#sylus drabble

[endlessapples]

synopsis: sylus has always been aware of other people's desires, long before they reveal them. but for today, it seems like his own birthday desires have appeared in front of him before he's had the chance to reveal them himself. in other words, what if reader turned into a cat for the day? and somehow learned that there was more to Onychinus's leader underneath his arrogant exterior. qin che | sylus x mc!reader bday drabble

Sylus doesn't care much for his birthday, not when it's served as a reminder of his own isolation from humanity. Others were sung to; they blew out candles on a cake and were gifted presents from their loved ones. And if he were born like any other human, perhaps that would have been the same for him.

But from his birth, he had believed his fate was predetermined: he lived alone; he would die alone.

At least, that was what he thought before he met you.

Even now, all these years later, although those old memories of we and us have long left your mind, he still finds that somehow, your presence has served as a reminder that he could reverse his own fate. And with that, he could one day reverse yours. Sylus has always been confident in that. Unshaken.

Yet, it seems like fate works against him. You still don't trust him. You fear him. You are repulsed by him.

And despite having lived his entire life untrusted, feared, and found repulsive by other humans...he finds that it rattles him the most to be experiencing those emotions from you.

"Boss! Happy birthday!" Luke and Kieran burst into his room, this time with sparklers--a fire hazard since it happens that they always choose the inside of his room to be the setting for their "surprise".

It's the twin's 18th attempt this month, and maybe he should let them know that today, for the first time that month, they're correct. As he considers it, Luke thrusts a cardboard box at him.

"What's this?" he quirks an eyebrow.

Mrow.

A fluffy round cat peers out at him. Despite the fact that those of the feline race are typically unable to convey human emotions, it's clearly looking up at him with what he can define as sheer disgruntlement. And that look...is somehow familiar.

The cat pounces out of the box with a soft mrrw, bounding away with the intent to hide underneath his sofa. But before he knows it, he's already used his evol to pull the cat back into his embrace. The cat lets out a hiss of annoyance and swats at him, but he notices that its claws are retracted. Clearly, there's no real attempt to hurt him.

"Look, Boss likes our gift!" Luke laughs, elbowing Kieran.

As Sylus peers down at its grumpy face, he thinks of a familiar hunter then. Its shiny eyes are the same exact shade as yours. And its fur matches the color and texture of your hair--soft, his right hand moves thoughtlessly towards the plump belly.

Mrow!

The cat lets out a fierce hiss this time, puffing its fur out until its double the size, and does another swat at his hand, this time with its claws out. He retracts his hand. The cat is fierce, just like that hunter. And it looks at him with a look that goes Don't you dare touch me!

An incredulous thought rushes through his mind just then. He makes eye contact with the cat again. Fully, this time. He knows those desires. He's always been able to see them, to feel them, to predict them.

"Now, now," he chuckles, almost out of a disbelief, "Is a little fierce kitten going to tell me how she exactly found herself in this state?"

When the cat--or in this case, you--turns to give a ferocious look at the twins, both Luke and Kieran roar out in laughter before turning and high-tailing it out there.

🐈🐉

An hour ago...

There really was no reason for you to be back in the N109 Zone. Your mission was clearly over. And yet, curiosity brought you back. Perhaps, it was out of curiosity--after all, you did want to test out the new ride that Sylus had casually mentioned last time. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because you had heard from the twins very recently that Sylus's birthday was some time this month and you might have been nervous that you had missed it. Just maybe.

When you had pressed the twins for more information, they had given each other a look that spelled trouble. And you really should have been more distrustful when Luke had given you a bottle and a sly wink. "Try it before you visit next time."

Kieran added. "It'll give you courage and then you can ask Boss any questions then, with no worries."

There was no way you were going to drink it. At least, until the thought of asking Sylus a question like "When's your birthday" had you feeling a little queasy from nerves (why? you had no clue), and maybe you were just a tad curious about what the twins meant about this drink. They wouldn't poison and kill you, right?

And when you had been in the N109 zone nearing Sylus's place, perhaps you had tried it then, and then you had started feeling dizzy. When your vision cleared back up, you found yourself much lower on the ground, on all fours, and...furry? You had looked up, making direct eye contact with the twins who had somehow appeared and looked like they had been waiting for you, and then you were scooped up into a cardboard box.

And now you were here, sprawled out on the lap of the leader of Onychinus. The twins had been caught by Sylus soon after they had fled and then dragged back. His evol kept them still, but you could still see their eyes shifting around as if they were trying to figure a way out.

"Now, is one of you going to tell me what happened?" he spoke. He was petting you now, though whether or not he was aware of doing so you couldn't quite tell. It felt nice, that you had to admit, and your eyes drooped shut in contentment as he stroked the back of your ears. And perhaps your small body was now rumbling with something that you couldn't quite control.

"Well, Boss...we didn't quite know what would happen. We just thought it was a little gag, you know, to give her some courage to ask you whatever. A placebo effect, I mean how were we supposed to know that could even happen...," Kieran spoke.

Before he could finish his statement, Luke burst out with a, "Well, it was his idea!"

Kieran swiveled to stare at Luke. "What are you talking about? It was your idea?"

They had begun squabbling now.

"Enough."

One word from Sylus had both of them falling quiet.

"Now, are you going to tell me if it'll be fixed?" Sylus's voice had lowered, until it sounded almost threatening, "And whether it'll harm her?"

The twins shook their heads frantically, and their voices synced up in their panic. "It'll wear off in 24 hours, that's what the label says! She'll be back to normal, we swear! No harm, no foul!"

Sylus did eventually let them go, but whatever punishment he had given them, you weren't fully aware of. It was easy to get sleepy in this body. After all, you had used up most of your energy earlier tussling around in the cardboard box and then trying to escape.

When you woke up from your long nap, you noticed that he had somehow fallen asleep too. But even in his sleep, his hand still rested on your back, covering up almost your entire body.

You took that time to stare up at him. It was weird. Even though you were smaller and more vulnerable now, this big scary man didn't seem to look...so big and scary anymore.

He had been worried about whether the liquid you had drank would hurt you. And though those twins were closer to him than you were, he had still punished them on your behalf.

You blinked, slowly. Maybe he was more caring than you thought.

"Are you bored now? Or is your favorite hobby now looking at other people while they're sleeping, Kitten?" his eyes remained closed as he spoke. And then he opened them.

You noticed belatedly that his eyes weren't red, at least it wasn't the red that you were used to. It seems like, as a cat, you couldn't quite see the world like you did as a human. In maybe more ways than one.

Mrw!

You made a sound of disagreement. He chuckled then, low.

"Well, I suppose you now live up fully to the name. A ferocious hunter has become an even more ferocious hunter."

You stayed silent then. Any reaction from you would just spur on more mocking from him. You take it back--maybe he is just a big bad man with a penchant for getting on your nerves.

"The twins said earlier that you drank it to...what, give you courage?" he paused, "To ask me what?"

Well, it wasn't like you could tell him that it was because you wanted to ask him when his birthday was, which really, was the most normal question anyone could ever ask and didn't warrant all these feelings of embarrassment and nervousness. Hell, taking down wanderers should've been more nerve-wracking than this, and you did that every day with ease. And besides, you were a cat. How were you supposed to even speak?

You then spotted the sparklers that the twins had dropped in their first mad scramble out of the room. You stared at the burnt sticks and then looked back up at Sylus and then looked back up at the sparklers. And then you looked back up at him and stared really hard.

