but he fought desperately against it. The demon inside him that tried to consume his every thought. He tried to battle his own self just to protect you.

“I betrayed you because of her!”

His laughter died down, but the amusement in his eyes only deepened, replaced by the wicked smile on his face that enjoyed seeing you suffer. “It’s always been about her, hasn’t it? You see me with her, and you can’t stand it. It eats at you, makes you act out.”

You tried to move away, but Sylus pressed his foot firmly on your wrist. She betrayed you, Sylus. Punish her.

“I’ve seen your struggle,” he continued, his voice soft but laced with corrupt satisfaction. “The way you watched me with her, the way it gnaws at you. It’s almost poetic, really.”

It wasn’t until you reached for the gun on his nightstand, pointing it at yourself, that Sylus snapped out of his dark trance. The horror in his eyes was a stark contrast to the sorrowful shine in yours as you stood there, sobbing in front of him. Each word you spoke was tailed with the pain of a heart shattered by everything he had done and said.

“...All I wanted was your love,” you choked out with tears cascading down your face, “I j-just wanted you to love me. I turned my back on the H.A. for you. I left all my friends and family for you.” Your breathing was still for a moment, but your heart had already been blown into smithereens. “All I had was you. I loved you. I devoted all my body and soul into loving you, Sylus. Why c-can’t I have even a little bit in return?”

Even as his gaze softened and a flicker of regret passed across his face, you had already made your decision when your finger tightened on the trigger. The recoil jolted your wrist, but before the bullet could find its mark, Sylus’s hand shot out and expertly deflected your aim. Instead of ending your life, the bullet shattered a window, ricocheting off the glass and disappearing into the night.

“Are you out of your mind?!” Sylus roared, his voice a thunderous mix of fury and disbelief.

You were barely responding to him as he cupped your cheeks and forced your lachrymose eyes to lock into his crimson ones. It was as though you had already resigned yourself to reality, that ending your own life would have been a better option than being with the man you hopelessly loved.

“Y/N,” Sylus tried to shake you awake, desperate for you to look into his eyes. “Y/N! Enough. Let’s end this game.”

“...I was never playing one with you.”

Sylus was overwhelmed by a profound, indescribable pain that pierced his chest. It was a pain that mirrored yours but was infinitely more intense. “I warned you many times before to never fall in love with me,” he said in a low, softened voice, “It’s for the best, and it’s what will keep you safe. Why don’t you listen?” He longed to pull you into his arms, but the crushing reality was that he only now realized how deeply he cared for you. It was devastating that his awakening had come at the cost of your near-suicide, forced by a love he was unable to return.

Was it truly too late for him to come to terms with his feelings for you? Was it too late to accept that he had fallen in love with you rather than the woman he believed he was meant to be with?

His answer came in the form of a gut-wrenching realization. It manifested in the frantic voice of Diana—the woman he believed he loved, piercing through the haze of his thoughts by yelling, “Sylus, step back!”

“No!” he shouted, his black-red mist swirling to intercept the bullet.

But his efforts came too late. The bullet had already been set in motion, and it tore through the side of your head.

It penetrated your skull with a cruel precision, not just once but twice. And the warmth of your blood seeped through his fingers as he caught your head before you fell onto the floor.

Sylus’s mind raced with the enormity of what had just happened. His face grew ashen as he looked at your bloodied head and lifeless eyes, a wave of acid welling up his chest until he couldn’t breath. But the reason for his suffocation was because of his own guilt and grief. It was at the force of a sledgehammer when he was hit with the admission that he had always been in love with you. All along, despite your tangled mess, it was you who had captured his heart in this world.

His chest tightened, his breaths coming in ragged, broken bursts, while he held you close in his arms. And your last three words, your very last words of “I… love… you…” as you stared despairingly at him was icing on this bitter cake.

No… no!

He couldn’t fucking accept it. He was losing his mind, he was going insane. He was plunging into madness. Utter hysteria. “Y/N, please,” he begged, his voice breaking as your eyes, once full of life and light, were now glazed over with the sheen of death. “Don’t leave. No, I can’t let this happen!” For the first time in a long time, he once again felt hot tears leaving his eyes. It was an emotion so rare it only ever showed toward the people he deeply cared about. “I love you too,” he struggled to say. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean what I said back there.”

Sylus held you close, disregarding the blood staining his clothes while he was consumed by agony and regret. He had driven you to this, pushed you away, and then drawn you back into his orbit only to lose you forever.

Though he may have conquered your heart, in doing so, he had only destroyed the both of you. The memory of your love and the warmth of your touch would haunt him for the rest of his days. And as he held your lifeless body, he knew that he would never be whole again.

But it shouldn’t be too late. No, it shouldn’t! He didn’t know if it was the hysteria or adrenaline kicking into him, but he had thought of an idea—no matter how immoral—that would return you back to him. He just couldn’t weigh which strong emotion he had to deal with first; should he grab the gun and shoot Diana out of anger? Or should he ignore her presence entirely and just focus on you?

Sylus chose to proceed with the latter as he carried you through the corridors of the base, his steps heavy with guilt and his shirt drenched in blood as you remained unconscious in his arms. The hunter girl had followed him in his spiritless steps, her eyes wide with confusion over his anguish.

“Sylus, why are you doing this?!” she demanded, grabbing his arm to halt his progress. “She would’ve killed you. That girl’s a traitor!”

Although he stopped in his tracks, he couldn’t really return her gaze. His eyes could only look at your lifeless ones. “That girl you shot in the head,” he spoke low and in despair, “is my woman.”

Diana was horrified. “But… but you never said—” Before she could finish, the twins intervened, holding her back from pursuing Sylus further. “What about me?”

He had already turned away. “I’ll fulfill my promise to protect you from afar, but this is where our paths part. Do not come near me again.”

Sylus stood over your unconscious body, his eyes bloodshot and tears-streaked, while his heart pounded with a mix of grief and desperation. He had summoned Philip and the finest surgeons he knew to his hideout, where you lay in a medical bed, exposed and vulnerable, as if you were a subject in a desperate experiment.

Philip arrived with a grim expression, his eyes scanning the scene with both skepticism and professional detachment. Sylus could barely contain his desperation as he demanded, “Do everything you can to save her. Even if it means infusing a high-grade protocore in her brain.” After all, he had plenty of that. Sylus had all the resources, protocores of the highest grade, each with their own purpose and capabilities.

Yet Philip hesitated, his face contorting with concern. “Mr. Sylus, you know I can’t do this. She’s gone. The best thing to do is accept—”

That was when Sylus’s composure cracked. He kicked the nearby chair out of rage, tears streaming down his face as he begged, “You’ve done it before. Do it again! Please, I need her to live!”

The sight of Sylus, usually so imposing and dominant, breaking down in front of him was shocking. Philip felt a pang of sympathy toward the Onychinus boss who was willing to do everything for a woman who was already dead. His hands trembled as he spoke, “I-I can try. But I’m warning you, Mr. Sylus… even if she survives this, there’s zero chance her memories will be the same. They may even become altered, and it will be out of our control.”

Sylus’s gaze never left you. “I don’t mind. Just do it.”

Weeks later, Sylus found himself in a secluded alleyway, meeting with a deepspace hunter who was also an enemy of his from another planet. Of course, the atmosphere was tense as both men stood in front of each other, eye-to-eye, carrying a defensive stance from one another.

