Caleb and Sylus are the type that if you hold out your hand towards them they will immediately give you their credit card.
âSylus I wanted to hold hands. I donât need it.â You say as you hand him back his card.
He chuckles. â I know sweetie. I saw you eyeing up that motorcycle jacket in the display window earlier. Letâs go back for it.â He takes your hand in his and starts leading you towards the shop.
âWell if you insist.â
âCaleb I donât need money. I wanted you to hold my hand.â You giggled and grabbed his hand.
âSorry pips force of habit.â
âAre you implying Iâm spoiled?â
âMaybe but thatâs my fault.â He gently squeezes your hand. âKeep my card, so you can buy snacks incase you get hungry later.â
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ok so, i know it would never happen but imagine if sylusâ black card declines somewhere (idk bro, maybe the card reader is effed up) so he has to pull out that face card instead
Saw a few posts abt the LaDS guys playing a dating sim game and was inspired.
basically, this is how I imagine it going down if Sylus was the one playing a dating sim game and you were one of the LIâs.
Apologies, this got away from me and became waay longer than intendedâŚ.
Luke and Kieran get into it first. Sylus overhears them talking about it randomly when theyâre all headed to missions or taking a break during plans, etcâŚbut he pays basically no attention to it at first. The twins are always getting into some mobile game or app or another and as long as their work doesnât slip, he really dgaf
The twins watch edits sometimes and one day when theyâre bored, they try to show Sylus their favorites. Theyâre arguing over which edit/LI is better (up to you if one of them mains you or not lol). Sylus is relaxed and in a good enough mood to humor them and watches one or two with them. He still dgaf, although you show up at some point in the edits and he does note (inwardly to himself) that youâre pretty cute. For being a gaming character, that is. ButâŚheâs still not really that interested in the game or anything
At some point, the twins take it upon themselves to try and convince Sylus that dating sim games are a good business venture! The company that owns your game is making BANK! Maybe he should buy them out (and let the twins help themselves to all the diamonds and pulls they could possibly want!). Itâs a decent enough argument although Sylus isnât fully convinced just yet. He needs to do his own research yâknow? Without looking into it himself, who knows how long this trendy game will last? Is it worth the investment? ???? But he does tell the twins that yes, yes, he will look into it when he has the time. Yes, yes, the data and numbers that theyâve compiled is compelling. The idea is mostly tucked away on the backburner though. Hey, heâs a busy guy and thereâs always SO much going on.
One night though, when heâs on a vacation of sorts, he gets bored enough to scroll around the internet. AndâŚhe sees an ad for the game youâre in. He recalls Luke and Kieranâs business venture idea and wellâŚit looks like heâs got the time right now to look into it furtherâŚ. He downloads it.
I donât really see Sylus as the type to game too much, at least not without someone (you? MC? trying to get him into it), and at first he is kind of lost as to the whole format of it. But heâs a smart enough guy so he manages. He starts off with the first branch of the main story and meets a few of the LIâs. Youâre not in this part of it and heâs just casually playing along. Itâs alright. He can see the appeal of the story and characters. Heâs not great at the battle aspect initially (again, not a gamer) but heâs able to muddle on through okay. He looks up tips on a forum
He doesnât have a main yet, although heâs okay with the LI characters so far. He likes them well enough. Appearance-wise though, youâre probably the one he finds most appealing. He notes that youâre locked until a certain part of the story is completed but heâs not really in that much of a rush to get there.
The story and game are good enough to keep him interested long enough to finally unlock you. And then, suddenly, heâs much more invested in this whole thing. Heâs not on vacation anymore and thereâs work to be done but now that youâre in the game, heâs interested enough to the point of playing even though he doesnât really have the free time for it anymore. Heâs playing while in planes, waiting for his meal to be served, before bed, etcâŚwhenever he can get a few moments.
You are so cute in the cafe. He really likes the way you respond to pats and pokes. Your interactions are so cute. Your voice is so cute. Your animations are so cute. Even the way you text is so cute. Your face when you miss a plushie in the claw machine and stare accusing at him is cute too. The lines you say in battle are also cute. He especially likes the ones when youâre worried about him. He catches himself smiling at his phone. He looks up more tips on battling in forums for you.
He watches your bond and reads your anecdote. He kind of speeded through the anecdotes for the other LIâs, but he actually really takes the time to read yours thoroughly. Goes back and rereads even, just to make sure he didnât miss anything the first time round
He gets his first five star memory of you (I imagine itâs through Xspace Echo at first, not a limited banner) and omg you are so so so cute in the kindled animation. Heâs dying. How are you so adorable? Youâre just pixels. But ahhhhâŚso unbelievably CUTE.
Heâs a little upset with himself that he waited so long after the twins introduced him to the game before playing. He missed a couple limited banners and thereâs no way to get those memories of you right now. He watches them online
A limited banner of yours comes and he pulls for you. Of course he does. He has terrible luck as expected and he loses his 50/50. He finally gets you next time on hard pity. Doesnât really gaf though. Heâs down to purchase as many diamonds as it takes to R3 you. I mean, heâs certainly not hurting for the money.
The twins find out heâs playing. He wasnât really hiding it tbh. Sylus strikes me as the kind of person who has no âguiltyâ pleasures. If he likes something, then he likes it. Why feel guilty about it? He dgaf what people think about him, what people think a man like him should or should not like. The twins ask to friend him on their accts and he does so to be a good sport. He didnât really care to friend anyone before them though, not even for the stamina or achievement. He is fully pay to play. Doesnât have time to grind tbh.
He def buys all your outfits and poses. You get all his resources, all the wish bottles and crystals. no questions asked.
He isnât great at glint photobooth but honestly, youâre so cute it doesnât even matter. Heâs convinced you canât take a bad photo anyway. he has one photo of you in particular that turned out so, so, so good though and he has it as his wallpaper. He goes back to remake his MC appearance to look more like him. When he started he didnât really spend a lot of time on it because he didnât really expect himself to care that much. But he is so invested in your character now and he wants to take glint photos with you and his MC, looking like himself irl. man is fully self-inserting atp
And yeah⌠he pulls on all your limited banners. All level 80, fully ranked, awakened. Fully leveled up protocores. Online some folks say that youâre not the best for battling and heâs a little indignant about it for you. Those people just donât know how to play your character properly for battles. Clearly a skill issue. Heâs having no issue clearing your orbits. He reads the forums and watches fandom videos but never posts anything himself. One post he sees about what if YOU were playing an otome game and he were an LI tickles him a bit. He hopes you would main him.