"Ah...you wanted to know my birthday?" he was back to patting the back of your head now. You flicked your ears, feeling itchy all of a sudden. If only he could just scratch right there... "It's April 18th."

You swiveled your head to stare up at him. Today?

As if he heard you, he nodded. "Today."

You didn't even prepare a cake or anything. Or even a gift. And where were you going to get all of that now that you were stuck in this body for the rest of the day? You cursed out the twins in your head.

"You don't have to worry about anything." Again, he read your mind. "I don't have anything that I want for much."

You looked at him incredulously. Sure, he was wealthy and could buy whatever he wanted that existed in this world. But surely, there was something that his money couldn't buy.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly. There he goes, mind-reading again. And then he spoke, softly, "It seems that this year...my wish has already come true."

You squinted your eyes at him. What wish?

He chuckled. "Well, it's my first time spending the entire day with someone. It makes it feel special. As much as it seems like you hate your current predicament, I seem to find it quite the opposite. After all, isn't it quite fortunate for me then to have you spend today with me?"

You bumped your head against his hand. He stopped petting you then, and you rubbed your head against his hand. You then looked back up at him. Well, then I'll find this situation not too bad then.

He stared at you. There was something in his gaze, something that you couldn't quite decipher. It was something you had never seen in him before.

"Yes, it's not too bad then."

You let out a rumble, mimicking the closest sound to a laugh that you could with your current limited vocal cords. Happy birthday then! I'll spend the next 22 hours in your care.

A sly smile furled at his lips. "Just for the next 22 hours? Not even a second longer? Am I that detestable to you?"

You batted a paw at his hand. Keep talking, and I'll shorten it. You have 21 hours now!

He laughed, a true laugh, something that you hadn't heard before.

"Alright, alright, Kitten. I'll be careful with my words."

You blinked at him, slowly. Perhaps, you were right. Not about him being a big evil man. But about there being something more to him. Perhaps, he wasn't what others had made him out to be--cold, unfeeling, merciless, willing to get his hands dirty.

But those were thoughts you could save for later. You just nudged his hand back closer to your head. Now, scratch a little more to the right.

--

Extra:

Now that you were back on your two legs, you had set out on a tight agenda. First, you had yanked the ears of both the twins together as punishment, and then you set them off on a mission: distracting their Boss.

Sure, you didn't know what flavor of cake he liked and because of that maybe your hours in the kitchen trying to form a dragon out of red fondant was a waste of time, and maybe the crow feather ring you had gotten was a little too on the nose.

When he opened the door to his room, this time, it was you jumping out at him. You brandished your creation, all lit up with candles.

And as you sang to him, insisted that he make a wish, presented his gift with a grand voila, and insisted that he try a bite out of the fondant dragon (you knew it tasted disgusting and let out a roar of laughter when his nose crinkled), you saw the edges of his mouth curl up.

"What did you wish for? It's different from the wish you told me before right, it has to be. That wish already came true," you had asked him. "Wait no, don't tell me! It won't come true then!"

He was quiet for a bit. And then he looked at you, again with that indescribable look in his eyes. "It seems like my wish has already started to come true."

A/N: did not plan on writing this at all since I really should be working on chapter 2 and studying for exams so this is rushed lol...but the urge to pull for this banner and the gem poverty that holds me back...well I guess that impulsive energy has been converted into this instead haha! and I guess despite me not being the biggest fan of fluff, I decided to write it for our big grumpy softie of a dragon. we'll be back to our regularly scheduled dark themes soon :p

[cowgiri]

content warning: foursome (caleb + sylus + zayne + reader)

the air was tainted with the scent of sex and thick with arousal. the slick and lewd sounds of caleb's tongue lapping at your cunt flooded the room. his lips sealed tight against your clit as his fingers thrusted deep into you. it was simply too much, the pleasure was almost painful. but there was no escape, not with the full nelson that sylus had you folded into, his tight grip spreading you wider, if even possible. his thick cock eased into your tight virgin ass, the burning stretch teetered between a thin line of pleasure and pain. tears brimmed your vision, it was too much. too good. too intense.

"look at you taking it like such a good girl," zayne cooed as his lips brushed against your ear, his eyes transfixed on caleb’s tongue and sylus' thrusting cock. he bit your earlobe, tugging it gently, sending a sharp zing through your body. he tilted your chin up, claiming your lips in a deep kiss. you let out a sharp whimper against his lips. you could feel yourself edging closer and closer, the pressure building until it became almost too much to bear.

"not yet, kitten," sylus breathed huskily into your ear as you let out a choked moan. he pulled back out of your tight hole before slamming back in roughly, making you jolt forward. a gasp escaped from your lips as caleb's fingers were replaced by his heavy cock. the stretch was almost unbearably delicious, your inner walls fluttering as he thrusted deep and hard. his hips rolled with each thrust, his balls slapping wetly against your skin. your walls fluttered at the sensation, you could feel your body quickly barreling towards an orgasm. zayne's fingers trailed down the crevice of your abdomen before landing on your clit and pinching it, his mouth never leaving yours.

your vision blurred with an intensity you'd never felt before, leaving you a sobbing wreck against zaynes lips. your body twitched as they continued to pump into you, chasing their own release. you could feel each and every rope of caleb's cum hitting against the walls of your cunt. his cock pulsed inside of you as he emptied himself deep within you, filling you to the brim.

a sharp groan rang through the room as sylus found his release, his cock pulsating deep within you. another wave of pleasure hit you, a whole new orgasm ripping through you with an intensity you didn't think possible. you were barely able to catch your breath as they slowly pulled out of you, their release pooling on the sheets.

"you're so beautiful when you cum for us," caleb whispered as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

note: can you tell i’m ovulating?

[saintobio]

the biker's book club, feat. l&ds sylus.

pairings. sylus, fem!reader genre. fluff, smut, biker au, 18+ tags. petnames (kitten), unprotected sex, spitting, hair-pulling, consensual filming, creampie, dirty talk, possessiveness, violence, slight yandere themes, impregnation notes. ik he’s probably into cafe racers but the sportbike enthusiast in me thinks biker!sylus is the m*tthew w*ods of l&ds, booktok/biketok girlies iykyk

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who collects liter bikes like they’re toys; he’d usually get rid of them as soon as he gets bored, but his current favs are his black & red edition fireblade, m1000rr, and superleggera v4.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who got famous on booktok overnight after posting a video of him riding his bike through the tunnel with a half-buttoned shirt. the view offered a peek on his toned chest and abs, leaving the rest to an innocent girl’s imagination. the comments on that post are wild, and the views went up to 2 mil in a day.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who broke numerous girls’ hearts literally a day after that post, revealing that he already has a backpack (you) and that his sunset and midnight rides are exclusively booked for his girlfriend.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who eventually taught you how to ride your own bike, gifting you a white N400 on your birthday—a bike he calls “too slow” for him, but is actually fast enough for a beginner like you.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who once chased a car for nearly rear-ending you on a red-light. as soon as he saw how the car almost hit you from behind, the loud and chilling roar of his bike bolted you in surprise as he accelerated to chase after the car, breaking the asshole’s side mirror, and teaching him a ‘lesson’.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who always keeps a possessive eye on you, always riding within his acceptable distance because the last time he allowed you to ride ahead of him, some guy on a Ford 150 tried to ask for your number, calling you a hot biker girl he hopes to have a ‘good time’ with. that didn’t end well for the poor guy, because the interaction was cut short when sylus revved his bike, lane splitting between you and the car, and running over the guy’s outstretched arm along the way. he might’ve broken a bone or two, who knows?