They were never friends. But that day, they weren’t enemies either.

“How’s she?” Xavier broke the silence first.

Sylus answered with a low voice. “She hasn’t woken up, but she’s stable.”

“Why’d you ask to meet?”

“I want you to look after her,” the Onychinus leader began, his voice steady but carrying an undertone of desperation, “Speak to the Association about taking Y/N back and forgiving her for her betrayal. In return, I’ll step away from Diana’s life. She’s all yours. I just want Y/N to return to her normal life.”

Xavier’s expression was serious. “You’re forgetting you still have a bounty on your head.”

“And you’re forgetting you and your backtrackers destroyed the planet where I was living,” he replied in equal disdain, but only enough to trap Xavier into a wall of guilt and obligation.

“I’ll see what I can do,” said Lumiere—or, in his current form, the deepspace hunter, Xavier. “The HIS will be easy to convince. But what if she wakes up and wants to go back to the N109 Zone?”

Sylus felt a tug of deep sadness pulling at his heart. “She won’t. Her memories of me are gone for good.”

If this was his karma for hurting you, then it was definitely the worst kind.

Sylus maintained a distant watch over you after you returned to Linkon, observing from afar as you rejoined your life with the support of the Hunter’s Association and former colleagues. Each day, he sent Mephisto to monitor your whereabouts, carefully tracking your interactions and daily activities. The mechanical crow often returned with glimpses of your life, which Sylus scrutinized with intense focus as if he were watching a movie. Each glimpse offered him a sense of relief, happiness even, at knowing how easy you were settling back into your old life.

You had been officially dismissed from the Hunter’s Association due to a medical condition that rendered you unfit for duty, but they continued to cover your pension and provided free lodging—likely thanks to Xavier’s persuasive influence over the Association. The official story was that you had been sent on a dangerous mission where a Wanderer had placed you in a life-threatening predicament. The narrative praised your honor and dedication to the end. There was no mention of Sylus, Onychinus, or the N109 Zone. No hint of the life you had once led or the truth behind your memory erasure.

Yet, in a bitter twist of irony, perhaps the story you were told may not actually be farther from the truth.

After all, Sylus was the dangerous monster that sent you to that life-and-death situation.

But at least now, you were well cared for. So much so that Sylus fought to contain his jealousy whenever Mephisto’s eyes relayed visions of you sharing lunch with a physician named Dr. Zayne. He struggled to mask his irritation as he saw the man drape an arm around your shoulders while guiding you out of the hospital or wrapping a scarf around your neck to keep you warm. He would often even drive you home and send you gifts that were masked as tokens of “recovery.”

Bullshit.

Sylus clenched his fist, his thoughts of jealousy consuming him. My girl, he thought in despair, my beautiful girl is cherished by other men, while he remained imprisoned in the desolate shadows of the N109 Zone, longing for you.

Eventually, Sylus felt an overwhelming urge to see you in person. After discovering that you had taken a job at a café in Bloomshore District, he convinced himself that observing you from a distance wouldn’t cause harm. He just wanted to be near you, to ensure your safety, and to protect you from any potential threats.

As he sat on a nearby bench, Luke joined him with a comment. “Boss, you said we needed to disappear from her life.”

Kieran, taking a seat on Sylus’s other side, added, “Do you think she’d recognize us if we walked into that café? If she doesn’t, I’ll give her a hard time with my orders ‘til she remembers us!”

“Ha ha! Let’s do that!”

“Boss, let’s go!”

“Leave her be.” Sylus took a deep breath, adjusting his sunglasses and setting aside his newspaper—part of his disguise—as he watched you through the café window. He noticed the subtle traces of familiarity in your actions, but the connections that once bound you were now distant memories. “...I’m just here to make sure no one’s bothering her.”

The truth was, he wrestled with his emotions each time he visited the café you were working at. He wanted to approach you, to speak to you, but he hesitated each time because of the fear of rejection and the pain of seeing you not remember him holding him back. There were so many what-ifs in his head that it drove him insane to think about.

Because if anything, what if you were already seeing someone else? What if you were already in a relationship with that scumbag doctor from the Akso Hospital?

It was petty jealousy that drove Sylus into stepping into the café. And the first time your eyes met since you resurrected, his heart initially froze, then raced uncontrollably. His heart swelled with hope as you looked up at him, but it was quickly replaced by the lack of recognition in your eyes the moment you spoke from the counter.

“Hi. What can I get you?” you asked, treating him no differently than any other customer.

Sylus was caught off-guard, but he knew he had to play the part. “I, uh, I’ll get an Americano. Large.”

“Alright, sir. And your name, please?” you asked, following your routine without any real interest in the man before you.

But in a way, this was a relief for Sylus. It confirmed that the protocore embedded in your head was functioning as intended, and that any dark memories from the past had been completely erased, even if it meant he was no longer part of your life.

“Skye,” he said with a soft smile. “That’s my name.”

There wasn’t a single day Sylus missed visiting the café.

At first, he worried that his constant presence might seem odd, or that you might think of him as a stalker. But as the days passed, seeing you became an essential part of his routine. A day without catching a glimpse of you felt incomplete, almost maddening. Seeing you was like a drug he couldn’t get enough of.

Initially, you found his regular visits a bit strange, but gradually, the small interactions between you two evolved. Sylus began to appear at the café just when you needed him most—whether it was fixing a broken coffee machine, addressing rude customers, or simply offering a helping hand. These acts of kindness somehow transformed your view of him. What started as a customer-service relationship slowly became more personable, and in recent days, you often greeted him warmly and smiled whenever he walked in. If only you knew how badly it warmed his heart that he got to do things for you without making him feel like he was intruding in your life.

And to be honest, Sylus even felt like he might be—as Luke termed it—foolishly ”crushing” on you.

“Who knew our boss-man could be a hopeless romantic~?”

There was a time when he visited the café, only to find out from your manager that you called in sick from work. Sylus knew where you lived, but going to your place uninvited was a different story. He had to put some boundaries no matter how worried he was for you. But that was when Mephisto became useful; the mechanical crow would simply fly off to your place and observe you from outside. Then, an idea to drop a box of medicines and chocolates at your balcony was something he had thought of at the last minute.

Back in the N109 Zone, Sylus anxiously looked at his crow. “Are you sure she didn’t see you?”

“Caw! Caw!”

“Did she eat the chocolates?” he asked, exhaling a deep breath he didn’t think he was holding.

“Caw! Caw! Caaaw!” Mephisto responded, fluttering its wings as if to reassure him.

And then, that day happened.

The day Sylus finally gathered the courage to ask you out, fate had other plans. And what began as a simple gesture to offer you a ride home during a stormy night quickly escalated into something far more intense.

Because one moment, he was offering you a ride. The next, he found himself in your bed, having the most passionate sex he had ever had with someone. He wasn’t even sure if he could call it that, because it felt more like he was making love to you, even if to you, he was probably just an attractive guy you unexpectedly hooked up with.

So, he had to make himself known. He had to hear his real name leaving your lips. “Sylus,” he breathed into your ear, hands tracing your curves, “Call me Sylus, kitten.”

That night, he was an insatiable man who could only be satisfied by his woman.

