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His Watchful Eye Pt. 2

Word Count: 8.5k

Tags: yandere!sylus, sylus x fem! reader, noncon, dub con, kidnapping, mentions of blood, forced breeding, forced pregnancy, manipulation, ownership, petnames like kitten + sweetie, xavier appears, threats

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AN: 8.5k words...yikes yall I might have went a teeny bit crazy. If this is too long for you to read on tumblr, I also have it on my A03! Enjoy fellow degenerates! If you'd like to be on the tag list for possibly a part 3, please let me know in the comments and I'll get your name down. I added people that I figured would want a tag. Minors will not be tagged. Please please heed the warnings and skip if the tags bother you at all!

"The effects of your birth control should have worn off by now," he continues, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's been out of your system for some time." Panic begins to consume you, and your breathing quickens as horrifying images of being pregnant with your captor’s child flood your mind. "Don't run. This will be easier if you just lie down," he murmurs, his tone almost soothing, but the threat behind it is unmistakable.

Read Pt 1 here!!

The sound of sliced flesh.

It’s a soft, almost rhythmic noise, unlike your muffled screams. A searing pain cutting through your arm like fire as your flesh splits open under the now bloodied glass. You heave and groan in agony when your throat gives out from screaming , vision blurred by tears. The minutes crawl by, cut by cut forming new lines in your arm. Then it stops, replaced by desperate but steady fingers as they reach into the bleeding injury. Before you’re able to even comprehend the soaring ache this action brings to your wound, it’s gone.

You try to blink, unable to form any clear shapes on the now blurry ceiling. You look over to the man staring tenderly down at you now, and through tears you see the silhouette of a bloodied birth control implant perked between his fingers as if it was a trophy.

Then darkness.

You’re running now. Heart pounding as the world blurs around you. Rough terrain pulls at your legs making each panicked step feel like a battle. Branches scratch at your skin, their sharp edges a cruel reminder of your impending doom.

You don’t even know where you’re going. If there’s even an end. But you don’t stop. You need to get away, far far away. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, cold air burning your lungs as you tumble through a dark forest.

A lowly and deep voice calls from behind you.

“Do you really think you can run from me?”

Desperation courses through your veins as you attempt to push your body to the limit. To run faster.

But instead, you stumble and fall, your foot catching on a jagged patch of rocks that jut out from the forest floor. The pain shoots through your ankle as you crash to the ground, your body twisting instinctively to land on your back. The breath is knocked out of you, and for a moment, the world tilts, spinning wildly. You try to push yourself up, but it’s too late—your limbs feel heavy, and dread coils in your stomach.

A dark, broad silhouette looms above you, blocking out what little light filters through the trees. Red eyes flash in the dimly lit surroundings. His long, spindly fingers stretch out, trembling with anticipation as they reach for you, closing the distance inch by inch. You can’t move,—paralyzed by the terror that seizes your heart as those fingers reach to touch you.

No.

His fingers touch your neck.

Stop.

They move lower, tender grazing your lower neck before beginning to pop the buttons that would reveal your bare chest to him.

“STOP!”

Your eyes snap open, and a scream tears from your throat. Panic surges through you as you thrash wildly, desperate to escape the burning touch and invasive presence of your captor. Your clothes cling to your skin, soaked with sweat, amplifying the feeling of suffocation. Before you can comprehend what’s happening, strong, muscular arms wrap around you, pulling you tightly into an anxious embrace.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay… you’re gonna reopen your stitches squirming like that,” he whispers, his voice strained and groggy, as though he had just been woken up. Despite his soothing tone, you continue to struggle, trying to free yourself from his hold, but his grip is firm, pressing you against his chest. His heartbeat thuds like a drum in your ear, both grounding and terrifying in its steady rhythm.

It’s only when a sharp, searing pain shoots through your arm that you freeze, a pained whine escaping your lips. The intensity of the pain forces you to stop resisting, your body going limp as you gasp for breath.

“L-let go, it hurts…” you manage to strain out, your voice trembling. At your words, his grip finally loosens, giving you a moment of relief. You glance down at your arm, where a gauze pad is tightly bandaged with near surgical precision. The once-white gauze is now stained with dark red spots, evidence that your frantic movements have aggravated the wound.

Tender hands reach out and touch one of the bloodied spots and you flinch. Something flashes in the man’s eyes at your reaction.

Sadness? No, you tell yourself.

Regret?

But just as quickly as the change came, he was back to his unreadable face.

“I’ll change it. Stay here”

He nonchalantly rolled off the bed, turning on a nearby lamp. You watch his tall figure stroll into the nearby bathroom, anxiety riddling through your head. As you listen to him open some cabinets and drawers, your gaze moves and lands on the door to the bedroom. You look back at the bathroom, trying to ponder if you should run for it while he’s still preoccupied.

“Don’t bother sweetie” Sylus calls out, as if reading your mind and predicting your antics came naturally to him now.

“I’ve had the door lock changed to a fingerprint scanner. You can’t open it now, even if you tried”

A sickening wave of defeat washes over you and you slump into the bed. Still, you wouldn’t let your pride die. There has to be other ways out. And even if there wasn’t, he would slip up eventually. There would be an opportunity and you would slip past his watchful eye before he even realized it.

Sylus emerges from the bathroom, carrying a large white box. Your body stiffens as he gets closer, your instincts making you move further away from him on the bed. He simply closes the distance, grabbing your body and pulling you into his lap as he sat down.

“Hey!” you hiss, struggling ferociously in his arms. But he simply ignores you, holding you with one arm while taking a smaller box out of his pocket. You blink, reading the label.

“Candy?” you ask, eyeing the box. It was small round, fruit flavored hard candies, similar to lemonheads. Sylus poured one in his hand, gazing back at you.

“I went out and bought this while you were unconscious” he stated, bringing the candy to your lips. “It’s your favorite. Eat this while I change your bandage, it’ll be a good distraction.”

You blink at him dumbfoundedly as he pushed the candy past your lips and into your mouth. It was a slightly tangy but mostly sweet apple flavor. You glared at Sylus as he gently started to unwrap the blood stained bandage from your arm. This couldn’t have been the same Sylus earlier that had stared down at you like a lion would a lamb, the one that had grabbed your arm roughly and-

The painful memories of the moment the glass had cut your flesh resurfaced, making you flinch and close your eyes.

“Did I hurt you?” Sylus asked calmly, seeming to have mistaken your reaction to be that of physical pain.

“Yes…” you lie. Although it wasn’t a full lie. He had hurt you earlier. And yet he had not offered a single apology. Did he think giving you candy like some upset child would suffice for slicing your arm open?

He doesn't respond, but his touch softens as he carefully unwraps the bandage from your arm. Your gaze burns with anger as you watch him remove the gauze, the memory of the earlier bloody mess still fresh in your mind. But as the last layer is peeled away, the sight surprises you. The bloody scene from before has vanished, replaced by a neat row of stitches, with only a few spots of blood clinging to the edges of the thread.

You blink dumbfoundedly at the stitches. Had he stitched you up while you were passed out? No, he didn’t seem like the type of guy to know how to do that. He must have called someone in there to do it. Would he call them back to check on it later? Maybe you could tell them your predicament and escape?

Your head is busy swimming with ideas that you don’t realize Sylus has soaked a cotton ball with hydrogen peroxide until he begins to wipe it on your stitches. You hiss in pain, attempting to move your arm away but he grabs your wrist firmly, resuming his task of cleaning up the blood on your arm. All you can do is sit on his lap, tearfully watching as he does so.

You had cleaned up your own injuries before, and never really cried while doing so. Something about this situation was just…daunting? Hypocritical. You’re completely at his mercy. The person that had caused such harm was now tenderly cleaning it up and changing the bandage. It angered you, but also made you more fearful of him. He seemed to have gone cold to caring in mere hours.

You blinked back tears as he continued to shower you with his care, unable to make a sound. The tears flowed down your cheeks finally, as you kept the candy inside your mouth, neither spitting or making an effort to swallow it.

Finally, Sylus finished wiping up all the blood on your injury, looking up to read your expression. Upon seeing your tear stained face, his gaze turned to worry. Unable to hold back, he began to caress your cheeks, not minding the way it soaked his fingers. His movements were stiff and unpracticed but he continued to do so until your face was no longer covered in tears.

“Does it still hurt?”

Sylus couldn’t help but to ask. He’d never felt so useless, so helpless before. Seeing you in pain now after his previous loss of control elicited a new emotion in him.

Guilt.

You didn’t respond immediately, the candy rolling slowly in your mouth as you considered his words. Finally, you nodded, lifting your gaze to meet his. It surprised you to see how much your tears seemed to affect him now. You’d come to realize how unpredictable he was. Sylus carefully placed a fresh piece of gauze over your injury, securing it with bandages. With nothing more to do, he set the supplies aside and gently pulled you into his arms.

You tried to resist him at first, but eventually gave in.

You continued to tear up in his arms, tongue rolling the candy around in your mouth for quite a long time. By the time you stopped crying, the front side of his sweater was completely soaked with tears.

The mere sight of your crying face brought upon a certain sorrow to Sylus. He let out a sigh, leaning his head back until all he could see was the ceiling.

He had never been this affected by a singular persons emotions. Countless times, men and women alike had begged for his mercy, and he had simply stared and laughed at them. He hadn’t cared that they were crying cause of him, much less the fact that they were crying at all. But this was different. He had inflicted a harsh punishment on you out of anger. And while he didn’t regret removing your birth control, it should’ve been done professionally and with some sort of numbing.

He was supposed to keep you from harm and yet, had harmed you himself.

He sighed again, beginning to roll out words that were foreign to him.

“I’m sorry.”

You lay there frozen against his chest as the words left his lips—an apology. Of all the things you expected from him, an apology was the very last. Your heart raced as confusion, anger, and a strange sense of disbelief mingled together. The Sylus that had sliced your arm open was not the one holding you right now. This was a different side to him, his eyes followed with regret and guilt. The sincerity in his voice caught you completely off guard and you struggle to say anything.

“You…you’re sorry?” you spat. “As if I’d ever believe that absolute bullshit”. You look straight up at him, the bitterness in your tone slices through the air like a knife. How could he possibly think to be forgiven for hurting you like that?

For even kidnapping you in the first place?? You’d honestly rather get your other arm sliced open than ever accept an apology from this man. Sylus doesn’t say anything, instead only giving you a slight smile.

He suddenly stands up from the bed, you in his arms. Your eyes widen as he turns around and gently places you on the soft mattress, confusion clouding your thoughts. Is he going to hit you? Yell at you?

You close your eyes, bracing for some kind of pain to follow next.

He pulls the comforter over your body, lightly pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“One of my men will bring you food if you wish to eat, otherwise you should sleep. I have to to get work done” he says calmly, reaching down to gather up the medical supplies from the floor. Men? There's more than one person living here? Are they just as corrupt as him?

You ponder what kind of “work” this man even does to have such a huge, lavish room in the first place. You had only seen this room and the bathroom ever since you came here, but it was clear as day that the home you were trapped in was not cheap. You watch as he puts everything back in the box, making his way towards the bedroom doors.

You say nothing as he places his fingerprint against the newly placed electronic pad where the original lock once was. It whirrs and with a click, the door opens slightly ajar. Sylus turns around to gaze at you, his look unreadable.

“Sweet dreams. I’ll see you soon.”

And with that, his tall form disappears from the doorway, door shutting behind him. For the first time in the few weeks you had been here, you were alone and alert. You started digging through the mans things almost immediately, hoping to find some kind of clue to where you were or more information on Sylus. Disappointingly, you find nothing but some very classy looking records, and various books about weaponry.

At least you won't be bored.

Hours pass as you search every inch of the room and bathroom. You even looked out the windows again, trying to catch glimpses of any strangers on the ground. No one had passed in all the time you had looked though. Seems wherever you were located, no one ever came close. You jump when you suddenly hear the mechanics of the lock whir to life, door opening soon after. In steps in two men, wearing bird masks, exactly the same height and figure. You freeze, unsure what the hell to do or say.

"Hi, miss, the boss asked us to check on you!" one of them said cheerily, carefully placing a plate on a nearby table. The aroma of freshly cooked chicken pasta wafted through the air, and your eyes were drawn to the plate. It was elegantly arranged, with tender pieces of chicken nestled in a creamy sauce atop a bed of fettuccine. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until your stomach growled in response. Despite the tempting sight, you remained cautious, keeping your distance.

