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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.
Your first instinct was to deny it as you did these past few days, but it could not wait. If you were to be brave, it might have been now.
With a sigh you sat upright and Sylus stretched out his legs, arms reaching towards you. “Come here.”
You stood up and crossed the room, your feet heavy. It felt wrong to disrupt this quiet evening with a startling revelation. It would also feel wrong to conceal it any longer.
Sylus pulled you into his lap, facing him. It was a position of two lovers and passionate nights, of silent evenings and teasing confessions. Not overwhelming, scary truths.
He looked at you, gaze piercing through your soul. “Are you alright? You’re so quiet.” His hand reached to your cheek, his touch as gentle as a feather. “Did someone hurt you?”
You shook your head. “I have to tell you something.”
You felt Sylus tensing underneath you, thighs holding you more firmly, eyes sharpening. Your heart beat harder, thundering in your chest. This was it. A roll of a dice; another disappointment, another roll of eyes.
There was a small voice in the back of your mind, one of your soul screaming to not be afraid. To trust.
As his hand grasped yours, you spoke, “I’m ace.”
The world tilted as Sylus blinked. Once, then again. “An ace at what?” he asked, confused.
The absurdity of the situation made you snort into his face. When he looked up, eyes searching yours for any answers, you couldn’t help a hearty laugh. “You’re such an old man, Sylus.”
“Hey,” he chided, voice devoid of any real hurt. The red of his gaze twinkled and he swiped his sleeve down his cheek, wiping down the remnants of your laughter. “I feel like I said something wrong.”
It was difficult to keep your anxiety when he looked like that. And so, your chest was a lot lighter when you said, “I’m asexual.”
A smile still played on his lips. “Okay,” he replied.
And nothing changed. There was no pit in your stomach or fire in your chest. His hands, big and warm, still rested on your hips. His pupils were still dilated when he looked at you.
“Okay?” you asked, brows furrowed.
“Okay,” he shrugged happily. “Congratulations.”
It somehow felt like a trick. “So, that means I feel no sexual attraction. It means I might not… want to have sex. Ever. So.”
He nodded. “Yes. Thank you for trusting me,” he titled his head, fingers finding your cheek again to stroke it gently. That was… That did not seem real.
“Sylus.” You readjusted on his lap. “Think this through. What I just said. I mean it. I know a lot of people don’t understand and they dismiss it. People think I need to wait, to find someone good for me, to fall in love, to try it before I swear it off. But I really mean it. It’s not a joke. I’ve never been with someone as close as I am with you, but I am certain about it,” you ranted. “There is a huge chance I won’t want to sleep with you. In any way. I don’t like it, I don’t like thinking about it, I don’t want to imagine it. The thought is– it’s repulsive.” He never interrupted you. His gaze remained steady, not teasing, just heavy with understanding. He let you speak your mind, and so you did. For the first time in your life, you did so freely. “I don’t find you repulsive. I find it repulsive.”
There was a beat of silence on his part after which he nodded. “I understand. I see you,” he gave your waist a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “Does any of that change anything about us? Do you still want us? Like this?”
There was a storm of thoughts and questions in your mind. Did he understand? Or did he think he understood? What if he said that but he wouldn’t be able to live that way? What if you finally let go and trusted someone only to be left one day? Could you blame him if he left? Could you survive it?
As if sensing your anxiety, he lifted his hand and placed a finger on your chest, right over your heart. “I love you,” he said, voice loud and clear. “I want to love you. I want to show you how much I love you. Sex is just one way of doing that. I still have the other million to let you know what you mean to me, sweetie,” he went on, words punctuated by the weight on your chest, your heart. It was hard to tear your gaze away from him when he made such claims, when you rested your hand on his chest and felt all of it was true. “Don’t let anyone control you, your thoughts or desires. I want you to take exactly what you want. What do you want?”
There was no hesitation in your voice. “I want you. I want us.”
The wide smile on his lips was the most genuine you’d ever seen. “I want that too.”
And before you leaned in to kiss him, to embrace him, you needed to know one more thing. “And if I do? Want to have sex.”
“Then I’d make sure you’d have lots of fun,” he pinched your side and you twitched. He laughed at your squirming. What an infuriating thing he was–
“I think I won’t want that, though.”
“Then I’ll make sure you enjoy your life just as much. Nothing changes.”
It was enough to breathe out the weight on your shoulders and chest, to let the tightness in your throat float away. You leaned down to wrap your arms around him, face hiding in the crook of his neck. His silver hair tickled your cheek as you nosed the sensitive skin and you smiled. When Sylus finally relaxed in your embrace, you made sure to bite his shoulder. As a little revenge.
His hold on you tightened in a way that promised the little fight of yours was not yet finished. “My soul recognizes your soul,” he whispered, “I know you. I see you.”
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.
You were far from Linkon, but you were home. And maybe the eternal night and everlasting danger would never make you think that way, but a certain person, accompanied by certain sidekicks (and maybe a certain bird) changed your mind quickly enough. And maybe you wouldn’t have it any other way.
A gentle knock interrupted your thoughts. Turning around from the grand view, you saw Sylus walking in the room with two glasses and a bottle propped up in his left arm. He closed the door behind him and raised a brow at you.
“You don’t have to knock on your own door, you know,” you said with a smile, standing up from your seat.