When he was buried far too deep inside you, he enjoyed the sight of ecstasy on your face and lavished at the sounds of your titillating moans with his every thrust. Not only did he miss the feeling of your walls tightening around his shaft, he also remembered how badly you used to want him to cum inside you.

And so, he did just that. At his climax, he released hot spurts of seed into your womb, fulfilling a wish from the past that he used to deprive you of.

But as the night progressed and the heat of the moment faded, the conversation shifted to a more profound and emotional terrain. Sylus wrestled with the urge to reveal the truth about his true identity—every painful detail and the secrets he kept from you. Yet, he knew that doing so would only complicate matters further and risk causing you more pain. The idea of hurting you again, after such a meaningful connection, was unbearable to him, especially now that you were still fragile as glass, ready to shatter at any moment.

“Why do I get the feeling that I was the one who experienced a one-sided love before?”

“No, you were loved. You were very loved. There was no one else,” he pressed, forcing you to believe the narrative with his rueful eyes staring back at you. “I was the one who wasn’t worthy of you… But I’d like to try and win your heart again this time. If you allow it.”

“Sylus… I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry for not recognizing you before. I just… I lost a chunk of my memories, and I don’t know if it’s been altered or what, but…” He caressed your back as you took a deep breath. “I’ll try to remember, okay?”

“Please don’t.” He shook his head, crestfallen as he thought of the past that was rightfully erased. “And there’s no need for apologies, sweetie. There wasn’t anything you did wrong.”

Your relationship with Sylus remained unclear since that night. And it seemed as though the roles had reversed—now he was the one left wondering where he stood in your life. Because on the surface, it did seem like you were willing to work on building a relationship with him again, but every encounter you two had were always physical rather than emotional.

Sylus found himself at your apartment frequently, three or more times a week, engaging in intense, passionate encounters. He had lost track of how many times you two could do it in a single night, exploring every possible position, in every corner of your home. He had tried his hardest to make you feel like he was the only man who was more familiar with every inch of your body than anyone else. Yet, despite the physical closeness, he sensed that the emotional barriers between you remained intact.

No matter how deeply intertwined your bodies became, the walls around your heart remained firmly in place, and Sylus knew that there was a part of you he still couldn’t reach.

That, and the fact that he was still seeing you interact a little too closely with that doctor from Akso.

It somehow didn’t surprise you when Sylus’s car showed up outside the hospital to pick you up, and you got on with a guarded look.

“How’s it for my kitten today?” Sylus asked as he secured your seatbelt, his lips brushing against yours in a quick peck. “You didn’t mention you’d be at the hospital.”

You shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. “Oh, I just... didn’t think I needed to inform you of my whereabouts.”

Dammit. He knew you weren’t officially together, but it hurt more than he cared to admit. And it didn’t help that Sylus’s pride couldn’t naturally take it, so he probed more. “That doctor. He’s not your neurologist, is he? It seems a little inappropriate for him to always be around you like that.”

“Well, I’ve known Zayne for a long time,” you merely replied, eyes focused on the view outside rather than the driver of the car. “I’d also appreciate it if you'd be less territorial over me, Sylus. I know you said we have a history together, but I don’t remember a thing, so… I hope you won’t rush me.”

The Sylus you knew back then would have been enraged. Who were you to order him around? Who were you to tell him what he should and shouldn’t do over someone he rightfully owned? But he was a changed man now, and it was all because of you. You were the beauty that tamed him into a powerless beast.

“I understand,” Sylus replied, swallowing his pride as his hands tightened around the steering wheel, focusing on the road ahead. “I apologize.”

He heard you sigh beside him, and a part of him wondered if it was out of sympathy. But before he could dwell on it, you spoke up, your tone more serious. “I was at the hospital today because I had a pregnancy scare.”

Sylus hit the brakes at the red light a bit too abruptly, his heart racing in excitement. “Are you?”

“No, thank God,” you breathed out in relief. “But... can you please stop doing it inside? I really don’t like it. It’s not smart for me to get pregnant by a man I barely know.”

His chest tightened in a way he couldn’t describe. The old you nearly begged him for a baby so he could be yours forever, but he was aware that this version of you right now was not the same. It never would be, and that was the price he had to pay for love.

“I won’t do it again.” Once again, swallowing his pride. “I’m sorry.”

You still invited him to sleep at your apartment that night, and your reason being to work on the memories of him you had lost. Time and time again did Sylus tell you it was better you didn’t remember them, but he could also understand your dilemma when you told him that you always felt like a piece of you was missing ever since that “accident”.

“And this ugly scar on my temple,” you pointed it out, settling into your side of the bed. “What kind of Wanderer did I fight for me to get a traumatic brain injury?”

Sylus placed a tender kiss on your scar. “Perhaps it was a heartless monster more terrifying than a Wanderer.”

Like me.

“Oh, well.” You pulled the sheets over your body, suggesting you two would have no action tonight. “Good night, Sylus.”

“...Sleep tight, kitten.”

You didn’t need to worry, though, because he wouldn’t have touched you even if you had explicitly asked him to. After hearing your words that afternoon—about not wanting to get pregnant by him and asking him to stop being so territorial—Sylus felt the need to pull back and be more cautious in his actions toward you. Your words had cut deep, but he understood you were only protecting yourself from a man who was, essentially, still a stranger to you.

And despite the sting, he had promised himself that he would be patient for the only woman he cared about.

However, that same night was a different story.

No, it was actually way past midnight when Sylus woke up from an agonizing scream that pierced the silence of the night, chilling him to the bone. Instinctively, his hand reached out to the side of the bed where you should have been, but the sheets were cold and empty. And then panic gripped him, forcing him to leap out of bed, his mind racing with a single horrifying thought: the protocore.

He darted outside of your bedroom and deeper into your apartment space, his eyes scanning every shadow, every corner. The image of you, eyes wild and frenzied, ravaged by the effects of the protocore, haunted him.

What if it’s happening now? What if I lose her for good?

The horrifying thought of the protocore making you berserk like a wild Wanderer was always there.

His heart nearly stopped when he saw you on the kitchen floor, curled up, your body wracked with sobs. Relief washed over him to have found you, but it was fleeting, replaced by a deeper, more insidious fear. He tried to approach you cautiously, his voice soft as he placed his hands on your shoulders, “Sweetie, are you okay?”

You flinched at his touch, and when you turned to face him, the sight made his blood run cold. Your eyes, usually so warm, were now wide and filled with tears—tears of terror, of anger. And in your trembling hand, you held a knife, its blade gleaming in the low light as you pointed it directly at his throat.

“Don’t come any closer!” you cried, your voice breaking at every word. Sylus froze, his breath catching in his throat as your sudden hostility surprised him. The knife’s tip hovered dangerously close to his skin, but it wasn’t the threat of violence that shook him—it was the raw, unfiltered pain in your eyes.

“Kitten, let’s talk about it calmly.” His voice was laced with cautiousness.

“Stop calling me that!” You swallowed hard, your grip on the knife tightening. “You! I had a nightmare... about you. But it felt real, like a memory. You were torturing me at your base, laughing... and then, you shot me in the head.”

Sylus’s heart dropped into his stomach at hearing your altered memory. He felt his soul tear apart at the edges as he stared into your tear-streaked face. “It was just a dream. It wasn’t real, kitten.”