"Who are you? Do you work for Sylus?" you asked, narrowing your eyes as you sized up the two strangers.

"I'm Luke," the one on the left replied, a playful grin spreading across his face. "And this guy right here is actually my soul!" He gestured to the man beside him, his voice laced with amusement. "It can leave my body, as you can see. Impressive, right?"

The man on the right—presumably the "soul"—gave an exaggerated, goofy growl, baring his teeth and making claw gestures with his hands. His performance was so over the top that it was more comical than intimidating. The two of them burst into laughter, their camaraderie evident. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at their antics.

"This is who he has working for him? Seriously?" you muttered, a mixture of disbelief and relief washing over you. Their goofiness was a welcome contrast to the tense situation, and you found yourself lowering your guard just a little. If nothing else, they seemed harmless enough. The still-unnamed man crossed his arms, his lips curving into a pout as he tried to maintain a serious expression.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, though his voice was still tinged with laughter. "Anyway, I'm Kieran. We're actually twin brothers, in case you couldn't tell."

"I can't really tell with the masks to be honest..." you say lowly, taking small steps towards the food. "Can I see your faces?"

The two of them shake their heads, somewhat apologetically. "Its for everyone's safety that you don't know what we look like. Luke's ain't exactly got the kind of face you'd wanna look at anyways..." Kieran whispers jokingly, earning him a nudge in the stomach from his twin brother. You couldn't help but chuckle at the small joke, your guard completely down now.

"See, I got her to laugh. That's for sure worthy of a raise" Kieran said, seemingly proud of himself. You roll your eyes, finally shedding enough anxiety to come closer to the plate of food.

These two goofballs were definitely more tolerable than Sylus at least. You reach the plate of food, sitting down on the sofa to begin eating. You twirl the fork in the pasta pondering something as the twins begin to leave.

"Hey..." you call out. The men stop, turning their mask adorned faces in your direction.

"This is probably a stupid question. But you wouldn't happen to know where we're located would you?" you ask, praying they answer. They turn towards each other seeming hesitant to respond. Luke speaks up first.

"It can't hurt to mention where we're located in general, right?" he says, pressing his fingerprint against the scanner to unlock the door. You realize in that moment that any hope of convincing these two to help you escape was futile, despite their goofy demeanor. If Sylus trusted them enough to access the room where he kept his most prized possession—you—then it was clear they wouldn't betray his trust.

"We're in the N109 Zone," he casually reveals.

You accidentally drop your fork, the sound echoing in the silence as the name hits you like a bolt of lightning. Suddenly, everything clicks into place—the N109 Zone, the white hair, the sprawling mansion. Memories from work briefings surge through your mind, each one more chilling than the last: illegal protocore trading, unsolved murders, and sudden, catastrophic building explosions. One name had always been tied to these heinous acts.

You had been kidnapped by none other than the leader of Onychinus.

And it was clear he had no intention of letting you go.

Your next two weeks were spent scheming ways to escape, and avoiding Sylus at all cost. Whenever you heard the mechanical whir of the door opening, you'd dive into the bathroom and spend hours in there. He'd even began asking if you were having stomach problems. to which you had dismissed his concerns. Despite your obvious avoidance, he surprisingly seemed patient. He wouldn't force you to be near him or talk to him at all. Even when you had elected to sleep on the floor instead of the bed, he had even made you a palace of blankets and pillows on the floor for your comfort.

Of course he'd force you in his lap to change your bandages, but just as quickly as he grabbed you, he'd let you scurry off without fuss. On days he was gone, Luke and Kieran would check on you. Even asking if you wanted to play kitty cards, despite your frequent rejections. Even a mysterious mechanical bird, that seemed more human than robot, would somehow magically appear and disappear from the room at times. You didn't want to get too comfortable though. Besides, it couldn't be too much longer before you were rescued. Xavier had to be looking for you right? You have absolute faith that he was stopping at nothing to find your whereabouts.

It all confused you greatly but you had a guess of why Sylus was acting such a way. He clearly felt some level of guilt for his...outburst. It honestly felt satisfying to see him act such a way. He should feel like a piece of shit and you hoped it stayed that way.

His patience with you was running thin though, as today, when dinner arrived he didn't slide it in the bathroom door as he usually did. Instead, he put it on the table next to his food, electing to read a book while he ate. Clearly waiting for you. You tried your hardest to hold out for almost an hour, but you hadn't eaten that day and eventually succumbed to your primal desires to eat.

You cautiously approached the table, each step deliberate as you calculated how quickly you could grab the plate and make a run for it. Just as your timid fingers brushed against the edge of the plate, he closed his book with a soft thud.

"Sit," he commanded, his tone gentle but leaving no room for defiance.

Not wanting to provoke him further and risk more injuries, you quickly complied, choosing to sit at the far end of the couch. He sighed, placing the book on the table with a sense of finality.

"How long do you think you can avoid me kitten?" he asked, amusement lacing his words. Before you could respond, a familiar cold red mist began to swirl around you, pulling you closer to him with a sudden force. You let out a shriek as you were abruptly yanked into his lap, now mere inches from his face. His warm breath brushed against your cheek, and you felt an unwelcome heat rise to your face.

Why does he have to be so close…

"You're in my room, after all. Isn't it rude to ignore the host?" he murmured, his voice a mix of teasing and authority. His crimson eyes flash a hint of hunger as he looks up and down your tense figure. You shiver but try to keep your composure.

"Not if the guest doesn't want to be here in the first place," you retorted, glaring up at him with defiance. He simply chuckles, reaching over to grab the fork next your plate. He holds it up to you, teasingly.

"Go ahead. It's already getting cold," he says, leaning back slightly to watch you. You silently curse him in your mind but comply, picking up the fork. Today’s meal is a perfectly cooked salmon, drizzled with a creamy lemon and herb butter sauce. On the side, roasted asparagus is topped with fragrant garlic. Even though the food is no longer piping hot, it still looks incredibly appetizing.

You take hearty bites, trying to finish quickly so you can get off his lap. He watches you intently, his eyes tracking every movement as you chew, swallow, and lick your lips. Just as you reach for another bite, he suddenly grabs your face, turning it toward his own. Panic flares within you, and you worry that you’ve somehow angered him.

With strained eyes, you watch as he brings a finger to the corner of your mouth, wiping away a few drops of sauce that your napkin had missed. Your eyes widen in shock as he brings his finger to his lips, licking the sauce off without hesitation. A flush spreads across your face, and you start squirming to get off his lap.

"W-what's wrong with you?" you exclaim, turning your face away in embarrassment. He lets out a hearty chuckle, tightening his grip on you. Realizing there's no way to escape, you stop struggling, though you refuse to look at him, determined not to give him the satisfaction.

"Kitten, look at me," he says, his voice suddenly serious. Reluctantly, and somewhat terrified, you turn back to face him.

"Your stitches don’t hurt anymore, right?" he asks, a hint of sincerity in his tone. Confused as to why he’s asking now of all times, you simply nod. The stitches are barely visible anymore, and they no longer cause you any pain nor discomfort as they had previously.

"I'll cut to the chase then," he says calmly, his eyes locking onto yours with a seriousness that makes your blood run cold. He leans in closer, pressing a soft kiss against your neck before moving to your ear and whispering,

"You still have to give me a baby."

You nearly choke on your spit as the words register, sending a jolt of shock through you. How could you have forgotten about his obsessive desire to get you pregnant? It was the very reason he had removed your birth control, the reason you needed stitches in the first place. Your body tenses instinctively, but he only tightens his grip on you, holding you firmly in place.

"The effects of your birth control should have worn off by now," he continues, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's been out of your system for some time." Panic begins to consume you, and your breathing quickens as horrifying images of being pregnant with your captor’s child flood your mind.

"Don't run. This will be easier if you just lie down," he murmurs, his tone almost soothing, but the threat behind it is unmistakable.

"No! Let go of me! Please...!" you scream, tears streaming down your face as you kick and squirm with all your might, swinging your arms wildly in desperation. But Sylus simply sighs, standing up effortlessly with you still trapped in his arms.

It was natural for you to not want his child but this would be over faster if you just accept it. You don't even have to do anything, just spread your legs and take his seed. Was that so hard?

You scream as he approaches the bed. Acting quickly, you lean back and slam your head into his face with all your strength. The impact causes him to stumble just enough for you to break free and land on your feet. He clutches his head, reaching for you, but you dart away like a startled cat.

Trapped in a room with few options, you dive under the bed, pressing yourself into the farthest corner as you gasp for breath, your head throbbing from the blow you delivered. It doesn’t take long before you see Sylus's shoes, and his face soon appears as he peers at you from the other side. Luckily, his large, broad frame keeps him from crawling under the bed.

"Sweetie, come here."

"Go away asshole!"

"You can't run away from this y'know."

Sylus sighed, still on his knees he offered a hand to the girl hyperventilating under his bed.

"Come out while I'm still being nice" he sighed, patience thinning.

"I'll bite every single of one your fingers off if you touch me" you spat, trying even harder to squish yourself away from him. Sylus shut his eyes out of annoyance before opening them again. This girl was certainly feisty. She hadn't been fighting nearly this hard when she first got here.

Sylus lifts up the frame of the bed with ease, as if it was made of paper much to your dismay, and you scream as he grabs onto you. The struggle under the bed quickly turned into a struggle on top of it. Sylus tried to press his body into you and spread your legs but you had anticipated this. Targeting his vital points like you were taught in training, you aim for his eyes and groin.

Most of your attempts to hit him were easily blocked though. He was simply much faster and stronger than you. You let out something akin to a war cry and try to head butt him again as he leans back over you. Sylus is quick to shove you back on the bed.

"Will you please calm down?" he asked, not even out of breath or sweaty.

"No!"

"Do I need to tie your arms and legs to make you stop?"

"Do it and I'll be sure to put a bullet in your skull when I escape from here" you spat. Sylus adorned an amused grin on his face when you said this, seemingly taken aback by the threat on his life. As much as he wanted to let you know he can't actually succumb to death, now wasn't the time.

Whilst in the midst of thought, the foot that was resting on his shoulder makes contact with his face. Thankfully, Sylus's reflexes were quick and he moved out the way just in time to avoid a broken nose and a few broken teeth. Before he could recover though, you had already made your way out from under him and had lifted up a glass vase that had been sitting across the room.

He wondered why he hadn't subdued you with his evol by now. Maybe this was a lot more fun than he wanted to admit, albeit annoying. He gave you a gentle smile before climbing off the bed and making his way towards you.

"Stay back!" you scream, aiming the vase back, prepared to throw.

"Put it down sweetie, you'll hurt yourself if it shatters"

"As if! I'm not your breeding stock! First you kidnap me and then you want me to bear you a child? Fuck off!"

Sylus freezes, shocked at your words. Breeding stock? Is that what you thought he saw you as? His smile drops as he takes a few more steps towards you.

"I'm losing my patience now. Set that down before I reach the count of three."

"Fuck off prick!"

"One.."

You move towards the bathroom, taking the vase with you.

"Two.."

You simply back against the bathroom door, pondering if you should run inside but that would only further corner you. You clutch the vase even harder.

"Three."

"..."

As expected, you made no movement. Sylus sighed and made his way towards you, your body shaking and trembling in the corner like a scared kitten. He leisurely got closer, no sense of urgency in his steps.

"I don't want you to hurt yourself..."

As soon as Sylus had gotten within grabbing distance you flung the vase in his direction. He evaded it with ease, and you jumped as it shattered against the back wall, glass flying everywhere. A piece of glass ricochets towards you, slicing a bit of your arm. You clench your arm, letting out a pained whine.

Sylus looks at you with pity, brushing off a few pieces of stray glass of himself.

"See, what did I say sweetie?"

While you were clutching your arm, Sylus suddenly rushed towards you, wasting no time to throw your thrashing body over his shoulder. It was time this little cat and mouse game ended.

"No! Let me go!" you yell, hitting his back like a spoiled child. He ignores you, planting you on the bed as gently as he could.

"The Hunter's Academy certainly taught you well" he sighed, placing one hand on your chest to hold you down. With his other hand, red mist shot through, grabbing something from across the room and planting itself in his grip. Your eyes widen as you realize what it was.

Metal handcuffs.

