Thats So Sweet Im Gonna Cry

that’s so sweet im gonna cry

MY GREATEST WEAKNESS —ੈ✩‧₊˚

SYLUS X GEN!READER

its late in the night and sylus is growing in frustration at your absence.

note: made this quick fluff of sylus being a big softie for reader. enjoy :)

it was 3 in the morning and sylus has been pacing around the empty penthouse with a burning feeling of worry and frustration. he’s had mephisto (his crow) look out for you for the past hour. you were supposed to be home by midnight. you promised him.

how can that damn mechanical bird not find you at this time out of all times?! the sound of sylus’s hands slamming on the marble countertop echoed. the workers would’ve fled away scared shitless if they had witness his current mood, and only you could calm him down. his weakness. the leader of onychinus has a weakness and that’s been one of his greatest worries.

because now that he has a weakness. a person, someone he loves, a person with nothing but a sweet gentle nature. you. you can be the target to any enemy, you can die at any—

“fuck!” now it was a fist hitting the hard surface. to any person this would hurt immediately, but the adrenaline and overwhelming stress he has over you is clouding his rationality. he couldn’t wait anymore, he began making his way to the door grabbing his jacket in haste.

however he’s halted at the sound of the door beeping and the sound of gears moving fill out the deafening silence. suddenly his jacket was on the floor, and sylus finds himself nearly running to the entrance.

“where the hell have you been?!” you’re caught off guard from taking your shoes off, the deathly grip on your shoulders makes you grimace. however you’re drunk out of your mind to be the rational one in this situation.

“owwieeee~” you slur, looking up with your cheeks still pink from the alcohol you’re faced with your lover having the most expressive expression you’ve ever seen. his brows are furrowed, and his lips are biting back the seething frustration that’s threatening to spill out in hurtful words.

“sy… m’hurts.”

“ah, sorry—” tripping over the step, you fall onto his chest. causing him to catch you, and wrap his strong arms around you. this embrace finally settles his nerves, he can finally realize that you are here and you’re safe. and the sigh of relief that leaves his mouth gives you a slight breeze to the top of your head making you giggle.

“babyyyy~ i missed youu” this drunken state of you dissipates any residual of negativity from sylus. he finds himself smiling while you jump to wrap your arms around his neck, he bends down slightly so your feet touch the ground and his hands on your waist is more gentle.

you’re laughing and showering him in kisses now, and he can’t help but feel his neck turn hot from your love.

“okay miss drunkie, let’s eat some fruits and a glass of water to sober you up.” a larger hand is on your cheek, bringing you closer to place a quick kiss on your lips. god you will be the death of him.

“carry me.” you pout, and sylus’s eyes widen at your request. he looks at you with clarity, and you puff your face at him making him chuckle.

“okay okay, come here.” next thing you knew you were off from the ground and carried bridal style by your darling of a boyfriend. just being in his arms has cleared your state of mind.

“I love you.” is all you murmur, snuggling closer to him taking in his scent. he places another kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too.” you may be his greatest weakness. you may have changed how sylus usually takes on certain situations. however as long as you’re in his arms, then he’s reassured that everything is gonna be okay.

@omiiuvz || 07.10.24

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ever since Sylus came out, i’vE BEEN ADDICTED IN PLAYING THE GAME AGAIN.

however.

I wasn’t expecting him to actually say kitten as one of the nicknames for mc 😭

now usually I hate it, only cuz it sounds so cringe when other people say it — bUT.

THIS MAN.

OMG.

I’M NOT COMPLAINING 🤭

I’LL GLADLY BE HIS KITTEN EHEHE

Zayne Drabble

Zayne doesn’t say he loves you. No — wait… let me rephrase that. He can’t say that he loves you.

It hurts, both emotionally and physically for Zayne. His love for you is so great but can’t physically say it to you. 

The God, Astra forbids him to do so. In no matter what timeline, if he dares to utter such words — a curse will be laid upon him, making him feel the most excruciating pain as his ice covers his body.

But even then, Zayne will love you unconditionally and will continue to do so.

You feel cold? Here, have his coat.

You need something from the store? Wait for him, he’ll buy it for you on the way.

You like this food? He’ll remember it and cook it for you in the future.

Zayne will put his hand on your waist when walking together, to ensure that you don’t get separated from him. His grip always feel protective, gentle, and possessive.