But you weren’t listening. “But is it also not real? That you…” You uttered each word with a threatening voice, “are the boss of Onychinus?”

The question hit him like a physical blow. He opened his mouth to answer, but the words were stuck in his throat and refused to form. He was trapped. The situation felt like a dead end—he could deny that your dream was a real memory, but admitting he was the leader of Onychinus would only validate that lie.

His silence alone was an answer to you. And your expression crumbled into one of betrayal at that. “You lied to me! You’ve been lying to me this whole time. How am I supposed to believe anything you say now?”

The anger in your voice enforced the stillness of Sylus’s breath. He knew he had no saving grace from this situation, but still, he took a step closer, his hands raised in a placating gesture. “Y/N, I never wanted to hurt you—”

“Get out!” you screamed, the knife shaking in your hand. The sight of you so broken, so shattered, tore him apart. “Get the hell out of my sight! I don’t wanna see you ever again, you monster!”

But Sylus couldn’t leave—not like this, not when you were hurting because of him. So in his desperation, he lunged forward, grabbed your wrist, and forced the knife into his own chest. The sharp pain radiated through him as he plunged the blade in and stabbed himself repeatedly, his face twisted in agony, but not from the physical pain. This was nothing compared to the torment of knowing he was the source of your suffering. Again.

“Even if I can’t die,” he choked out, his voice ragged as he tried to absorb the stinging ache in his chest, “I’ll take all of this pain away from you.”

His own blood soaked his fingers, staining your hands as he released his grip on the knife. It fell on the floor as he stepped back, his heart aching more than his wounds ever could, but those wounds easily healed. The pain of losing you again, on the other hand, would never heal.

He looked at you one last time, seeing his monstrous reflection from your frightened eyes, before turning away. Sylus walked out of the apartment with heavy steps, feeling his soul crushed from your antagonism. He knew he had lost you—perhaps forever—and the realization was more than he could bear.

A haze of cigarette smoke and the clink of glasses filled the air of the bar. Sylus sat alone at the counter, his new glass of whiskey untouched as he stared blankly into the amber liquid. The sting of alcohol was nothing compared to the numbness that had settled in his heart after that agonizing night with you. Every swallow of the hard liquor was a desperate attempt to drown out the torment of recent events, but the pain lingered, and it was damn persistent and unforgiving.

As he poured himself another drink, the muffled sounds of conversation around him blended into a dull roar. That was until a familiar voice cut through the haze—someone he wished he hadn’t come across.

“Sylus?”

He looked up, squinting against the dim light, to see Diana standing before him. He hadn’t seen him for the past year or so. And surely, her presence was unexpected, but he felt a sudden tinge of irritation at the sight of her. While her, she looked both apprehensive and determined, as if she had just made a hard decision to confront him.

“H-How have you been?” she asked the question as a conversation starter, but Sylus could see the faint hint of unease in her eyes.

He then straightened up, and his posture became stiff and defensive. “I told you it’s not wise for us to cross paths,” he said curtly, his voice slurred from the alcohol but still holding a note of finality. He didn’t want to engage, not with her, not tonight.

On the one hand, Diana’s eyes flickered with an emotion he couldn’t quite place—regret, perhaps. “I… I wanted to say sorry for what happened with Y/N. I didn’t realize how much she meant to you. Xavier… told me everything. About you and her.”

The apology was genuine, but the mention of your name was a fresh wound, and he felt the anger and sadness surge again, bubbling beneath his carefully maintained exterior. He wanted to lash out, to blame her for everything, but he swallowed the words, knowing it wouldn’t change a thing. In the end, this was all his doing and he couldn’t point fingers over the mess that he alone had created.

Sylus tried to stand up, the room spinning slightly as he steadied himself. “I’m leaving.”

But Diana stepped closer, her hand reaching out as if to stop him. He simply brushed past her, his movements unsteady but undeniably distancing from her. The desire to remain composed was slipping away, replaced by the harsh reality he faced every day since you were taken from him.

He made his way to the exit, pushing through the bar’s heavy door with a forceful shove. Sylus’s next move was to lean against the wall outside as the cool winter breeze blew on his face.

“Boss.” Kieran’s voice held a note of concern as he and his twin steadied Sylus by wrapping his arms around their shoulders. “We’ll take you home.”

Luke glanced at his brother with a sad glint in his eyes before leading Sylus toward the car. “Maybe it’s time to let her go, boss.”

February nights were the coldest. And it was supposedly the day for lovers, too.

Unlike the couples that littered the riverside, Sylus stood alone, his breath forming small clouds in the frigid air. His dark coat offered little protection against the biting wind, but he stayed committed, his gaze fixed on the empty expanse before him. Four hours had passed since he had sent you the message, and each minute he stood there waiting for you felt like an eternity. The biting cold gnawed at him, but he was determined to wait even if he’d end up getting frostbite. It was the least he could do.

The frozen river’s surface glistened with a thousand points of light as the moon cast its silver glow over the landscape. And for the next thirty minutes that passed, he was still alone.

She won’t be coming, said the voice in his head. Give up.

As he prepared to leave, the ache of disappointment settled in his chest, and his heart skipped a beat as he recognized you, standing cautiously across him, your eyes wide and filled with both curiosity and trepidation. The sight of you, despite waiting in the cold for hours, instantly warmed his freezing body.

“Thank you for coming.” He took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke. “I won’t keep you long.”

You maintained your distance, wary of his next move. “Why did you want to meet?”

With a slow, deliberate motion, he began to peel the scarf from around your neck, and he felt a prick in his heart seeing you flinch. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

He waited until you allowed him to proceed, his fingers brushing against your skin in a touch that was both gentle and reverent. You looked at him with confusion, the chilly air fought by the warmth of your breath. Sylus was just carefully replacing the scarf with the necklace he had given you long ago, the red Beryl crystal catching the light and sending soft, radiant glimmers into the night.

Do you even recognize it?

“I’m just returning a gift, kitten.”

As he fastened the clasp behind your neck, he pressed a tender kiss to the nape of your neck, his lips lingering for a moment before he straightened. That small gesture of his was actually carried by the depth of his affection and regret. And, if you may, it was his silent apology for all that he did to you.

“Sylus…”

His red eyes shimmered, intensified by the bloodshot whites. Sylus stared at your face with a mixture of love and ruefulness clouding his expression. He was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. And he struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to spill, with his voice breaking as he feathered the snowflakes that rested on your hair. “Take care of yourself. Always lock your doors at night and stay warm.” He took the scarf Zayne gave you, and pulled out a new one from his coat. It was a silly scarf with kitten prints all over it, that he soon carefully wrapped around your face and neck. “Wear that whenever you can.”

Your own eyes were large and rimmed with tears as though you were also hurting inside. “Why are you saying this?” you asked, keeping the weakness inside. “You sound like you’re saying goodbye.”

Sylus’s gaze was suddenly directed back to the river, but it was only because he had to avoid looking at your eyes or he would lose it. “The Association managed to track me here in Linkon and they’re still after me. I just managed to escape, but I can’t stay here,” he explained calmly, “I only came back to this city because of you… But now, I have to disappear, so don’t worry about having me around. I won’t bother you anymore.”

