Moraishi

—Welcome to myshithole

Who i am? Mora shortly, She/Her and Female. Weird kinks with a cliche love for vampirism 🧛🏻‍♀️

What you will find here? Mostly something close to Romcom and g0re, short fictions or Au series with stupid prompts. LOTS of different mc with different personalities or traits.

What you won’t find? Angst. Thats all. You can find literally anything in this shithole but angst

— — — — — Fandoms i write recently — — — — —

Sick

Roles: Sylus, Rude(?) Mc

Notes: i wrote it so long ago and i honestly hate this work, but i like the prompt of it so here my old draft :)

The message Sylus sent was hollow, maybe even dry. It sounded like he was typing it next to his death angel. Simple to anyone else but you know this man. He never write stuff like this.

“Not feeling great. Have some soup?”

The man who faces down the whole city and rules it with the most bored expression you’ve ever seen. Getting a message like that from him? Either a death trap or he’s craving soup delivered by your hands or something .

Not that it matters. You push open the heavy-ass door to his room and yep. there it is. Sick boy vibes punch you in the face from the hallway.

Now you’re stuck taking care of a city level threat in a room dark as sin, blackout curtains swallowing every inch of light, and a bed that looks like belong someone with money and trauma died dramatically on it. The room smells rich, expensive cologne mixed with that weird sick scent you can’t prove the existence of but in every sick person’s room. At least it’s clean. A bit dramatic, but clean…except for the bed.

Tissues are scattered around the coffee table. Half of the blanket is on floor. And there he is.

Your menace. Your problem. Your hot, sick boyfriend.

Half sitting and half melting into silk sheets, a blanket rolled down to his legs. His shirt barely clinging to his chest like even it gave up. He looks like a sad burrito… Actually, a burnt sad burrito. Cheeks and nose all flushed like blush applied by a drunk artist. And those crimson eyes? Oh yeah, he’s definitely sick.

It’s almost ironic. But mostly pathetic.

You smirked slightly while stepping closer to Sylus’s bed. “What’s with the face? They finally poisoned you?”

He tilts his head slow and extra like he rehearsed it. “It’s nothing,” he rasps, trying to shrug like it isn’t killing him. “Just a little cold.”

Right.

“It’s always just a little cold until you’re sweating through your mattress at 4 a.m.” You plop the grocery bag down and take a seat on the edge of Sylus’s bed. Inside the bag? The cliches. off brand meds, green tea, weird soup, and a pack of gum because he still deserves the basics.

“Didn’t know you make house calls, kitten,” he murmurs with a bit rough tone. He tosses the blanket off his legs a bit like he’s proving he is not that sick, which is not working. “Missed me that bad?”

“Missed you? Why should I, to take care of your sick ass? I don’t think so, Sy,” you said with sharpened eyes that might cut the air between you two like a knife.

And he? He just let out a soft laugh, a bit rough, sounded like he smoked cheap cigarettes every day but was still somehow usable.

His phone lifts weakly. “The texts say otherwise,” he smirks, waving it like a murder evidence. “You’re clingier in text than I am, kitten. Why don’t you show it in person too?”

You just rolled your eyes, clingy? You? Is he seeing the state he is in right now?. “Don’t flatter yourself, Sy.”

He tries to sit up straighter, tries to be that smooth talking, chaos running Sylus you know. But the man sways. You can see the fatigue weighing down his body. His eyes flicker tiredly, struggling to stay open. He’s fighting it. The weakness. The sickness… maybe the ego.

Honestly? It’s kind of cute. In a way that makes you want to bully him gently for the next six hours.

You pull out a dry ass medicine tablet and grab a bottle of water. Without warning, you press your knee to his stomach and shove the pill to his lips. “Open up, love.”

Expecting some kind of dirty remark, but no.

His eyes widened at first, but softened quickly. Parting his lips slowly and taking his bottle to drink the pill. After swallowing the pill, he looked into you with those tired and somehow cute eyes, your knee falling and rising so slowly on his stomach.

How does someone built like this suddenly feels so soft?

“So you’re serious about taking care of me, huh?”