He doesnât buy merch but he does buy a classy keychain that reminds him of you. Remember the Coach apple fob people were getting for Caleb? Something like that. Subtle, probably expensive, and something only he really knows represents you.
They run a spicy banner. He blushes when he plays it. Youâre so cute. So hot.
For your birthday banner, he def sings you happy birthday himself. Itâs off tune and everything but heâs proud of himself and you seem so so happy with his song. You smile and coo over the cake he decorated and the card he wrote. He canât help but smile back. Even if you are just pixels.
You make him happy. Heâs aware of how ridiculous and silly this all seems. He knows that heâs handsome (not arrogant or anything but wellâŚhe IS), heâs rich, heâs powerful, intelligent. Charming and likable enough when he cares to be. He is fully aware that there are many, many people out there who would love to be attached to him - romantically or sexually. But instead, here he is, smiling and pining for you, a dating simâŚ
Secretly, sometimes before he falls asleep, Sylus wishes that you werenât just a character in game. He knows from your lore that you havenât always had it the easiest and that people have not always treated you kindly. He relates. If he could, he would be so so so good to you. Sometimes he doesnât fully agree with what his MC says or how he acts with you but there are no other options. He wishes that the dates you go on with his MC could be with him. That you could touch his face instead of his MC avatar. That you werenât just programmed to say or do certain things. That you could be real and that you would choose him back, the way that he chose you.
He also probably buys the company that makes your game. A business investment, yâknow? Heâs paid so much into this game he might as well buy it atp lol
Adding on a little bit to this in light of more recent developments:
He buys a TON of merch actually. Look, heâs a dragon. He hoards. He likes having stuff, especially pretty shiny stuff (and you are so pretty and shiny to himâŚ.) He literally canât help it okay? Heâs compelled to get stuff of you.
Posters, figurines, plushies, display cases, keychains, cardboard cutouts, limited edition items, VIP boxes, yada yadaâŚ. Even rando collabs with food/drink items or skincare and makeup companies (catch him purchasing snacks heâll never eat and flowery sparkly eyeshadows and tubes of lipgloss just because your face is on the packaging). If there is a high end car company collab for your bday (looking at you Porsche, ahem), guess what? Heâs getting that car.
He expands his gaming room to two rooms and one of them is fully devoted to you and you alone. Itâs literally decorated in the style of your home. Kind of keeps it locked up because he doesnât want the twins getting in there and messing up his organizational system.
Case in point, check this out (based off this post):
Look at this big enormous LOSER. He just stuck a brown 6 card into a plain cup when the brown cup was right there. And I forgot to take a pic, but his next move was to stick a blue 5 card into the brown cup and go âWhoops,â and I ended up winning all 3 rounds somehow. ahaha đđĽłđđĽđ
how embarrassing for him đ look at all those losses in the upper right. this is your big bad leader of Onychinus??? look at how badly he plays cards! ha!
Sylus? more like Sy-LOSER-us.
lmao lmao idk. i love him sm for letting me win lol. it makes me happy lololol. i just like winning đĽšâşď¸
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You are trying to get some work done but Sylus is hot and distracting.
A/N: Wrote this because I wanted to gush abt how hot Sylus is. But then I got mad at him for not being real so it ended up with kind of bratty behavior on the part of MC/reader lol.
Thatâs what he gets for being fictional! đ
****
Itâs honestly embarrassing how distracting you find Sylus sometimes. He doesnât even have to be doing anything ridiculous (even though he often is) and you simply cannot stop sneaking looks.
Heâs just so hot though.
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Youâre used to well-built bodies, it kind of comes with the territory of being a trained Hunter. Youâre surrounded by abs and sculpted thighs all day long. You donât bat an eye at a muscled bicep or a toned butt. Brawny backs are the norm in your world.
But Sylus?
Well, heâs- heâs just so tall. Heâs tall and well-proportioned. Broad-shouldered with a slutty little cinched in waist that he keeps emphasizing with shiny-buckled belts and tucked in shirts. Long-limbed but built enough to keep from being gangly, and his frame is large so of course his body takes up most of your eye-line whenever heâs lingering about.
And heâs always lingering about.
Itâs hard not to look, really.
For a while you had tried to convince yourself that your inability to look away from him stemmed from a place of suspicion and mistrust. But at some point, you had to stop lying to yourself and concede that your tendency to stare at Sylus derived more from an appreciation of male beauty than anything else.
It was kind of nice when you were finally able to admit to yourself that you liked looking at him. It allowed you to freely appreciate and admire - you could catalogue and study all your favorite parts. Like that nose.
Sylus has a face that could rival that of a Greek god. Itâs angular without being pointy or harsh. And you love the sharpness of his cheekbones and jawline. And of course that lovely, lovely nose - with its very slight, but refined, bump.
Heâs also always smirking too and it emphasizes the prominent cupids bow of his lips. When he talks, you can see his teeth and sometimes even a hint of his pointed fangs - itâs actually quite cute. When he frowns, it softens his expression to something almost pouty, which is charming on such an otherwise somewhat imposingly handsome face.
He has sultry cat-like bedroom eyes that change in color from warm reddish-brown black tea to surreal glowing rubies, depending on the light and his mood. They are framed by dark lashes and can be startlingly expressive when he cares to be. Theyâre beautiful eyes. Even the slight darkness of the hollows of his eyes and under-eyes only add to his charm by humanizing his almost sculptural visage.
His hair is somewhere in the silvery ash blond family and is surprisingly fluffy when you get up close. When a light shines from behind him, his hair catches light and his head looks like its illuminated by a moonlight halo.
His neck is an elegant and straight column. Powerful and poised, much like the rest of him. His adamâs apple peeks out temptingly and sometimes you want to lick it. Other times you want to bite it.
He walks and moves with an air of authority and danger, all slow and steady until a burst of energy suddenly pounces forth. You like it best though when he softens in private and becomes something more tender and gentle. When his large hands reach for you and then hesitate until given permission to touch. His hands are always so warm and supportive, solid but pliant. Itâs like he tries to mold them to fit against you perfectly.
You like how heâll let you sit on his lap and trace the veins on his arms, even if it comes with him teasing you about whether or not you would appreciate it more if he worked up a few pushups for a pump first. If you give him a little âhmphâ and ignore his gentle heckling, heâll end up sitting there quietly and watch reverently as you carefully study the shapes and lines of his hands and arms. It always ends up being a nice quiet moment.
ââ
You walk over to where Sylus is sitting and bend down to reach over and pinch his inner thigh, hard enough for it to twinge but not enough for it to actually hurt.