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who owns a springfield .45 gun, and claims he has no problems shooting another guy’s head if they dared touch even a single strand of your hair. he’s a very territorial individual and would not think twice on committing a crime if it meant protecting what’s his.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who’s hated by his neighbors, both because of how loud his bike gets in the morning, and how loud his girl can get during the evening. he doesn’t care though, because the sound of your moans were actually music to his hears. he swears he has to hear them every night or he won’t be able to sleep well.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who gets very kissy and touchy whenever you two arrive at home, unable to keep his hands to himself while you’re still parking your bike beside his. his lips would go straight to your neck, placing feathered kisses on your skin, tickling you with his warm breath as he tells you, “you know you’re mine, right?” of course you’d say you’re his. and he always follows up with a reminder, “good, because i’d kill any son of a bitch who tries to steal you from me.”

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who loves to fuck you raw, rough, and fast. he always had you gripping on the sheets, or scratching his back, or screaming out his name in a salacious escape to release your earth-shattering, mind-blowing orgasm. he always had your legs shaking, your body twitching, your breasts bouncing with each slam as he doesn’t stop pounding into you even after you came. he adores the sight of your beautiful, begging face each time he buries his hardened cock inside of your sweet, sweet pussy. “my kitten’s being too needy, huh?” he’d whisper to your ear before meeting your hips with another satisfying thrust. “always a slut for me.”

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who likes to spit on your mouth, pull your hair, and slap your bum. they’re some of his many kinks, and he can get nastier if he wants to, but he’d often say he’d rather save the best on your wedding night.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who enjoys filming your extremely erotic moments together, claiming that he needed to revisit those videos for when he misses you. his favorite content seems to be when he’s cumming inside of you, shooting every drop of his thick seed straight through your womb. kitten, you’re so tight, he’d think to himself. he goes even crazier for the view whenever he pulls out and sees his own semen dripping out of your swollen entrance.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who makes you breakfast the next morning after a long, passionate night. he always seems to cook the perfect pancakes, like he had specifically mastered the skill after you told him that pancakes were your favorite choice for breakfast.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who proudly displays you on social media, and bluntly rejects every girl who’d leave thirsty comments on his posts. he gets a little too sassy for their liking, but he doesn’t really give a damn about hurting another girl’s feelings if it were to protect yours.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who lets you ‘break’ his masculine ego by allowing you to paint his nails, give him skin care, or place cute, tiny, heart-shaped clips all over his hair whenever you were in the mood to. he’d just stare at you the whole time, amused at how you’d treat him like your own ken doll.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus whose immediate response when you told him you’re pregnant was “do you think it’s a baby girl?” there was no ounce of surprise in his eyes, no scintilla of worry at the thought of being an unexpected father, clearly, because he should already see it coming especially with how sexually active you two are. he really wants a baby girl, too. and a boy next. so while you were nearly horrified at seeing your positive pregnancy test thinking he’d ask you to terminate it, his calm and loving reaction to your unexpected baby was what made you realize that there was nothing else you could ever want in a man.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who, on the very next day, asked you to try and test start your bike because he thinks something’s ‘wrong’ with it. you hurried to check your bike, of course. little did you know, the keychain strapped onto your key had been replaced, now with a new, embroidered keychain bearing the words, “marry me?”

[comatosebunny09]

When your breasts are tender and sore during your luteal phase, Sylus draws you into his lap on your couch and slides his hands under your shirt to cup them.

“What are you doing?” you half-snort, your spine acquainting itself with his chest.

He buries his nose in the hollow of your shoulder, inhaling your warm scent. His lips curve against it. “I recall someone telling me that heat helps curb the pain.”

You shut your eyes, exhaling slowly. Come to think of it, his palms do feel absolutely wonderful. “You remembered that?”

“I remember everything when it comes to you.”

“Sap,” you laugh.

He lightly squeezes your breasts in warning, thumbs teasingly sliding over the pucker of your nipples. The sensation shoots straight to the pleasant space between your thighs.

“Keep being mean to me, and I’ll leave you to suffer alone, kitty-cat.”

You both know his threat is hollow.

[sodapopkiss6]

It's been 2 days since my last sub Sylus post, so today I present: Sylus in (dragon)heat

So I'm thinking...

He starts to be more flirty with you, showering you with gifts, attention, and love.

He shows off more, and tries to impress you.

He becomes needier and a little emotional/ aggressive.

He also starts to get more possessive and territorial, so the two of you stay in a nice house away from everyone.

He asks you to sing and talk. He finds your voice even more alluring during this time.

The two of you build a nest (most of it being items that smelled like you)

His tail moves more than usual. Sometimes, he even loses control of it.

He bites you more often and licks you.

You rarely see him lose control, but during his heat, he becomes putty. Needy whiny mess, begging you to breed him. I think since he has his wings and tail, the easiest position would be him on all fours or you laying down and him riding you. You would prolly need one of those toys that like releases fake cum. Since he's reptile and mammal, I would imagine he gets like double heat, so it's extra intense.

Yea, I think that's it for now, I'm kinda just guessing, I'll prolly explore this idea more another time tho

[sylusdarling]

Prized Possession

Drabble

Sylus x reader

inspired by this tweet

Sylus was in a bad mood today. You watched him as he stormed out angrily this morning, he was a man on a mission.

“Hey boys,” You approached Luke and Kieran.

“Miss!” They both swung their heads around to look at you.

“Do you both mind telling me what’s up with Sylus today?” You were hoping that his right hand men had some sort of idea of what was going on.

“Boss had his wallet stolen.” Luke said and Kieran nodded.

Just as the boys had said, Sylus had his wallet stolen. Unfortunately for the thief, his prized possession was in there.

Standing in an alley way, his fingers were wrapped in a man’s dirty hair as he sat on his knees in front Sylus. His face was bloodied and his lip quivered as he was at Sylus’ mercy.

“It’s a simple question, really.” Sylus yanked the man’s head back hard and he let out a loud cry.

“Fine! Y-yes I stole your wallet.” The man shook as he spoke.

In one motion Sylus loosened his grip and the man fell face first into the ground. Crouching down, Sylus dug his hand into the cowards coat and retrieved his wallet. Opening the black leather pouch, he plucked something small out of it and tucked it into his suit pocket. With a straight face Sylus threw his wallet on the ground infront of the man.

“Take it, since you clearly want it so bad.”

Reading a book in bed, you stayed up waiting for Sylus. He always told you to put yourself first and sleep but you just couldn’t until your husband was by your side again. The tall man walked into the room, he made sure he opened the door quietly incase you were sleeping.

“Sweetie, you’re still awake.”

Setting the book down on the night stand, you hopped out of bed and walked up to your husband. You wrapped your arms around him in a hug, he did the same. After a moment you pulled away.

“I heard someone stole your wallet today, get it back?” You questioned.

He nodded, “The wallet wasn’t very valuable. I just had to fetch something inside of it first.”

“Oh like some secret information or money?” You giggled clearly being sarcastic.

Bringing his large hand to your head, he ruffled your hair.

“Something like that.” He hummed. “Let’s go to bed, sweetie.”

“Sounds good.” You dragged your husband by hand to the bed as you climbed under the covers.

Before changing into his pyjamas, Sylus took the item he obtained out of his jacket and placed it on the bedside table.

There on the nightstand sat a polaroid of you with a large smile as you scooped a bite of a chocolate drizzled sundae into your mouth.

It was his prized possession.