You sob as Sylus locked the handcuffs to the head board, pinning your arms above your head. You don't even get the chance to kick your legs again as he promptly sits on top of them, pinning you further.

A tired sigh escapes his lips as he buries his face into you neck, planting soft kisses in various spots. The tears begin to pour out faster now, and unable to wipe them, you blink your eyes to try and clear your vision.

"Don't cry." Sylus murmurs gently, sitting up a bit to wipe your tears. "I promise I'll try my best to not hurt you."

Rather than bring you comfort, this only enrages you, making you sob even louder. At the very least when he had been inside you the first few times, you had been drugged out of your mind and couldn't process pain anyways. But now you have to be alert, feeling every thrust and stretch.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Sylus unbuckling his belt. You shut your eyes, not wanting to witness such a vulgar scene. You feel his weight shift off you slightly as he pulls his belt off, and shuffles with his underwear. You feel cold hands reach under the nightgown he had provided you, curling his fingers around the hem of your panties.

"Please..." you beg, eyes still closed tightly as he pulls your panties down over your hips. You press your lower half into the mattress to try and prevent him from getting them off but it was futile. He wrestled them off and you hear a soft noise as they hit the floor.

"Are you intending to keep your eyes closed the entire time?" Sylus asks, pushing up your nightgown before leaning over you. You feel the cold air of the room reach your now bare cunt and you shiver. You feel his hungry presence above you, but you still don't open your eyes.

"Don't you want to see what's going inside you, kitten?"

You stiffen, unable to tell if he's making fun of you or being sincere. Cold hands grip the sides of your face and squeeze lightly. You then feel warm and slightly wet flesh touch your trembling lips. The smell of soap and skin overwhelm your senses and while it didn't smell bad, just the mere fact that it was his scent was making you want to vomit.

Unable to take it anymore, you open your eyes, feeling the air leave your lungs as you take in the sight of his flesh. His pants are still on, but he's taken his cock out of his underwear. You had prayed that his cock was at least small but it was anything but that. It was long, girthy, and slightly red at the tip. It was throbbing, precum leaking at the tip. A drip of precum leaks from his member, landing directly on your lips.

Without thinking and as if by instinct, you lick your lips. You gasp a bit at the realization of what you've just done. A slightly salty taste dances on the tip of your tongue.

Sylus's eyes widen a bit in shock as he watches you, but his gaze is quickly replace by that of lust. He's quick to push the rest of his tip into your mouth, and you have no choice but to have it dance around your tounge. He shudders as your warm and cramped mouth embraces the head of his flesh. He hadn't explored your mouth at all yet, and while he certainly wouldn't be able to fit it all in there, what you were doing now felt perfect.

"Well well, I wasn't expecting you to be experienced..." he chuckles, huffing and groaning a bit as you continue to swirl your tongue around his tip. You weren't really, but you had seen enough of those kinds of videos to get an idea of what to do. Maybe you can get him to finish in your mouth instead of your womb? As disgusting as the idea sounded, it was definitely the better option.

Seeming to read your mind, he pulls his tip out of your mouth, breathless for the first time that entire night. As much as he would've loved to let you keep doing what you were doing, he was also wary of you deciding to use your teeth as a weapon as well.

Your forced to watch as he pulls his shirt over his head, your lips forming in a tight line as you take in the upper half off his body. His chest and stomach look like they were sculpted by the gods themselves. You feel an unwelcome heat creep on your face, and your lower half disobeys too. A tight feeling of heat rises to your core, preparing your body for intrusion.

"Staring is rude y'know..." Sylus laughs, a smug grin creeping on his face. Your about to open your mouth to curse him when you feel the tip of his cock lining up with your entrance. You try to jerk back but he firmly holds you in place. Holding your waist down with one hand while his other held his cock that was busy pushing inside you.

"Stop..."

You gasp and tense as he manages to push his head inside you. You scream, beginning to thrash again but he doesn't stop, instead ignoring you and continuing to push. He has his eyes slight closed, clearly overwhelmed with pleasure even as you squirm beneath him in pain.

"Be more like your body sweetie" he whispers, momentarily pulling his cock back so he can push into you even further. You cry out from the deep intrusion, tears swelling in your eyes again. "It knows what it wants...". You had never been so wet for him, even drugged. It felt heavenly. All his sense were being flooded by you with every inch he pushed inside and he had to hold himself back from pushing the rest in hastily.

"I can't help how my body reacts!" you cry in frustration, squirming even harder before. Your lower half feels like its on fire, and the rest of your body has begun to heat up as well. The pain is intense, as you'd never had anything this big up there before.

"Mmm.....stop moving so much" he groaned, tightening his grip on you. You momentarily freeze at the sudden increase in tightness on your waist.

"You don't want me to cum and yet your about to squeeze my cock off..." he laughs, tapping the side of your waist.

"Relax, kitten. It won't hurt for long."

Certainly not wanting him to cum faster, you try your best to relax. Its only when you do that he's able to slip inside you all the way with relative ease. As soon as his tip hits the end of your womb you whine, a hot and twisted feeling enveloping your lower half. You feel disgusted with yourself, and yet you're unable to stop filling Sylus's ear with your sweet sounds.

"Hgnh...stop..." you moaned, panting like a dog in heat at this point.

Sylus moved his other hand that was previously occupied with the task of holding his cock, to the roundness of your ass. He squeezed, hard, eliciting even more beautiful sounds from you as he pistoned his cock into you harder and harder each time.

With each thrust of his hips, it was getting harder and harder to hold back your moans. It seemed he had already mapped out the locations of your sweet spots and was purposefully ramming his tip into them. And when you suddenly clung to him, practically drawing blood from his back he knew.

He knew he had won.

"You're, ha ,doing so well sweetie" he said through breathy moans, feeling your cunt suddenly tighten around him. Your end was near and he could tell by the way your eyes flew open in horror. He was mocking you, for you were certainly not trying to do well.

Dont cum.

Don't cum!

You shut your eyes and kept chanting, for you knew that if you came, he certainly would. But at this point it was impossible with this mans cock hitting every single of of your sweet spots as if following a map.

Evidence of your excitement leaked through the tightly pressed gap between the two of you, and it overflowed.

"Just let, ugh, let go kitten" he groaned in your ear, suddenly switching his strategy of attack. He grasped both of your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. With this new angle, you felt him in deep, sharp ways that you didn't think were even possible.

Sylus was certainly not holding back. Indeed, the man’s reaction changed as you sensed your limits. His breathing became faster and irregular, the movements of his hips intensified, and his engorged cock forcefully opened your inner walls.

You clenched him even harder, feeling the peak of your high about to overflow. It wasn't until Sylus did the unexpected, that you reached your climax. He leaned down hastily, biting and sucking the hardened nubs of your breasts, and it was just the extra sensation you needed to finish.

"Mngh...Ah!"

You unwittingly clenched down on the mans cock, body shaking and trembling as you finally reach heaven. You panted, moaned and squeezed the life out of his flesh as if you wanted to devour it.

"Haa...thats my sweet girl, keep cumming sweetie"

Sylus, overwhelmed with the sensation of you squeezing him so virgously, knew he had reached his end too. He gripped the sides of your waist, quickly catching your mouth in a deep and sensual kiss as he thrusted into you hard, releasing his selfish desires as deep as they can go into your belly. Caught off guard by the kiss, you have no choice but to accept it as you finally come down from your own high.

You notice his rigorous movements cease slowly and became shallower. You stiffen as you feel something warm bury itself in your belly, moving and spreading itself around on your cervix.

"Did you just...did you..."

Sylus kisses you again, clearly satisfied. As your lips part, you let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"You ASSHOLE! You sick fucking-AHHH!" you scream, ignoring Sylus has he envelops you in another hug, your tears staining his face as he puts it against yours.

"Behave" he warns gently.

"NO! No! Get off of me!!"

You can't even hit him with your hands still cuffed above your head so you try to kick. Defeat washes over you as he pins you underneath him once more, ceasing your struggling. Your sobs ring through the room, intense feelings of disgust overwhelming you.

"Xavier...hic...Xavier..." you sob, wishing dearly that he would come bursting in through the door right now. Sylus's face darkens, and he leans in your ear as you continue to cry out the boy's name.

"Say his name in my presence again and I'll make sure to save a bullet with his name on it" he growls. You tense and whimper, the side of Sylus that had sliced open your arm now back, looming next to your ear.

"Oh-okay..." you whimper, fearing for your companions life. Sylus leans back up, moving some tear soaked hair out of your face. Despite the threat he just made, he seems happy. You watch as he removes a pillow from next to your head, positioning it under your hips.

"What are you doing...?"

"Doctor said not to move much after, and to keep your hips up" he says nonchalantly, moving your nightgown back down so you weren't cold. Shuffles off the bed, wiping the end of his dick with his shirt before standing up to retrieve something next to the bed.

"Rope..?" you whisper, watching in fear but helpless to do anything. At this point you know struggling is useless. He takes each ends of the rope and ties your ankles, fastening them to the poles at the end of the bed. He shoves an extra pillow under you for good measure that your hips will remain up.

"How long do I have to be like this?" you sniffle through your tears, shuffling your body against the uncomfortable restraints. Sylus peers down at your shaken form, clearly thinking.

"One night should do. Though its always "night" here. So until you sleep and wake up"

"How am I supposed to sleep like this??" you exclaim, staring at him in disbelief. He reaches for the bed comforter, pulling it over your body. While it did feel nice to finally escape the cool air of the room, it did little to comfort you.

"Just try please. I'm going to shower" he says nonchalantly, giving you a small kiss on your head before beginning to walk towards the bathroom. You watch him disappear into the bathroom, the sound of rushing water coming after.

You should try and sleep. Even if its just to escape the reality of your situation. You tried for all of the twenty minutes he was gone but it didn't come. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you look towards the bathroom just as he walked out, towel around his waist. He notices your open eyes looking at him and smirks.

"Sleep, kitten."

"I can't... my head hurts," you grumble, memories of the headbutt resurfacing. "I think it hurt me more than it hurt you..."

Sylus chuckles knowingly at your words as he pulls a robe from his wardrobe. When he reaches for the towel around his waist, you quickly avert your eyes, not wanting to watch him dress. Only when you hear him sit down do you glance back. He’s now absorbed in several files he’s laid out in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

"Work. Close your eyes now, sweetie," he replies without looking up, flipping to another page. With nothing else to do, you angrily shut your eyes, trying to sleep. Your body and mind are exhausted, but you can't seem to turn off your brain. Frustrated, you shoot your eyes open and glare at your captor, who reads on as if nothing else in the world matters.

"I hate you. I'll kill you," you say bluntly, turning your head away. You then hear a sigh, the rustle of a file closing, and footsteps approaching.

You don't care what punishment he might bring; at least you spoke the truth. But no punishment comes. Instead, Sylus simply lies down next to you, his warm body driving away the cold beneath the blanket. You consider squirming away but remember your limbs are tied. He snuggles closer, wrapping his arm around you.

Is he... trying to lull me to sleep?

You want to curse him, to hurl insults—so many things. But you can't deny that the warmth radiating from his body is indeed slowly lulling you to sleep. He starts stroking your hair, noticing how your eyes begin to droop and your breaths become more relaxed. Your eyes get heavier and heavier, eventually shutting completely. You're vaguely aware of him planting small kisses on your head, before succumbing completely to your dreams.

Sylus chuckles as he watches you drift into a deep slumber. He observes the gentle rise and fall of your chest, your lips slightly parted. After about ten minutes, you start muttering incoherent words. Sylus can't help but laugh at the thought that you might be dreaming about him, especially as your face contorts into a scowl. He tightens his embrace lovingly, and to his surprise, you nuzzle your face into his neck.

He loves it, even if it's only in your sleep. He studies this version of you, determined to preserve it in his memory forever. He's not the bad guy—no, he's simply doing what needs to be done. He reaches down to touch your belly, caressing it tenderly as he daydreams about the big, happy family you'll be giving him. He's waited for this all his life, to finally be surrounded in love and happiness. But most importantly...

Sylus had conquered you. Taken you and made you his. Only a few more repeated "sessions" and he would for sure plant his child in your womb, if he hadn't already done so. He didn't care if you hated him, you could hate him for the rest of your life. As long as you were by his side none of it mattered.

He certainly can't let you go now.

"I love you..." he whispered lovingly, the first confession he had ever muttered flowing into your ear.