He looks up at you and raises a brow, âAnd what was that for, sweetie?â
âYouâre distracting me again.â
He inclines his head at you, âYou told me to not bother you because youâre busy. Iâve been sitting here quietly and cleaning my guns and weapons. I havenât said a word in half an hour.â
You harrumph, âDistracting. D-I-S-T-R-A-C-T-I-N-G. Thatâs what you are.â
âAre you studying for a spelling bee, sweetie? Good job. You can spell âdistracting,â Iâm proud of you. Do you need me to use it in a sentence or give a definition?â He smiles, and you are briefly distracted by the curve of that lovely mouth. You catch yourself and then purse your lips before lightly kicking the leg of his chair for his annoying comment.
Sylusâ smile just gets bigger. âAre you sure itâs that Iâm distracting and not that you have the attention-span of a crazed hyperactive hamster?â
You pinch him again, harder this time as punishment, âStop being mean. Youâre in enough trouble already for distracting me. Besides, I thought I was a cat, not a hamster.â
He laughs, âMy apologies, sweetie. Of course youâre my kitten. How could I forget your little claws and feisty nature?â His tone turns flirty, âTell me, since Iâm apparently guilty of a crime I wasnât aware of committing, how exactly have I been distracting you?â His stupid bedroom eyes glint a bit as they look you up and down, âJust what kind of trouble am I in anyway? Maybe Iâll like it.â
You gently flick at the tip of his stupid, perfect, and distracting nose this time. âHush. You know what youâre doing.â You sneak a glance at where his butt is sitting. âStop distracting me.â
He notices the way your eyes dart down to the seat of his chair but ignores it. Instead he reaches for your hand, âAnd how should I do that? What do you propose, kitten?â
You resist the urge to give his perky butt a little swat. Or a jiggle. Or both.
âI donât know, figure it out,â you say.
âMaybe you need a break.â His thumb strokes across the entire back of your hand in a swipe. Stupid long fingers and stupid massive hands. âI can definitely help with that.â
You tilt your chin up and give him a disdainful look, âYou sound very sure of yourself,â you say.
He pushes his chair back before standing up, still holding your hand. Suddenly, you find yourself looking at his neck and the underside of his chin. He takes a step backwards and angles his head down to look at you properly. Heâs too tall and his stupid legs are too long.
He gives you a fond smile, âYou donât have to play those kinds of prideful games with me, kitten. There are much better games we could be playing instead. I know you were looking at me.â
âItâs because youâre so big that you take up all the space! Who can look anywhere and not look at you? All sprawled and taking up all the room with your ugly backside!â You yank your hand back from him and cross your arms.
Sylus laughs and wraps his arms loosely around you. He bends down to whisper in your ear, âI know you think I look good, kitten. Itâs one of the first nice things you ever said about me, remember?â his voice is so deep and smooth it makes you shiver slightly. âWhy are you acting so shy? Shouldnât you be less nervous now that we know each other better? You were so bold before.â
Youâre blushing but you refuse to acknowledge it. You pretend like youâre not flustered.
Sylus bites the rim of your ear very softly, just enough for you to feel teeth and the slightest hint of pressure. âCome on, kitten. Take a break. Maybe if you give in to your distractions you canâŚwork it out of your system. And actually focus on your work after, hm?â
You want to act like youâre not tempted. But maybe heâs right. Maybe if you let yourself look and touch your fill, the desire behind the distraction will be satisfied and you can actually get some stuff done.
âFine,â you relent. âBut only for a little bit! We can justâŚjust for a little bit okay?â You jab a finger against his firm chest to show that you mean serious business.
âOn my honor as a gentleman,â Sylus promises as he takes his hand to cover yours over his heart.
You snort scornfully, âYouâre hardly a gentleman, honor something else that actually makes sense!â You take a moment and reach over with the hand heâs not holding to slap his butt hard before giving it a good jiggle like you had wanted earlier. Might as well give in fully if youâre going to give in at all.
Sylus always talks such big talk at the start of Kitty Cards, but the second I start to not do so hot?
That man is sticking his 6 cards into wrong color cups, giving me opportunity after opportunity to draw more(better) cards, and handing over all his 4âs and 5âs and 6âs - I donât even have to cheat or ask! Heâs the one offering.
I think last week he actually took one of my 5 cards during a trade and my MC pouted about it. The next turn, he immediately offered to trade me two cards for one again. LMAO it was so cute. He always wants our scores to be close (in normal mode at least).
Idk, I just think itâs really sweet. Itâs like how heâs always hacking onto our comms or showing up in person the second a mission starts going awry or we get hurt. Like, you just know heâs keeping an eye on our other missions too - he just doesnât let on that he was there because they went smoothly and he didnât need to show up. Heâs overprotective but he tries to be subtle about it.
You feel needy for cuddles but donât want to disturb Sylus from his work.
This is just completely pointless indulgent fluff. idek
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Sylus is in the middle of a business conference when he notices the door to his office crack open. He knows that itâs you immediately, no one but you would risk disturbing him in the middle of work. He watches as you peer in before carefully stepping into the room. You close the door slowly and take small quiet steps toward his desk.
Heâs about to disconnect his camera and mute his microphone to ask you if you need anything, but you shake your head, and put a finger in front of your mouth to make a hush motion.
Once you reach the side of his desk, you crouch down and crawl over to the side of his chair. Sylus stares, wondering exactly what you have planned. He watches as you scrunch yourself up and forcibly shove your body underneath his desk, squeezing past his chair. You shift around under there for a bit until you finally settle down in the little space between his feet, facing away from him.
You proceed to wrap an arm loosely around his calf and rest your head against the inside of his knee. He hears you let out a soft satisfied sigh and sees you pull out your phone, set it on silent, and start up a mobile racing game. He stretches a hand down to stroke against your hair and you gently push your head against it to get more contact.
The conference canât end soon enough.
****
Twenty-five minutes later, his business is finally concluded. He shuts off his computer and looks down at you, still half-curled up around his leg.
âKitten? What are you doing sitting down there? That canât be comfortable.â
You keep playing your game, wanting to finish one more race. âI missed you.â You say, looking up at him briefly, âFelt like cuddles, but you were busy and I didnât want to bother you.â
His heart squeezes in his chest.
âIâm never too busy for you, kitten. You can bother me anytime. I Iike it when you âbotherâ me.â His hand slides down from the top of your head to cup your cheek and he smiles, âIn any case, my meeting has concluded and Iâm all yours now.â
You finish up the race on your phone and smile back. You turn your head to press a kiss against his palm. âWanna cuddle in bed? I finished my race!â You turn your phone screen to show him.
