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Hello, how are you? ^^
I've seen you're taking requests for Sylus and since we're on pride month, could I request Mc coming out as ace / asexual to him and his general reaction to it? It's totally fine if you don't want to write it, though!
hi, thank you!! i loved that idea so much and had too much fun with it, i'd love to explore it more. happy pride month!!
tags: sylus x gn! asexual reader, anxiety on reader's part, reader has bad experiences with coming out
The black couch was comfortable under your tense back. It was soft, molding perfectly into tired muscles and rigid spine. You could feel it was crazy expensive; style mixed with coziness that did nothing to ease your nerves.
You had to tell him. You had to, because it was important and the future of your relationship couldn't be built on lies or avoidant answers. But it was hard. Saying it out loud, into his eyes, forever teasing and intense. How could you face him and tell a man commanding desire that you did not crave it? No one fully understood. No one ever wanted to understand you; your experiences woven with awkward stares and confused glances of you will find the right person and just have fun a little. You know Sylus wouldn’t–
“I can hear you thinking, sweetie,” he said gently, his eyes flicking from the polished weapon to your hunched figure. His voice was deep as always, full of confidence, and yet you heard the thread of anxiety as he spoke.
sylusmc drinking wine, playing vinyl music on his record and cuddling pretty pleaseeee
thank you for the request!! i had so much fun, hope i did it justice <3
Work was tough. Another day, another unexpected battle, stack of paperwork, pairs of prying eyes questioning your speed, methods, and approach. And even though you were always aware this was the price of being a hunter, it could weigh down on anyone.
The N109 zone was quiet. You appreciated that, especially after loud days, such as this one. Regardless of the late hour, the neon signs shone brightly in yellows and reds, and at some point they started feeling like stars welcoming you home.
In the dark, rain pattered against the grand window of Sylus’ bedroom in the Onychinus base. The sound was relaxing, if not a bit nostalgic. Outside, a storm might be brewing. Inside it was warm, fireplace cracking golden ambers.
You were sitting on the windowsill, nose almost plastered to the cold glass. When it became misty, you traced your nail against it, drawing little shapes and swirls.
For your Sylus x reader drafts, maybe something fluffy and a little smutty?
Like reader having a stressful day and coming home to Sylus, who fucks the stress out then gives her aftercare (food? Movie?) so she can stop stressing?
thank you! it turned out a little longer than i thought (pun intended)
sylus x fem!reader smut
nsfw, mdni
“And then- you remember the guy from earlier? The one who bumped my shoulder and didn’t say thank you?” you went on, body twisted in a weird position on the sofa to face Sylus. He sat next to you, silently listening to your rant. He stopped his teasing as soon as he noticed you were genuinely upset and remained stoic ever since.
“Mhm,” he murmured, not dismissively, but quietly, encouraging you to go on with a small nod.
“I had one break this entire day. One break, Sylus, so I decided to grab lunch. And who was behind the counter when I entered the cafeteria? He was.” Your voice was laced with hot anger. “And I was too tired for another confrontation, and I knew I did not have much time until I had to go back, and I was scared he would mess up my order on purpose after I snapped at him…” You counted on your fingers all the reasons your day was shitty. From the lack of sleep to the weather – you were just really, really tired.
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sylusmc drinking wine, playing vinyl music on his record and cuddling pretty pleaseeee
thank you for the request!! i had so much fun, hope i did it justice <3
Work was tough. Another day, another unexpected battle, stack of paperwork, pairs of prying eyes questioning your speed, methods, and approach. And even though you were always aware this was the price of being a hunter, it could weigh down on anyone.
The N109 zone was quiet. You appreciated that, especially after loud days, such as this one. Regardless of the late hour, the neon signs shone brightly in yellows and reds, and at some point they started feeling like stars welcoming you home.
In the dark, rain pattered against the grand window of Sylus’ bedroom in the Onychinus base. The sound was relaxing, if not a bit nostalgic. Outside, a storm might be brewing. Inside it was warm, fireplace cracking golden ambers.