In the distance, beyond the shadowed streets of N109, within the safe and bustling heart of Linkon City, a man with ashy-blonde hair moved quietly through your apartment, his steps deliberate and searching. The police had already swept through the place, their investigation brief and inconclusive, but Xavier wasn’t satisfied. Weeks had passed since you disappeared, and with each passing day, his concern had deepened into something far more urgent.

At first, he had tried to convince himself that you were simply avoiding him after his hasty confession of feelings—a confession that had left him vulnerable and exposed. But as the days dragged on, that explanation seemed less and less likely. You stopped showing up to work, ignored calls from everyone who tried to reach you, and left no trace of where you might have gone. Eventually, his worry overcame his sense of propriety, and he forced his way into your apartment, driven by a gnawing fear that something terrible had happened to you.

The moment he stepped inside, a chill ran down his spine. The apartment was eerily quiet, the air thick with a sense of abandonment. Only a few of your belongings were packed, haphazardly tossed into a bag as if you had left in a hurry. On the fridge, a note was pinned, claiming that you had gone to explore the country.

But Xavier knew your handwriting, and this wasn’t it.

His heart pounded as he pulled the now-crumpled note from his pocket, holding it up to the sunlight streaming through the window. The paper was cheap, the ink slightly smudged as if someone had written it quickly, with little care. This was his only clue, the only piece of evidence that hinted at what might have happened to you. He scanned the note again, hoping to find some hidden detail he had missed, but there was nothing. The words remained stubbornly cryptic, offering no real answers.

Frustration gnawed at him as he shoved the note back into his pocket. What else could he do but continue to search your place, retracing his steps in the hopes of uncovering something new? He moved through the apartment with a growing sense of desperation, his eyes scanning every corner, every crevice. The kitchen was spotless, devoid of any signs of recent use. The bedroom was neatly made, as if you had intended to return soon. But something was off—Xavier could feel it in the pit of his stomach.

Just as he was about to give up and leave, something caught his eye. Beneath the coffee table, partially hidden by the shadows, was a large, deep footprint pressed into the carpet. His breath caught in his throat as he crouched down to examine it more closely. The print was far too large to be yours, and the tread marks indicated that whoever had left it had been wearing heavy, durable shoes. This was no ordinary footprint—it was a clue, a tangible link to whoever had been in your apartment after you disappeared.

Xavier’s mind raced as he mentally cataloged the possibilities. The size and shape of the footprint suggested a man, likely tall and broad-shouldered. The depth of the print indicated weight, perhaps someone physically strong. It wouldn’t be difficult to track down the make and brand of the shoes that left this mark; Xavier had connections, resources at his disposal that most people didn’t. This was the break he had been waiting for, the first real lead in a case that had grown cold far too quickly.

A slow smile crept across his face as he stood up, determination hardening in his chest.

Bingo.

It's not Sylus' fault that he's so big and you cry at the smallest things

big bad bully sylus with his crybaby kitten when you can't give him a handjob or a blow job because sylus is so big! not only that but he's condescending about it and he gets harder when he sees those pretty tears streaming down your face because you just want his cock so badly. sylus just chuckles right in your face as he nudges his fat tip against your lips,

"open up, kitten"

and you just whine as more tears appear in your eyes because youre trying!! can't he see that? the answer is yes, sylus does see that but he just finds it humorous and endering how much you want him. and lets not talk about how he treats you when you want to ride him (or in this case, try to ride him).

Sylus just coos at his darling kitten while he looks absolutely bored. his back is against the headboard with his legs spread open, eyebrow cocked and all. you're just squirming with furrowed brows while hovering on his cock, trying to get his puffy tip past your cunny.

"sweetie, you don't have toー"

cue the waterworks from his crybaby because you feel super bad that you can't fuck him and you really want to pleasure him and he's always so sweet and understanding eben though he's such a bully sometimes but you know he means well and now here youre crying your eyesout because he does everything ー

and the next thing you know is that those tears of sadness are turned into tears of pleasure becaus sylus quickly flips you around on the bed and starts eating your cunny out!! but don't be fooled because he's still big bad sylus because he keeps pleasuring your cunny past overstimulation.

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- 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 -

- 𝓼𝔂𝓵𝓾𝓼 -

tags: face fucking, impact play (face slapping)

tears streamed down your face, gasps for air filled the room as you tried to take his length in one go. the girth of his cock stretching your mouth wide as you took every inch with struggle and of course he enjoy every second of it. "how pathetic," his hand, which held a rising crop, beside your head. the other you ask, was travelling around you, grabbing your chin as he forced you to look into his deep, blooming red eyes. at an attempt to talk, your hand rose from your position— on your hands and knees— to try and held your poor throat when a sting hit your cheek, instantly correcting your behaviour. "..mhmm!-"

sylus made a quick ponytail with the your hair before pushing your head further, making you squirm at the unexpected gesture. "shush. whores don't speak when taking dick." you reached the end of his dick, gagging on his cock before taking deep breathe. sylus saw you desperate, not subtle break before lifting your head to lock eyes with you. "you said you wanted it, so suck it."

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date made: 2/8/24

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- 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐃'𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 -

- xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus -

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you and xavier just had a little newborn baby a few months ago; a beautiful healthy baby girl. both of you agreed on the name luna, since she was born in the evening. she was born with xavier's lovely platinum hair and your eyes colour, the resemblance of both of you on her own gorgeous face. but the only downside to her is that she managed to inherit her father's stamina and your lack of sleep, which is the quite opposite of xavier. she had a lot of energy throughout the day and the night if you didn't make her work her little legs out during the sun's hours on the clock.

lately, since you are maternity leave, xavier's been working hard at the Headquarters, serving his purpose around Linkon City. every time he'd come back, it was a process of trying to get him to actually relax instead of showering, getting dressed — into his boxers and that's it — and going to bed. meanwhile, you've been with your baby; trying to help her walk, talk, not bang her head on every possible surface and keep her from attacking your hair. it was everyday that you were calling out for her name, holding her hand, prying her from things a 10 month old should be holding.

today she had a hospital appointment which required her to have 3 shots; two in one leg and one in the other. and the morning was already...hectic. "luna! look at me please." you called out, trying to wash her face in the bath, lightly holding her nape before using your hand to wash her face then lightly applying some soap. in those 5 seconds, she managed to pull away and push in one of your bath bomb. as you turned around, the sight of pink aggressive bubbles came to your mind. a long gasp erupting from your lungs as you threw the softer flannel in the bath before grabbing her out of the bath, "shit shit! lunaaa!!" you huffed.

now at the actual appointment, getting her checked in was another problem. "yes, her name is luna- LUNA! get back here!!- I'm so sorry." you apologised before running over to your baby, who was biting on some other babies toy, already fighting against them to get claim ownership. just like her daddy. your hands came under her armpits as you lifted her up onto your hips despite her protests, going back to the receptionist before finally getting into the waiting room. xavier agreed to meet with you at the actual waiting room so it was fine for you to wait. and you couldn't even explain the amount of stress that dropped from your shoulder once you saw the door open and your man come through. his voice soft and quiet as he came to sit next to you to, greeting you and d/n with a kiss on the forehead. "hi love!" "hi xav!" "gaga!"

screams and yells filled the room as the first two needles went into your daughter's skin, her hands grasping your hair with a deadly force as your tried to comfort the poor girl. "ow- okay luna baby i understand- OW! what the fuc?-" another ear piercing scream filled your ears as you closed your eyes and relaxed, xavier's hands slowly came around d/n holding her before the doctors came around to do the last one. your eyes met his as his hand went to her back, rubbing softly before using his soothing voice to calm her before bracing for the screams.

for once, she had managed to sleep in your arms after tiring herself out with her own yelling, so it was easy to put her into the backseat in her car seat. after you put her there, you went to stand when xavier grabbed your waist. he pulled you into his chest before kissing your hair. you were on the verge of just bursting out in tears, "xavier?" he softly scratched your scalp before ruffling your hair, "let it out. i know you're stressed." it's been ages since you've been about to put your guard down and rest for yourself without feeling weak. so you did just that.

he wishes to be with you all the time and help you enjoy your day without being so tense and busy. no fault to your child, she was still growing and exploring her environment but every mother and father and guardian knows how stressful a child who is in between a newborn and toddler is. "you're so strong, the strongest mother around. it's alright to cry around me, after all you're my first baby." you had just finished crying, wiping your tears but that speech made you sob again, hugging him tighter, "i love you so much..", "i love you even more."

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"baby please just listen- oh my gosh why do i bother-" the sounds of your son screaming and yelling interrupted your desperate attempts of trying to get him to get ready for sleep; his small figure running around the room as he continued to disobey and ignore your efforts. your duvet was half open, kindly waiting for both of you to finally lay your heads down and fall asleep on the soft material. but at this rate you might as well just prepared your bed for the morning and give up. "nix? can you come here please?"

for the last few weeks, zayne had been occupied with piles or work at the hospital and due to that amount of work he had been scheduled to night shifts and day shifts that were scattered throughout the following weeks. he'd go at night around 6pm, do whatever he needs while you deal with your child, then around 8am he arrives back. but for his sake of health, he sleeps until it's time to wake up again and head off to work — of course eating and working out whenever he has the time or he'll stuff it in sometime. to your despair, he didn't get to witness the dreadful experience of trying to get this reckless son of yours to shower, brush his teeth, get dressed and actually get inside the bed and sleep without talking for 2 hours.

luckily, tonight wasn't only you to suffer with these tantrums. zayne was finally given a day shift which meant that he'd be coming home at night and sleeping with you two. and when i mean coming home soon, i mean in 30 minutes. at this time, both of you should've been deep asleep but it was a case of '5 more minutes!', 'i'm not tired!', 'where's daddy?' your hands held your cheeks in a clear sign of exhaustion. dealing with such an active child was too much. he's only 4 years old...he's only 4— you were just like this when you were 4 __ remember.."

you sat down on the bed, his t-shirt and pyjama pants were held in a deadly grip as your heart pounded again your chest in a desperate manner for him to go to bed. just as you watched him run around in circles and yell about non existent things that you could have swore you've told him aren't even real. "nixxxiee, come on-" another ear piercing scream came from his lungs as he faced you in a mocking way. as a mother, you'd always try and deescalate the situation but your breaking point was only so durable.

"NIX!! come over here and stop screaming for God's sake!" his clothes laid beside you as your figure stood from the bed, glaring at him from across the bedroom; your mind was throbbing so hard that you could barely even hear the sounds of the front door open. the footsteps way too quiet to help your body relax or realise who had finally come home. your rage was too loud in your mind to the point where you had burst, your son stared at your wide-eyed, a confused look on your face. your tongue poked your cheek as your hands came to your hips, a foot tapping against the floor. "just wait until your father comes home. i'll tell him everything you've done in the past 15 minutes. trust me!" you scoffed, annoyed.

it was silent for a little, the only sound being your heavy pants. your finger pointed at him but his words just infuriated you further. "i don't want to tell him 15 minutes." your eyes narrowed, turing to understand whatever he was trying to say before he erupted into laughter. he was literally pulling on your last nerve, toying with it like it was a little car he was given from zayne or you. "nixie, my dear son, please just put your pyjamas on." your whines were clear enough, but he was too busy being silly to understand your stress. "oh my fucking gosh...NIX!-" the bedroom door opened and your saviour walked in, suddenly hearing the yelling. "woah, what's going on? it's 8:30."

you sat down, holding your face as your son ran around the room which a grin on his face. your body shivering at every shaky breath you took from your amount of anger. zayne's quick eyes instantly picked up on your body language: slumped shoudlers, trembling hands and legs, breaths that seemed a little bit too out of order. he placed his bag down before sitting beside you, "what's wrong? why are you upset?" your eyes met his glossy eyes, trying to speak to him with you face instead of speaking. a frown on your face instead of your usual cheerful smile, "i can't do this anymore. it's too much just to get him to bed and then once he actually listens and goes to bed, he doesn't sleep. and then i'm tired, and he's tired in the morning. then the school calls and- ugh.." your hands grasped at the locks of your hair; tugging slightly before sighing at the sensation. but before you could even understand what you were doing, another pair of gentle hands came on top of yours, taking them off of your scalp with ease. "alright—hey, let's not do that. how about i get him ready and you just rest?"

as much as that idea soothes every single knot in your muscles and headache, there was a slight pang of guilt in your chest. he'd just been working for a good shift, wanting to come home to sleep but had to deal with his son alone? "but..it's unfair zayne." as your sentence continued, the pitch lowered to a melancholy tone. but instead of both of you wondering what to do with your son, zayne laid you nicely into the bed; basically tucking you in before chuckling. his hands caressing and softly holding your head as he kissed your temple, "i'll be alright baby, believe me i've dealt with way worse children before." as soon as your head relaxed against the pillow, you were out like a light; leaving zayne to take over and deal with his son's behaviour.