He looks at the screen declaring you as the first place winner and lets out a light laugh, âShould I compliment you?â
âYeah.â
His rubs his thumb against your cheek, âWell then. Good job, kitten. Excellent racing.â
He gently pushes his chair back before setting out to extract you out from under the desk. He bends down to take your phone in one hand and pick you up with his other arm. You wrap your arms around his neck and tuck yourself snugly against him. âComfortable?â He asks, and you nod.
He doesnât say anything else but you can tell that heâs pleased and walking in the direction of his bedroom.
****
Once in his room, he lays you down on his bed carefully and places your phone on the bedside cabinet next to you, before heading over to close the door.
You make a small whine as he walks away from you, âSo far away, SylusâŚâ
He chuckles, âItâs just for a second, kitten. Are you really that needy?â He teases.
You respond with another frustrated whine.
He sighs in response, but thereâs only resigned indulgence behind it. Heâs already walking back towards you, âIâm coming, Iâm coming,â he says. And he sits down on the bed next to you with a small smile.
You smile back at him, âYay, youâre back.â And suddenly he canât help himself. He bends down and presses kiss after kiss against your face.
âYou are completely spoiledâŚand so demanding. But how can I resist when you say and do the sweetest things.â He says between kisses, âYouâre so cute. Youâre so cute I can hardly stand it.â He punctuates his words with a gentle bite at your cheek.
You giggle and try to pull him down so heâs laying next to you. He acquiesces without a fight.
You return his kisses with your own. Peppering them wherever you can reach. âYouâre the cute one, Sylus. Look at your pretty pink face! So so so cute!â You say.
He flushes more at your words and gives a small snort, âNobody but you would say that Iâm âcuteâ, kitten.â
You give a small huff, âThatâs because theyâre all stupid and donât deserve to see how cute you are.â You cup his face with both hands, âI donât understand how anyone can see your handsome face and not want to kiss and cuddle it.â You press a kiss against the tip of his perfect nose, âSee? Look at how cute and perfect you are!â
Sylus laughs throatily and wraps his arms around you to hold you close. Heâs so charmed. He kisses the top of your head, âYouâre so silly sometimes. I love you so much, kitten. Youâre everything.â
You move to smush your face against his neck and press another few kisses there too, âI love you too, Sylus. Very, very much. You make me so happy.â
You canât see his face from your position against his neck, but you donât need to. You already know that heâs smiling.
The Association is sending you out on a honeypot-type mission focused on the head of a criminal faction. Sylus is familiar with the group and their leader, so you ask him for some help getting ready.
ââââ
It was supposed to be Taraâs mission actually. Poor Tara who had come down with the worst case of bronchitis, her usual bubbly voice reduced to little more than raspy gasps.
You were only the backup.
It was a honeypot type mission of sorts. The goal was to tag the leader of the B-Group, Mr. B, to find the location of their primary base; and to gather intel on their work with illegal protocore weapons. Ideally, the Association wanted to set up a long term espionage system in place to slowly dismantle the faction completely.
Mr. B was flashy. Unlike some of his peers who mostly tried to keep a low profile, he was loud and liked to make his presence known. He was alleged to have a weakness for women. Specifically, wide-eyed and vivacious women with brown hair and a sweet voice. Needless to say, out of all the hunters at the Association, Tara had fit the bill best.
Originally, you were only supposed to be a handler for the initial drop mission. To be there unobtrusively in the background and only step in if any issues arose. But now, with Tara out sick and the date for the soiree that Mr. B was set to attend coming up fast, you found thrown into a honeypot role that you felt ill-trained for.
Tara had spent the majority of the past three or four months prepping for the role, but you had only six days to prepare yourself. Jenna had sent you a fair amount of documents concerning Mr. B, and the Association had provided videos on luring men of power into romantic entanglements for purposes of gathering intel, but honestly, it was all a bit much. It was very different from all the previous undercover roles you had undertaken, and you were nervous.
In one of the documents you had been sent, it mentioned that the B-Group was known to have previous dealings with Onychinus. That Mr. B was said to have bragged about having a personal association with the Onychinus leader. It gave you an ideaâŚ
In retrospect, you had known that you shouldnât. That it was a bad idea. That Sylus didnât need to know about the Associationâs business anymore than he already did. But, you were feeling so overwhelmed, and Sylus had been so helpful in prepping for other undercover roles. And he even knew Mr. B!
Deciding to ignore your gut instincts, you call up Sylus anyway.
****
âHello kitten, itâs late for you. Pulling another all-nighter?â
âUghâŚUnfortunately,â you griped. You sighed, weirdly nervous for just a phone call with Sylus.
If Sylus could sense your nerves at all, he pretended not to. âAnything I can do to help?â
You swallowed. âWellâŚactuallyâŚ.â You gave another sigh, âSo, I have this big mission concerning the B-Group, and I was wondering if you had any extra info on them. Specifically on Mr. B. If you have any personal info or anything like that, I could really use itâŚâ
âMr. B and the B-group? Mm, I suppose I might.â His voice turns teasing, âWhat are you planning with them?â
âTop secret Association stuff bucko, canât say.â
Sylus gives a low throaty chuckle. âNow now sweetie, as generous as I am with you, you know that there is always a price when it comes to intelâŚ.â
You grit your teeth, you probably shouldnât have called him. But it was too late to back out now, âAlright. Iâm supposed to get close to Mr. B and find out more information about their protocore weapons. The Association wants an agent to establish a long term personal relationship with him to slowly dismantle the B-Group and their routes before they get any bigger.â
There is a pause before Sylus can be heard clearing his throat, âAâŚpersonal relationship? Are you the agent thatâs meant to establish a personal relationship with him? What exactly do you mean by a âlong term personal relationshipâ anyway?â
Of course that would be the part that he would harp on about.
âItâs likeâŚâ You struggle to relay the information properly, unsure of what exactly to say. âItâsâŚnot quite, but itâs kinda meant to be likeâŚa semi-honeypot mission. I guess thatâs the best way I can describe it.â
There was nothing but dead silence from Sylusâ end, which was very unusual actually.
