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No brain, but having a purely friends with benefits relationship with Sylus (or maybe just completely sexual) and somehow husband/wife roleplay comes up and it just. Breaks everything inside of you. Because when he says "my wife" in that pretty, low rasp, you wish it could be true...
and when he calls you his husband/wife while he's balls deep inside you, you suddenly cum out of nowhere. sylus quickly follows, swearing under his breath as you clench harder around him than you ever have before. but when he tries to pull out in the afterglow, you let out the most pathetic whimper that's ever left your lips as you hiccup and softly sob against his shoulder. you beg him not to leave, and he obliges, holding you close and soothing you gently. he keeps you warm and safe and held, the threat of your persistent loneliness now further back on the horizon.
and maybe you doze off there in his arms. he cleans you up so carefully before tucking you into his bed, but when he tries to pull away to get some work done, you let out that awful, heartbreaking sound again. you grasp his wrist, half asleep, pleading using all of the faculties you have available in that state to try and persuade him to stay. of course he agrees. how could he leave you alone after all of that? you sleep nestled against his chest, feeling truly safe for the first time in years.
idk i feel like the subdrop after that would be so awful AKJBFHDS like you come down from that high and you realize none of it is real and the man of your dreams was just playing a role and everything crumbles around you...,,,,jhjfjbfff,,,
Omgomgomg I just woke up but yes to EVERYTHING and now I have more thoughts
Imagine it starts on a mission. You're both dressed to the nines at some Gala or auction or something. You're trying to get some info for the Association, Sylus is taking care of some business
At some point, you're both separated. Which is fine, until someone starts bothering you. Because what should have been a quick conversation is very quickly devolved into a pest that won't leave you alone, asking you a million questions about why you're there and if you wanna dance or if you're gonna buy anything. It's suffocating. Not to mention, it's impeding your job. But you can't get away, and you can't just attack them
You're looking over their shoulder for Sylus, for an escape, anything. When the familiar presence of his body comes sliding in beside you, hand immediately wrapping around your waist to pull you just that little bit closer. You can tell he's got that look in his eye, burning with intimidation and silent threat, as he says a low, "Who's this, sweetie?"
And maybe you want to mess with Sylus for just a smidge of entertainment after that shitshow. Maybe you just really wanted this leech to go away indefinitely. Whatever the reason, you half-assedly introduce them, and then say, "I'm sure you've heard of my husband, yes?"
That scares them off easily. Sylus chuckles low as he returns the title ("I was looking for you, wife/husband") and the night continues without a hitch...
But then it comes up right after. Finishing an intel hunt like that always feels good, like a high of accomplishment. It's no wonder you find yourself tumbling into his bed to celebrate. You're the one who brings it up, saying, "Thank you for rescuing me tonight, husband."
And his eye is glowing already. He smirks, leaning over you, ghosting lips together, teasing that of course he will always come to you when you need him most, "my husband/wife"
The room feels different this time. The air is charged with something strange. A tension that isn't resolved even after you whimper the name against his lips and tremble with pleasure, nor when Sylus groans and thrusts only two more times before he's finishing, laying his body over yours and tucking his face in your neck
Nor in the aftermath, when he calls you "kitten", and the illusion is shattered...
Of course he stays when you begin to cry. Of course he holds you for as long as you need. Of course this tears him up inside just as much as you...
OUUGHBFGFJKSFJJHKJLAAA THIS IS SO PEAK YOUR WRITING IS ALWAYS SO PEAK
gawd gawd forgive me for making this gay but i feel like the concept could be pushed even further if it was gay DFKJSF
Imagine there's been tension between the two of you, but just toeing the line that leaves you wondering whether it's just a game for him or genuine feelings. You don't know if he's into men. You don't know if he knows that you're into men.
Maybe you're just oblivious, or maybe you're inexperienced and unsure whether Sylus just sees you as a good friend or if he's insinuating at more. Either way, you've been nursing this crush since you first met him. (Sylus is waiting for you to come to him, enjoying the show. The hesitance and flustered yearning on your face when you stumble over your words is very entertaining to him.)
You're at the auction and you've got a couple drinks in you, and this person that approached you just won't take the hint that you're trying to get out of the conversation. Timely as always, Sylus smoothly slides in to help, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him.
In an impulsive move fueled by the liquid courage in your veins, you decide to finally push that shaky line as hard as you can, and refer to Sylus as your husband.
You can see his eyes widen just a tad, and part of you is satisfied at getting one over on him, until he easily returns the title with a raised brow and a kiss to your cheek. The heat in your face can't be blamed on the alcohol as you try to pretend that you're unaffected.
This gala happened to take you abroad, so after it's all over, you return to your shared hotel room. It's the penthouse suite, of course, so you could easily retire to your own room, but you don't. You follow him into his, and he doesn't stop you. The alcohol has mostly worn off by now.
The two of you end up sitting on his bed, much closer than you've ever been before, when you finally decide to take the initiative. You lean closer, your heart pounding in your chest and your hands trembling as your nose grazes his jawline.
"Thank you for rescuing me tonight, husband."
You're unable to hide the earnest pleading in your gaze as you meet his eyes, one of them beginning to faintly glow. "Will you allow me to repay you?" Your breath brushes his lips as you hesitate, waiting for his permission.
"I would love nothing more, my husband."
Your lips connect for the first time, your arms wrapping around his neck and tangling in his hair and desperately pulling him closer as if you're afraid that reality will swipe this chance away from you. He groans into your mouth, his hands finding their way to your waist and the center of your back to pull you even closer, just as hungry.
There isn't any penetration other than his fingers, not just yet, Sylus wouldn't want to push a boundary like that so soon. (And tbh who knows if he'd even fit inside you yet haha) You both finish, though, and him all over your chest and stomach, possessive in his urge to claim all of you as his.
He takes such excellent care of you in the afterglow, holding you for a long, long while before lifting your shaky legged body with ease and cradling you against his chest to keep you warm as he takes you to the bathroom to clean up.
As he's wiping you down with a hot washcloth, his movements so careful and gentle and full of affection, he calls you sweetie again. And you finally break, sitting on the side of the tub, hiccupping out weak little sobs as you hide your face in his shoulder.
He takes you back in his arms and carries you to bed, holding you close underneath the covers and wrapping your smaller body up in his own. When you beg him to stay, for him to take you as his instead of letting things go back to the way they were, he promises you he will. He promises you'll never be so alone, not ever again.
And once you're asleep, tucked safely against him, he promises in a whisper that someday, he'll be calling you his husband again, beneath an altar. That he'll give you everything you deserve and more.
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