And damn, that tone. Meant to be teasing, flirty but it lands genuine. Vulnerable in a way you’ve never heard from him. Not puppy eyed, just quietly… pathetic. In a lovable way.

Like he doesn’t rule the damn city.

“Don’t give me those eyes, you little- ugh, gross.” You shake your head, but you’re already sliding closer on the bed. “Or I’m breaking this mug over your head and letting the shards lull you to sleep.”

He rasps a chuckle and leans his forehead against yours.

“Sounds like you’re learning a lot from me.”

“Needy bastard,” you mumble. But your hand finds his anyway, like it has its own sick person radar.

And then he says it.. softly, the worst way possible.

“And yet you stay.”

That’s it. That’s your final straw.

You get inside his blanket and lean forward to him, putting your bag between your legs and grabbing his arm so there is no escape.

“Oh, I’ll take care of your sick ass. Since you’ve been tempting me all damn day.”

Sylus just grins. Half sick, half-devilish. His hand slides to your waist lazily.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

—

The next morning?

You regret everything.

The fever hits you like bitch. Your nose is basically just decorative at this point. Your skin’s clammy. Your soul left your body and called in sick too.

Your head’s on Sylus’s arm, using it as a pillow. Your legs are tangled between his, your face is pale and fade. and your voice? Gone.

“You infected me, you manipulative bastard…” you mumble while gripping the edge of the blanket tighter like it’s your last defense.

He just shrugs with that same weak smirk.

“At least now you won’t miss me.”

You make a mental note to stab him later. Right after this nap. Maybe. If your arms start working again.

For now, you both lie there… hot, sick, clingy.

Shelter

Roles: Sylus, lazier Mc.

Prompt: with zero logic and lore i decided to make an au where Mc and Sylus aint that close but still know each other. And yea dont question how but Sylus *had* to use your house as a shelter. I can make it serie or something if anyone interested.

The morning was just like others, lazy yet pretty chill in your hella living room. you love weekends and this lazy friday nights. The city is quiet and everyone minding their own business. Mostly no missions or last minute calls. Moonlight hitting just the right spot on your wall, posters with quotes like ‘music is my only drug’ or ‘danger - catloaf zone’.

And the coach? It’s another story itself. Just you and your cheap cereal filled with some bland milk. Couch is so warm with your blanket on your body and pillows hugging to you like emotional supports. There are some unfinished books on the other side of your couch. But now? All of them enjoying the tv like you are doing.

Tv playing some kitten snoring commercials faintly, some kitties even have hats on them while they snore. Making you yawn as you watch them a little longer.

Nothing can break this peace, nothing. So perfect. So peaceful. So..

Everything.

Which is probably the first red flag you should notice, nothing go peacefull in your weekends. Not a single day, especially when kittens are involved. So why this friday night is so pe-

Bang!

The door kicked open like fbi finally found your weird obession with absurd reality shows. Making you slightly turn your head toward it. Of course, what now? Some debts u didn’t payed or rents? Oh even maybe taxes u are completely ignoring.

But no, its someone else,

A silver haired man with crimson eyes you know so well. Dressed like a vampire lord with that black coat on his board shoulders and hands inside his pockets. That face? Kind of face that make you want to change your path or drop a smooch while passing.

Sylus. You know him so well. That damn man.. you wish it was your landlord but no. Sylus standing on calmly like he just did not broke your door.

You two recently considered as.. accidental friends or some shit like this. When you go out to missions you mostly bump into him with your cursed luck. Like some special protocore you need to take care of in an intel? Sylus is there in the meeting room. A gala where they sell a rare stuff that need to be handed to right hands? He buyed the damn gala already.

“What you expect me to say to my landlord now? Onychious leader decided to give me a gift by breaking my door?”

You said calmly while taking a spoon from your cereal. Still in that lazy half sitting and half laying position with kittens snores playing on background.

Sylus just ghosted your question and stepped in like he own the place or something, but with the way he did you aint sure if he already own it or not.

He didn’t even bother to look at your tired face as he throw some documents into your coffee table next to your sketck book full of anatomies and lottery tickets.

“Did your so ‘secured’ base got attacked or something? What with the sudden come.”

You asked with your mouth full with cereals, staring at him with two pair of bored eyes.