It made you nervous and you blathered on, words coming a bit too fast, âThe Associationâs contacts have said that heâsâŚfond of women and I mean- I wasnât supposed to do it originally but the first choice agent is currently out sick. So Iâm, Iâm scramblingâŚI just- I just want to prepare more I suppose. Itâs very different from any other undercover roles Iâve done.â You take a breath, âI already have some info and stuff on his preferences and all, but since youâve actually met the man, I thoughtâŚ.â
Your lips suddenly feel dry and you lick them before continuing, âI thought maybe you could help me prep? Like when I was supposed to be the leader of the Tenebra group. Yâknow?â
Another pause of silence. Itâs a moment before Sylus replies, his voice slow, âAâŚhoneypot mission. IâŚsee. Is the Association doing that sort of thing now?â
âUmmâŚâ
âItâs a bitâŚwell, never mind, kitten. Far be it from me to dictate how the Hunterâs Association should run their affairs.â
You pause. âSo, will you help me?â
âSure.â His voice sounds curt, but casual.
You breathe with relief, âOh my gosh, Sylus, thank you. Iâve been freaking out so hard over this assignment.â
âI aim to please, sweetie.â His voice is relaxed and it sets you at ease, glad he was taking this so well, âSo, tell me, when exactly is this mission set for anyway? What do you need to know? How can I help you?â
****
Three days before you were set to meet Mr. B at the soiree, and two days after you had called Sylus, the entire undercover mission is called off.
The B-Group had been fully dismantled. Their routes and protocore weapons had all been destroyed, and nobody had any idea what had happened to Mr. B, or where he was. Rumors ranged from the B-Group breaking down due to internal strife, to Mr. B selling it off himself and escaping to some private island paradise. However, the Associationâs best intel suggested that the B-Group had somehow run afoul of Onychinus and been taken down for it.
As you sat at your desk reading the email that had been sent about the entire thing, you couldnât help but feel irritated. You knew you shouldnât have called Sylus that day.
And he had pretended to be so helpful too! Had spent all that time with you rehearsing your approach, and had even role played as Mr. B for some practice at light flirtation. You had some choice words for him next time.
Still irritated, you see Captain Jenna walking towards your desk with another file at hand, you sigh as you close out the email and turn your attention to her. You wondered what she had to say about this whole debacle.
****
You shove yourself into an empty bathroom and angrily speed dial Sylusâ number. He answers after just two rings.
âHello kitten. What a pleasant surprise to hear from you.â
âSylus! Donât you âpleasant surpriseâ me! Why did Jenna just tell me that my honeypot training might not go to waste after all? Why did the Association get a weird tip about an Onychinus lieutenant named âSlaterâ who has a weakness for women who likeâŚplushies, claw machines, gaming, and kitty cards?!â
You pause to take a breath, âWho is âSlaterâ? Is it you? I know itâs you, Sylus! The Associationâs busy trying to verify if it was a weird tip-off or not!â
Sylus laughs heartily, âMmâŚoh no. What a shockingly accurate tip-off that is.â You can hear the self-satisfied smile in his voice, âShould I congratulate the Hunterâs Association on having excellent surveillance?â
You bristle at his casual tone, âYouâre the one who gave that weird tip and you know it, Sylus!â
He sounds far too pleased with himself, âNow why would I ever give up such useful and correct information about Onychinus?â He hums a bit and you can hear the smugness in his voice, âI certainly hope that the Association doesnât find out that âSlaterâ is set to attend an arms auction in two weeks. And I would never want them to find out that the very next day after that, there is a shipment of altered protocores that they would love to get their hands onâŚ.â
âSYLUS!â
He finally drops the act, âYouâve been so busy with work, sweetie. Itâs been almost impossible to get ahold of you. It feels like you only ever call me for business. I wanted to arrange a date. Can you really blame me?â
âYes! I can, and I do! I know what you did about the B-Group by the way, and Iâm really annoyed!â
âI just wanted to help, sweetie. Like I said I would.â He ignores your angry protests, âYou were so stressed out about the whole thing, and honestly, the B-GroupâŚand Mr. B, they werenât worth your time anyway. Their protocore weapons were subpar and besides, they had been threatening to step on Onychinusâ toes a bit concerning product routes. It was really a two-for-one sort of thing. Would have happened eventually anyway.â
Youâre not at all assauged. âYou better be prepared to give up that shipment of protocores in two weeks, Sylus! Theyâll all be coming with me back to the Associationâs office! Every last one, you hear?â
He laughs, completely unbothered, âOf course, of course. A small price to pay for a night spent with you, kitten.â
ââââ
A/N: you just know he was BIG MAD when he first heard abt the mission. mans was trying SO hard to sound chill on the phone.
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You had never owned anything made from vicuĂąa wool before. Hadnât even known what a vicuĂąa was until you looked it up online. Hell, you hadnât even been able to spell âvicuĂąaâ at first, the search engine had to correct it for you when you tried to look it up.
Now though? Now you were gawking at the prices of various online listings of 100% vicuĂąa wool sweaters in mild horror.
âItâs just vicuĂąa wool,â Sylus had said.
âJust.â
****
You had found the sweater a week ago in Sylusâ closet when you stayed the night. Youâd been looking for something comfy to lounge in his bed in, and when your hand had brushed up against this particular caramel-toned sweater, you couldnât help yourself. It was so soft. It mustâve been one of Sylusâ favorites. He must have worn and washed it regularly for it to be as soft as it was.
Sylus had laughed when he saw you emerge victoriously from his closet with your spoils. Said you had surprisingly refined taste for someone so cheap.
You had never felt anything so buttery and soft before. Sylus doubtlessly used some very nice detergent and fabric softener. The sweater was a bit too large for you, intended to fit someone of Sylusâ frame, and the too long sleeves had felt so overwhelmingly cozy. You couldnât stop petting yourself while you wore it.
Sylus had watched you with a smile and teased that you looked like a self-absorbed hamster grooming itself. You told him that he was just jealous that you had discovered his favorite sweater and had taken it hostage for the night.
When it came time for you to head home the next day, you were loathe to leave the sweater behind. And Sylus, dear sweet generous Sylus, had told you not to bother and to take it with you instead. He insisted. Said you clearly liked it better than he did.
You had hemmed and hawed about it at first. Both wanting, but not wanting, to steal his favorite. But you could tell by his smirk and head tilt that he knew how delighted you were with your new prize.
You had no idea that prize in question was made of one of the most luxurious textiles in the world. That it was worth over four months of rent for your apartment. That it wasnât soft from Sylus wearing it all the time, but because it was made from the literal finest wool available on the market today.
Sylus just laughs when you call him up to confront him.