[shouyuus]

─── 恋与深空 APHRODITE MADE ME!!

a mini-series of aphrodisiac-centric fics for our lnds boys bc how else do we celebrate kinktober if not under the influence? here you'll find fics that contain: sex pollen, heat-sex, and not one but two instances of sex-drug induced coitus -- don't say i didn't warn you now!

─── TAG YOU'RE IT .ᐟ.ᐟ

pls comment below if you'd like to be tagged in one or all of these fics! cw and specifics below the cut. pls do have an age indicator on ur blog somewhere if ur asking to be tagged! your my mileage may vary in getting these fics out though, bc the muse is sporadic at best and nonexistent at worse, but i'll eventually have all these written... for sure! also, these summaries/tags might change slightly as i actually start to write the fics to better fit the content, but the broad storkes (ha! get it) won't change :) and without further ado -- here we go!

─── 黎深 ZAYNE

doctor, doctor!

he's not one known for overindulgence, so when he comes home from the hospital one day with flushed cheeks and unfocused eyes, you're understandably wary of his claim that he's just fine. but a few more minutes of probing reveals that he'd signed up to test a developing cure for a new strand of black-market aphrodisiacs on himself — well, you think, you might be just the person to nurse him back to health.

cw: knowing use of sex drugs, needy!zayn, internal creampies, handjobs, oral (fem receiving), face-riding, missionary

─── 祁煜 RAFAYEL

so it's that time of year again, except this year on ebb day, he's acting stranger than ever, begging you to touch him, to stay close — it isn't till he'd panting beneath you that he finally tells you the truth, that a lemurian in love reacts to ebb day differently. how differently? well, you're about to find out.

cw: heat!sex, premature ejaculation, power bottom!raf, switch!reader, cowgirl, oral (male receiving), abo-adjacent dynamics

─── 沈星回 XAVIER

it's not often that you come home to find xavier sprawled out on the bed, moaning your name, fucking his fist to the thought of you, but when you do, you can't help but wonder — what brought this on? turns out a lumiere fangirl handed him a box of chocolates and he didn't think twice about eating them. so, what better punishment is there than to let him look but not touch?

cw: unknowing use of sex drugs, guided masturbation, mutual masturbation, dom!reader, sub!xavier, orgasm denial, footjobs, bit of aftercare

─── 秦彻 SYLUS

when the twins drag sylus back, squawking about how he nearly got shot, you're more than a little worried. but it quickly becomes apparent that what sylus got shot with wasn't just any normal bullet, and it won't be fatal. but, it is going to be a long, long night, and being the caring captive that you are, what to do but to dress his wounds and help him work through whatever it is that he needs working through?

cw: sex pollen, dom!sylus, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, rough sex, doggy style, creampies, backshot, hair-pulling, biting

[suiana]

boyfriend! xavier who sleeps like a fucking log. wtf do you mean you slept for 24 hours!!! boy wake tf up!!! 😂😂😂 an ideal date with this man is probably just sleeping together in BED. no walking, no eating, just sleep. yeah. preferably together in his bed, with him cuddling you.

boyfriend! zayne who gets stunned when you bring up an apple whenever you have a fight with him. ok, so he's a doctor??? is an apple going to stop him from trying to comfort you??? what do you mean yes??? an apple a day keeps the doctor away???

boyfriend! rafayel who acts like the world is crashing down on him whenever you take more than a minute to reply. you have OTHER things to worry about? what are you talking about? HE should be the only thing you're worrying about 😒 work? filing reports? sure but what about HIM!!!

boyfriend! sylus who lowkey looks like a red flag because of his... job that he calls his fruit business??? boy you are NOT selling fruits sit DOWN. he's a green flag wearing red clothes but that's all that's red to him because he really is the most loving man you'll ever meet ☹️❤️

boyfriend! caleb who actually IS a red flag. yeah sure he might be your childhood friend but can't he be possessive AND your childhood friend? why have one when you can have both🤑😍 bet bro was also the one who gave you the apple to wave at zayne. what? he's just keeping you... safe! yeah, safe from your other childhood friend. totally ☺️

[bronzealchemy]

when you first met sylus, he was all big and scary and intimidating. but then you looked behind the facade he put up for everybody else. and what you found was enchanting. softness instead of harshness. deep wounds that haven‘t healed to this day. a quiet charm that was more alluring than you were ready to admit at the beginning. but then you did and he became yours.

being with sylus was like a weighted blanket. he gave you safety. a home. warm hugs on hard days. soft spoken words in his deep, beautiful voice when you felt stressed out. he anchored you. he was more than you could ever imagine.

„I love you“, you whispered one night. the first time you ever said those words to anyone, his face cradled in both of your hands. since he just stared at you with wide crimson eyes, you repeated: „I love you.“

he held you so tight in his arms that it seemed as if he never wanted to let you go. he was yours—but you were also his.

[littlest-w01f]

Flowers

Sylus drabble

Drabbles/Headcanons Masterlist

a/n: 0 days since I've thought about Sylus... Or cried over him. AND IF I'M CRYING, THEN EVERY SYLUS KITTEN WILL CRY

The N109 zone wasn't for flowers. No matter how hard Sylus tried, he couldn't make them grow.

All he wanted was to remind you of your life when you were with him, and he knew how much you still loved your flowers. He wanted to give you the world.

But the flowers wouldn't grow. No matter how hard he tried, they never bloomed.

"They just don't bloom at this time."

But the time never came.

You found his secret garden before it was ready, before it could ever be ready.

Baren lands don't bear flowers. They don't bear hope. You'd heard him whisper.

When he found you there, the look in his eyes might haunt you forever—the sadness in them, fear, embarrassment—that he couldn't bear you flowers.

The next day, you show up at the base with your hands behind your back and a gentle smile on your face.

When you are alone, you bring your hands forward. And Sylus laughs, he tilts his head back and laughs, rich, joyous, deep, tears lining those crimson eyes of his from the roar.

Paper origami flowers. Fucking paper.

You approach him, "Would you like some flowers?" You ask in a soft whisper, sitting on the sofa beside him, legs thrown over his.

His breath hitches when you pin a red flower above his left ear, smiling.

"I don't need you to recreate Tarus City for me, Sy. You are my Tarus City."

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[randomfandomworks]

Sylus takes notice one night, as you’re resting against him, of the exact way you position yourself in his hold.

You press your body to one side of his, until you’re basically molded against him. Your heart lays above his, it’s beating harmonizing with his own until they inevitably sync together.

Your head rests slightly on his collarbone, your face lingering just above his neck leaving your nose to occasionally bump it after a deep breath. Breaths which fan across his skin and give him little goosebumps.

Though it isn’t any of this that truely catches his attention.

One of your hands lays gently on his chest.

Sprawled exactly where in a past life a final blow had taken his life.

Your fingers graze where the gash would have been, leaving soft touches instead of dripping blood.

You’re unaware of what had happened ages ago, though subconsciously you apologize. Holding him close now as you couldn’t before. Perhaps it was part of your soul coming to its peace as you laid with him now.

His hand shakes slightly as it comes to trace your own, he turns, placing a kiss to the crown of your head and begins to focus once again on your steady breaths and your heart's rhythmic beat.

Perhaps this will be enough of a resolution to relax his own soul as well, that way his part and yours can come and rest together again as you two do now.

[mephisto-reporting]

Husband?