You were sitting on the windowsill, nose almost plastered to the cold glass. When it became misty, you traced your nail against it, drawing little shapes and swirls.
i'm accepting requests for sylus x reader! i would like to write some drabbles for him and get back to writing, so feel free to send me your ideas or thoughts so we can chat about him ♡ (rules)
maybe a month too late, but i wanna talk about darkbound souls
by now, sylus is completely used to your nonsense. he dosen’t even blink when you use his head like a canvas.
it’s a lazy evening at the base. you are both tangled up together on the big leather sofa, completely relaxed. sylus is lying back against the cushions, his body serving as your personal mattress. he has one arm wrapped securely around your waist, fingers rubbing slow, soothing circles into your hips.
you, however, are busy.
you have a handful of pastel colored, sparkly star hair clips scattered across his shirt. one by one, you gather up his silver hair and carefully snap the pretty clips into his hair, parting his bangs so they’re pinned completely back
sylus dosen’t move a muscle to stop you. he just lies there, chin titled slightly to give your hands more room, completely unbothered by the growing constellation on his head.
“there,” you whisper, admiring the blue, pink, yellow and purple clips decorating his hair. “you look absolutely adorable!”
sylua slowly opens his eyes. his crimson gaze is heavy lidded, fond and full of amusement as he looks a the proud smile on your face.
“am i pretty enough for you now, sweetie?” he says, purposely making his voice high pitched. you snort.
“the prettiest,” you tease, reaching up to gently tap on the pink star right next to his temple. “the fierce leader of onychinus defeated by hair accessories.”
sylus lets out a low, deep chuckle–a sound that almost always makes your heart skip a beat. a slow smirk spreads across his handsome face.
“if defeat is watching you smile and get all happy when you decorate my hair, i’ve been winning for far too long,” he murmurs smoothly, his red eyes gleaming with warmth. “besides if i’m your captive, shouldn’t you be keeping a closer eye on me?”
instead of rolling over to pin you or tease you, sylus just shifts slightly to nestle you deeper into his side. he slides his hand from your hip, his long fingers gently cupping your cheek. he nuzzles his face downward, peppering your face with gentle kisses.
“sylus!” you giggle, enjoying his affection.
sylus smiles, nudging his nose against yours before pressing a kiss to it. “let’s just stay right here.” he whispers against your lips now, voice dropping into a sweet murmur.
you melt instantly, your heart doing a happy flip as you lean up and press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. when you pull back, the sparkly clips are still sitting perfectly, catching the dim light of the room. sylus lets out a deeply content sigh, burying his face into your hair.
“close your eyes, sweetie” he whispers, fingers running through your hair. “your captive isn’t going anywhere.”
sylus is trying to read a report on his tablet.
you’re sitting on the floor, right next to his legs, ignoring him. instead, you have a pad of bright yellow sticky notes. you’re writing silly things on them and sticking them all over his pants.
this human belongs to me.
shiny things collector.
long leg man.
very expensive pants.
sylus dosen’t stop you. he just shifts his leg slightly so you have a flat space to write. he looks handsome– his silver hair a little messy, dark sleeves rolled up to his elbows and collar open. mephisto is perched on the arm of the sofa, watching you. the mechanical crow lets out a sharp caw and suddenly hops down, grabbing the sticky note pad with his beak.
“hey! give that back,” you yell, reaching for him.
mephisto drops the pad right into sylus’s lap, and flies up to the ceiling, clicking his beak at you in a very smug way.
“i someone wants to start a fight,” sylus murmurs, a lazy rumble vibrating in his chest. he reaches down and peels one off his leg, reading it with a small smirk. “so, i belong to you, sweetie?”
“you know you do,” you say, leaving over his knees to reach for the pad. “now give it back, i have more notes to write.”
before you can scramble and grab it, his hand shoots out. his long fingers, wrap firmly around your waist. with one smooth, effortless lift, he pulls you straight up off the floor. then, you feel the red and black coils of his evol wrapping around you. you let out a gasp as you fly through the air, landing in his lap.
sylus’s rather massive arms wrap around your body, securing your back firmly against his broad chest. he’s so big and warm that you feel completely swallowed by him, your nose buried in the rich scent of his cologne.
“sylus!” you huff, face burning hot.
“quiet down, sweetie. you’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn.” sylus says smoothly, his ruby eyes gleaming with mischief.
sylus presses a kiss to your cheek, before grabbing a pen from his pocket. he casually strikes out the ‘me’ from the sticky note and writes his name.
then, he sticks it gently right onto your forehead.
“hey!” you laugh, trying to swat his hand.
sylus catches your wrist easily, his voice dropping to a find velvety whisper. he uses his thumb to turn and tilt your chin up, making you look at him.