****
âWhy didnât you say anything?!â
âI didnât think it was a big deal. Itâs really not that bad, just a sweater.â
âItâs more than my rent! For four months!â
âTch, that really says more about your meagre accommodations than anything else, kitten.â
âWhy do you even have a sweater that costs $9,000 anyway?â
â$17,800.â
âWHAT?!â
â$17,800. It was custom made and I wanted a looser fit for comfort, so it required substantially more wool.â
âSYLUS!â
âOh sweetie. Itâs really not that bad. I have a rather large illegal white shahtoosh shawl somewhere thatâs worth at least double that.â
âA what? A sharoo? Huh?!â
âShahtoosh. Donât worry, sweetie. It was a gift from a business associate trying to curry favor. And very old. Vintage. I wouldnât buy one myself, I know how much you love animals.â
âHuh?â
âIâd give it to you, given your fondness for fine wools, but I know youâre a good law-abiding citizen soâŚâ
âYouâŚyou big criminal! Why are even the fabrics you own illegal? Sylus? Sylus! Sylus, stop laughing at me! Sylus! Itâs not funny. Sylus!!â
****
The next time he sees you, he hands you a skein of vicuĂąa yarn.
âFor my kitten to play with.â
ââŚ.â
Youâll never tell him that you do end up fiddling around with it later.
âââ
A/N - I know they use âLinkon currencyâ in the game but tbh I was too lazy to try and look up conversion rates so I just used what I know. Is Linkon money equivalent to the Chinese yuan, or no?
Sylusâ sweater is definitely extremely expensive, even for vicuĂąa, but Iâm assuming he would get the best of the best, soâŚ.
Also, apparently, shahtoosh wool is the finest wool in the world (literally. The hairs are the finest in the animal kingdom). It is made from Tibetan antelope (chiru), which are endangered, and the antelope have to be killed for the wool to be harvested, so thereâs some ethical and legal concerns with it. According to wiki, it is also illegal to buy/sell/own shahtoosh, however it can still be found on the black market sometimes for exorbitant prices.
Sylus tries to deepen your relationship by confirming if you two are dating and you rebuff him.
Warnings: Hurt/comfort, angst, crying, insecure & anxious reader, lots of internal negative self hatred talk on readerâs part
A/N: felt sad and bad about myself and wrote this.
ââââ
âIâm sorry Sylus, I canât.â
You have never seen him look as dismayed and distressed as he does right now. He isnât even trying to hide it.
âIâm sorry. I canât date you.â
He takes a careful step back from you, clearly trying to put some distance between the two of you, âIâŚapologize if I overstepped.â His voice isnât shaky but only just. âI misread the situation. Iâm deeply sorry. I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable,â he says, uncharacteristically awkward.
You bite your lower lip, flustered, ââŚNo, no. Itâs fine. Itâs not- You didnât- Iâm sorry⌠You didnât make meâŚuncomfortable. I- I just canât. Iâm sorry.â A cowardly answer, you think.
Sylus was always braver than you though. More willing to show you his vulnerable belly than you ever were to show him yours. He visibly swallows, gathering that bravery, before starting up, âIf I⌠If you donât mind my asking, is there someone else? Did I misread the situation? Us? How you feel about me?â He pauses briefly, âI thought that we were on our way to aâŚmore intimate relationship of sorts.â
You turn red, âNo, thereâs no one else⌠IâŚI just. I apologize if I gave you the wrong idea, but I just want to be friends.â You fidget. Coward, you think again.
You swallow. You know Sylus would never press an issue that you were obviously distressed by. But, you think, he deserves more than this. He had been so good to you. Made you feelâŚspecial, for a while. Looked at you and saw you. Allowed you to play pretend that maybe you could have something nice with someone nice. Sometimes he even made you forget your own self-loathing. He deserves to know, at least a bit of it, to not be left in a foggy muddle of where things stood, and where they had been.
You try to be brave too, âItâs not you, I know that we wereâŚflirting with something like that. Well I guess just flirting too, in general.â You try a joke to lighten the mood. It doesnât really work.
You canât look at him so you look to the side. Your voice comes out soft, barely a whisper, âI liked it. IâŚI do like you. I just. I canât date anyone, thatâs all.â
He frowns, âIâm afraid I⌠I donât understand? I donâtâŚâ He stops. You look like youâre about to cry. You are about to cry.
âOh kitten, I⌠It. Itâs fine. Donât feel pressured to explain. I understand that you have your own reasons and I respect that.â
You do start to cry. Messily, snot and all. Youâre embarrassed to do this in front of him, ashamed of your own weakness, âIâm really sorry, Sylus,â you choke out between tears.
His fingers twitch, unsure of what to do at first. You reach up to try and wipe at your eyes sloppily. You go to wipe your nose against your arm and his mind is made up.
He pulls you into a hug, and holds you protectively. Your tears and runny nose are undoubtedly making a disgusting mess against his fancy designer shirt. âShhâŚitâs okay. Itâs okay. You are always allowed to say no. You donât owe me or anyone else an explanation. Your reasons are your own and thatâs more than enough.â
His breathing is steady and you can feel his warmth against you. It feels nice. It always does. âShhâŚIâm here. Iâll always be here for you if you need someone. If you need me. We donât have to do anything or be anything you donât want. We can just be here like this.â
And it feels so good to be comforted, to let him hold you.
Sylus deserves better than you and your non-answers. You want to tell him that. You want to tell him that youâre scared he wonât like you anymore the more he gets to know you. That youâre scared heâll avoid you and reject you if he sees deeper into all the disgusting and terrible and ugly parts of you. You want to tell him that you hope he finds someone better than you, someone more worthy of being loved. That you hate yourself. That you donât deserve to be cared for. You donât deserve to be held like this. That you are so flawed and so ugly and so awful and so pathetic in so many ways that he cannot even imagine.
But you know him well enough by now to know that saying those things would only upset him. Infinitely patient with you as he is, there is nothing he would hate more than hearing you tear yourself down. Even if itâs all the truth.
So you choke the words down and say nothing instead. Just stand there and allow yourself to be soothed and held. Even though you donât deserve it.
You and Sylus watch âSpirited Awayâ together, and you say that you wish you had a dragon boyfriend.
I imagine this set in my âtogether-but-notâ universe, but totally a standalone as well. (You donât know abt Sylusâ dragon past.)
A/N: Features some Smaug slander. (My apologies, I actually donât know the LOTR universe very well, so my interpretation of Smaug may be completely off loll. Suspension of disbelief on your part may be required).
âââ
You watch as Chihiro and Haku fall from the sky in a rain of white dragon scales and you give a wistful sigh.