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your little 3 year old daughter was a carbon copy of rafayel; your genes didn't even fight back at all. even though you did all the work, he managed to give her his looks which made then twins. she had beautiful purple hair which grew pretty long along with his soft eyes. now, one thing about this man is that he spoils like daughter like crazy. everytime he had gone shopping or anything, he'd buy something for you and her as well. no matter how expensive or difficult to get it was. she looked up to him and you so much that whenever she did anything bad she would cry because she hated being yelling at. that's the only thing she got from you.

lately, you've been dealing with more bad days than good which someone rafayel had picked up on. after retaining this information, as your husband and father of your child decided to help you get a week off at work and gave tou as many spas, massages and take out you needed. he even took d/n to school every day and to her clubs, which you of course loved to attend. she loved sport and giving you attitude — which wasn't that bad since she knew when enough was enough. even though these past few weeks it's been mostly stress, you felt slightly weird finally not having to wake up at the same time of the sun and start working.

being married to a filthy rich man is crazy nice with his card as well. rafayel has been with her all day, as you went out to give yourself a day to yourself where you can think without anyone in your ear and breathe. it was lovely, enjoyable and you had come back after dealing with other people. you loved today...until you came home. once you entered the door, rafayel was preparing dinner while mira was in the sitting room..but she wasn't doing anything that was acceptable. after greeting rafayel with a kiss, you turned around to greet your daughter. you gasped, seeing the amount of paint on her hair and her face. "mira! what are you doing?!"

now, her hair was slightly thick and curly which obviously was absolutely beautiful but getting things out of her hair was a different type of pain. she looked at you like you grew two heads, her eyebrows risen with her arms crossed, "nothing! go away!" rafayel had also turned around seeing your instantly changed expression go from happy and excited to angry and confused. with an annoyance huff and scream, your hands covered your face as your went down and balancing on your ankles, "oh my fucking gosh.." you murmured, two hands engulfing you in a hug where you could feel the familiar chest of your husband.

"hey hey- i'll get it out don't worry." he tried to comfort you, hearing your stress filled mumbles in his chest. your body tensing was enough to give him all the melancholy that you were feeling as well. his gaze suddenly went to your daughter, his eyes held slight anger but also sadness because he didn't want to hurt your daughter as well and have both of his girls crying. "mira go to the bathroom please i'll be there in a second-" you interrupted him, standing up with the intentions of wanting to help instead, "no no it's alright. i'll do it. i've gone through this before as a child and i know what to do." as much as he knew absolutely nothing about paint in your type of hair and how to properly wash his daughters hair without any reminder, you still had rage in your body. "okay wait, let me stop the cooker and i'll be there to...supervise!"

meanwhile in the bathroom with you and mira, the amounts of yelps and screaming matches you both have exchanged was too high to count. "mira! stay.still!" you huffed, and she did the same before yelling back, "you! gentle!" all of them being resolved by rafayel in the end, "okay!— okay guys. let's just calm down!" he begged for the umpteenth time, his hands hovering over her nearly finished hairdo. your own expression upset and angry, both of you replying with the same words. "i am calm!" after a few minutes longer, rafayel decided to just take over, kissing your forehead and laying you down in bed with a face mask on. "this is your week to relax, stop stressing out." he reprimanded, brushing your hair out of your face before going back to attend to his dreadful sight of his daughter's hair. the only sound after that was now rafayel taking to her and the soft droplets of water from the shower.

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sylus and you both had beautiful baby twins; a girl and a boy who were just as similar to you too as the others were. the girl, syia— which came from sylus's name — looked just like him coincidentally. her beautiful misty white hair and her deep red eyes complimented her well yet her complexion was more of a darker tone. meanwhile, your son, samien, — which was a name that you've been wanting to call your future son for ages — looked like you. he matched with your darker coils of hair, and his beautifully coloured eyes. they were the best children you could as for.

TIME SKIP DOWN THE LINE — it's their 10th birthday the second biggest milestone of their birthday lifetime after their 1st. both of them had grown to dislike the others hobbies and be completely opposites if they could be. if syia wanted to have a blue theme birthday, samien would want an orange themed one instead. so this is what you dreaded on every plan. one thing that they've inherited is sylus's need to get what he wanted which had added onto the stubbornness that they got from you making it extremely hard to solve any argument in between the troublesome twins. which is where we are in the present day!

"no! it's better to have a red birthday because read is prettier than a pink themed birthday!" samien argued back at his sister, not only being insulting but using his hands to push her away from his face. syia retaliated, pulling his hair with aggression. "it's basically the same thing idiot! you had your amazing blue themed birthday last year where i had to agree to!" hearing them both attack the other one, you went out to scold her for that language before stopping and gasping at what samien replied with. "you're such a bitch!" your head peaked out from the bedroom upstairs with an angry expression. "hey! both of you, cut it out. and i don't want to hear that language either." scoldingly, your finger pointed at the two of the rascals.

syia finally scoffed before sighing and slouching her head, "okayy mum...i'm sorry-" just as you went to sigh and web then for a second time, samien interrupted you harshly. "shut up! you're a bitch too!" the tension in the atmosphere grew intensely as the two girls stood still in disbelief where as the boy stood there in rage and smugness. his hands on his hips as he went to mock you. rage growing in your body as you grunt your teeth. "yeah, exactly—" he paused. all of you did. the scenery sudden went dark and mysterious as an uneasy feeling filled the air. a presence that you knew a little too well due to the fact that it was—

"sylus!" you exclaimed, happily smiling at your husbands arrival. the look on his face wasn't definitely not pleased at all, matter of fact even you knew that look and how badly it scared you when he had it on his face. his footsteps were heavy against the marble floor as he strolled over to his son with his hands in his pockets and a rough gaze on him. "...sylus..?" you called out for a second before your smile turned to a frown as you stared at syia. "what did you say?" sylus spoke, his voice heavy with disgust and his finger tapping against his trousers. "um..i- ow!" he grasped samien's hair before tugging slightly. your mom senses kicked in, you quickly skipped over to sylus holding his arm that was holding s/n's hair tightly. your eyes widening. "okay! that's enough!"

"what did you say samien." he repeated again, his voice filled with displeasure and frustration as samien groaned out in anger and pain. syia just chuckled to herself as you stressed out with the two boys, your own hand going up to grab sylus' hair before pulling as well. after he hissed at the pull, he caught your wrist, letting the poor boy go. "i'm not going to repeat myself." your own spine shivered at his tone as you stared at s/n begging that he'd respond. "...i called her a bitch—hey!" sylus lightly hit the side of his head; not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to keep his attitude in line. "you'll treat your mother with respect and that's all you'll treat her with. i don't want to hear that language again. do you understand me?" in a hurry, he responded, "yes dad..!"

after the tension died down a little and sylus finally pulled his gaze away from him, he turned to you. meanwhile, you were attending to your son's scalp— it was completely fine but you were against it — "sylus! you didn't have to pull him so hard! he's red!" you complained, hitting his shoulder. "no he isn't." once you turned around, sylus grabbing your waist before pulling you up and threw you over his shoulder. your legs kicked as you yelled out loud. samien and syia laughing horribly at your terrified situation. "sy-LUS! oh my gosh! let me down!" he chuckled, deep from his lungs before walking upstairs in his basement, still speaking to the two children downstairs. "both of you will have a red and pink birthday, it's gonna be mixed around so deal with it. and no complaints or i'll cancel the whole thing off." he narrowed his eyes at the two behind him before shutting your bedroom doors behind you two.

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date made: 19-21/08/24

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𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 - ✩✩✩

✩✩✩ - 𝓼𝔂𝓵𝓾𝓼

ꜱᴜᴍ: your little stalker crow overheard you talking about sex with him but it didn't go how you thought it would.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: edging, sex from behind, hair pulling, bondage, marking, pussy eating, crying, praise.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1k+, i think because i did the calculation and then forgot it all!!

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: i can't believe that sylus has taken over my mind like this, but i will forever be a rafayel girlie 🤞🏾

"i promise you that it's never been hard to take dick, all you need is the strength, errr–technique!, the right man and the right puss, if you get me." you casually spoke to your friend as the two of you sat and ate your food in a restaurant, the atmosphere calming even thought the conversation was taking more of a deeper meaning — which all started with the question 'how do you take dick in such a small hole?'. the same question that you used to ask to your friends when you were a virgin, well, when you and sylus weren't together yet. but this conversation about sex in general only began when she had asked about how it was like dating the one and only Head of Onychinus, Mr Sylus himself. and probably how you survive being with a merciless, roughed-edged man.

"yeah but what if you aren't the problem?" she spoke like it was the most obvious question ever, your head tiring in response. urging her to continue, she complied, "what if you are all prepared and sexy and shit but the other one is..lacking horribly in that department. you do realise that we're talking about modern men here, not your love obsessed man you've gotten. i mean—" she rambled on, forgetting all about your food and her carbonara that sat untouched on the table near the window. the both of you enjoying your time and speaking to the other.

"yes but that's why you don't have sex on the same day you meet them you dumbass, you wait. if you want a little...pleasure or so, then i beg you just buy a massive dildo and firm it." she looked at you like there was the biggest disgusting deep secret that was suddenly displaced on your face, a deep frown as you sighed in response. "come on, boo. what do you want me to say to ease your worries?" your tone went from calming to worried, wanting to help your younger buddy with her poor scared self.

"um...this sounds so disgusting and weird but what was your first time like?" they bluntly asked, their eyes diverted from your figure to the table— the window— oh the table again. they were obviously nervous to begin with, not wanting to overstep boundaries but also just wanting some advice with someone they trust. "well..you know, my first time was with my current mannn—" "okay we get it, get to the point." you scoffed, kicking their ankle under the table as they hissed. their hand going to rub the poor slightly throbbing flesh that you currently assaulted. "pardon you? don't get bratty with me, missy."

"anyway, he was gentle with me. taking it slow and easy, but also testing my limits a little, trying to see how much i can really take but also trying to ease me into it-do you get what i'm saying?" they nodded, my hands rested under my chin as they listening intensely. you thought, a finger on your lip as you hummed. it was a comfortable silence until they spoke up, pretending to be annoyed. "do you guys rawdog each other so much you've forgotten? if he that obsessed?"

you let out a hearty chuckle, before trying to answer, only to be interrupted by them again. their scoffs of fake innocence but also curiosity filling the table. "what the best size for a dick?" as the silence grew, your finger went to your bottom lip that was jutting out, deep in thought. many many sounds going through your poor brain until you realised. your body slightly flinched, your hands dropping from your lips as your eyes widening. like a light bulb popping beside your head, the thought came into your mind. both of your eyes finally met, your playful gaze scaring everyone that sees.

"well, the best ones are ones that are thicker instead of longer, the longer it is the harder it is to take personally. i've never met someone with both though—" you were interrupted by your phone vibrating in your pocket, the familiar feeling instantly made you dig you hand in and check who was calling you at this time. oh, speaking of the devil, it was sylus. your finger pressed accept, before you put it on phone instead of speaker. you held the phone to your ear before pressing your ear and your shoulder together to continuing eating your food. your friend also continuing, eating her barely touched food.