About: How does he react when you accidentally call him your 'husband'? Pairing: Reader x Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus (Seperate) Note: Reader and the men are in a relationship. My inbox is open for prompts and requests :)

RAFAYEL

The evening was going smoother than expected, considering Rafayel had dragged you along to one of his many gallery showings. He had made a big deal about how you should be the one showing off his work to the public, claiming he didn’t want to deal with the “art-snobs." Yet, the second you both arrived, he quickly preoccupied himself on his phone, leaving you to handle most of the small talk.

One of the visitors, a curious older woman, was admiring a painting of his, a chaotic burst of color with soft hints of golden light. You were discussing Rafayel’s "creative process" (whatever that was—he hadn't told you much before retreating to his phone), when she asked how long you’d been working with him.

“Oh, it’s been a while now. It’s honestly amazing seeing him grow like this—my husb—” You froze mid-sentence, realizing the slip just as it left your mouth.

"Husband?"

The word hung in the air for barely a second before you felt Rafayel’s presence shift. His head shot up like a bolt of lightning, his playful, cunning eyes locking onto yours. You could practically feel his grin before you even dared to glance over. You didn’t even need to turn around to feel his gaze burning into you, practically shouting, Oh? Husband, you say?

“Husband, huh?” Rafayel drawled, pocketing his phone and sauntering toward you with that signature smirk of his. “I didn’t realize we were making things official tonight. If I’d known, I’d have worn something even more dazzling.”

You flushed, attempting to stammer out a correction, but he was far too pleased to let you off the hook that easily. He leaned casually against the gallery wall, one arm crossing his chest as he dramatically placed a hand over his heart.

He gently took your hand in his, his dramatic flair dialed up to maximum as he pressed an exaggerated kiss to your knuckles, clearly relishing the moment. "I mean, I can’t say I’m surprised. Who wouldn’t want to marry someone as charming as me?"

The visitor chuckled awkwardly, clearly not sure whether to stay or go, but Rafayel was already having way too much fun. “Of course, as your loving husband,” he continued, drawing out the word in a singsong voice, “it’s only fitting that I’m showered with even more attention now, isn’t it? I expect lots of praise, darling. I mean, just look at me." He struck a faux thought-provoking pose, tilting his head and flipping a lock of his perfectly tousled hair.

You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but at the same time, his antics made you laugh. “I didn’t mean to—"

"Oh no, no,” he interrupted, wagging his finger playfully. “You can’t take it back now. The word’s out, Miss Bodyguard. You’ve called me your husband. That means you’re stuck with me. Forever.” There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Does this mean I get to cheat at board games forever too?”

You groaned, rolling your eyes as you playfully swatted at his shoulder. “As if you needed a reason to cheat more!”

Rafayel laughed, that familiar bratty grin plastered across his face. “Well, if I’m your husband now, I think it’s only fair I get first dibs on everything. Cards, claw machines—oh, and don’t forget, I demand the comfiest seat when we binge-watch our shows.”

Despite his teasing, the warmth in his eyes made your heart skip a beat. You could see the genuine delight he took in your slip-up, how pleased he was at the thought, even if he’d never admit it outright.

“Fine, fine,” you sighed dramatically, playing along. “But don’t expect me to let you win at everything, ‘husband.’”

Rafayel beamed, and for a moment, that bratty, carefree mask of his slipped, just a little. He tugged you closer, his voice softening as he murmured, “Deal.” Then, just as quickly, he switched back to his usual, cheeky self. “Now, let’s go, wife. You’re required to be by my side while I survive this boring night. ”

Shaking your head, you laughed, unable to hide the smile creeping onto your lips. “You’re impossible.”

The woman, watching the scene unfold with a warm smile, laughed. “You two make quite the pair.”

“Oh, we do, don’t we?” Rafayel quipped before lowering his voice just enough for only you to hear, leaning in ever so slightly. “You’ve really outdone yourself, calling me that in front of witnesses. Now they’ll all expect a wedding invitation.”

Your face burned as you tried to shush him, but he was loving every second of it. He tilted his head, his hair catching the light as his smile softened into something more genuine, the bratty exterior fading just a bit. “Still… I can’t say I hate the sound of it,” he murmured, brushing a finger lightly under your chin before pulling back with a playful wink. “I might just get used to hearing it.”

You could only manage a huff of exasperation, but deep down, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter at the way his teasing had just a hint of sincerity behind it.

Rafayel, always dramatic, and yet somehow, just when you least expected it, a little bit sweet.

ZAYNE

You and Zayne were in the middle of your usual weekly grocery run, efficiently dividing and conquering your list to save time. He’d taken off towards the produce section while you headed for the rice aisle. As you browsed the different varieties, a middle-aged man beside you struggled with lifting a heavy bag of rice.

"Need a hand?" you asked, stepping in to help. The man smiled gratefully as you hoisted the bag into his cart with ease.

"Thank you, young lady," he said, rubbing his wrist. "My arthritis is flaring up today. Getting old’s no fun."

You offered him a sympathetic smile. “No problem at all. My husband’s a doctor, actually. I’m sure he’d tell you to take it easy on that wrist."

The man nodded in agreement, offering you one last thanks before heading off. You turned back to your cart, completely unaware of the word you had just let slip—husband—or the fact that Zayne had returned in time to hear it.

You felt him step up behind you, his presence calm yet undeniably magnetic. When you finally glanced over, he was standing there, hands in his pockets, a small, amused smile playing at the corner of his lips.

"Husband, hmm?" he said softly, his tone more curious than teasing. "That's... new."

You froze for a second, eyes widening as you realized what you’d said.  You opened your mouth, the words tripping over each other in a rush. “I didn’t— I mean, it just—slipped out. We’re not actually—I mean, obviously, we’re not—” You could feel the heat creeping up your neck, and no amount of backpedaling was helping.

Zayne didn’t seem in a rush to let you off the hook. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining with an ease that made your heart stutter. “You know,” he said, voice as calm as ever, “if this is your way of bringing it up, there are smoother ways to do it.” His teasing was subtle, barely perceptible if you didn’t know him well, but it was there in the gentle tug of his smile.

You groaned, pressing a hand to your forehead. “Zayne, I didn’t mean to—”

But Zayne, ever level-headed, merely took your hand in his, his thumb gently brushing against your knuckles. “Relax,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “It’s not like I mind the idea.”

Your heart skipped a beat at that, and you looked up at him in surprise. There was a softness in his usually stoic gaze, the kind that made your stomach flip. He continued, his voice measured but affectionate, “Seems like the next logical step, doesn’t it? My parents have been asking me when I’m going to take that step with you for a while now.”

His calm tone made the statement feel both casual and monumental at the same time. “Wait, your parents…?” you started, blinking as your brain processed this new information.

“Mhm,” Zayne replied, still holding your hand as though it was the most natural thing in the world. “They’ve been pretty vocal about it, actually. But I’ve been waiting for the right moment.”

The right moment. Those words hung in the air, and you could feel the weight of what he was saying. He was serious—calm and casual, as always, but serious. Your breath caught, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade into the background. It was just you and Zayne in that grocery aisle, hands linked, talking about a future you hadn’t even realized you both wanted.

“Only if you wanted to, of course,” he added, his thumb still tracing soft circles on your hand. “I wouldn’t do anything unless we both agreed.”

You stared at him, a smile slowly spreading across your face despite the initial shock. “You’re really suggesting this now? In the middle of a grocery store?”

Zayne smirked, his usual pragmatic self. “Well, we’re already talking about it. Might as well make use of the time.” He glanced down at your joined hands, his tone softening again. “Besides, I think it’s worth discussing what our future looks like, don’t you?”