He finally decide to look at you, his serious face was kind of scaring. “Too long to explain, the offer you made temped me.” He said before sitting next to you on the edge of your weird couch which probably have rats living inside it. Taking the documents in his hands and already started checking the every word- no like every character in it uninterestedly.

“What offer you are talking about now?”

You raised a brow and sit up, placing your bowl of chaos aside and wiping the milk from your mouth. getting closer to him to take a glance at his documents.

He smirked at your confused expression before start talking. “You told me ‘if your bond mansion pissed the wrong devils one day you can take a visit to my apartment.’ Well, who am i to decline now?.” A one last stare to documents and he tossed them off again, standing up and already analyzing the house.

Hilarious situation, almost ironic. You crossed your arms over your chest.

“You don’t have any humor do you? I said it as a damn joke..”

He turned to you and smirked with a shrug

“And yours was anything but a joke. Dont make promises you can’t keep kitten.”

You rolled your eyes and take your bowl back, taking another spoon of acidic cereal.

“Well i thought someone so ‘important’ like you would own some hotels or places for any cases. Safer and luxurious places.’

“I do. But every place is compromised, for now.” He said, peeling off his coat and flinging it onto your couch like it belonged there. “Your apartment is a better shelter to hide. Safer from my other surroundings.”

And then he grabbed the weird flowers you stole from your neighbors garden in vase. Smirking as the flower slowly started turning to.. red. “Safer yet still a mess, lucky for you i leave my marks.”

You were about to make a dirty comeback, make sure to make him regret even coming here by your weird anticts but you felt something stop on your lap, you slowly lowered your head and eyes widened as you look down to see a damn.. crow?! With a mechanical wing and eye, gawking at you and making a home to itself on your lap

“You own a crow?! Every minute with you feel like reading a ‘how to be vampire guide’.. whats next? blood bags in my fridge.”

You said with a teasing tone while your hand slowly go to crow’s little head, hestitately petting it. So not only one but two roomies now? How great. At least crow is fluffy and cute unlike the other roomie.

Sylus gave a small kick to empty energy drink cans on the floor, his hand on his hips with a slightly disgusted face. Who he is to come to your zone and judge it? Aint liking my shit? Door on that way.

“And i suppose yours is a zombie guide? Noisy mouth and mess everywhere. Will i find a dead body under your bed too? Won’t be suprised if i do” He said with a wider mocking smirk.

You just shot him a smirk back while shifting to a better position on your couch, a sure one.

Bloodrose

Roles: Sylus x Mc

Notes: tired of perfect role model mc, letting her be regular :)

You were lazing on your couch like always, there wasn’t any mission today. No plans or a date as well. But you know what suit best a lazy couch? Soda.

So you start dragging yourself into kitchen-

Knock knock!

You paused for a moment and raised a brow as you hear the knocks, did u accidentally ordered pizza with a high head from boredom or something? walking up and opening door to see..

Damn.

Your eyes widen when the massive dark red rose bouquet was sitting in front of your door like it own the hall or something. The cat on your doormat looking at you like ‘what did u do to deserve this’

You slowly take the big ass bouquet and close the door behind, it was like a crime scene. The roses were almost black. Making the red card in them pop out for you to read it.

‘For my favorite little chaos, dark red look so fine on you. —S’

“Of course he is gonna sign it like a villain, whats next? Signed sacrifice notes?”

You mumbled to yourself while holding the flowers, they probably cost more than your rent. And God they smell like sin, richy kind. Like if sin and wealth decided to make out and have a kid.

When you were about to put it on the counter two arms caged you in. You quickly turn behind to see that cocky smirk you know so well..

Of course he have your keys.

“You stole this from Lucifer’s graveyard or something? give a warning next time.” You mocked with crossed arms, raising your head to meet his annoying gaze

He just smirked and shrugged “Only if Lucifer had my money.”

You rolled your eyes yet a smile creep to your mouth like a bad habit “What with flowers anyways, Trying to get laid or seduce me into a bloody vampire ritual?

Then he take a step back to give you some space which is suprising for a man who don’t know what a personal space is. “Why not both? I can show you some real rituals in bed” He said with a wider smirk that somehow works on you.