Your eyes widened in shock, and the tears that had been pooling your eyes finally spilled over. “Are you crazy?” you cried, seemingly unable to comprehend the words he was spewing. “You’re leaving me?”

Sylus’s heart broke at the sight of your tears, but he had to restrain any weakness by giving in. Instead, he reached out, and his hand trembled as he wiped a tear from your cheek. “I love you, Y/N.” He wanted to be the first one to say it this time. “Even if you regain all your memories of me—good or bad—I want you to know that I regret every pain I caused you. Even if you hate me, I’ll still love you. Today, tomorrow, and in our next lives.”

Sylus took one last, lingering look at you, his eyes filled with a sorrowful haze that nearly blinded his vision. He turned slowly, walking away from the river’s edge, with each step causing distance from the love he was leaving behind.

And you, you stood there, the necklace around your neck feeling heavy as you watched him disappear into the night. A surge of emotion overwhelmed you, and without thinking, you sprinted towards him. You took quick, long strides just to reach him, pulling him into a tight embrace, and crashing your lips against his in a bittersweet kiss.

Both of you cried as the kiss deepened, and you were encasing each other’s lips in a tight lock. The intensity of your emotions poured out in this poignant, intimate moment. And frankly, Sylus had never been this emotional. No one had ever seen this fragile side of him that he had always kept hidden. After all, what dominant, cruel boss of Onychinus would spill tears over a woman?

But they wouldn’t understand it. They never would.

When you finally pulled away, your eyes were red and swollen from tears. “Be careful,” you sniffled, barely unable to catch the breath you needed for the next. “Keep in touch if you can. And when I’m ready, I’ll find you.”

Sylus’s eyes were also filled with tears, but he managed a forlorn smile as he nodded. He reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle despite the heaviness of the moment. “I’ll wait,” he promised softly, his voice breaking slightly. “I’ll wait for you, no matter how long it takes.”

“Until we meet again.”

As he stepped back, the distance between you seemed impossibly vast, but the promise in your eyes and the love in his heart made the separation bearable, if only just. And when Sylus turned away, his heart was heavy but full of the hope that one day, you would find each other again. That one day, this distant love would become a cherished memory that you would look back on as you grow old and wrinkled, yet insurmountably happy and content with the life you had lived. With or without him.

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Check this out Captain

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Made a mouthwashing animation yayyy

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How things could've been

The second one btw is lowkey a fanart to the fic "knuckle white" on ao3

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"nature made me a freak, man made me a weapon, and god made it last too long."

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meow meow meow

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guy who has mistaken adrenaline for love and isn’t interested in correcting the mistake

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y’all love the morally gray, snarky, grief stricken characters until it’s a woman. i’ve seen so much discourse regarding female characters who display the exact same character traits as male leads and are criticized for it while the men are praised. let women be cruel and vindictive. let them deal with their grief and trauma in destructive ways. let them be real. give them the same treatment you would give to your favorite male love interest.

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I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -

I am fine with "the audience" -

downloading my fics

printing my fics

copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics

sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3

making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss

doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc

I am not fine with "the audience"

doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity

feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever

Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.

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Jason would probably wouldn't know he has daddy kink until you call him that in bed. Then when it gets him going, he makes sure you call him daddy in privacy only.

OMG YES WAIT IANFVKANSFK ITD GO SMTH LIKE THIS

“mmfh- fuck, daddy,” you whine form under him, lost in the pleasure of his cock stretching you wide open and his large fingers swiping across your clit.

his hips stutter for a moment before continuing with a newfound vigor. he stares down at you with low, almost predatory eyes as he mockingly murmurs, “aw yeah? you like daddy’s big dick fuckin’ you stupid, huh?” you moan in response, mindlessly nodding along to his velvety voice.

you can’t call him daddy in public because he’s developed a sort of pavlovian response.. if you call him daddy, within the next few minutes hell be sporting a semi hard-on in his jeans.

hell brush past you, intentionally pushing his bulge into your ass before grumbling, “look whatcha did, sweetheart,” and “ya gotta come fix this for me, baby.”

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RED LUST

Jason Todd x Reader x Roy Harper

Summary: “Princess, you don’t mind Roy hanging out with us, do you?”. Jason avoided your eyes for a few moments, on purpose you knew. He was waiting for you to calm down. He knew that you couldn’t stand the auburn haired man Jason insisted was his best friend.

Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW. Threesome.

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Well today is the day. It’s my birthday!!! As I hit the infamous dirty thirty this year, enjoy this thirsty fic and celebrate with me. 🥳😈💋 xoxo

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“It’s literally impossible to be a woman.

You are so beautiful, and so smart, and it kills me that you don't think you're good enough. Like, we have to always be extraordinary, but somehow, we're always doing it wrong?

You have to be thin, but not too thin, and you can never say you wanna be thin. You have to say you wanna be healthy, but also, you have to BE THIN.

You have to have money, but you can't ask for money because that's crass.

You have to be a boss, but you can't be mean.

You have to lead, but you can't squash other people's ideas.

You're supposed to love being a mother, but don't talk about your kids all the damn time.

You have to be a career woman, but also, always be looking out for other people.

You have to answer for men's bad behavior, which is INSANE, but if you point that out, you're accused of complaining!

You're supposed to stay pretty for men, but not so pretty that you tempt them too much or that you threaten other women because you're supposed to be a part of the sisterhood, but ALWAYS STAND OUT and ALWAYS BE GRATEFUL. But never forget that the system is rigged, so find a way to acknowledge that but ALSO, always be grateful!

You have to never get old. Never be rude. Never show off. Never be selfish. Never fall down. Never fail. Never show fear. Never get OUT OF LINE. It's too hard! It's too contradictory, and nobody gives you a medal or says 'thank you!' And it turns out, in fact, that not only are you doing everything wrong, but also, everything is your fault.

I'm just so tired of watching myself, and every single other woman tie herself into knots, so that people will like us.

And if all of that, is also true for a doll just representing a woman, then I don't even know." -Gloria the barbie movie

this is it. this is exactly it oh my god.

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“Die for You.”

summary: Jason is having complicated… feelings for (Name)— and they are so hard to articulate when he is so deep inside her

Tags: NSFW, sexual content, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, degradation (a small bit), praises, spitting, spanking (just one time), unprotected sex, dropping of L-Bombs, friends to lovers

Note: this is a repost! It kind of flopped when I posted this yesterday so I’m reposting it 😭 this is a second part to to the first post!

Jason Todd noticed it.

He always does, no matter how small the detail is, he can see her in a different light after that night, after making the small friend with benefits arrangement when he pumped her full with his cum.

The next few months, God, he was starting to notice it. She's glowing. The nights of her pussy milking his cock empty, she has this glow that he prides himself in because he made her feel that way after taking her ability to walk for the next following days.

But it's more than sex now, Jason thinks. He needs her, he needs to hear her voice every single day, he need (Name) on his side to ramble on her day, he can't do this friends with benefits anymore, fucking hell- Jason needs (Name).

Jason wants to look at her everyday, she's a painting, a masterpiece rather, with lots of perfections and imperfections, from the way how her watercolor eyes looks so good under the sunset rays, her lips that always curved up perfectly everytime her gaze landed on him, and her hands- they fit so perfectly to his that Jason wonders what would it be like to hold them everyday.