Your heart swelled at his words, and the warmth of his hand in yours was enough to make you feel grounded, no matter how your emotions were spinning. “Yeah,” you said, smiling as you squeezed his hand gently. “I think it’s definitely worth talking about.”

Zayne leaned in closer, his lips brushing your temple in a rare public display of affection. “Good,” he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet kind of affection that made your chest tighten. “We’ll talk more later.”

He pulled away just as smoothly, picking up the cart with a practiced ease, as though he hadn’t just suggested the two of you start planning your future together. His eyes twinkled, a subtle tease hiding behind that usual calm exterior of his.

“And for the record,” he added, as the two of you moved on to the next aisle, “I wouldn’t mind hearing you call me ‘husband’ again.”

Your cheeks heated again, but this time, you didn’t bother trying to hide your smile. “Guess you’ll have to earn it first, doctor.”

Zayne chuckled softly, that familiar, grounded confidence in his voice. “I’ll be sure to work on that.”

SYLUS

The desert sun was relentless, and you could feel its heat pressing down on you as you stood beside Sylus, waiting to be seated inside the restaurant. He had dragged you out of Linkon on one of his mysterious ventures—no explanation, no warning, just the two of you thrust into the desert with little more than his cryptic directions. And while Sylus might have thrived in the N109 Zone's shadowy world, he was decidedly out of place here in the glaring sunlight,already starting to show hints of discomfort.

You glanced over at him, squinting slightly under the bright light. His expression was carefully controlled as always, but you noticed how his hand twitched subtly as if annoyed by the heat. The two of you had been waiting to be seated inside for a while now, and you decided it was time to speed things up.

Catching the attention of a passing waitress, you waved her over, putting on your best expression of concern. “Excuse me, my husband and I were hoping to be seated inside. I’m feeling a little faint under the harsh sun,” you said smoothly, the lie of you feeling faint rolling off your tongue with ease.

The word husband had slipped out so naturally, you didn’t even realize your mistake until the waitress nodded sympathetically and promised to get you a table indoors right away. As she walked off, you felt a cold gaze slide over you, and you turned to see Sylus staring down at you, one brow raised, a slow, dangerous smile creeping across his face.

“Husband?” His voice was smooth, but there was a teasing lilt beneath it. “Did I miss a wedding, wife?”

Your breath caught in your throat. "Wait—no, I didn't mean—" You started to stammer, heat rising to your cheeks, but before you could backtrack any further, Sylus’ arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer to his side. His grip was firm, possessive, and you could feel the smug amusement radiating off of him.

“I like the sound of that,” he murmured, leaning in just close enough for you to catch the scent of the desert air still clinging to his clothes. His lips ghosted near your ear, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Maybe this is a sign I should make it official.”

You swallowed hard, heart racing as you tried to keep your composure. “Official?” you echoed, your voice coming out a little more breathless than you intended. “What—what are you talking about?”

Sylus’ smirk widened, his amber eyes gleaming in the sun. “Oh? Cat got your tongue, Sweetie?” he teased, his tone dripping with amusement as he let his fingers trace a light circle on your hip. “You seemed so sure a moment ago, wife. But now? Speechless.”

You blinked, trying to gather your wits, but the sheer cockiness in his tone was making it hard to think straight. “I…I was just…helping us get a table,” you protested weakly, trying to pull away from his grip, but his hold only tightened.

“Oh, I’m sure you were,” he drawled, clearly reveling in your flustered state. “But now that you’ve set the bar so high, don’t tell me you’re going to back out on me. After all, you made quite the declaration back there.”

“I wasn’t—” You huffed, narrowing your eyes at him as you regained a sliver of your usual confidence. “You know it was a slip-up, Sylus. Don’t start getting ideas.”

He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “Ideas? Sweetie, I live for ideas.” His grip loosened just enough to let you step back, but the way he looked at you made it clear he wasn’t about to let you wriggle out of this one easily. “But let’s be honest, you didn’t hate it. Calling me your husband.”

Your face flushed again, but this time, you managed to meet his gaze without faltering. “I didn’t hate it,” you admitted, folding your arms, “but don’t go thinking you’ve won. I’m not about to sign any papers just because you liked hearing it.”

Sylus tilted his head, the playful smile never leaving his lips. “We’ll see about that, kitten” he said, the threat—or promise—hanging in the air between you as the waitress returned to guide you inside.

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. “Please, Sylus. You couldn’t handle being married to me.”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning in with that infuriating smirk. “Oh, I think I could handle you just fine, sweetheart. You’re the one who might need to keep up.”

You shot back, “Keep up? I’d be carrying you the whole way.”

“Careful, Sweetie. That sounds an awful lot like a challenge.” He chuckled, his hand brushing against yours again. “Now that’s a tempting thought.”

“Tempting? Try exhausting,” you quipped.

As you walked beside him, you felt his arm brush against yours, and the sensation lingered far longer than it should have. Sylus, of course, said nothing, though the smug expression never quite left his face.

This was clearly far from over. And judging by the glint in his eye, Sylus was going to make sure you never forgot your little slip-up.

XAVIER

The café was quiet, filled with the soft murmur of patrons and the comforting smell of fresh pastries. You and Xavier had settled in for a peaceful afternoon, your table already adorned with a delightful array of treats. He had requested a simple drink—no whipped cream. The barista returned, placing his drink in front of him with an impressive mountain of whipped cream on top. Xavier, as calm and indifferent as ever, simply blinked at it, showing no signs of complaint. He wasn’t going to say a word about it, but that didn’t mean you were going to let it slide.

Excusing yourself, you raised a hand and called over a passing staff member. “Excuse me,” you began, with a polite smile. “My husband asked for no whipped cream on his drink, but it looks like there’s some here by mistake. Would it be alright for us to get it changed?”

The words tumbled out so smoothly that you didn’t even realize your slip-up until the staff member nodded apologetically and hurried back to fix the order. It was only when you turned back around that you saw Xavier sitting there, looking unusually... stunned.

He was blinking slowly at you, his expression softened by a hint of confusion and—was that amusement? “Husband?” he repeated, his soft voice barely more than a murmur.

Your face flushed as you fumbled for an explanation. “Oh, no, wait—! I didn’t mean—” You stammered, desperately trying to backtrack. “That just slipped out! I meant to say…uh my boyfriend? Partner? Date? Not—well, not husband, obviously…”

Xavier continued to blink, his face now showing just a little more expression than usual. The faintest curl of a smile played on his lips, and he tilted his head, considering your words. “I must’ve missed that chapter in the 'Guide to a Healthy Relationship,'” he said in that calm, unruffled way of his. “I didn’t know we’d moved on to the husband-and-wife stage.”

You groaned inwardly, burying your face in your hands. “I swear, it was an accident. Just ignore what I said.”

But Xavier was clearly in no mood to let it go. “So, dear wife,” he continued, completely unfazed by your protests, “do you think we’ll have matching mugs in our future? Maybe get a nice house, with a small garden and a picket fence?”

You shot him a playful glare, but the way he was looking at you made it impossible to stay annoyed. “Very funny,” you muttered, though your lips were twitching at the corners, betraying your amusement.

“I think it has a nice ring to it,” Xavier said, leaning back in his chair, clearly enjoying this far more than you expected. “I wonder how long it would take for people in the association to start sending us wedding gifts. Or perhaps they'd just send weapons... you know, as a gesture of goodwill.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t think wedding gifts are really their style, Xavier.”