“there,” he teases, his thumb rubbing a warm lazy circle into your jawline. “fair is fair. now it’s official. you belong to me too. any objections?”
“you’re ridiculous,” you mumble, giving up your fight and curling closer into his chest to hide your blushing cheeks.
sylua lets out that low, satisfied laugh, the one you love so much. he tightens his arms around you, locking you into his warmth so thoroughly you can’t move.
“good,” he whispers, leaning down to press a sweet, lingering kiss right over the sticky note on your forehead. “then you’re staying right here. don’t move.”

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Sylus spanking MC in the latest banner got me.
Tags: Spanking, Aftercare, Sylus being a teasing little shit as usual, Gender-Neutral Pairing: SylusxYou Word count: 1,326K
I can just imagine Sylus itching to get his hands on you after a day of you fully teasing him.
He’d stalk slowly towards the couch, not a word said as he lays down his black coat neatly on the armrest of the couch agonisingly slow, slender fingers smoothing out the fabric and feigning flicking specs of lint, all the while a knowing smirk ghosts his face as you watch curiously from afar, each second of suspense increasing your heartbeat.
“Curious, sweetie?” His deep voice rumbles from the couch before he sits down, tantalisingly slow. That bastard manspreads across the couch, his tall ass figure taking up the whole space. He slides one palm down his left thigh, raising his hips to adjust his pants while his eyes are trained on you. Holding out his other hand, he beckons you closer. Only for you to stop right between his legs and think you’re about to cuddle on his lap, he pats his left thigh.
“Bend over.”
The two words knock the air out of your lungs, but something about his commanding voice makes you comply. You hesitantly climb up his lap like a kitten exploring its territory, with your ass perched up and on display for Sylus.
“Since you were being so bold the whole day, let me return the favor, kitten.”
“Sylus, I didn’t mean to—” Your words die in a hiss when you feel his right palm gently slide up the curve of your ass, and you can feel him relishing the feeling of the soft flesh under his fingers. No matter how beautiful you’d looked in those pictures you’d sent, it didn't hold a candle to the real thing.
“Didn’t mean to, huh?” He teases as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your flimsy shorts, tugging them down just below to rest on your thighs. You bite your lip, now exposed to the cool air of the living room, and you bury your face into the armrest right onto his coat, nervous for what’s to come.
“It’s just…you were taking so long, and I was…mmf–bored.” You try to reason in a meek voice but Sylus isn't fully paying attention to your words. He’s too busy enjoying the goosebumps leaving a trail on the flesh of your ass as he slowly glides his fingers across your bare skin.
“And just how many pictures did you send me while I was in the middle of a negotiation?” He asks cooly, but you can almost hear the crack in his voice, as if he were remembering the various pictures you’d sent him during the night. They’d begun cute, with you wearing just his grey sweatshirt, clearly oversized on you. One too many pictures later, the sweatshirt was long forgotten.
“I…umm, I think six.”
“Seven. You sent me seven pictures of yourself while I was in the middle of a deal. Each one more filthy than the previous one.” He reminds you. Sylus then grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes it, causing you to arch up into him as a muffled whimper leaves your mouth. He leans down right beside your ear to whisper, “So that means I get to give you seven spanks, yes? Seven times for being a diiirty little thing.”
You shiver when his warm breath ghosts your ear, your ass reaching up instinctively as if to present yourself more to the man looming over you.
“Baby, I didn't know you were in the middle of something importa–”
Your words die in your throat when the first spank hits, making you lurch forward a bit in his lap.
“Tch.” He responds, palm smoothing down the reddening skin lovingly, his actions a stark contrast to what he’d just done.
“You say you’re sorry. That’s your line, kitten.”
The next spank lands on your other cheek, making you clench the armrest. The sting only heightened the pleasure surging through your body. Your face was buried on Sylus’s coat that hung off the armrest, the smell of rich cologne and the faint smell of gun powder only making you slightly dizzy. Sylus stops his actions for a second to look at you from the side to ensure you’re okay, but his grin resumes when you lift your head up.
“S-sorry. I’m…sorry.” You pant out.
“I never doubted that you were a quick learner. No wonder you’re one of the Association’s top Hunters.”
“Don’t…don’t patronize me, Sylus.” There’s still fight in your voice, but you’re too busy being lost in the sauce.