Jason loves her- wait. He stopped himself when he saw he's been staring her quietly as she tells her day about seeing a fat orange cat. She's so adorable, what the fuck.

Jason, that's your friend, don't fuck it up.

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"Jason." (Name) moaned when Jason pushed her head down in the bed, his cock pounds inside her pussy to feel her slickness coating him as he fucked her hard into the mattress like a beast in a heat, this was new, it was like he's frustrated when he's fucking her from behind that she could only mewl and squirm, gripping the sheets below her to take whatever Jason was giving her.

And he feels frustratingly good when he feels her cunt fluttering around him, it's like she's pulling his pulling his cock inside her so tight, not wanting his cock leave her warm pussy who's dripping wet, begging to be released. "Fuck." He groaned when she purposefully squeezed his cock to tease him, something she always does to rile him up more so she can get what she wants- and she wants it hard. “What a fucking brat."

Jason grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it, to make (Name) gasp when her eyes meet Jason's in the mirror's reflection who's looking at her with lustful desires, his hips not stopping to fuck her good like he wants.

She's so beautiful looking like a fucked out slut. His slut.

(Name) was about to close her eyes in pleasure but Jason landed his palm on her ass harshly, her eyes shot open and mewled at the impact, obviously making his cock twitched up when she realized she liked the stinging pain it left behind. "Don't you dare close your fucking eyes.” Jason groaned and let go of her hair, his hands now grabbing the flush of her hips to pull it back to meet his unforgiving pace. “Eyes on me, baby.” He went rougher, feeling the tip of his cock brushed a spongy feeling of her spot that made her arched her back, her head resting on her arm, locking eyes with Jason in lost pleasure.

There it is. Jason Todd knows that look, a desperate look that she's close.

"Close already?" Jason mocked her before leaning to pressed his chest down on her bare back and kiss her shoulder that made her whine softly. (Name) nodded feverishly, her mind couldn't comprehend a single coherent thought when she can feel him so deep inside her. Jason returned to his position to feel her deep again, his eyes looked down to her ass, watching his cock slicked with her own arousal goes in and out of her pussy, and Goddamn, Jason was mesmerized by the sight of how she takes him so well. His line of thoughts were disturbed when she lets out a small desperate mewl and he looked back at her in the reflection and smirked at the sight of a poor (Name) all fucked out.

"Please, Jason, I wanna cum so bad." (Name) moaned, desperately moving her hips to meet his and chase her oncoming orgasm, his eyes watched her features contorting to pleasure, ready to release in any given moment - to which the dark-haired man pulled out abruptly. He wants to see her come undone, her pretty face always gets to him when he make her see heaven.

"Jason!" (Name) groaned, feeling empty without his cock inside her. Jason didn't bother to answer her when he flipped her to her back and drag her lower half to the edge of the bed to which where he stands now. Jason postioned her legs to rest on his upper body, her ankles rested on his broad shoulders, and his hands hold onto her thighs to lift her hips up, her slit is positioned to Jason's erected cock and pushed in without trouble.

He stilled, hissing at the feeling of her warm pussy enveloping him again, a experience he would never get sick and tired of. If Jason moves now, he'd cum on the spot and that would be fucking embarrassing.

Slowly, he sets out a slow pace, his eyes looking at her expression.

Jason will always adore that beautiful sight of (Name) right now, who's lost again to the feeling of him filling her up whole, but he frowned when her eyes are closed again, she knew Jason loves eye contact and he'll always make sure he gets what he wants from her. "Hey," he patted her cheek with his large hand, careful not to hurt but enough for her to to open her eyes. "I said, eyes on me." He grabbed her jaw and his thumb rested her lower lip, as if telling her to open them.

(Name) obliged, her lips parting for him and Jason leaned down, puckering his lips to let a gobble of spit down to her open mouth, watching it in amazement when she moaned in delight, eagerly swallowing it with a lazy smile while looking up to him. There she is with the eye contact. Fuck.

Jason growled. He roughly moved her a bit up so he can rest his knees to the bed and wrapped her legs around his waist to feel her deeper and harder, just like how they both always wanted.

"You're being such a good girl for me." Jason groaned, praising her and sweet tight pussy, his hips not faltering from pounding her and his hands on her waist tightly, watching (Name) under his hold. "Good." Thrust. "Fucking." Thrust. "Girl.”

So fucking beautiful- when he praises her like that, how she melts at those simple praises. And she looks so damn pretty with (Name) looking like a gift sent for Jason to spend his time and efforts, to have her moaning his name like it's the only word she knows under him.

Her hair is a mess, her mascara is running down her cheeks, her lips letting out melody of moans and mewls because of him, her perfect tits bouncing when he fucked her so hard. He can feel himself close just by the sight of her lost on the feeling of his cock plunging deep inside her. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Jason." (Name)'s hand began to wander down and she rubbed her clit in front of him. This made the dark-haired vigilante smiled down at her, absolutely loving she's giving him a show for him to watch.

"Yeah? You like that?" Jason rolled his hips slowly like he's tracing his name on her pussy, marking it for his own, he's so obsessed of her that he couldn't help to do this everytime they fucked, and the best part is?

She enjoyed it, she loves it, and she lets him.

"Mhm." She panted out, her eyes looking down and watch how he rolled his hips so smoothly against her before switching back again to rough pounding her sweet cunt- this made her moan at the sight of it and feel herself getting wetter and closer to peak that euphoric feeling again. "Mhm? Yeah? You like playing with yourself?" Jason watched her moan, he's all sweaty but his stamina is something she always take serious for. (Name) could only nod and lifted her hips to meet his pace, always so needy and desperate for him to fill her up again and again.

He couldn't hold it in. So Jason rested his arms on the side of her head, his pace roughing up and captured her lips with his own that made him groan, she taste so sweet- fuck. "Jason," she whined against their kiss. “Wanna cum with you, please, please? Inside.” She pleaded and Jason groaned lowly at the sound of her helpless pleas. He pulled away and looked deep to her eyes, he can make out everything about her, from her long eyeslashes, her cute nose, her lips.

Jason doesn't want to let (Name) go- he just can't let her go and have other men have her that way he's having (Name) right now, he would rather die again if that was the case. "(Name).” Jason panted out, his brows furrowing, the hold she has on him dawned on him that he groaned at the thought of it, he's not complaining anyways. "Fuck you."

He getting close, and so was she that (Name) could only smile up to him with half-lidded eyes when he cussed her out. She's so pretty, it hurts.

With a few more thrust, (Name) came around his cock with a lewd moan of his name and Jason pupils dilated watching her cumming to his cock that he couldn't help it and bury his face on the crook of her neck.

"I love you." Jason groaned - And ropes of cum shot inside her pussy, his hips stuttering, his whole body getting weak and Jason puts down his weight on her, taking a deep few breaths but he didn't pulled out just yet.

Oh fuck. He said it. He didn't mean to- whatever, just out with it.

They both went silent, besides the heavy breathing, it was... quiet. The weight of his words finally sinking to (Name) and squirmed under his weight to get comfortable. "Uh... Jason you kind of slipped -"

"Shut up." He pressed his lips on her neck. " know what I said." Jason grumbled, his arms wrapping around her body to stop her from moving.