"hello?—" "the best ones are thicker than longer huh?" you halted, your friend staring at you in confusion as you tried to come back to earth, the switches turning in your mind. after finally finding a way to speak, you let out a little nervous giggle, "well—um, i think it's true..?" his deep chuckle was enough to give you and idea of what's awaiting you. "come home. and quickly, sweetie." with the three buzz's, you realised that he was not gonna let you forget about this one. "...mephisto that silly silly bird..." you politely spoke to your friend, "hey sorry, sylus needs me at home, are you okay with me leaving now?" your friend was confused until a playful smile came onto their lips, "someone's gonna get dicked downnn." you slapped their shoulder roughly before calling a waiter to pack the food for you too.

once you both had split your ways and you were finally back in the comfort of his mansion, you walked through your bedroom door before instantly being retrained by the hands. a crimson and black misty string surrounding your wrists as a tough, firm arm came around your neck, holding your flesh gently. "thicker...is—" his grip tightened. "—better, but you've never met someone with both?" your own hands struggled against his evol, eyes shocked but it slowly changed to one's of playfulness. but he beat you to it, "why are you lying, kitten?" you let out a huff of brattiness, "well it's true, is it not? i'm not lying, basta—ARDD! sylus!" he flipped you over, shoving you onto the bed. your stomach on the edge of the mattress as you scoffed. "you!—" "i'll remind you of what it's like."

and thats how it started.

his hands pulled on the waistband of your skirt, the material was slowly ripped off of your body. the sounds of strings of fabric being pulled away from each other filling the room that was already stuffed with lust and anticipation. but that beautiful silky skirt cost you a good £10 in primark, "hey! that skirt cost me a good tener!" you complained, your head turning to stare at the drunk man behind you, his own glare was focused on your peachy butt admiring the shine from the moonlight before it shifted to your eyes. his glare alone makes your pussy clench, clench around absolutely nothing but air.

reluctantly, your head turned back around, resting the side of your head on the soft duvet below you as your arm stayed trapped behind your back. a deep sigh can from your mouth as you got comfortable, but not for long. you hissed, feeling the sharp sting of his fingernails digging into your skin. the amount of force being put into it was incredibly pleasurable. the pain nearly instantly turning into delight, shameless moan escaping your mouth. "uuhhh!...mhm..!" just then, his fingers ran over your skin that was dented with his marks, the feeling overwhelmingly ticklish. his fingers only giving you satisfactory and he has barely even undressed or touched you properly. you squirmed like crazy, twitching at every sensitive touch on your curves.

"ah! sylus!" you backed away, trying to escape the moment. his chuckles were annoyed, he was so annoying. his hands pushed you back onto the back by your thighs, his purlicue just lifting the gloves of your ass up to feel the softness of your skin. "jeez, take a picture it'll last longer—"

CLICK! you halted at the sound, it was normal for you to be photographed by him but what confused you was why the sound was on. "did you put the shutter sound on just for that?" you scoffed, trying to make him sound petty — which he is — before he latched his mouth onto your pussy just like that. "oh! wow- ah! there! right there..." he was ruthlessly sucking on your folds, your thighs clenching around his head tightly at the sensation. the feeling of his tongue sending shocks up your spine and straight to your pussy. but there was no point because he was already sucking your clit with precision and accuracy.

his tongue reaching far into your hole, swirling around making a mess with your folds. but he wasn't as gentle as he was with his hands, those fingers were just nicely caressing your thighs, running up and down your delicate skin with admiration. a few satisfied grunts coming from his mouth that was covering in your juices. "huuuh!— sy- right there! mhm!" your leg slowly rose from its position on the floor, you body backing up towards him as the feeling became overwhelming, his tongue always managed to make you squirm

his tongue reached deep into your hole, your body clenching around his own organ with sensitivity. "hahhh!" you could feel the tension in your tummy begin to rise, the feeling getting even harder to keep to yourself. yet you could barely even warn sylus. the coil snapped as your let yourself go on his tongue, delighted grunts leaving his mouth as he nodded. "that's some good fucking pussy, jeez sweets." his body lifted from his position of the floor to hover behind you.

the sounds of his belt clanking against the marble floor made you tense up, your thighs pressed together while your pussy clenched around nothing. you could just hear your man undressing, getting ready to take you nasty. but nothing could prepare you from the amount of restraints you were put in. his hands still kept a firm grasp on your already tied hands whilst his other hand went for your locks; pulling gently to hear your sounds. a deep sigh escaping your mouth as he slowly slid himself inside, making sure you feel every inch with precision. "come on," ",a little more." ",you can do way more than that baby." his sounds of praise weee enough for you to tell out his name. birds flapping away from the windowsill at the sound of your scream, sadly one of them being the poor crow that sylus possesses.

he gave you a good 1 minute to relax into his touch before he began moving...at a slow pace, his hands holding onto your wrists as he caressed the soft flesh of your arms and hands to give you some reassurance that you were doing good. "well done...well done baby." his pace only increased once he saw that you were starting to run away from the sheer force of his hips, even though he was going slow, his pelvis connected with the gloves of your ass with a harsh plap! and yes did he continue to torture you. your eyes producing tears as the pleasure and pain from his dick and his hand pulling of your hair, but you were soothed. "shh...shh...don't cry baby. just take it."

you began to squirm, your hips shaking as well as your back arcing and moving around from his body. a scoff echoed the room. "take it," his voice was harsh, the tone rushed yet also so precise with every single syllable. you moaned out loud with delight, feeling him so deep that your speech was nearly gone. his thrust went straight up to your lungs. "you said you've never—" thrust. "met someone—" thrust. "with a long and thick dick huh? huh?—" thrust.

"so take it, take both."

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date made: 8-10/9/24

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 - ♕♕♕

♕♕♕- 𝔁𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓻, 𝔃𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓮, 𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓵, 𝓼𝔂𝓵𝓾𝓼

ꜱᴜᴍ: as the empress, you hold a strict title and don't take any bs from anyone. but who knows what happens once you are face to face with someone you've been crushing/investigating over.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: fluff, a little crying

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: around 1K-1.5K for each

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: this somehow took me ages to write like always, once i finish xavier's, i don't wanna do zayne, then i get to rafayel and i don't want to do sylus 🤦🏾‍♀️

↳ 𝚇𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙴𝚁 - you are the empress of Philos. (wc. 1200)

as you sat upon your throne, gazing at the group of bowed down princes at your feet, your mind ran overtime about the possible future husband you'd be destined to marry. the array of young men wishing to be the lover to the one and only Empress of Philos, wishing to be married to you. and with a sharp dismissal ticked off their future dreams of become an emperor.

your clothing consisted of w silk white material, wrapped around your lower waist but a golden bands, the material flowing down to your ankle. your chest held a criss-cross design which was designed with an aurelian coating. there were matching neck and wrist bands along with it, your hair flowed down your shoulder in bouncy curls.

many dukes, princes and even future kings have come to request to be on the list of your marriage. but every single one hasn't been up to your standards. after every introduction, you would visibly shrivelled in disgust at the sight of them all.

after realising that you were thinking to yourself, the next prince arose and walked up one step to your throne. once he was perched on the golden step, you expected the lad to sit down only for him to pose and speak with confidence. "greetings your highness, as it is i!—"

"absolutely not," you interrupted with a scoff and a mocking laugh, your hand waving him off. the face that he had nearly make you promote him to a jester, his whole aura had changed to one of confusion, he spoke with a tinge of melancholy. "but...but your majesty—"

this action earned him an eyebrow raise from you, your eyes narrowing, "are you defying me?" the whole room fell with fear as the man gulped at your serious torn, his body lowering as he knelt back down to his original position. "...apologies your majesty..."

you moved on, nodding your head at the guard to let the next person in. which they did, walking inside with a smug expression. his hands held his hips before he lowered to a bow as he spoke with a thick accent, "greetings your majesty, i am sir arthur smith, commander of the army..."

as he went on with his introduction, you scoffed, 'so he's from the north huh?'. despite his obviously proud and humble tone, you could tell that this particular person would be a problem to dismiss. he spoke once more with a wink, "would you like me to be your lovely husband?"

"no, not really." your answer was blunt, as he instantly dropped his whole attitude to one of rage. "pardon?" his tone dripped with disbelief, his hands clenched as he rose from his kneel. "i said no, exit my palace."

a huff came from the man below as he looked you up and down, "how dare you...how dare you to deny me? do you know who i am?" the guards and servant who were in the room nearly disintegrated at the sentence itself. no one goes against the empress, and definitely no one challenges you either.

your head tilted towards the man as you felt a burning sensation in your chest, the room's tension was enough to slice his head off before you did. "excuse me?" your hand pushed your body off of the throne you sat on, the rich materials of your attire fell in a satisfying manner. your golden bands clicking, your heels slowly dropping down the steps to that man.

"repeat that," you ordered, your tone calming despite the fire in your heart. your hand on your hips. the man below soon realised his mistake, his hand lifted as he tried to bargain with you, "wait...your majesty i was just!—"

your hand lifted to ever so angrily murder the man in front of you, your evol slowly protruding out of your hand before a hand gently held your wrist. "your majesty, you shouldn't get your hands spoiled on some lowlife." the voice itself soothed your heart, it was xavier.

despite being known as a serious title, your admiration for your personal knight has grown over the years. he was strong, handsome and even had the most squeezable face ever.

and even the feeling of his hand on your was enough to make a grown woman fold, your cheeks flushed with admiration and weakness. your head lifted up to see his face in glory, which was surprisingly also flustered. his pale cheeks slightly pink from being in such proximity of you, a feeling of submission running through his veins. "it...would be my pleasure to escort him out of here, your majesty."

both of you stared into each other's eyes, feeling the warmth grown in between you before the sounds of the man in front of you entered our ears. "ahem...? hello?" how dare such a disgusting man disturb you and your knight's experience together, both of you diverted your head to glare at the prince who stood at your feet. your eyes narrowed as you spoke with hatred. your foot lifted and pressed against his boot, releasing a loud cry of pain.

"may i remind you why you stand below me, kneel to your empress." the man — not wanting to disobey you any longer — lowering to his knees. you held a demanding eye contact with him before you scoffed, turning to xavier. "indeed you are right, take care of this man." your tone softened just slightly as you dropped your hand, walking back to the throne that you arose from. he nodded, his eyes visibly softening before they turned to the man. his hand taking out the sharp light blade from his waistband. "of course, your majesty."

and in one fell swoop, a flash of light came from xavier as that prince was sliced in many places and teleported somewhere else. his expression of sternness send waves straight to your stomach, your eyes travelled from his silvery hair to his luscious lips...then to his body when the same majestic man caught your attention.

"your majesty?" he called for you as you thought to yourself, and with a smile growing you spoke. "stand beside that man there xavier." with a confusion but obedient look, he followed your orders, standing in a formal manner beside the many princes who knelt there. his expression only lasting on your presence that sat on the chair.

as the room became as silent as a mouse, your body rose from the throne, holding the king's crown. everyone was waiting to hear their name speak out from your voice. xavier's own head lowered in anticipation, hoping that you'd go with the safer option.

"i, empress of Philos and the giver of life and death, have come to a conclusion for the future emperor of this kingdom. as 8 men laid below, there'll only be one staying in this palace for life does us eternity." you watched as xavier's face tensed in confusion, 8 men? there was only 7 who managed to get through to you. but it took seconds for him to click in his mind.

"a man who's submitted his submission to me years ago, a man who has already shown me his trust and honesty through his years of hard work," a deep pause of silence crept into the room, a little quiver coming from the guards who surrounded your throne, also awaiting with curiosity.

"xavier, stand and receive your crown." your voice bloomed in the echoey space, the sounds of xavier sucking in a breath as he lifted his head. he walked towards you before kneeling once again. you placed the crown on his head, and ass it connected, the placeholder of your star shaped gem shone with light.

"...thank you, your majesty." he spoke with sincerity as you looked down at the man with a grin. your left hand clicked to the other guards and knights in the room, "escort the rest out, and don't return to this room until further notice, your empress and emperor need to spend some time together."

↳ 𝚉𝙰𝚈𝙽𝙴: you are the empress of another kingdom, zayne wants you to join his own empire. (wc. 1,111)

you sat in front of your highly decorated vanity, staring into the oval mirror that was placed on top of it. the day's stress slowly exiting your mind as you relaxed your muscles from all the adventures you did today for your kingdom. but there was one thing you couldn't stop wondering about. the foreseer's frequent letters.

"what emperor seeks to an empress about his own selfish desires?" you complained to your head maid with slight annoyance and confusion, your hands taking off your now frozen gloves— sculpted because of your anger towards this man. the hairband that ties your hair in a bun gracefully fell as the pristine white locks followed, just landing at your chest. a deep exhale filling your ears.