The next three spanks come without warning, each one making you arch your back and shut your eyes as you take in the feeling of his large hand delivering them to you.
“Fuck! ’m sorry! I’mmm sorry…so sorry, Sylus.” You start babbling as his hands come down to smooth your skin again, his red eye now beginning to emit a faint glow. He couldn't help but huff to himself, noticing how your ass was now as red as the color of his eyes.
“Good fucking job, kitten. You’re taking them so well.” His voice comes out strained as his own breathing gets erratic.
He places his other hand right where your back arches to keep you in place and to ground himself. The desire that he could see sparking in you caused him to grow in his pants. The fact that the front of your hips ground on his clothed cock didn't help either.
“I’m starting to think that you’re enjoying this, kitten. Your desire is as clear as day.”
“Yeah? A fiend…such as yourself would…mmf–know that.”
Your response was rewarded with another spank, hitting you right in the middle of the flesh, making you yelp out and grab the armrest again, while the other hand dangled off it in defiance. Your toes curled as you sat in the after sting for a bit, tilting your head to take a peek at Sylus.
He looked absolutely blissful. With his ears a deep shade of red, his lips were slightly parted as his focus was solely on your ass as if he was contemplating something. The glow in his eye seemed to be brighter, and you couldn't help but muster a victorious smile.
Just as before you were about to deliver a clever remark, Sylus bends down and bites your ass, teeth sinking into your sore ass. He then sticks out his tongue, licking the blossoming teeth marks to soothe the bite. He smiles at it proudly for a second as your whole body clenches, having half a mind to wipe that shit-eating grin on his face.
“Hey! That doesnt count!” You breathe out heavily, tilting your head to look up at him.
“Is that so? And who made you in charge of the rules tonight?” He asks as he delivers the next spank without warning, again.
At this point, you give up. There’s no fighting this man, so clearly starved, hard, and down bad for you.
“I’m sorry.” You mumble softly, already dreading thinking about sitting down tomorrow normally.
“There we go.” He chides, before leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Last one.”
With that, he rubs your ass tenderly before delivering the last spank, making you let out a loud moan as you take it in, maybe a bit dejected that it was fully over.
Sylus leans down again, but this time, instead of biting your ass, he places small kisses along your skin as he mumbles, “You did so well. So fucking good for me, kitten.”
“I’m sorry, baby. Had I known, I wouldn't have sent that while you were in the middle of something so important.”
“It’s quite alright, sweetie. The twins took over. After all, it’s why I left the negotiation early so I could come see you.” He replied as he reached to the side to pick up some ointment.
“Now, sweetie, how sore are you, or can you still keep going for the second round?”
A.N: Well, this was supposed to be a short headcanon but turned into a full drabble. I can't wait for the new spring banner y'all. Thanks for trying this cookie!
You really like Sylus's apartment.
Maybe it's the low lighting, the warm lamps he has scattered around his home. Maybe it is the countless little reading and napping nooks he has for you. Shelves upon shelves of books and DVDs stacked up for movie nights. Or maybe it's his leather seats that you slide your thighs onto after a hot summer day in Linkon.
No… Perhaps the thing you love most about his home is the man himself. The way he's always sitting on the sofa after you have a hard day. Glasses perched on his nose, eyes squinting softly as he reads whatever book he's decided to pick up. He's gotten more into fantasy, enjoying the action and suspense of war, fairies, and dragons.
There is always music playing. It's soft and low. Other times high and lively as you two dance around the room together. Occasionally, it garners the attention of Luke and Kieran. They'll join shyly. Luke laces his hands with yours, letting him twirl you around as Kieran catches you.
There is always laughter in his home. Serenity, serendipity.
Even when the days are long and hard, sometimes bloody. There is always joy. Whether that is Sylus awfully humming a lullaby, Mephisto curling onto your lap, or maybe even the sight of the twins playing a stupid card game they spent their allowance on.
No matter the circumstances, Sylus ensures there is always happiness in his home. For a man who believes he is nothing more than a monster, Sylus is an oxymoron. It's funny, actually. Despite his life being dangerous, despite every awful belief he has about himself, his love is anything but that. It is warm. It is safe.
Sylus makes his home safe. Despite the wounds of isolation that scar his heart and mind, he still holds space for you. Still invites you into his hoard, allowing you to mess with every little thing.