"And I mean it. I love you." the word is so foreign to him. "why do you have to come-" she snorted at that but Jason decided to ignore that. "And ruin me? You and your whole existence is a thorn on my side." Jason bit her neck, leaving a small love bite. "Don't even answer that." He said, he's not feeling to hear whatever witty retort from her right now.

"|... fuck- this was too fast, i'm sorry." Jason pulled back and watched her with rueful smile. "But damn it, fuck you, (Name), I want you. Not just your body. I want you. So let me take you out on a date and let me treat you the way you deserve, unlike those douchebags you go after." He means that, it may be a bad time for them to go heart to heart right now when he's still literally inside her, but if not now, when? He just doesn't want to be a friend she's fucking, he wants to be more than that to her. It's obvious that Jason doesn't have any experience in these kind of fields before, but whatever, he thinks.

(Name) wasn't expecting this but she laughs softly that made him smiled softly at the sound of her voice. This is such a stupid confession." Jason shrugged. "Hey, it's unique."

"I would love to." (Name) looked at him with a smile and Jason felt like all his stress melted just by looking at her with that damn smile.

But of course, Jason who's not an expert yet in any romantic field does what he needs to do.

"… good, but let's think about our date tomorrow." He pushed his hips again, feeling her again and grinned when she shot him a look but her moan said otherwise that made his cock harden again. “Sorry, (Name), you're just to die for.”

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the-multi-fandom-trash · 2 years ago

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CRUSH, miguel o'hara

summary, miguel's loved you for a long time but after an incident in your bedroom he decides to show you how he really feels

warnings, fluff, soft!miguel, PIV, possessive!miguel, masturbation (m), miguel is kind of a freak

Miguel took a seat on your bed, frowning as his fingers traced the silk sheets beneath him. He always imagined this– being inside your room, in your bed. Only you were there with him, both of you completely naked and not at a party that you were hosting tonight. He didn’t even know why he even bothered coming. Well, he did. He came for the sole promise that it was your house meaning you’d be here but he barely saw you at all. Whenever he did get the chance to talk to you, he wouldn’t know what to say, or you’d get whisked away by one of your friends who wanted to talk to you or show you something cool.

But he wanted that too. He wanted nothing more than to talk to you or show you something– anything that you wanted he would do if it meant he could at least get a second of your time– your company. He wanted you so much but he just couldn’t find the courage to tell you himself. He didn’t know why he couldn’t tell you. He was spiderman for fucks sake. People counted on him to be brave and fearless to save them. But when it came to you? He didn’t feel brave nor fearless. If anything he felt like he was the one who needed saving.

Why couldn’t he be spiderman when it came to you?

Maybe it was the fear behind it all. He’s never let anyone get close to him, not after losing Gabi. She was the only thing keeping him going but after she was gone he just didn’t see a point in relationships with anyone in any capacity anymore. But then you came along. And you just had to ruin his plans, didn’t you? You just had to come along with your infectious laugh; and not those fake sympathy laughs when a joke isn't funny. When you laughed you laughed. It came from your belly and he’d find himself cracking up along with you. The first genuine smile he found himself having in a long time.

It wasn’t long before he found himself completely enchanted with everything that was you.

Even when he tried pushing you away all you had to do was give him that frown and those eyes and he would take one look into them and see that glimmer of concern and would find himself drawn back in all over again. You had him wrapped around your dainty little finger.

But who was he to complain?

He wished he could tell you all the things he’s kept pent up all these years but he just couldn’t. And he hated himself for it. He wasn’t even sure you’d like someone like him back anyways. He didn’t want to risk your friendship to him over his feelings no matter how strong they were.

Having you was better than not having you at all.

And he was going to take what he could get.

Miguel let out a sigh, looking around your room. He smiled seeing various posters of bands you liked on the wall. Some of which he specifically remembered you introducing them to. He never really cared for the bands but when he found out they were your favorite, they became his too. The memory of you, nose scrunched up as you handed him the left side of your headset as he took it. He would take anything from you, you didn’t have to tell him twice. He stuck it in his ear and you two just stayed there, on the steps to your house listening to your favorite song. He could still remember the faint burn of his cheeks when you started to bop your head to the tune and he took his time memorizing you; the shape of your nose, your lips, and lashes as you got completely lost in the song. He could also remember the panic he felt as he snapped his gaze forward when he thought you’d catch him looking at him. But you didn’t. You just put your head on his shoulder, and his heart soared. He didn’t know if he should’ve been concerned about the warmth that spread throughout his chest but he just ignored it.

He knew it was pointless to reminisce on memories that made him fall for you even more but he couldn’t help himself. That's all he could do when he was alone;

Think of you.

But he was an idiot. You were under the same roof as him but he was too much of a coward that he’d lock himself in your room when he could be talking to you.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He was going to leave, there was no point in any of this if he couldn’t get over his fears. Miguel exhaled through his nose as he got up from his spot on your bed, ignoring the imprint of his form on your mattress. As Miguel’s hand ghosted the doorknob something caught his eye;

Your hamper.

“Fuck.” Miguel whispered to himself as his eyes landed on a pair of your panties sitting a mere inches away from the laundry basket.

He cautiously took steps towards the fabric on the ground, bending down to pick it up. Running his fingers over the material, he felt his breath hitch as his cock hardened– aching against his jeans.

Miguel held the material in his left hand, bringing it up to his nose and letting himself inhale your scent. He felt disgusting but he needed this– needed you. He let his right hand fall down and brush his erection through his pants, letting out a groan at how his cock twitched under his touch. As he pulled his hand away his hips seemed to chase after more contact wanting some kind of friction to ease the build up.

His thoughts repeated over and over again in his head;

He needed this– needed you.

And that's how Miguel found himself undoing his belt and pants, using his thumbs to push the jeans down his hips. His belt made a metallic thud as it hit the cold floor, his underwear followed suit as he watched his gray boxers pool around at his feet. His cock sprang out, precum already forming at the tip not caring how fucked up this was he just knew he needed relief.

He brought his left hand up, spitting in it so he could wrap his hand around his thick cock. He pumped at it while he let his groans spill from his lips and out into the air.

Miguel faced your bed imagining you on your bed, legs spread all for him as you toyed with your cunt. He imagined the noises you’d make, the way he’d make you flick your clit until you were crying from the overstimulation and begging him to feel him inside of you.

“Fuck– Oh – so fucking good for me aren’t you baby?” He titled his head back in pleasure, mouth open agape at the intensity. Miguel squeezed his hand around himself even harder, causing him to let out a whimper, “All mine.”

Holding your panties up to his nose, he felt his eyes roll back as he continued to vividly picture the scenarios playing in his head, trying his best to live them with his imagination. He groaned at the image of you bouncing up and down on his cock, riding him to the best of your ability. He would grab your hips and guide them on how to use him like your own toy. He imagined the way your breasts would bounce and the furrow of your brows as you moaned his name in pleasure.

If this alone felt so good he wondered what it’d be like to actually have you.

“Riding me s-so good– tight pussy squeezing me so good.” Miguel moaned out, deciding to wrap your panties around his cock. He ignored how insane it all was, standing in the middle of your room while music from the party blasted throughout the speakers of the house. Miguel ignored it, only thinking pure filth of you as he fucked himself into his hand and your underwear.

He was so concentrated in keeping his pace he didn't even notice a knock at the door.