Sylus, ever attentive, turns to look at you and makes a small questioning noise, âKitten?â
Youâre leaning against his arm, and you give another sigh, watching Chihiro and Haku fly off to the bathhouse together while holding hands, âNothing, itâs justâŚI wish I had a dragon boyfriend too.â
Sylus stares at you for a moment before turning back to the television screen. He doesnât say anything at first until finally, he replies. âAnd why would you want something like that sweetie?â
âWeeell, I dunno,â you press more of your weight against his arm to try and be annoying, âI think itâd be cool. See Haku? If I had a dragon boyfriend he could fly me around all the time. I could ride on his back and hold onto his horns and take to the skies!â You throw your arms open to demonstrate the freedom of flying on a dragonâs back.
You turn conspiratorially towards Sylus and give a mischievous grin, âAlso, I donât think Haku did, but dragons typically have hoards, donât they? Like in âThe Hobbitâ movie. I wouldnât mind having a hoard!â
Sylus raises an eyebrow, âYou mean like Smaug?â
You nod, âYes! The one with the piles and piles of gold and treasure.â You put on a deep voice, âI will not part with one single coin!â
Sylus isnât watching the film at all anymore, eyes and attention fully on you instead. He laughs before giving you an indulgent smile and murmuring, âWhat a pitiful excuse for a dragon.â
You pout. âHey! Not all of us have deep growly voices like you, okay? Some of us have to make do with the dragon voices weâve got!â
He snorts before wrapping an arm around you gently, âNo, no, no sweetie,â he soothes, âNot you. You would be the most lovely dragon. Voice and all. Breathtaking and spectacular, truly.â His eyes glitter earnestly and you are sated by this response.
âI meant Smaug.â He clarifies.
âSmaug?â you tilt your head at him. âWhyâs he a pitiful dragon? Cause he got killed?â
âTch,â Sylus huffs, âThereâs no shame in an honorable death or being killed by a worthy opponent. No, heâs pitiful because of his arrogance and lack of safety precautions. He didnât guard his vulnerability properly. And because his greed had no purpose.â He gives a disparaging scoff, ââNot a single coin,â what is wealth but a tool to be used? He would make a terrible dragon boyfriend, sweetie. He would never share his hoard with you. Pathetic.â
You punch him lightly on the shoulder, âHey now. Heâs a dragon. Itâs in their nature to be greedy and hoard things without sharing! Besides, I wouldâve thought you could relateâŚâ
Sylus makes a slightly affronted noise, âWhen have I ever been anything less than exceedingly generous with you?â he asks accusingly.
âNot that part! JustâŚ.â Your eyes scan around the opulent room that Sylus has you two currently set up in. You take note of the rich decor and the state of the art entertainment system. âI just mean, itâs not piles and piles of gold but youâve kinda got a hoard of your own going on. Donât you?â
âA hoard of my ownâŚ.â Sylus repeats.
You pat the luxurious and exceptionally comfortable sofa you are currently seated on. âLike, this sofa and this room. And all your armories, your music, and art, and jewelry collectionsâŚitâs all very nice stuff. Like a modern day dragonâs hoard.â
Sylus looks oddly pleased. âYou think my âhoardâ is nice?â
You laugh at his odd display of pride. You have never known Sylus to be egotistical about his wealth so this display of self regard was rather strange on his part. âHmmâŚmaybe you should add some piles of gold and gems to it, then weâll talk.â
His eyes suddenly darken devilishly, âThat could be arranged, kitten. Rather easily at that. Be careful what you ask for.â
You playfully bump against him, âYeah? Maybe you should grow some horns and wings too. A tail and some claws while youâre at it. Really complete the whole âdragonâ thing, yâknow?â
He smiles dangerously. âIâm skilled at modifications, sweetie. Again, be careful what you wish forâŚ.â
You laugh again, heâs being so silly and cute. âI guess Iâd have to actually date you then wouldnât I? My very own dragon boyfriend, just like I wished for.â You pull him into a kiss.
His throat makes a sound like a purr as he melts against you and kisses you back hungrily.
so this is another bit of that âweâre not dating but we also are dating/couple thatâs not a coupleâ thingâŚ.
check out the end for an A/N on the dynamic and why they are the way that they are lmao
this time, you try to figure out Sylusâ hunter crush
âââ
The twins try to help. Really they do. They mean well. Itâs just that, well, theyâre young and impatient and the yearning is kind of driving them nuts. Anyway, one day, they get ahold of you at the Onychinus base and rope you into a conversation about Sylus. They heavily(HEAVILY) insinuate that the boss has a âcrushâ on a special hunter from the Association that you might be familiar with and well, this is the aftermath of thatâŚ.
****
It was a funny sight. Sylus was currently crouched on the floor of your apartment, peering underneath your coffee table. He had dropped by earlier under the pretense of looking for a part of Mephistoâs wing that had fallen off the day before.
ââŚ.â
His lies were getting worse and you had no compunctions about telling him so.
âYou can stop by just because you wanna say something or see me, yâknow? You donât always have to blame it on Mephie. That crow already has enough crimes to his name.â
You allow yourself a smug self-satisfied smile as he scoffs at your remark but still gives up the bit and stands up. âBesides, you built that crow. I highly doubt heâs so easily damaged.â
Sylus smiles as he gives you with a fond look. âNothing gets by a hunter of the Association now does it?â he says lightly.
You smile back, and then in a slightly sing-song tone of voice reply, âSpeaking of hunters from the Association and birdsâŚ.another little bird told me something very interesting the other day. Two little birds actuallyâŚâ
âOh?â Strangely, Sylus seemed a little bit on guard at that, although he clearly didnât want to show it. If you hadnât grown so good at reading his micro-expressions you wouldnât have noticed it at all. He fixes a smile on his face and tilts his head forward slightly âAnd what did these two little birds have to say that was so interesting?âŚ.â
You ignore how his smile doesnât fully reach his eyes and continue on, your smile a bit more mischievous, âWell it was about this big mean crow that likes to bother hunters on their off time!â
The smile on his face doesnât move at all as he waits for you to continue.
âThese little birds told me thatâŚ.this big mean crow might have a little crush on someone from the Hunterâs Association!â
Sylus stares at you for a second or two too long before giving a hearty laugh. âIs that so? Is that the sort of thing little birds tell you?â he chuckles, âYou really should learn how to communicate with Mephisto better, sweetie. I promise you he is a much better conversationalist than whatever birds youâve been chatting with.â
You ignore him, refusing to be swayed âYâknowâŚif this big mean crow would admit things out loudâŚmaybe this hunter from the Association could actually be of some service.â
Sylus suddenly stiffens and he stares straight at you. It looks like heâs not even breathing for a few seconds. He licks his lips and swallows, strangely obvious nervous tics for a man who prides himself on staying calm in nerve-wracking situations. He seems to catch onto this himself and when he speaks, his voice comes out as smooth as always âOh? And how would this Miss Hunter be of service to the big mean crow?â
âWellllâŚfor one, this Miss Hunter works at the Association!â
âYesâŚshe does, doesnât she?â His eyes scan yours for something. Youâre not sure what it is heâs looking for, so you go on.