In each appointment that you're almost always late on, makes him feel anxious and worried — thinking if you are in danger or if something has happened. Once you enter his office, he feels instant relief and immediately regain his composure. Though his words sound cold and distant, he is only hiding his true feelings.

This man, when it is time to sleep, always prioritizes your comfort before his. He’d pull you close, — hesitant at first, scared that his evol will act up — tucking your head towards his chest as he breathes in the scent of your shampoo. Feeling the warmth of your body assures him that you are well and alive and right beside him.

Zayne can’t say that he loved you, however, through his actions — you know how deeply in love he is with you. In this timeline… he’ll protect you and not lose you. 

Not again.

Reblogs would be appreciated!

im so down bad for this man omfg

feel like im hot stuff, you’re my rockstar ft. sylus (l&ds)

nsfw. guided masturbation turned to a full blown porno, cum tasting (?), implications of squirting, overstim, nipple play, sylus is a little freaky…. a/n: so sorry for sll the sylus content. i cant get him out of my mind. my clit throb and jumps at the mention of his name.

“you’re going far too fast,” sylus’s voice booms in your ears, shivers crawling up your spine. your body is exhausted and sore, not to mention very frustrated. ever since sylus learned you’ve never been able to make yourself cum, he’s made it his mission to show you exactly how it’s done. the catch? (there’s always a catch with him— he’s sylus qin.) you have to do it yourself.

you groan in frustration, borderline yelling. sylus hushes you, pressing a multitude of kisses into your puffed out cheeks. your fingers are pruned and slick— nothing akin to sylus’s blunt and thick fingers. oh how you wished he would just slide them inside of you and make you cum. but alas, that wouldn’t happen until you learned how to make yourself cum.

“i can’t do it, sy.” you whine, bucking your hips into the palm of his hand. he click his tongue,

“you’re being impatient. if you rub it so harshly you’ll never get anywhere, darling.” sylus’s hand covers yours, guiding your pruned fingertips back onto your swollen clit. he swirls your fingers over the bud, wanton moans falling out of your bitten lips.

if anyone were to walk in here they would see you disheveled, tanktop pulled down below your breasts. of course, he’d never allow that. your attention is drawn back to sylus when he guides your other hand down your slit.

“slide one inside, honey. nice and deep.” you do exactly as his says. (you’d do anything he asked if he kept talking to you in that seductive, accented voice of his. he could make the devil himself kneel with that sexy voice.)

your fingers are barely able to reach your sweet spot. they pathetically brush against the sponge area.

“good girl. you’re getting there. curl your fingers, baby. it’ll be a waste of time if you keep them straight.” your body follows his commands. your fingers curl up, legs trembling around your wrist. “keep doing that. don’t forget to move your other hand.”

his right hand guides your right hand to swirl your clit again. you feel yourself clenching, gushing even when sylus slides his tongue into your mouth.

“my good girl, you’re doing so well.” his hands leave yours, allowing you to touch yourself as he instructed. his hands occupy themselves on your breasts, toying incessantly with each nipple.

he’s terribly enamored with you. each noice and expression you make has his cock jumping. your knees dig into the mattress as you almost fall directly onto his lap.

“easy, darling. maybe this will give you some motivation, hm?” he unbuckled his belt. your mouth salivates at the sight of his bulge pressing tightly against his pants.

“sylus,” you moan, head falling onto his shoulder. “need you, inside. please…?” you ask so sweetly that his resolve almost falls. the puppy-like eyes you give him has him suppressing a shudder.

“make yourself cum, and i’ll give you what you want, darling.” you imagine the delicious burn of his cock stretching you out, the way his til will perfectly settle and thrust against your sweet spot. and best of all sylus’s fingers playing with your clit. all of these thoughts combined is what drives you over the edge.

it’s such a cute sight to see, sylus laughs out loud. he swallows your mewls when you cum around your own fingers. he bites your bottom lip when he slides his cock inside your sensitive cunt. your hands fly to his chest,

“wait, wait. too- too much!” you almost panic, if not for his arms pressing you chest to chest.

“it’s alright, i’ve got you.” sylus’s voice has you gushing around his cock and you know he feels like when he chuckles into a needy kiss. your tongues swirl around each other’s, drool falling from your lips. the thick exchange of saliva makes your head feel dizzy.