And the flowers? Well they were on floor now, it’s not like Sylus gave them to you for you to keep yea?

Outfit Picker

Roles: Sylus, Mc

Word count: 798

Notes: I think Sylus would be a very supportive boyfriend, honestly at everything. Not only outfits but in your career, choices, friends.. he would probably support you at any topic even if he is teasing you with his words.

The day is sunny and clear, perfect to go out and hang out at the free time. So you obviously didn’t missed the opportunity. Sitting across Tara with pastel desserts in front of you. Waiting for you to eat them up with a single bite.

“How does it fit so well? I always feel like the clothes are wearing me instead of me wearing them..”

Tara complained while pointing at your pretty dress, sitting across you in the cafe like a sad pup, an annoyed pout on her lips as she crossed her arms.

You simply shrug and enjoyed the colorfull macarons in your mouth with a smile. Crunching and chewing the sweet flavor without any care in the world.

“Don’t talk like that.. you look pretty cute in that sweater. And i am sure that sweater is not wearing you so stop complaining.” You reminded and pointed at Tara’s pink off shoulders with your fork, a warm smile on your face.

Tara just smiled as she rested her chin on her palm “whatever you say, but i still want my tips aye?” And then the topic changed to something else. Both of you enjoying the sweets together.

After biting down on your last bite and sipping the last drop from your latte. You waited maybe five or six minutes for Tara to finish her own drink. She would be done by now too if she put some effort to chewing instead of talking.

When the last bite is tooken, you both standes up. paying for the desserts with a little tip before leaving the restaurant full of sugar scent and cute colors.

“You know, the macarons here are probably the best ones out there.” You nudged Tara on the arm as you two walk together back to your apartment on busy streets. But her eyes were locked on somewhere else, almost like your words going to deaf ears.

Following her gaze she seem to be eyeing the amount of people who stare behind them when you pass. It was starting to get a bit.. ironic at this point.

But you are used to. You are used to this useless attention since you start letting Sylus help you with your fits.

You know you are not a golddigger or some shit. But how could you say no to your hot boyfriend wanting to dress you up like a barbie doll and buying you clothes? Especially since you mostly spend a lot of time thinking what to wear.. just leting him think for you sounded easier.

So with that you start letting sometimes Sylus make your outfits. And damn whatever you let him do your outfits you always have that looks from people. This man is probably one of the most stylish person out there you know. And damn he dress you like if he knew the dress codes, fashion and theories or somethings.

But no. He just know damn well which color make your pretty eyes shine. the best fabric to make your smooth skin look like a porcelain, the best shapes to make your body comfy. And thats enough for him to make you shine like a star.

But bad sides about letting Sylus help, you complain to a wall. Not to him. He never listens.. he knows very well you can buy your own clothes and etc but can he even stop himself when he see a pretty dress and imagine you in it? Like forget about the dress even your smile is holy enough for him to buy you a whole new wardrobe.

“Was that even necessary?” You crossed your arms, sitting on the edge of your bed and watching him tie the ribbons around your ankle, the heel looking real good on you. But what looking better is Sylus kneeling down there and making sure the ribbons are tight yet comfy on your foot with a smirk on his face.

“If you ask me i am pretty sure it was, kitten.” He said with a calm tone before he look up to you. Standing up and giving you a pat on the head. You just playfully nudge his waist side before standing up as well. The white tank tol with black ribbons on your top and a black cardigan that is soft like a baby blanket, layered black skirt with the cutest belt you ever seen, the heels were another story. Strips with shiny gems on the sides looking even more beautiful with the elegant white tights under it.

“Comfortable are you?” Sylus asked again to make sure, holding his arm for you to hold onto while leaning on the door a bit. With your nod and hold he guide you out from the messy bedroom. Well he will deal with it later.. while undressing you.