âYes! And, this Miss Hunter knows a LOT of hunters. Hunters that maybe this big mean crow has met before? Some very crush-worthy hunters? Maybe even a hunter namedâŚâ you pause a second for dramatic effect, eyes locked on his to catch any hint of emotion, ââŚTARA!â You say Taraâs name like itâs a gotcha moment.
Sylus stares blankly at you. No nervous widening of the eyes or quick inhale of breath at the name.
ââŚTara?â you try again, âFrom theâŚâ
He continues to stare at you. He looks like heâs wondering if you are unwell.
âNo? Oh, hmm...â you pause to think for a second ââŚ.maybeâŚLois?â
His brow furrows. âSweetie, what are you-â
ââŚ.Simone? Did you, have you met Simone before? I canât remember if she was there at karaoke that day or notâŚâ
ââŚwhat? Simone who?â
ââŚAlex?â you try again, âIs it Alex? I know you met him at the resort too that timeâŚ.â
You hem and haw for a bit. trying to think of other hunterâs that Sylus might have met before, âJenna? Andrew? âŚNero?â
Sylus has walked up to you quietly without you noticing. Large hands gently hold onto your shoulders and your face looks up to meet his gaze. He looks vaguely concerned.
âAre you okay, sweetie?â
You sigh and stare him straight in the eyes. âIâm trying to figure out the hunter you have a crush on!â
He blinks.
âLuke and Kieran let on that you might have a little crush on a âcertain special hunterâ from the Association, so Iâm trying to figure out who it is!â you tell him.
His hands slip from your shoulders as he takes a step back and gives a deep sigh, âOh kittenâŚâ
âI know you met some of my coworkers when we had that retreat at your fancy resort that one timeâŚbut I guess youâve probably run into other hunters too, given yourâŚoccupation,â you try to meet his gaze again but he has closed his eyes and is pinching the bridge of his nose gently.
âHey, Iâm trying to tell you that you can tell me!â You take a step towards him and he takes another sigh, âWeâre friends now, arenât we? If you tell me, I can help put in a good word for you!â you pause, âSecretly, kind of. Might have to stick with the Skye persona for a while at first.â You pause, âBut I can totally be your wingman! Really!â
Sylus shakes his head slowly, seemingly exasperated. You take the opportunity to grab at his arm so he stops pinching his nose and looks at you.
âYou can tell me. I promise.â Your voice is softer. Heâs staring at you again, âI can even give you tips if Iâm friends with whoever your crush is.â Your lips feel dry and you lick them before continuing, âTara likes fortune-telling and gossip, sheâs super friendly and already thinks Skye is a pretty interesting person. Not sure about your singing thoughâŚ. Serenading her is definitely off the table. As for Simone, sheâs super into mechanical stuff, she modifies our weapons at the Association. Sheâs really good at it! Ooh, you guys would have loads to talk about actually. If you like her, just show her Mephisto or your bike, sheâll love the modifications youâve-â
âStop.â Sylus presses a finger against your mouth. âPlease, sweetie. Please. JustâŚâ He takes a few seconds to look straight into your eyes before he closes his eyes again and takes a deep breath as he pulls his hand away. When he finally looks at you again, he seems tired. âDonât listen to Luke and Kieran. They donât know what theyâre talking about.â
âBut-â
âShh. Let me finish. Trust me, sweetie. They donât know what theyâre talking about. Theyâre just messing with you. I donât have a crush on any of your hunter friends at the Association.â
ââŚoh.â you bite your lip, âI thoughtâŚâ
Sylus gives another sigh, this one more fond than tired or frustrated. He continues on breezily, as if trying to set the mood for a bantering session, âReally kitten, you shouldnât make it so easy for them. If you keep on being so gullible theyâll never stop having fun at your expenseâŚâ You give a huff, Sylus pays it no mind and goes on, âHonestly, I thought maybe youâd gotten better at figuring out when theyâre pulling your leg.â He gently prods your arm a bit, âYou really thought I had my eye on one of your Associationâs hunters?â
You pout and cross your arms. âIâm going to have some words with those two the next time I see them!â
Sylus smiles and cups your face gently to get a better look at your pout. âMmâŚ. You should spend some more time over at the Onychinus base, sweetie. Maybe youâll start to catch onto their tricks better if you do. Get more used to it and all that.â He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead like he canât help himself.
****
When Sylus returns home, he doesnât say anything about the incident with you earlier. However, the twins do notice later that night that their schedules for the next few weeks are jam packed with all their least favorite tasks. Theyâre smart and they figure it out, even before you come over and give them each a heated earful about spreading silly rumors.
Best to keep their noses out of Sylusâ business with you, even if it was done with the best of intentions.
âââ
A/N: So, my MC and Sylus are in a friends-with-benefits kind of situation. Itâs all kisses and cuddles and hangouts (and more) but hey, whoa, weâre not actually together.
Sylus, as he does, wants more. He actively wants and hopes for a serious relationship. My MC does tooâŚbut she also has major, major commitment issues and insecurity anxieties abt the whole thing. Sheâs afraid of losing herself in a relationship and also doesnât want to read too deep into whatever weird kissy friendship they have, because what if Sylus is just messing around with her to mess around? He reads like he wants to be in a relationship with her but can she be so sure? So anyway, she also doesnât want more a deeper relationship. This all makes her want to appear really extra okay and supportive of them not being together, and of any other romantic interests that might befall Sylus. Is she secretly a bit jealous at the thought? Yeah, but sheâs never going to admit it.
You might notice Sylus staring into her eyes a lot. Itâs cause he can see what she desires. And frankly what she wants is kind of a shitshow? She wants to be with him but she also doesnât, and she wants to know that heâs serious but she also doesnât want to know. Sylus isnât 100% sure how to proceed with that and for as blunt as Sylus is, he always lets her take the lead in the relationship. I see him as being terrified of her getting scared or upset and avoiding him - so he doesnât want to push her. And the result is that theyâre kind of stuck in this push-pull couple-but-not-a-couple situationship.
tl;dr - Basically, Iâm self-inserting my commitment issues into my MC. Because this is how it would probably have to go down if MC were actually like me.
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