Himself included.
his wicked song [aprilus day four, sylus x reader]
nsfw, afab reader, cunnilingus | crossposted to ao3 | aprilus masterlist
And who is he, but a mere sinner?
not much to say for this one. enjoy <3
Sylus is a sinful poet.
It’s to be expected, as he tangles your fingers, presses lips to your waist and the low, burning throb of your souls tickles your skin from under.
“My darling,” and you gasp at his words—though no surprise truly sticks. “I’ve waited lifetimes to see you like this. But every time,” Voice carrying the singing promise of coming undone, he leaves a trail of his devotion down to your thigh. “it feels like sacrilege.”
"Your hands are massive," you tell Sylus on a cold winter's morning. You're both still curled up under the duvet, enclosed in a nice heat made from your body heats. "Like insanely massive."
"Is that so?" Sylus replies lazily, still chasing sleep. He hums when he feels you fiddle with his hand, wiggling each finger and tickling his palm. "Is this a brand new discovery or...?"
You shake your head which lays upon his chest. "No, it isn't," you say, continuing to play with his fingers. "You're a hard guy to miss, Sy. Everything about you is big."
"Oh, really?" Sylus purrs, pulling you closer to himself. Until his free arm is tight around your waist and one of his thighs are slipped between yours. "Everything you say?"
You scoff a laugh, a little flustered as you push at his chest. "Pervert," you scold playfully before settling back into his warmth. "I like it, though."
Sylus makes a questioning noise.
"Me being a pervert?"
"No," you say before pausing. "Well, yes, a little bit. But that's not the point I'm trying to make."
"Then make it, little dove," he murmurs, his voice already drifting into another round of sleep. "Let me know so I can dream of it."
You entwine your fingers with his, smiling softly, before turning your hands to press a kiss on the back of his.
"I like that you're so big," you say quietly, burrow deep into his chest. Your smile widens when you feel how his grip tightens further, ensuring that a single inch of space doesn't exist between you two. "It makes me feel safe...you always make me feel safe."
"...The old you would have said something different," Sylus replies, just as quiet.
"The old me was afraid," you say, closing your eyes as the warmth spills sleep across your senses. "I'm glad that...you proved me wrong...to be afraid..."
You drift off peacefully, kept safe in the arms of one of the world's most dangerous men. As if there's nowhere else you'd rather be but with him.
Every day, Sylus counts his lucky stars that, even in this lifetime, you've given him the privilege of your love and trust.
With a heart so full that sleep has left him, Sylus stays awake to marvel at your lovely face and thinks about the future you both will have.
18 + | sylus x f!reader
summary: you're antsy. you know just the trick to chase the feeling away.
You're antsy.
Buzzing relentlessly as you wander around Sylus' too big mansion. You explore the kitchen, peeking into every cabinet and drawer. You delve into the living room next, sitting on all the furniture before escaping to the master bedroom.
You look through Sylus' closet, admiring its size even though you've seen it a thousand times. There's a red silk shirt that catches your attention and it's in your hands before you realise it. Then it's on your body, your hoodie and pants on the floor as expensive silk glides over your skin. You dip your nose into his collar and catch the distant memory of his scent.
It soothes you.
But not by much.
You're heading to his office after that, uncaring of your half-naked state. The halls are empty and the staff are where they're supposed to be. The twins are out gathering information for an upcoming meeting and Mephisto is nearby, quiet and watching. There's freedom here; it's peaceful, yes, but the thrumming in your veins refuses to calm.
It's not long until you're standing before a door grander than anything in your home. Made of heavy wood and polished to perfection. Delicate carvings etched into the grains to create a modest masterpiece. It's smooth against your palm as you push it open, it swinging seamlessly without even a creak. Then he's there, right in front of you, as he busies himself with a business call. All serious in his expression yet so relaxed, leaning back in his chair casually — like he has nothing in the world to be worried about.
You're moving towards him without a thought, bare feet upon plush carpet as you steadily approach. The restlessness is eating at you, increasing the closer you get to him. Your fingers gently shake, your heartbeat rises and your inner thighs feel slick. Your nipples rub against the silk, peaked and overly sensitive and the back of your throat tickles with a soft noise.