First Bite Pt.2

Roles: Xaiver, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb, (Mc reader)

Word count: 1k

Prompts: How i think LADS man would react to giving you a bite on their neck to offer their blood to you (Vampire Mc)

Xaiver:

As Xaiver tilted his head back, exposing the smooth expanse of his neck while staring at you with his pretty blue eyes, his casual face wasn’t helping to situation. You can say he is not only doing this to help you but also for his own benefits (sneaky lil prince :D)

Sitting on the couch of his apartment he lead you next to him, holding your hand and pulling you toward to couch. After you sat and leaned a bit closer to his neck. His hand go up to your hair instead of hand.

“Go on. Take what you need.” His voice is low, a bit of teasing… with his best efforts he put a small smile on his face and lean back on the couch, getting all comfortable untill your fangs sink in.

His breath catches with the fast bite. His playful mask shatters for just a second. His fingers tighten in your hair, the feeling of your lil two fang biting his skin felt.. weird, weirdly calming. Tilting his head aside more to let you have a better view. After you let go of him, looking at him a bit worriedly a shaky chuckle escaping him.

“Did you find what you wanted?”He asked as he rub his bite mark, a soft smile appering on his face yet feeling a bit of tired and sleepy after getting sucked on neck.

Would he let you bite him again? “Why not, if you insist.”

Zayne:

His jaw clenches as he sits still, his hands balled into fists. There was a still nervousness in his eyes deep down. You can hear his pulse racing. It all started after seeing you laying on sofa with tired eyes. You forgot to buy more of animal blood bottles of yours so the fridge was empty. And the wrost was your hunger was unbearable. Leaving you starving.. Zayne just couldn’t let you rot like this. So he offered you his own.

“…It’s better for your health, i trust you.” He whispers after setting you on the counter. His voice is barely audible. Leaning closer for you to bite him, his hands on the counter next to your thighs trapping you between his arms. Giving you no choice but to take a bite from his delicious neck.

The second you bite, his entire body shudders. His breath hitches, fingers twitching like he’s fighting his instincts to push you away or pull you closer. A breathy gasp leaving his mouth. Closing his eyes tightly as you suck. When you finally pull back, he exhales, pressing his palm over the wound. He doesn’t speak for a long time and just take a deep breath.

“…Is it always like this?” His voice is unsteady. The hunger in you was something else for him. But it was better than you whining on sofa all the day.

Will he let you take a bite again? “Only if its emergency.”

Rafayel:

His eyes are wide a bit, lips slightly parted. A mix of excitement and nervousness running in his veins. Crossing his arms and quickly tilting his head to right, you can clearly say he is a bit of blushing duo to his red ears. A small pout on his lips making you question if you should bite his neck or his lips first. So you just nod and walked toward him to take your bite. He leaned down a bit before talking.

“Be quick before i change my mind darling.” He uncrossed his arms and grips your wrists, pulling you closer to him. Holding his chuckle after seeing you getting on your tiptoes to reach to his neck. But when you bite, he couldn’t hold the soft gasp as it escapes from his lips quickly. His hands clutch at your waist like seeking for something, his heartbeat wild against your lips as you keep sucking his blood like a craving dog. He just nuzzled his face to your hair to not make anymore noise.

“Oh…” His voice is breathless, almost dazed. When you pull back, he’s still lost in the feeling, staring at you like he’s been reborn. He look at you for a moment before he lean away and a nervous chuckle left his mouth. “That was… something else for sure.”

Would he let you suck on his blood again? “No way.”(Lie.)

Sylus:

He watches you with narrowed eyes, tilting his head slightly. He’s calm, almost too calm for the whole situation. Sitting on his chair with your knee on his stomach pressed hardly. Your hands on his hair as you lick your lips before raising a brow. Still not sure if he was just teasing you or serious about the whole biting thing.

“Hmph. If you want it, take it.” His voice is low, challenging you. Inviting you. To this attitude you leaned even closer and quickly sink your fangs to his neck. Piercing his skin and making his breath hitch. His hand snaps up, gripping your waist as his body reacts before his mind does. Pulling you closer as he rest his eyes close, breath deepened.

When you pull away, he touches the bite wound, chuckling under his breath. “That was supposed to be my role, you know.” He smirks, his bite mark should easily heal like the gunshot but you can say he is going to keep it there on purpose.

Will he let you bite on his neck again? “Try it if you can.”

Caleb:

His expression is soft, full of quiet understanding. He’s always known what you are. And what you starve most.