“Hmm, you’re probably right,” he said thoughtfully, then leaned in slightly, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “But you did call me your husband in public. Shouldn’t we at least play the part now?”

Your cheeks were burning, but you couldn’t resist playing along with his ridiculousness. “Fine,” you said, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. “But just so you know, dear husband, you’ll be the one doing the dishes.”

Xavier chuckled softly, the sound rare and surprisingly warm. “As long as you take care of meals. A fair trade.”

You were about to retort when the waitress returned with Xavier’s newly corrected drink—this time, free of whipped cream. She set it down with a smile, glancing between the two of you as if she’d picked up on the playful atmosphere. “Here you go,” she said. “No whipped cream this time, sir.”

Xavier’s eyes glinted as he thanked her with a nod, and after she left, he looked back at you with a satisfied expression. “See? Husband perks,” he teased, taking a sip of his drink.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide the smile spreading across your face. “You’re an idiot.”

“And you’re adorable when you’re flustered,” he said, the teasing lilt in his voice gentler now. He took your hand under the table, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “But... thank you,” he added after a beat, his voice softer and more sincere. “For speaking up for me.”

You blinked at him, momentarily thrown off by the gratitude in his tone. “Of course,” you said, squeezing his hand in return. “That’s what wives do, right?”

Xavier let out a soft laugh. “I suppose so,” he murmured, his lips quirking into a rare, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat.

In that moment, with his hand in yours and the gentle teasing in the air, it was easy to forget the world outside the café. Just the two of you, playing pretend—but maybe, just maybe, something more.

AN: reblogs, feedback and opinions are appreciated!

[umamaki]

THE SWEETHEART GRIP

one way soldiers kept their loved ones close during battle was by inserting a photo of them under a clear grip of either plexiglass or acrylic on their pistols. this is known as the sweetheart grip.

l&ds sylus x reader

me finding out about anything: how can i make this about love and deepspace... and yes i am american. yes i still don't respect anyone involved in or supporting the military leave me alone.

divider

So... Sylus definitely has a sweetheart grip of you. On all of his guns, actually. And you're not even aware of it.

They're all his favorite photos of you. Pictures of you on dates, selfies you've posted on social media, polaroids he's taken of you after sex.

He's insanely adept at weapons assembly so of coursee all his stuff is custom. Takes them apart, adds tributes of you, puts them back together.

You know he STAYS strapped. Always has a gun on him, always has a piece of you with him. As if your souls are not literally bound together. Whatever. He needs a physical reminder I guess. Can't go anywhere without some sort of keepsake. Keeps him sane.

Likes keeping his weapons clean; never lets your image get bloody, wet, scratched, foggy. Carries around a cloth to wipe away at any imperfections. Would never ruin your picture like that. Spends a modest chunk of his day making sure they're clean to his liking. It's so canon, have you seen this man during the in-game study and work feature even??!

Looks at your pretty picture all the time. Whips out his gun as if it’s his phone. Professional meetings, philanthropy galas, you name it. Intimidates everyone around him in doing so, thinking he's gonna shoot them—not that they would say that to his face—but no. He simply misses your cute face. Just wants a reminder of who's waiting at home for him.

Looks at your picture while he aims his gun at someone's head. Asks himself if this is what you would want. Shoots them anyways lol. Uses his palm to cover your photo as he pulls the trigger, careful to not taint your darling image with his enemy's blood.

You're bound to find out. He doesn't hide the fact from you, doesn't flaunt it either, so it's a while before you do end up finding your face staring back at you whilst looking through his armory.

"Sylus, what is this?" You ask, holding up the pistol so he can see.

"It's you, do you like it?"

"Well yes, I can see that it's me. Why is my face on your gun? And why am I naked in this one?"

"Technically your face is on all of my guns, sweetheart. That one's just my favorite." As if it's the most obvious fact in the world.

"... You did this yourself?"

"Absolutely. Do you not like it?"

"It's not that, but..." he waits, then the last thing he would expect you to say comes from your mouth, "...can you do this to my guns?"

He laughs, booming and robust, "why? You want my nudes on your guns? You must like me a lot, huh?"

It's enough for you to give him a slap on his bicep. "Fine. Nevermind. Don't know why I even asked."

He's still laughing as he pulls you into his body. He tickles your stomach, turning your pout into your own set of giggles, "I'm teasing, sweetheart. You can use as many nudes of me as you want. Shall we begin now?"

He jolts his hips up to your body, catching you off guard. He's noticeably hard now, tent in his pants evident. You get the hint.

“Why wait when we’re already here?”

“That’s the spirit, sweetheart.”

[glitch-but-ya]

Let your memory of me be lost to time.

Pairing: Sylus x Reader

TW: Angst, very slight "Beyond Cloudfall" spoilers, the reader doesn't share the same personality with MC, part 1 of a series.

Summary: The echo of your past self haunts you just as much as it haunts him. Having lost all the qualities that made him fall for you in the first place—the fierceness, the brutality, the darkness that once consumed a corner of your soul—Sylus is forced into a twisted dilemma, torn between you and the version of you he once loved. You loved him. You truly did. But you know that staying will only cause his heart to ache with the memory of what once was. WC: 1,241 words.

Part 2 , Part 3

"He chased after a lost fragment of me—the shadow of who I once was—all while I stood before him, longing to be seen."

When you needed him, Sylus closed the door in your face. You lost count of the number of times you’d shown up on his doorstep, your hands fidgeting awkwardly. You occasionally tugged at the hem of your attire, your eyes glued to the floor. Perhaps you were afraid to see the look on his face.

Each time, the moment your lips parted, they were silenced immediately by the sound of the door softly clicking shut. This went on for as long as you could remember. Day after day, you'd show up at his doorstep. You were persistent, and he could tell. No matter how many times he flatly rejected your presence, you'd be back the next day.

You never begged for him to open the door once he’d closed it. You didn’t cry, pound your fists on the wood, or scream out his name in desperation. You simply stood there, your lips quivering pathetically as you let out a sigh and eventually turned to leave.

As much as he hated to admit it, it hurt him to turn you away so often. After all, it wasn’t your fault that he clung to the version of you from your past life. He shouldn’t have expected you to remain the same. And frankly, he didn’t. But what he never could have anticipated was you losing all the qualities that had rendered you appealing to him in the first place.

You were no longer the woman who had fearlessly ventured into his den to claim his life. You were no longer the sinner they all cowered before. And you were no longer her, the woman he once adored. You were like the sister of a deceased lover whom he’d promised to protect, but no more than that. It was true that he held some sort of affection for you.

But it wasn’t love.

The events of the past may have left him with a small amount of endearment and a sense of responsibility, but it was never enough to equate to love.

And what hurt him the most was the fact that you did indeed love him. He’d led you on with false hope, and you knew it. Yet, you didn’t complain. You never held him accountable for the ways he hurt you, for the consequences of his own naivety. Your love for him was pure, untainted, and whole. He wouldn’t have cared if it had been anyone else. But it was you—the woman he had once cradled so tenderly in his arms.

And yet, now that he gazed down upon you, Sylus could not find her in you. Your eyes were kinder and no longer burned with the intensity that had once challenged his authority. Your face was gentler, lacking the sharpness and confidence it once radiated. Most importantly, your entire being lacked the confidence that had sometimes outshined his own. You were still an exceptional person; that was beyond a shadow of a doubt. You were intelligent, strong, and possessed many talents that left even someone as seasoned as him stunned. But alas, you were not her.