"apologies if this seems offensive your majesty, but maybe he weeps to see you in person?" with a timid tone, the maid spoke behind you, helping with the hair accessories you had placed earlier today whilst also massaging your scalp from all your worries. she was one of your closest maids you've ever had, and she knows how this whole scenario has really been going. "shall i read out the other letter, your majesty?"

you scoffed, "there's another? how many letters will he send me until he finally gives up on...whatever deal he wants me to comply to?!" your hands pinched the bridge of your nose, before you waved your other hand to confirm that you'd like to hear it.

she cleared her throat before speaking, "my dearest jasmine, empress of my heart, my wishes only relate to your presence. you have brightened my own flower, perched on my tower as i await for your response. my love, my dear, respond to my call and meet me at fall."

that message alone made you feel...loved, the poetic rhythm intoxicating to your heart as you let out a unsure breath. despite your sheer ignorance to it, someone else could easily catch on to your—

"love! he's in love, your majesty!" she exclaimed with happiness for you, which to returned with a whine. "i can see that." who knew that such a high titled man could be head over heels for you, especially someone who is considered as a semi-god to every kingdom in the world.

"i think it's time for me to sleep this silliness away, my bed calls me." your delicate hands placed your gloves neatly on your desk, your legs waddling over to your precious, triple sized bed. "you're dismissed," you spoke to the maid as she nodded, packing away the contents of your wash bag with delicate hands and tie it with the finest ribbon that you had received from — unsurprisingly — zayne. she placed it gently beside the mirror before turning to you, assisting you in putting on your bonnet before bowing once more and walking towards the door that awaited her.

"good night your majesty." she whispered back to you before leaving your room, making sure to gently shut the large doors. her footsteps disappearing down the hallways. meanwhile, the duvets were submerging your body while your eyes closed, a deep sigh coming from your mouth as you let everything die out onto your pillow.

the soft sounds of the night travelled through your window; tweets of birds flying around endlessly without a care, the sounds of the many animals also taking themselves to bed, the crickets alerting you that it was indeed late, and the sounds of your doors opening once more.

...wait a minute.

your body shot up, instantly looking in the direction of your door. but a figure, dressed in the rich attire blocked your way. clothing you're way too familiar with. with slight fear, you stared up at the man, your hand instantly shot out to strangle the man with your evol when that same hand held your wrist.

"hush, my dear, i came to see you." a deep but very calming voice pushed away the silence, that same hands gently pulled you upwards to his chest. just as you stared to admire who it obviously was, the moonlight shone through your window...illuminating the face of the foreseer.

"...zayne.." you held an intense gaze before you narrows yours in anger. your other hand hitting his chest. "you idiot! who in their right mind would sneak up on an empress like that!?" you yelled out, only because he gave you the fright of your life.

with a deep chuckle, his other hand swiftly went to your back, lifting you bridal style as you let out a little gasp at the sudden change of balance. "let me go!" his grip was firm, giving you the impression that he wouldn't be leaving without you.

"we'll be arriving at my throne in a little, i've, quite frankly, gotten tired of not seeing my love in person." whilst he let your room, you saw the head maid winking at you from her room before disappearing. a sigh escaped your mouth, this was gonna be a long night...and the journey was even more exciting and interesting. he was telling you stories on why and how he even managed to fall in love when you are fork two different kingdoms. which all lied in one thing.

"when we were children, at a grand ball, i noticed you from miles away. your aura was intoxicating, and you looked so beautiful. i couldn't take my eyes off you the whole night. but when i went to tell you that, you had disappeared." your face softened at the thought. "i looked, for many many years to find you, and every time i did, you'd—" he paused before speaking in a softer tone. "you'd somehow escape and someone else managed to charm your interest before i did. but i put in work for years and here you are in my arms."

he continued, "i sent you those letters because my parents did not allow me to exit the palace, until i finally explained why i wanted to do dearly." his hands held you tighter as he readjusted your position so you were hugging his neck, your chest against his. his eyes stared into yours, and you could see the galaxy rested in his.

you began to feel sleep take over your eyes, you dozing off for a good minute but you fought it, you had too. but his deep chuckle managed to wake you up more as his hands rose, pressing your head agaisnt the crook of his neck. his chin rested above your hair. "sleep, my dove. i've lost you multiple times but i'll never let you go again."

and by the time you made it to his throne, sleep had taken you easily. your head rested against his shoulder, a long navy blue cape around your smaller body. he spoke with sincerity, "i ever so love you, my empress."

↳ 𝚁𝙰𝙵𝙰𝚈𝙴𝙻: you are the goddess of Lemuria (wc. 1102)

deep in the waves of the ocean, you sat at the throne that was filled with many seas treasures that visitors, guests and mostly your beloved knight, rafayel. the same man who you ever so wished to exile just because of that bratty attitude of his. the amount of times mermen and mermaids would manage to capture the moments of you and him quarrelling in your own throne room was way too high to even count on your fingers. he was arrogant, and you were stubborn which was definitely not a very good mix to have.

despite the arguing, rafayel and you both shared moments of sincerity and admiration where he'd be flustered by the slightest look of you dressed in your wave-themed skirt wrapped around your waist and the decorative chest protection that matched his. your hypnotic hips that swayed at the sounds of your mermaids and mermen singing at every event that was held in your palace, the ever so adored palace of Lemuria.

today was a special day for you, it was the day where you'd choose your future husband, the future emperor of Lemuria. there were men from different cities and backgrounds of the kingdom who arrived at the palace's gates to try and audition to be your significant other. and you already hated the whole thing before it even started . "i don't want to do it rafayel..." you complained to your knight, your head slouched on your vanity desk as your hands laid limp in your lap, rafayel's position stood behind you. his hand working wonders on your sore, stressed muscles, his voice even softer. "then why attend? the last time i checked, you're the empress.

even though that tone was a little bratty, you let it slide just this once. with a sigh, your eyes closed at the sensation of his fingers. the whole room was engulfed with stress, tension flying through the air as you kept quiet, not wanting to reveal your melancholy to the rest of your world. "my mother requested from far lands that when she arrives from her journey i should be engaged by the least. do you understand how demanding that is?" his neutral face slowly turned to a sympathetic one, his body sitting down next to you by the desk whilst also wrapping an arm around your waist. you didn't notice it, until you feel yourself being grabbed and pulled by that same knight.

his face was barely even 5 inches away from yours, his eyes taking their time to admire your features with love. his other hands went to your cheek, gently using his thumb to caress the soft skin, his lips opening to land a kiss on your cheek. "you have to realise that you choose the person who you love, don't let any silly—"

"don't insult my mother." you snapped back, "okay! okay! i won't," he chuckled at your reaction before sharing this moment with you. his hands slowly descending down your body and to your back, you arched in impulse unknowingly bringing your face closer. your own hands rose to touch his shoulder, holding onto him with confirmation. both of you closed your eyes, leaning in to hopefully feel each other's lips pressing.

and you waited, until a soft giggle came from the man above. your eyes opened as you saw him just falling in love with your face. your frown was obviously clear, but rafayel was bluntly unaware of it. that face soon went to one of pain and confusion, when you slapped his arm in anger.

"rafayel!" "sorry! sorry!"

once you made your way to the balcony where you'd stand while the many men and woman below you kneeled at the sight of your jewellery shining in the light, a sheet of fear and dominance laced over the room. the organiser that originally made sure that everyone had arrived rose his head before speaking in a timid tone, "y-your majesty, here i present to you many civilians from far lands...shall i begin?"

the silence that followed after nearly made the organiser shit himself, feeling like he was about to get assassinated for doing something wrong until you let out a scoff. your own voice overpowered every other noise in the room, "there's been a change of plans," the Lemurians below rose their heads hesitantly, confused at what could've happened. and rafayel decided it was okay to speak, "and what's that your highness?—"

"i'm getting to it." your head snapped to rafayel who decided it was okay to speak over you, your glare enough of a reason for him to shut their lip until further notice. "people of Lemuria, i've come to a conclusion where there's a...brave, handsome, strong man who's taken my heart for his own sake." the woman all groaned and whined.

"...he is not in the line at the moment, but he shall stand where he is." the feeling of fear grew, a sudden drop of atmosphere nearly knocked you off your flats. the guards, knights and civilians all stared at one person, who you then joined.

"...hey hey hey...! why am i being gawked at?" rafayel spoke with a slight confusion in his tone, his gaze going all over that place until in his peripheral he spotted you. slowly approaching him with your hands out, you held his tightly. "rafayel," your tone dropped in sternness, becoming the softest it's ever been, your hands held together before he understood with a nod.

both of you held each other's hands as you closed your eyes, embracing the feelikg of your love swirling and interlocking between the palms of your hands. the feeling of something moving appeared, something swimming around with glee. you unclasped your hands to see a blue fish, swimming in your palms. the room feel silent, untik it erupted in cheers— quiet cheers.

"rafayel, i declare you the emperor of Lemuria, God of the Sea." finally, you both hugged deeply, his hands lifting you into the air as he spun you around. after he missed you about a hundred times, he let you down. rafayel's grin has never been bigger, his hands ruffling your hair. "he-heyyyyy! i never knew you had the hots for me?" your brown cheeks flushed a maroon tint, your shyness finally showing as he laughed at you. only to receive another hit on the arm.

"so...my empress...how about we make our way to our bedroom?" you giggled before kissing his lips once again, both of you enjoying it until you pulled away. "you absolute tease."

↳ 𝚂𝚈𝙻𝚄𝚂: you are the "empress" of the Onychinus (wc. 1,500)

in the N109 Zone, you were known as the empress, the ruler of the lands that owned to the name, every what3worfs that landed in the N109 Zone was reported back to you. any trouble was given to your office, which laid in another important person's presence. you were known for your intimidating aura, and for your mysterious appearance to nearly everyone that even approached you. there's been times where people would submit just at the sound of your dismissal to anything that they said.

this lead to a particular leader of the organisation — that you have had to work with — starting to become more aware of this 'mysterious' woman that ran around the place like a fly to another. rumours came around that you were finally coming down to the huge auction that was taking place in the new week or so. so he took action, and that man was the one and only sylus. this meant that he'd definitely be there for that particularly night.

you've heard of sylus due to the impact he has on the N109 Zone, nearly everyone was scared of him. just nearly. and the amount of times you are called the 'King and Queen' of the N109 Zone was infuriatingly high, which made you even more determined to find out who this man really was.

"kyle!" you yelled out for your fashion designer, who came into the room with a confusion look before it turned to one of confidence. his hands hovering over the dress that you wore— red, silk material dripping down your body, shaping your curves and complimenting your brown skin. the v-line was decorated in feathers along with a ruby in the middle which connected the 'V'. "ooooo, look at you, my girl!" he cheered on, fascinated at the way it worked out while you rolled your eyes. "mhm, yeah yeah, i need you for a second."

"sure thing, what's up?" he spoke quietly, "did a string come out? does it feel uncomfortable?" you let out a scoff and a laugh before looking at the back in the mirror. "no no, i was just wondering how this...brooch is supposed to be placed on the dress. normally it's on the v-like but it's decorated enough and there's no space." you explained in a confused manner, putting the brooch in between your index finger and thumb.

this brooch had been delivered to you a day or two ago, the address or the sender was anonymous so you had it checked to be anything harmful or offensive to have in your profession. but you had a good feeling on who it was. "oh!" kyle replied, "i'd say that..." he gently removed the ruby before replacing it with the brooch, instead putting the ring on a hair lip and placing it on your bun with professionalism. "there we go! gorgeous as always." you thanked him before grabbing your fancy bag and calling up the guards and your driver.

meanwhile, sylus was waiting on top of the building, waiting to see where you'd emerged from. mephisto stood placed his broad shoulder, just twitching his head and making small sounds before sylus glared at him with the intention of shutting him up. his head turned back as he took a deep breath—

CAWWWWKKK!— "be quiet." the bird yelled even louder before finally shutting up, sylus pinching the skin in the bridge of his rideable nose. stress already colouring his face due to the mechanical crow who loves to torment this man. but he was finally taken out of that stage when he saw a few cars surrounding a tinted mysterious car that was in the middle.

they parked on the side of the road, the security guards coming out to secure the car before the door opened, your figure slowly appearing calm of the car. his heart fluttered nearly instantly as you made your way inside, talking to yourself as you fixed your dress. the auction nearly went completely silent as you entered, your face neutral as you moved around the auction with precision and curiosity.