“Cmon, i know you for more than years. I can see the hunger in your eyes pipsqueak. this will ease it. take as much as you need.” He said with a big smile while pressing you down, his hand tilting your chin and getting closer to you. After seeing you getting closer back to his neck he closes his eyes and let you bite, and when you finally bite his body barely flinching, but his breath stutters for a moment. He dealt with more pain for sure but this was more than a bite, this was almost too intimate to believe.

When you pull back, he reaches up, his fingertips grazing your lips, wiping away a stray drop of his crimson blood. “See? It wasn’t that hard right?” He asks gently. And the worst part? He’d probably let you lose control on him without self respect. How could he let you starve like this otherwise?

Would this biting session repeat again? “Absolutely yes if you need it.”

🤍: fluff/safe

♥️: chill smutt

🖤: nsfw

AUs

First Bite ♥️

First Bite Pt.2 ♥️

Sylus

Sleeping Habits 🤍

Tables Turned 🤍

Outfit Picker 🤍

Bloodrose ♥️

Shelter 🤍

Sick 🤍

First Bite

Roles: Xaiver, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb. (Mc reader)

Word count: 883 words

Prompt: How i think Vampire LADS man would react to you offering your own blood to them (I am still analyzing the characters so might not be very accurate.)

Xaiver:

His eyes widen for a moment, snapping outta his lil nap sesh real quick after you dropped that bomb. Then a small smirk plays on his face, showing a glint of his sharp lil fangs.

“You sure about this? I may not be able to stop myself after i start.”

After seeing you nod and so sure, He teases you at first, trailing his lips down your throat quietly, slow and steady. Making you wait. But the second his fangs sink in? A deep, shuddering sigh escapes him. He grips you tighter, drinking slowly and enjoying the taste. Making it extra slow to make sure he left nothing left.

He places a gentle kiss right on that sweet lil bite before closing his eyes. Nuzzling his face to your neck and breathing you in. Letting himself take a sweet sleep after the meal. Using you like a pillow. Actually a blood stained pillow that taste like a real deal.

Zayne:

His entire body tenses quickly after hearing your words. His fists clench and he looks away, jaw locked tighter than a vault, he's wage war on his own self, man.

“No. I won’t. Don’t ask me again.”

When you insist, Stepping close enough for him to hear that lil heartbeat of yours picking up speed, That's when he snaps, all that icy control shattering like glass. In a blur, he has you pinned and pressed. His breath shaky and loud, For a sec, he just breathes you in, fighting the urge. His fangs at your throat triggering all his senses. With a quiet “Forgive me.” he bites, hard, fast, desperate. The moment your blood touches his tongue, a broken groan escapes him. His control is gone.

He jerks away quick, stumbling back like he just touched a live wire. Eyes wide and haunted. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, tryina get ridda the taste of you. but he’s still staring at you, like he’s torn between running and lunging back in for more.

Rafayel:

His eyes widen like he saw a ghost, and for once, he’s speechless. His hand shakes like a leaf in a storm as he reaches for you, fingers trembling as they brush the silky locks away from your neck. Like you're a saint, something pure and sacred. The image of you with his bite marks appearing in his mind like a masterpiece. A masterpiece like the things he drew

“You would give me.. this? Truly? You… you don’t know what that means to me.”

At first, he treats it like a lover’s kiss. Spft lips pressing against your pulse. Don't wanna give you no bad juju, no gurl. But as soon as he gets a lil taste, a lil preview of paradise.... A shudder runs through him, and his grip on you tightens. He moans against your skin, completely lost in you. You've just ruined him, completely. Ruined him forever.

When he finally pulls away, he's a bit calmed but still in suprise. Hands clutching at you like you'll vanish if he lets go. And he murmurs, low and deep, pure ecstasy. “Oh… you taste just as sweet as I dreamed you would.”

Sylus:

He narrows his crimson eyes, leaning back like he’s testing you, testing your reactions. Trying to read you like a damn book. Then, he chuckles darkly like a sin, shaking his head.

“Oh kitten. You really have no clue what you’re offering, do you?”