Sylus noticed you the moment you came in, but he's looking now. His eyes soft and alert, mild concern dancing through his gaze. He tilts his head, a silent question, and you fidget for a brief moment before you move. It's with practiced ease that you settle in his lap, seated back far enough to access his belt. Your fingers are deft, unbuckling, unbuttoning and unzipping and Sylus allows you.
He always does, even lifting his hips to tug his slacks and briefs down just enough.
You bite your lip at the sight of his cock, already half-hard from just your presence. You glance up at him through lowered lashes and he looks back, cheeks a little flushed but composure still intact. But he jolts a bit when you take him in your hand, eyes fluttering as you pump him to full hardness. Until he grows wet, cock twitching and tip a warm red.
You're soaked too, panties sticking to your folds as your cunt clenches around nothing. Spilling slick and making a mess. You're trailing kisses down the slope of his neck and sucking bites into the bolt of his jaw. His voice doesn't waver as his call doesn't end but his hands squeeze your hips and roughly spreads your cheeks through the cotton of your panties.
You gasp softly into his skin, grind your sticky clothed cunt against his bare, dripping cock. He barely withholds a hiss, one of his hands coming up to grip your chin so he can kiss you deep. His tongue drawing patterns on the inside of your cheeks as drool escapes the corner of your lips.
"Please," you breathe when he pulls back, a string of saliva still connecting you both. You're squirming, one of your hands already reaching to tug your panties to the side. "I need it. Been needing it all day. I can't—" You shudder helplessly, that restlessness poking at you harder. "Please."
Sylus hushes you gently, doesn't say a word but he doesn't need to. You know he understands. He knows you better than you know yourself.
He lifts you up with ease, a strong arm tight around your waist. His other hand takes hold of his cock and rubs the head over your dripping slit. Your toes curl when he starts to push in, back arching as he lowers you down on his girth. You feel kisses over your clothed chest, warmth seeping through the silk and into your skin. You think he's going to take it slow, make you savour the feeling of being filled.
But then he drops you.
Lets you fall right down onto his thick cock and your vision blurs and your lips part.
A strangled cry leaves your throat.
Sylus takes the opportunity to fills your mouth with two fingers, pressing meanly on your tongue.
"Is everything okay, Mr Qin?" The voice on the other side of the call asks. "I thought I heard someone crying."
"Just a pretty kitten making noises," Sylus drawls with a smirk, watching as you twitch with overwhelming pleasure. "Nothing that concerns you."
He leads you into a slow but rough grind, a heavy hand on your ass as he fucks up into your quivering cunt.
You've gone dazed; you're lost in a fog of ecstasy.
You're no longer antsy.

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karaoke night consists of you walking onto the stage and glaring at everyone in the audience. you take hold of microphone and the aura pouring from you is immense intimidation; it's absolutely terrifying.
"my darling husband will be coming up to sing for us tonight," you tell them, deadly serious. "and he's doing his absolute best. he's got the voice of an angel. if i hear even one of you boo or heckle him, i will unleash hell. got it?"
the whole crowd, shaking in terror, nods quickly.
"okay then," you say, suddenly cheery with a bright smile. a jarring contrast to the nightmarish monster you had just been. "now a nice round of applause for my husband, sylus!"
the whole crowd, of course, claps loudly with forced enthusiasm.
sylus is beaming when he comes onto the stage. he wraps an arm tightly around your waist and kisses your cheek too many times that it makes you giggle. then he lets you go, allowing you to go to your seat which is at the very front.
"don't mind my wife, she's just protective," sylus says into the mic, smiling. not for the sake of soothing the crowd's nerves but because saying it out loud makes him feel so good. "tonight, i'll be singing careless whisper by george michael. do enjoy."
sylus x f!reader. lazy kisses, bruises that linger, and five more minutes that are never just five. wrote this because the world felt loud and i wanted something warm instead.
Your body wakes before your thoughts do.
Weight first. Heat second. Then ache.
The ache is everywhere it should not be. Along your throat, tender and pulsing when you swallow. At the curve of your collarbone, skin sensitive enough that the brush of fabric makes you hiss quietly into the pillow. Lower, too. Hips sore in that deep, pleasant way that remembers pressure, remembers hands.
Behind you, breath. Slow. Controlled. Too steady for sleep.
You do not move. Moving would mean confronting it. The way his arm lies heavy around your waist, anchoring you there. The way his thigh fits perfectly behind yours, heat trapped between. The way his chest rises against your back, each inhale deliberate.