Aint It Fun

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you think you may have cracked the code. you spent months trying to figure it out and you finally, finally understand the reason behind the petnames sylus calls you regularly.

kitten is for when he's amused by your antics, usually accompanied by a smile that lights up his eyes. like when you swear that you can get 3 plushies at the claw machine, he only laughs in that smooth, deep voice of his and says, "well, i look forward to seeing you add to your collection then, kitten."

now sweetie is for when he's feeling comfortable, relaxing at the onychinus base and it's just the two of you blanketed in the dark of night. "sweetie," he calls as he watches you emerge from the bathroom. "come here. let me dry your hair, lest you catch a cold. i'll be the one who'll have to look after you if you do, after all."

when he wants to tease you, and this tends to be in front of your fellow hunters, my partner is what he likes to use to refer to you, as he smiles like nothing's wrong and you panic on the inside, the double entendre not lost on you, hoping none of them catch on to the fact that he's the infamous sylus. "how i know them? of course it's because they're my partner. we often do... business together. i supply them with fresh fruits regularly."

your majesty is what he likes to use when he's being bossed around by you (voluntarily of course, because who would dare order him around other than you). "i see this time's mission was pretty draining," he intones as he hovers beside the bed where you lie exhausted after another gruelling mission. "would you perhaps like some food, since i'm sure you haven't eaten properly? or would you like a massage to relax those stiff muscles of yours? whatever you ask for, i'm at your service, your majesty."

After a moment he changed the music on his phone to what sounded like a Hatsune Miku song. Curiosity got the better of me, so I finally spoke up and said “is this Hatsune Miku?”

And he said “Yep. You looked uncomfortable, and I know Transgender women like Hatsune Miku, so I thought it might help.”

~ I have no explanation for this one, just one of many thoughts that surfaced in the alphabet soup called my brain

Xavier: The hunter association conference room mid-meeting. You’d argue that it was the time you two had sex in one of the no hunt zones, but having Xavier’s fingers inside of you while Jenna droned on about recent statistics and reports took the cake.

Zayne: Against his office door. Zayne had a reputation to upkeep so he really can’t risk getting caught mid-thrust, ya feel me? But his office is just the right amount of public for him to feel risky. Against the door though, that was really pushing his luck.

Rafayel: During one of his art exhibitions, I’m talking out in the gallery, people everywhere. Somehow, nobody noticed the famous artist and his beloved bodyguard slip off into one of the darker corners of the gallery hall and fuck like bunnies.

Sylus: On a moving jet ski, full throttle, fully inserted. He took you on a tropical getaway with his private yacht. Heard you wanted to go jetskiing so he bought two and only ended up needing one. After the amusement of being cock warmed by you while zipping in the water became too unbearable, he turned the jet ski off and pounded you.

Imagine finally getting a night alone with Caleb after what feels like months of pent-up sexual frustration and desperate touches that always ended in baby cries, 'mama I pee-peed!' and empty 'I'll touch you later' promises. You two were in a constant cycle of getting blue balled by your daughter.

But tonight was different.

Caleb was kissing down your neck with the kind of focused attention that meant he couldn't wait for any longer. His hands were under your shirt, already unclasping your bra with expert ease, your fingers tangled in his hair, and the look in his eyes screamed need. desire.

“She’s asleep, right?” he murmured against your neck.

“Out cold.”

“Perfect,” he grinned, lips moving lower. “Because I need to be inside you. Now."

Clothes are messily strewn on the bedroom floor, bodies bare. Desperate kisses exchanged and hands feeling each other up. His left hand's squeezing your breasts, his thumb gently tweaking your nipple as he greedily makes out with you. His right hand hooking right under one of your thighs, lifting your leg so he could gain better access.

"Fuck, I missed you.." he gasps out after pulling away from the kiss. He positions himself right to your entrance, teasing the tip around your slit. But just when he's about to slip himself in...

knock knock knock.

You both freeze.

“Mommy?” You knew that voice. The tiny gremlin tone of a three-year-old who was definitely not asleep.

You both turn toward the bedroom door like it just declared war.

“No,” Caleb breathes, forehead dropping to your shoulder in pure devastation. “I'm going to lose my fucking mind.”

Knock knock. Again.

“Mommy? Daddy? I had a dream that Uncle Gideon turned into a waffle. Can I sleep in your bed?”

He dramatically rolls off of you, muttering to himself, “I didn’t even get to put it in.”

You chuckle as he stares at the ceiling. Looking lifeless. Emotionally dead.

Then, a whisper. “A waffle.” Followed by a choked, near-broken laugh. “He got turned into a waffle, and now I have blue balls.”

You're trying not to laugh. You really are. But your daughter knocks again, and you're both yanked from lustful heaven back into parent mode.

"Remind me to tell Gideon I hate him."

Seems like it was another typical night, after all.

the kids didn't know he was a famous person, they knew him as their music teacher who plays guitar, "Teacher Min".

and Professor Chun Geun-ah said that Yoongi was never late for the project even on the weekends. He put a lot of effort into keeping up with the children's pace. She said she couldn't forget the joy on yoongi's face and also said it was a healing time for him too 😭

The delivery of these lines specifically made me laugh so hard I was wheezing by the end.

The amount of sass. The confusion. The way he's holding back a laugh of his own.

You're in the kitchen, trying to prepare breakfast. You appreciate Sylus's help, and you love him for all that he's done, but you wanna feel at least a little useful and competent still. You're pregnant, not completely incapable

You manage to get something together when he finds you. Hugging you from behind, resting his chin in the crook of your shoulder, nuzzling his nose against your jaw and cheek with a rumbling, "Good morning, beloved."

You turn your head to give him a good morning kiss, groaning into it in annoyance. "My back hurts, Sy," you whine. "I swear they weigh as much as you."

He chuckles, kisses your cheek. "Let me help."

You give him a confused look, but you always trust him. Sylus has been looking up a lot of tips and videos for helping his pregnant darling, without telling you, of course, for moments like this when he gets to put what he's seen into action to help you like some suave superhero

He has to bend by his knees a bit to reach your height. Supports your belly from underneath with both hands. And lifts you back against him, all weight taken off your back as he effectively holds up all the weight of your belly for you

The effect is immediate. He smiles as he watches your eyes roll back, flutter shut, as your head falls back against his chest with a relieved sigh. Food is forgotten as you completely succumb to the feeling, arms slack and brain empty

You can feel his smile when he kisses your head. "Better?"

You nod dumbly, humming. "How long can you hold me up?" you murmur

"As long as you need me to."

"Then you're stuck here for a while."

Sylus has a habit of squeezing your face.

You’ve got a mouth full of food? He’s grabbing your cheeks. Got something on your lips? He’s squeezing your cheeks until your lips pucker like a fish.

Got new lip gloss on? He’s using one had to cup your chin and press his fingers into the soft skin, once again making your lips stick out so he can kiss them and taste the gloss.

“Shy-lus pleash!” The words are stuck, coming out as if you have a lisp because your face is being bunched together by his large, warm hands. “Hmm? Can’t hear you kitten.” And he’s placing a fifth kiss on your puckering lips. “You look quite cute like this, so soft and squishy.”

Sylus, the leader of Onychinus, a man who snuffs the life out of someone with the flick of a wrist, just called you cute and squishy. Yeah, you’ve got him wrapped tight around your finger. Completely smitten.

“Shy-lus I can’t breathe like thish!” You’re squirming, giggling, and scolding him all at once. “You’re fine, kitten. I’ll let you go… eventually.” Another little squeeze, followed by another kiss. “Shy-lus c’mon!”