He doesn’t hesitate. One moment, you’re standing, and the next? You’re on his lap with his evol bringing you to him, his Fingers wrapping tight around your wrist, as he sinks his fangs in slowly. He doesn’t rush it—Wanna make sure ya feel every second, every inch of that sweet burn.. He watches every reaction, every shiver, smirking against your skin. “Sweet,” he murmurs when he finally pulls away. sweeter than the finest fuckin' Bordeaux. Damn, you're better than any wine he ever had.

He licks his lips, savoring the lingering taste, while his grip on you never loosens. He trails a finger over your throat, “Ah… You really shouldn’t have done that, sweetheart.” right where his fangs just were. He’s not done with you.

Caleb:

He freezes and breath hitches. He steps back, stutters like he just heard the most awful curse.. Eyes wide, shocked.

“No way pipsqueak, I will not harm you. I won’t let anyone do that.. not even myself.”

He refuses. Again and again. But you're begging, ain't you? Grabbing his wrist, pressing his palm right against that racing lil heartbeat of yours. Him heartbeat speeds up, matching yours beat for beat. He can never resist you, never. With a shaky inhale, he cups your face, whispering, “Tell me to stop if i get too.. much.” His fangs sink in gently, and the moment he tastes you, his grip tightens, because now, he never wants to stop.

His breathing is uneven as he forces himself to pull away. His eyes flicker with guilt, fangs still bared. He touches the bite mark gently, as if he could erase what he’s just done. wiping away a stray drop of blood. And the way he looks at you? Like he’s fighting the urge to bite again.

Sleeping Habits

Headcanon: I always think Stylus of the type who will crush you under him while sleeping, leaving you punching to his back to push him off

Roles: Sylus x Mc

Word count: 554

Notes: This is a study writing to me. It may have grammar problems and etc since i am still new to writing.

The day was already tiring like how usually it was, fighting with wanderers was another thing while dealing with your coworkers worried questions about how you are so tired at spesific times..

When you had a day off one day, the other day you would be like a zombie, all tired and moody.. Isn’t you supposed to be even more energetic after day offs?

Mostly, you shrug to their questions and just respond with a bland “It’s nothing really.” to shut them down. But in reality, it is because of your damn huge boyfriend sleeping habits!

It’s not rare to wake up with opposite times from whst you usually sleep at duo to Sylus sleeping at direct opposite time. While you sleep in nights like a normal human begin Sylus sleeps at day time! So you two decided when you don’t have any hunter tasks for that day you sleep with him at daytime in his base.

It was also made for you to rest as well. At least that what Sylus said.. but what you don’t know is how much of a big weight Sylus is in bed.

He will constantly roll onto you, putting his hands under your pillow to trap your head between his delicious arms. Letting his chest press you down to soft bed sheets while his face stay at your neck. Leaving you muffled under him and trying to wake him by tapping to his back madly.

And this was not even an one time thing. It was a damn habit. Everytime you two sleep you will be sore next day because of Sylus’s damn weight on you for hours.

And today was no different. Sylus was gone for a week only to came back with his smoothing smirk facing you. He know you were probably mad at him for taking ‘years’ to come back. So he decided to spend the rest of the day cuddling with you which was your idea.

“Sylus! Move a bit, I can’t even breath at all” you whine after feeling him pressing you even further. Even though he do it in his light slumber you know it was anything but ‘accidentally’. Talking from experience.

“Not so fast. Sweetie.” Sylus mumbled to your ear and simply shrugged as a no. But moving a bit down to not trap you a lot. Getting ready to close his eyes back to sleep only for them to wide open duo to your even angrier pat to his shoulder.

“I am not taking no as an answer.” The words were clear. You sit up and crossed your arms over your chest to make sure he got the signals right. Pouting with sleepy eyes staring down at him.

But Sylus just chuckled softly to your dismiss. He grabs your arms gently to uncross them. Then pulling you under him again by your hips. “You were the one who think cuddling was the solution, deal with it kitten.” He press a smooch to your forehead before crushing you under him again, not giving you even a chance to speak and returning to his beauty sleep. Still you can say he was begin extra careful to not be too heavy.

Well at least there was a effort right?