As Miguel continued to stroke himself he felt like he was really losing it because it was almost as if he could hear someone calling, “Miguel!”

“Miguel?” His stomach dropped at the familiar sound– it was you. You were outside the room shouting over the music as he touched himself inside your room. He should’ve stopped. He should’ve pulled his pants and underwear back up and went outside and apologized and left. He should’ve. But he didn’t. Instead he listened to the throbbing of his cock when he heard your voice call out his name.

“Yea?” He called out, trying his best not to give away his actions that were being hid behind the wooden door.

“Are you okay? I’ve been trying to find you.” You asked, concern evident in your voice and that just made Miguel even harder.

Miguel felt dizzy, you were talking to him at this moment and you could’ve caught him if the door was unlocked. Maybe it was the thrill behind it all but he started pumping faster.

“I’m fine, just needed some alone time is all.” He ignored the complete euphoria that he was feeling, trying to focus on sounding normal when talking to you.

“I get that, these things can get overwhelming at times” You sighed, he could hear the frown in your voice, “I’m sorry we didn’t get to talk much. I really wanted to spend time with you but I guess a party wasn’t the right way of doing it.”

If Miguel could he would’ve moaned out loud. He loved the desperation you had for him in your tone. You wanted to spend time with him;

You wanted him.

He probably hadn’t responded in a while because you spoke again, “But I’m lucky I found you because now we can talk.” The sound of the door knob twisting really made Miguel stand there, paralyzed almost as the sound had him in a deathly grip.

He locked the door.

He locked the door or at least he thought he did, this couldn’t be happening.

He only looked up when he heard the sound of the door close shut, breath heavy as he stared at you.

He expected you to scream at him, to say he was disgusting and to leave your house immediately.

But it never came.

He watched you stare at the pair of panties in his hands, and his still erect cock, as a shade of red dusted your cheeks. And then he saw it.

He watched your thighs squeeze together

You liked this.

Miguel stepped out of his pants and boxers which laid strewn out on the floor as he inched toward you. Your breath began to quicken, watching him stop in front of you.

“Miguel…” you shakily reached up to touch his face. He melted into your hand, letting out a soft groan at the contact. You looked down to see his cock against your thigh, feeling yourself grow wetter at the sight. You took his cock into your hand, thumbing the slit a bit watching how responsive he was to your touch.

“God.” He let out with a shallow breath, squirming under the feeling of your touch. Miguel grabbed your hand, shoving it against the door. While his other hand took hold of your jaw, smashing his lips onto yours. You reveled in the softness of his plush lips, they were everything you’d imagined. After a while Miguel pulled back, bringing his lips to your ear, “You like this huh? seeing me fuck myself in your room with your panties?”

“No.” You lied, but it came off more as a question.

“I think you do.” He hummed, grabbing a fist full of the material of your velvet black dress, bunching it up over your hips. Miguel brought his hand down between the two of you to rub you through your white panties with his middle finger, “And I think you knew how much I wanted you— how much I need you.”

You moaned out, trying to grind yourself on Miguel’s touch, causing him to pull away.

“Do you know how much I need you baby?” He grabbed the waistband of your white panties similar to the black lace ones he still had in his hand and yanked the material down to your feet. You acted on complete instinct as you grabbed his hand, stepping out of your underwear that was on the ground. You led Miguel back, pushing him on his back onto the bed

His back hit the mattress with a creek and you both smiled like idiots. Miguel gave his length a few lazy strokes before he guided your heat onto the length of his cock. His hands automatically found their way onto your hips as he used your pussy to glide up and down his cock.

He wasn’t thrusting inside of you, rather rubbing the length of his cock against your heat. He pulled back and pushed forward again, watching your lips wrap around his length and you moaned out loud at the feeling of your bare pussy touching every vein on his length.

“Miguel please, I want you.” You cried out, not being able to take it anymore.

“You wanna ride me? you wanna ride my cock baby huh?” he ran his middle and ring finger against your needy pussy, so red and puffy and in need for him and only him.

“Yes, please, I want it.” You begged, watching Miguel position the head of his cock at your entrance, dragging it up your pussy to gather some wetness at the tip.

He felt so light headed, like he could faint. All his dreaming of days like this and now it was finally happening to him. He had what he wanted and that was you.

Miguel groaned as he guided your hips to sink down onto him, feeling him inside you. Miguel held you in place waiting inside of you so you could get used to his length. He groaned as his cock throbbed as your walls clenched around him— he could’ve came right there but he couldn’t.

He wouldn’t.

You felt so perfect around him. Like you were made especially for him.

“Miguel please…” You whined out and he groaned the gravity of the situation hitting him. He was actually fucking you. He was inside of you. And you were begging for him. It was like a switch flipped inside of him, Miguel gripped your hips hard, bruising them harshly. He lifted you up and down at a piercing pace, making you bounce on his cock vigorously.

“Fuck— such an angel.” He moaned out loud snapping his hips upward to meet your bouncing, “Feel like heaven to me.”

Your hands stayed planted on Miguel’s chest as you sunk down onto his cock rolling your hips at the feeling of him being buried balls deep inside of you. You gasped at the feeling of Miguel still holding you in place, so he could fuck you similairly to how he was doing with your panties a few minutes prior.

”All mine.” He groaned, still fucking into you at a brutal pace. Partially mesmerized at how your tits bounced up and down everytime he bottomed out inside you. You were dizzy, partially at Miguel’s admission but also the feeling of your stomach beginning to tighten up.

He needed this.

He needed to hear you tell him you wanted him as much as he has all these years.

“All yours Miguel.” You confirmed, fighting the urge to scream out when he brought his thumb to your clit, flicking it slowly. You tried rutting your hips to create more friction but that only made him go slower, “Miguel please.”

“What do you want?” He asked, even though he already knew. He knew what you wanted but he just wanted to hear it for himself. Almost as if he’s trying to ground himself— remember that this is real.

You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes, everything was too much. This made Miguel start to rub faster, flicking at your clit with intensity that tears started freely spilling from your eyes now and down your cheeks as you still rode him.

You rolled your hips against his cock one last time, feeling the tightness in your stomach burst and Miguel seemed to notice too as he groaned at the feeling of your muscles tensing around him— clenching around him.

Miguel fucked you through your orgasm, still pumping into you groaning as you came with a choked sob. You were a squirming, crying, moaning mess as you wailed in pleasure.

“Please I need you so badly Miguel.” You spoke in between sobs, feeling his cock twitch inside of you and the sound of a groan.

Miguel’s hands went behind to squeeze your ass, watching your pussy swallow his cock whole.

“M- need you to fill me up, Mickey.” You coaxed trying to push him over the edge.

“Gonna fill you with all of my cum angel.” You felt his thrusts begin to get sloppier and in a less consistent rhythm. His cock twitched, as you felt his muscles tensing up like yours had previously. He gave one last thrust, gasping and moaning as he came inside of you. You felt his hot cum paint the inside of you, causing you to whimper.

You collapsed onto his chest as Miguel just held you, simply enjoying each other's presence as you always did.

“Still can’t believe after all these years the way I find out you like me is you jerking off with my panties in my room.” You gave him a dopey smile, tracing patterns onto his chest

“Last time I checked you were pretty wet when you found me.” He teased, stroking your face.

“Guess that just makes us both freaks.”

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