“aren’t you such a good girl?” sylus coos at you, nose rubbing against your throat. his hand wraps around your throat, pressing his fingertips into the sides of your neck. there’s an intense pressure that builds up inside your body when he begins sliding you up and down his cock, thrusting up to meet you midway.

your fingers dig into his shoulders, scratching down the expanse of his back. sylus’s lips are right by your ear, allowing you to hear every moan, every groan, every breathless word he’s able to say.

“fuck, you’re so wet, darling. “ he chuckles in a strained tone, smashing your lips back together. he manages to press your back into the mattress, crushing you under his weight.

there’s no way to squirm away from his cock incessantly prodding at your sweet spot. he knows exactly what you like. his head tilts down, wrapping his lips around your sensitive nipple and his free hand swirls your swollen clit.

you’re practically cumming every few seconds with how sylus is playing your body like an instrument. he knows exactly where to touch, and how exactly to do it. with your eyes rolled back and your hips twitching. you can feel sylus practically in your guts with this position: legs pressed against your chest, not to mention the hand choking you roughly.

you try to fight against it, whine and cry that you can’t do it, but sylus ignores your whines. you’ve taken him countless of times (and in much rougher manners as well.) he knows this is just one of your acts. he clicks his tongue again. you manage to get your hands on his face, trying to push him away from your sensitive tits. however, sylus takes your fingers in his mouth, tasting the remnants of your cum and slick on them.

the sight of sylus’s pink tongue darting out to lick your fingers in such a filthy matter does it for you. sylus’s crimson eyes watches as your eyes tumble back into your skull and your back attempts to arch away from the pleasure, only to be assaulted with even more.

there’s this feeling in your pit you’ve never felt before. it’s far more intense than you cum on a regular day. something about it is so dizzying and borderline suffocating.

“there you go darling. let it go, baby.” sylus moans against your fingers, pressing down on your tummy with his forearm. it’s too much, it too-

you can’t hear yourself scream, but your voice resonates around the bedroom. you can tell there’s something wrong that feels so damn good.

sylus slowly stops what he’s doing to admire the mess you’ve made all on his abs and your thighs. he chuckles as he slides a finger against the liquid. he brings it into his mouth, salivating.

“who knew you could do such a thing?” there’s that predatory glint and smile on his face that makes your stomach pit and cunt gush again. a deep chuckle rises out of sylus when he slots his lips against yours.

“let’s try that again, yes?”

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AUGHHHH THE THINGS IM FEELING PLEaSEEEE

THEY’RE BEING A TEASE - TEXTING THE LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MEN

Warnings : NSFW obviously, sexting, masturbation, penetrative sex, fingering, phone sex, filming oneself, sending nudes, orgasm control, cockwarming, consensual somnophilia, use of sex toys in public, public sex, implied exhibitionism, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : filth smut

Additional notes : Needed to take multiple cold showers after this WHEW😮‍💨 Thank you nonnie for your massive sexy brain. To anyone else reading this, my requests are still closed!! These are just old requests I had in my inbox🫶🏽

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i need this man so bADDD

Like i don’t wanna be so super dependent on him for free so ITS PERFECT THAT I GOTTA KINDA WORK FOR IT 🤩

oky so i finally finished the main story update and i DEFINITELY prefer that sylus to his cards. but i also just now want to be his sugar baby 🥹

hear me out right, he wants you to spend his money but you also still have to earn it?? you're his sugar baby, his little kitten not a freeloader.

asdfhsjgskd its so stupid but imagine it being like a chore wheel— a check list of requirements. and when you bounce up to his desk while he's reviewing some documents, asking for his card, and he just like gives you this assessing look before asking you these laundry list of things

did you do your exercises in the gym? yes, sylus

have you cleaned and restocked all your guns? i haven't even shot them this week. because honestly, what was the point of recleaning spotless? but then his eyes get this bit of a wispy look in them like he's considering how long he might withhold his card and you fold. yes, i did. also we're low on gun oil.

the point is, he provides but he still has expectations of you. when he uses his card, its for your necessities. but when you get a hold of it, its a glorified shopping spree.

and he knows this. and he's fine with that. he has the money sitting there, burn it.

but when he let's you loose to take advantage of that, most importantly, he has to know that you're safe.

which is why he pulls your pliant body closer, red eyes never leaving yours as his hand slides along the length of your thigh before reaching the holster.

his hum of approval feels like a light rumble against his lips as they press to yours briefly.

"good kitten. have fun. "