Tables Turned

Roles: Hunter Sylus x Onychinus Leader Reader

Word count: 802 (Ik it’s short)

Notes: This is a study text. Nothing serious and it might have lore mistakes. I just wrote this to study my writing. But since this is a Au i can keep making parts for this

It ain't every day Sylus finds his butt planted on the throne of the Onychinus leader with chains around his body. Forced to face you duo to your long crimson nail dug into his chin and keep his head still, other hand holding the small machine that suppose to tell if his evol is a match.

How he get in here? Long story short; It started after he came to N109 Zone with taking all the risks for a protocore auction plus some intel. Easily can get himself killed in here but where's the fun in that if he don’t take risks? He's Sylus, ain't he? Always dancing on the razor's edge.

And you? You found him at the edge of getting lost in N109 Zone, dragged his wounded body to your lair and decided to strike a bargain.

“It is rude to greet your guest like this to make a deal, Miss Onychinus.” Sylus teased before flashing his signature smirk, unfazed and calm as ever, even with death breathing down his neck. The chains bit into his flesh, he just couldn’t bring himself to worry.

“Really? And what make you think i care about begin polite.” Your fingers released his chin, trailing down to his chest, Your crimson nails digging into the fabric over his heart. Your eyes were sharp as a knife with that dull face, your cherry red lipstick and a serious frown doing little to soften the intimidating aura you exuded. Your eyes locked on where your fingers are for a moment before focusing back to machine’s screen. The air crackled with tension as you waited for the device to render its verdict.

Sylus regarded your attempt at intimidation with a smirk that bordered on mocking. To him, you resembled nothing so much as a harmless kitten, all hisses and no claws, desperately trying to scare off bothersome pests. That scaring frown was more of a annoyed pout to him. And those cruel eyes were just shining under the dim light of your base.

His other hand came up to cover yours, guiding it, ensuring you could feel each firm, unyielding thump. letting you feel his heartbeats better.

“Then let’s hope you find what you are looking for, Miss.” He drawled, the title dripping with mocking undertones but you paid no attention to such tiny details. Pressing the cold small machine to his wrist for the last time, letting it scan Sylus’s Evol completely.

"You can smirk all you like, Sylus," You leaned closer with a smirk untill your cherry-red lips were a mere breath away from his ear. Lighting of the base was making a shadow on your face to create a bit more horrifying look.

"It would be just pity if all your 'intel gathering' proved to be a wasted effort, Hunter." Your smirk widened, sharp and predatory as you leaned away from him. “So let’s hope i find what i am looking for.”

As you finally finished checking his evol health and linkage, Sylus leaned back incrementally in his bonds. Minimal movement, just enough to rub the slight reddening on his wrist where the cold metal had rested.

“So, you done with me sweetie?” He asked with a wider smirk, unbothered by the situation as he attempted to rise from your seat- You weren't about to let him off that easily. Your hand shot out, pushing him firmly back down by the shoulder, the force of it knocking the wind from his lungs for a split second.

"We have a deal to discuss, don’t we, hunter?" Your voice was a low, impatient hiss. Knee pressed to his stomach to keep him down. Then backing down with a nod as you made sure he is listening. Your fingers slowly tracing the edge of your belt before taking your gun out.

“Your hunter equipments are not very usefull in N109 zone. This piece of black market junk is far superior to your pitiful hunter gears” you drew your weapon and tossed it into Sylus's lap like it’s a toy. The sleek black metal of a Harrier 700 glinted under the dim light, its upgrade chips glimmering like stolen secrets.

Before Sylus can even react and look up to you from the gun on his lap you made your next order.

“When we get in auction we will use special items to communicate. You can whisper. can you?” A small amusement was visible on Sylus’s face to your silent challenge as he nod. “I can surely whisper. Miss Onychinus.”

Seeing the satisfaction in your face his wrist was suddenly pulled by you again, had a little choice but to fall in step beside you. “I can surely walk as well too” he mutters before following you to into the dark halls of your base. Ready for whats next

“You look more like a kitten instead of Miss Onychinus, honey.” Sylus murmured with a smirk, his calming tone was like a soft melody unlike the metal sounds coming from the chains around his wrists.