You knocked on his door, just as you did every day, and he opened it. But this time, your hands clutched a casket.

Before he could close the door on you, you thrust the casket toward him, almost forcefully. Sylus cocked an eyebrow and scanned the box. "What is this?" You pushed it further into his face. "Payback." Now that you looked back on it, the wording was quite questionable.

Sylus took the casket from your hands and lifted the lid. The sight of what was inside caused his breath to hitch. The box was full of trinkets: jewelry, stones, watches, earbuds, bookmarks, and more—things he had gifted you in the past. When his gaze met yours pitifully, you pointed to the bags at your sides. "And I packed the dresses in these bags. I squished them all in together; I hope you don’t mind," you said with an apologetic smile.

All the while, he stared at you in awe. The silence that followed was deafening. He knew you didn’t mean to come off as spiteful, but that only hurt more. You returned everything because you felt you had to—because you sensed his grief and knew his heart so wholly. Even though he’d said nothing and demanded nothing, you felt as if you’d failed him. You felt as though you didn’t deserve all the things he’d gifted you. These weren’t presents for you, but for the past version of yourself he had hoped you’d become. And he could tell.

Sylus’s gaze returned to you. You fidgeted before him awkwardly, swaying as your eyes remained glued to the floor. "If I missed anything, you can tell me, and—" "That will be enough," he interjected, his voice colder and more distant than he intended. He saw you wince at his tone before nodding slowly.

"Before I leave... can we talk?" Sylus replied with a hesitant nod. You straightened yourself.

"I’m sorry," you started. "I couldn’t be her." Your eyes met his scarlet gaze. "I tried. I think you can tell. I tried to be her, to piece together her personality from my limited memory. And I’m sure it didn’t work. It was bound to fail because you loved her," you said, grimacing slightly. "And you knew her, inside and out. But anyway, I’m sorry. I couldn’t retain my old self, and I couldn’t mold myself to fit into the gaps. It’s—" "Not your fault," Sylus interrupted, looking elsewhere. "It was foolish of me. I held unrealistically high expectations for you. It was only natural you didn’t meet them. Nobody could." He shook his head. "We were a lost cause. There’s no point in lingering on this matter. Let’s both let it go and move on." You nodded in agreement. "But even then..." you bit your lip. "You won’t forget, will you? My... changes. They left a scar on you. A deep one. And this time, you can’t heal it."

"What about you?" You tilted your head, pointing at yourself. "Me?" He nodded. "What will you do?" "Fade away from your life, and eventually, your memories. Although I wish for you to remember me, it’s better if you don’t." You placed your hand over your heart. "Remove me from your world, Sylus. Let yourself forget me and my existence."

"We are bound by fate," he retorted. "We will run into each other, whether we want to or not." "Then let it be so that, if we meet again, I will be a mere stranger you’ve never met before."

An uncomfortable silence stretched between the two of you.

"So, I guess this is goodbye." You smiled in response, your eyes glimmering with silent tears. "I truly did love you, Sylus. But you’re not mine." You turned around, preparing to leave. "I’ve put something in the bag. Do whatever you want with it. Burn it, rip it, or treat it with care. It’s up to you."

You looked over your shoulder at him one last time. "May your memory of the me now be lost to time. I pray that, if we meet again in another life, you’ll find it in your heart to love me. Until then, goodbye."

And so, you left, leaving both a lingering sense of loss and relief in Sylus's heart.

[comatosebunny09]

First time in a long time sex.

That yearning sex. That “I’ve pined for you for years” sex. That “I’ve missed you” sex.

Hot, heavy, sweaty. Ugly. Mouths open, panting. Raw. Unfettered. Breathless chuckles and goofy grins throughout. Intense eye contact. Groans slipping through parted, kiss-swollen lips.

Been at it for hours. No sense of time.

“Take me, take me, take me,” he praises like a mantra, the curl of his voice making your walls hiccup around him as he rubs your clit.

A hand wrapped around your throat. A thumb drawing your lip down, pushing into your mouth. Tongue jutting out to taste it.

Open-mouthed kisses, sighing each other’s names. Your nails embedding waning moons into his traps. His grip bruising, body mooring you to the bed.

He won’t let you get away—not this time. Not like you’d want to. Waited so long to feel him like this.

He pounds into you so good until you’re both soundless, yet you can’t look away. Skin slapping. The headboard smacking against the wall. Bed threatens to give way.

Like he can’t buy another one.

Tears stream down your face, and he furrows his brows. He leans down to pour every emotion he’s held back into your body with a kiss.

Your fingers twine together. Squeezing. He pants against your lips, hips stuttering. The world slides into a blissful shade of white. Toe-curling, mind-numbing, tongue-lolling sex.

I need that.

[cynireth-thorne]

『Devoted to You』

❀⊱ Pairing: Sylus x Reader (afab)

❀⊱ Summary: Sylus loves eating you out so much he cums hands free when you use his face, that's it :)

❀⊱ Tags: Established relationship, Smut, Oral, Masturbation, Slight hair pulling, Slight face fucking.

[NSFW Under the cut minors do not interact please]

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He might be one, if not the busiest man in the N109 Zone but when you visit the Onychinus base he makes sure his schedule is clear to spoil you as much as he can, be it with his black card, his time or his body.

That is why now you sit at the edge of his custom made king size bed while Sylus kneels before you, face buried between your thighs lapping at your entrance and nose deliciously rubbing against your clit as he does so. His eyes are closed and his brow furrowed in concentration, he uses one of his strong arms to try to keep you in place, his other hand too busy pumping his cock to help stop you from squirming away from his ministrations.

He moans into you, seemingly enjoying himself just as much as you are as he flicks his tongue on your clit before sucking on it, his aching cock now forgotten as he moves his hand up to pump two fingers into you while he sucks at your clit, ruby eyes scanning your features as if he's trying to memorize how you look right at this moment, at the edge of the orgasm he's so eager to provide.

And then he curls his fingers just right into that spot that has you seeing stars, your orgasm washes over you and Sylus helps you ride every wave of pleasure that overcomes your body until it's too much and he's still rubbing his tongue flat on your clit, his long fingers pumping deep into your cunt. You try to move up the bed to get away from him but his mouth follows you further into the mattress until you are sitting against the headboard and he is lying flat on his stomach, both arms now wrapped around each of your legs keeping you in place.

Your hands instinctively reach for the fringe of his hair, unsure if you want to stop him or to keep him in place, but this action seems to only spur him on as he moans louder and buries his face deeper into your pussy, pushing you closer to your second orgasm. As you feel the familiar tension build deep in your lower belly you use your grip on his hair to rub yourself on his tongue to chase your climax, barely registering how he ruts into the mattress as you use his face.

When your second orgasm hits you it's so intense it has your thighs shaking and your toes curling while you hold onto his hair like your life depended on it as you loudly moan his name, the feeling spreads from your core to every one of your limbs like jumping into a pool during a hot summer day, he guides you through it and then, when your moans turn into soft whimpers, Sylus finally relents, slowing down and finally stops just as your grip on his hair subsides, giving your swollen clit one last kiss before resting his cheek on your inner thigh, taking a second to admire the mess he made of you while he catches his breath.

It's only after he finally rises from between your trembling legs that you notice the sticky wet patch on the bed below, you simply raise an eyebrow at him.

"What can i say, Kitten? You truly are the best meal I've had in my life"

And you really can't complain, really, because you are so tired all you can do is lay there as he gets up from the bed to run a bath for you both.

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