"hello, your highness." a young man came to you, formally dressed and spoken as he addressed you with such a tittle. you laughed, "oh please, just call me by my name." despite the love for the fame and powr, you hated when people acted like you were the head of the world. at the end of the day, you two bleed the same and are all connected somehow. he nodded before calling you by your name, "would you like to be interested in our most recent additions to our place?"

with a hum, you nodded, implying for the boy to start walking and showing you the way. he led you to a place that was surrounded by citizens, all of them making way whilst also admiring the protocols that stood in the centre of the room. it was red in colour, a black and crimson mist swirling around it. the diamond shape made it seem so cute and rich in wealth but you just shrugged.

"is there anything more...high quality?" you asked with a slight disinterest in this current auction show, the man feeling a little upset that you didn't enjoy it. "well, there is one more..." that same boy led you to the VIP section, a large circled glass contained the powerful protocore inside of it, despite it's small size. but yet again, that black and red mist was surrounding it like magic. and one thing clicked in your head straight away.

your suspicions were correct as the protocore disappeared in your own eyes as a presence came behind you. that must gently touched the brooch. "so you've arrived?" you clicked your fingers as you turned around, instantly faced with a hard chest, your hand went out to push him back a little. your body leaning back as you stared up at that face, finally seeing him in his glory and this up close. "sylus."

your eyes looked at him up and down as he did the same before his hands slipped around your waist pulling you back in. "my oh my, who knew that the empress would be in such a low in quality auction place?" he spoke with a big ego, you could taste it in his cologne— and that exactly cologne made your eyebrow rise, it smelt good. yet to make yourself more professional, you spoke with the same confidence. "who knew that the one and only leader of Onychinus would be at that same auction?"

he let out deep chuckle, a chuckle that could cause sun earthquake if loud wenoufh. the sound waves tickling your spine. "how cute," his hand traced your cheeks. "but i think you'd look even cuter with your sweet little self in my base." you replied with a roll of your eyes before you felt yourself being pulled by an unexplainable force, your bodies even closer as he lowered to one knee. "what do you think you're doing?" he wrapped an arm at the back of your legs before standing up, your body perched on his shoulder as you let out a small yelp. "you absolute—" he lifted you higher with a shift of his hip, you let out a small gasp before walking out of the VIP section and near the door.

he stood in the middle of the auction talking to your security guard "me and my empress are leaving, so all of you go home." with a nod, the security guards all went back to their cars and took off to your house once again. "sylus," you called out as he started to walk out of the room, and outside where he called down to someone. or...something.

you saw how a cow rested on his other shoulder, you exclaimed. "what the fuck?!" he laughed at your reaction before explaining, "this is mephisto, my little...pet. he'll like having a new friend." you scoffed, instantly realising what he was implying. "oh you arsehole." his hand grasped your thigh before he sighed.

"there'll be a change of...atmosphere for a split second. so brace yourself, empress." he warned, making your body tense up before you felt it. the feeling of instantly speed for a nanosecond before he magically ended up in a crimson and black room, the feeling nearly making you sick. "oh...my—" he let you down before you suddenly held your mouth, his eyebrow rose.

"let's go to the bathroom," he spoke with a soft tone before leading you to his large bathroom to puke out your guts. his hand holding your hair back as the other rubbed your back gently, "if you can speak, confirm it." you took a deep breathe before glaring at him, "confirm what?"

his lips kissed your cheek, a hand patting your head as he wiped your mouth a little with a folded tissue, "am i officially the emperor of the N109 Zone?" with a giggle and a cough, you replied with a relaxed tone. "of course you stupid—"

"ah ah ah, no insulting your emperor."

"um? pardon you, i was the ruler first. know your place." "yes ma'am."

finally! i've posted! glad to see that i'm back in writing after a while, sylus was supposed to only be 900 words but look at that. thank for reading, hotties!

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date made: 23-25/9/24

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𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐍 - ✩✩✩

(part 1) ✩✩✩ - 𝓼𝔂𝓵𝓾𝓼

---------------------------------------------do not steal @aly4khq's work even though they are trash!

date made: 28/9/24

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ' 𝟐𝟒 —

welcome to my first kinktober !!! OCTOBER 2024. this is LADS themed.

disclaimer!: this will be my first kinktober so please beware of my horror writing, they will be drabbles as i am also writing another special thing.

stay tuned!

𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟏𝐓𝐇 ; brat taming + clit slapping — zayne, LADS — average!

wc: ???

𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟏𝐒𝐓 ; face-fucking + d!ldo usage — sylus, LADS — very short!

wc: ???

𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟑𝟏𝐒𝐓 𝟏/𝟐 ; knife play, threesome, mask kink — hunter!xavier + abysswalker!rafayel, LADS — a little short!

wc: ???

𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟑𝟏𝐒𝐓 𝟐/𝟐 ; fucked from behind — all 4 love interests LADS

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𝕋𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖

✞ synopsis:  you've come back to the small town you grew up in for a visit. though your relationship with the catholic church and faith in general have been strained since you were younger, you find yourself drawn back to the church... or more specifically... the new priest... you aren't ready to share your secret sin with him... but you may not be able to help yourself.

✞ pairing: sylus x curvy fem!reader

✞ rating:  18+ (minors do not engage)

✞ cw:  religion (catholicism), priest, lapsed faith, adultery, priest kink, suicidal mention, dead parent, sex, masturbation, drugs (marijuana), drinking (more will be added when/if they arise)

✞ disclaimer: this fiction explores a romantic relationship between a lapsed Catholic and an unconventional priest. it is not designed to be inflammatory or critical. catholic authors were asked to participate in the process. we hope you enjoy it, but we know that these topics can be sensitive, so please skip this fiction if it will in any way offend you.

✞ chapter:  1 / ?

✞ co-authors:  redbriony, confuseddoughnut (they do not have tumblr)

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The crisp smell of autumn was something you missed about the small neighborhood you grew up in. Pieces of golden yellow, burnt orange, and honey-brown leaves scattered over the gray cobblestone walk, making it look like a beautiful quilt. The street felt warm as afternoon crept up to greet you after a whole morning of heavy grocery shopping and last-minute errands.

And…your dad needed to go to confession.

You didn't have an understanding relationship with religion. You felt tense as you stood in front of the church from your childhood, a relatively small building with arched windows that probably had more than one glass shard smashed by a local kid.

"How is Father Thomas anyway?" You found yourself asking. The memory of your mother on her deathbed flooded your head. Your mom had her problems, and she was stricken with her faith even in her dying moments. And when you had asked the priest if she could be saved, he had reassured you that she was already in the arms of God. 

"Why is he taking her?" You had asked, feeling powerless and exhausted, hugging yourself tightly in an attempt to hold back all of the anxiety and sadness.

Father Thomas had given you, at the time, the most religious bull crap you've ever heard in your frustration. "God never condemns the innocent to suffer. Even if God seems to have turned His back on her...He was actually just loving her enough not to let her get away with it."

That didn't answer your question. It sounded like comfort. But how many people found peace after drunkenly crashing her car and injuring another man in the process?

You should've kept your mouth shut.

"Father Thomas left." Your father told you, yanking you out of your memories and into the chilling Fall breeze. "Father Sylus took over a year ago."

You frowned and took a deep breath, nodding. "Have fun, then. If you need anything, I'll be in the car."

"You coming in?" Your dad pushed his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker.

"No," You replied firmly. "I don't have anything to confess." You had plenty of secrets, none of which you ever intended to discuss, especially not with some out-of-touch priest whose homilies preached forgiveness even as he judged his parishioners - another Father Thomas clone. "Besides, what do you have to confess? Piss off the neighbors again?"

He ignored your sarcasm. "You can come if you want."

After your mother's death, it had become clear that all she ever had was religious guilt. And when you thought about it now, nothing made sense. What part of God's divine plan included drunk driving, death, divorce, depression, drugs, or illness? 

But you couldn't ignore that pull, the way those ornate doors called to you from an insatiable hunger inside yourself. Like the secrets only whispered within the walls of the church. The whisper of your mother telling you just to suck it up and go in.

"Yeah, sure," you forced a smile. You could glimpse something you have missed in the structure before , maybe . For the past few years, you had been trying to spot miracles and tried to find an explanation as to why your mother had died before your eyes that wasn't backwashed with the usual sentiment. 

When you walked through the doors, you paused. It was like time and life had stopped. This chapel gave off an eerily peaceful feeling. With thick wooden pillars reaching up and gently hugging the ceiling, you remembered what it felt like to truly be a child of God—just for a moment, anyway.

Your eyes fell on the apse hosting the Marian shrine, surrounded by candles, many already lit. You recall every candle you lit for your mother, first praying to let her be well, to let her set down the bottle. Then, you prayed harder as she lay in the hospital. You lit a piece of your soul afire with every wick.

And all of it amounted to nothing. Ashes only. Like your mother, sitting in an urn on top of the mantle of your childhood home.

Along the back wall trailed the line of bored parishioners waiting for their turn to confess. You take your spot at the back of the line with your father, settling into the familiar routines of the sacraments.

As the line moves, crawling slowly along the back wall of the nave, you scroll through your phone, or at least start to.

So much of this place reminds you of Father Thomas — the smell of incense, the sound of muffled coughs echoing off the vaulted ceiling, the tinkling sound of the baptismal font in the entryway. 

But there is a presence here that feels nothing like Father Thomas. 

Was it appropriate to compare the new priest to the old one?

This new person sat behind the wooden barrier, shrouded in darkness. Something about him arrested your attention. Your phone sits, ignored, in your hand. 

You know he is the person who would wait for the words you speak in confession, without judgment, and to whom you had no obligation until the moment you would open your mouth. 

"Forgive me Father , for I have sinned. It's been three years since my last confession," you spoke in a quiet, solemn tone. You didn't believe that much had changed since you moved away. Well, except for the one thing that happened - but there was no way you were going to tell him that.

Unbidden memories came to mind. Memories of steamy nights tucked away in hotels, illicit meetings that you knew were wrong because he belonged to someone else already, but you just couldn't resist…

No. You couldn't tell him about that. You were far too ashamed. No, you had to think of something else to say. Anything else to say. 

Tilting your head towards the floor, you lowered your eyes, fighting back any self-loathing emotions in your mind. For a long time, you told yourself that life happened, and in the meantime, there were other things to experience besides faith. 

You had almost forgotten how this all worked and what was supposed to happen next. You heard a shift, the sound of wood creaking. 

"Tell me your sins." The voice of the new priest was soft and smooth, in a way that made the hairs on your arms stand. Father Thomas had never sounded like him, ever reminded anyone what they were supposed to do during confession. In the deep recesses of your mind, you felt there was something unsettlingly familiar about that tone, that cadence. 

Closing your eyes, you tried to bring up literally anything else that could be considered a sin. "I - I told my dad he was an asshole this week." 

Was there really nothing else you could tell him? It felt like a lost cause. He would most likely repeat some bible verse you already knew and admonish you for 'sinning' as much as you had while also claiming the salvation of heaven was all yours for the taking. But that was your burden to shoulder and not his. 

"Why did you call him an asshole?" 

"Sorry?" You weren't sure what was happening. Confession was a place of absolution, a place to listen, not encourage further action or rationale. At least that's how Father Thomas always - 

"Why did you call your father an asshole?" The question was asked again, a little louder as if you hadn't heard it. The more you thought about the question, the less you could discern its intent. Was he looking for something you didn't know?

"Uh, he forgot to pick me up from the airport." You sighed, but the conversation didn't end there. When you paused, you heard him shift again. If you had to guess, he nodded in that kind of stiff way priests do. He probably did it every time you stopped talking, even when there wasn't any vocal confirmation or cue. 

"How long did you wait?" 

"Two hours." You quickly said, trying to imagine a face to match the voice, failing to identify even a bit of the man behind the screen. "I almost got hit by some guy's truck." Another pause made you think back to that moment at the airport when you had gotten so frustrated at your father on the phone. "When Dad finally showed up, he said the fees for the parking garage were too high and made me walk to his car." 

Perhaps this Father Sylus was a lunatic, clearly used to the rich and holy roller types that confessed to him daily. Perhaps his interest in your story would wane. Instead of offering any indication that he cared, he only shifted again. 

When he finally spoke again, his voice soothed any anger brewing. "The Lord teaches us that before we judge others, we should measure ourselves - Proverbs 28:13. 'Whoever conceals their sins does not prosper, but the one who confesses and renounces them finds mercy.' Three Hail Marys and 1 Our Father. And apologize to your father."

You found yourself unsure of how to respond before bowing your head again, "Thank you, Father."