Sylus sent you a teasing look. “It’s your door as well.” He put everything on the nightstand on his side of the bed.
You glanced at him curiously. He was still clad in his black shirt and smooth pants, a leather belt around his hips. When you saw that he hadn’t changed, you thought he had to get out tonight, take care of business. Nevertheless, you plopped down on the bed, watching him.
With an effortless smirk, he turned around and went to the shelf where he kept his vinyl collection. Extending a hand, Sylus ran his fingers over differently colored covers. “Any mood preferences?” he asked over his shoulder.
“Hmm.” You reached over to the other side of the bed, trying to read the etiquette on the bottle he brought. Red, semi-sweet. It looked very fancy and very expensive. Probably cost more than your salary. “Saxes?” you murmured, studying the wine.
He snorted. “Okay.”
“Hey! What’s wrong with sax?”
“Nothing, sweetie.” After a few clicks, a relaxing, rich sound of saxophone and piano filled the room.
The music was perfectly decadent and soft, the twirling sounds washing over you in a curtain of comfort. Yes, he knew exactly what you needed. And you discarded the wine, almost closing your eyes and laying your head against fluffy pillows when-
When Sylus turned back around to face you, hands working at his belt. “Woah,” you startled and sat right up. “It’s that kind of night?”
The excitement in your voice made his lips curve in a genuine smile. “You greedy thing,” he whispered, freeing the belt and setting it on a nearby loveseat, fingers reaching for the buttons. “I’m changing into pajamas. Since you’re already set for bed.” He nodded at you and your purple set.
“Boooring,” you sang in an insincere tone, quickly shuffling under the covers. Your thrilled voice did not change one bit as you patiently waited for him to join you in the silk sheets.
“You’re not very believable, kitten,” he said lovingly as he sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for the bottle. He quickly opened it and filled two glasses with deep red liquid, passing you the wine first.
You propped yourself up against the headrest, accepting the glass from his outstretched hand. As Sylus settled into the bed, covered you both, and grabbed his own wine, you clinked the glasses.
“For the saxophones,” you said as he rolled his eyes.
“For the best hunter we have,” he added, taking a sip.
You would not admit the heat in your cheeks came from his silent remark and not the supple drink you tasted.
Sylus set his glass on the nightstand while you took one more big sip.
“You’re supposed to savor it, kitten.”
“You have too much money to skimp on me,” you bit back, setting the wine to the side.
He laughed, a deep, warm sound escaping him. “Come here,” he said, extending his arm towards you.
You scooted over to him very eagerly, arms wrapping tightly against his waist as your head hit his hard chest. This way, you could hear his frantic heartbeat mixing with the gentle sound of the vinyl. This way, his warmth seeped into you, making your muscles relax and prompting a content sigh from your lips.
“Tired?” he asked, big hand smoothing down your hair. It felt good, and warm, and safe.
“I love you,” you said gently.
His breath caught and his hold on your waist tightened. “I love you too,” he added, sentence finished with a soft kiss upon your forehead.
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.
“But you ate something? You didn’t go hungry?” he asked, brows furrowed in concern.
“I did. I bought myself a sandwich and some chips. I’m not hungry, I’m just mad. Everything that could have gone wrong today, did go wrong. It’s like the universe is actively plotting against me.” With a deep sigh, you went slack on the sofa. There were three beats of silence before Sylus extended a hand towards you.
When you accepted it, Sylus gently pulled you towards him, towards safety. The side of your face was met with warmth as he held you, a strong arm wrapped around your waist as the other rested on your arm. As you sought hideaway in his neck, you felt him give you a sweet kiss on the crown of your head. That was enough to melt.
Sylus always had that gift – knowing exactly what you needed. So when you pulled back to kiss his lips and it turned heated and slightly desperate, it was no surprise that his eye gleamed in bloody red.
He chuckled lowly. “Tell me what you want. What you desire.” A lone finger caressed your cheek. The gesture was as tender as it was dangerous.
Your skin warmed at his bedroom voice, one that was reserved for your ears only. “Take my mind off of it?” you asked as you touched a lock of soft silver hair.
Red seemed to drown you, closing in as he lowered himself slowly, prompting you to lie back. “How?”
You groaned at how infuriating he was. You were sure he let that teasing go a long time ago, but it seemed his fun started only now. You scowled at his stupid smirk. “Am I supposed to teach you? Shouldn’t you know it by now, after so much time you spent in my bed?” you hissed.
That did nothing to discourage him. Quite the opposite – you could have sworn his eye turned brighter.
He leaned in, lips almost grazing yours. You pulled yourself up, desperate to close that gap and shut him up for good, but he turned his head and placed a lingering kiss on the side of your neck. You couldn’t help the shiver that escaped you.
“Fingers? Tongue? Maybe my thigh?” he taunted, left hand gathering your right wrist as the other hand made its way up your sweater.
You closed your eyes, basking in his attention. Your left hand crept up to his hair when his fingers grazed your sensitive breasts. You bit your lip and squirmed underneath him, begging for more, for anything more than this.
“Everything. Anything. Just–” you whined as he pulled his hands back, resting them on your sides. Opening your eyes, you were merely met with a smug expression.
“So greedy, kitten. I do not know what everything means. You have to be more specific before I decide for you.” He looked down at your lips, swollen and bitten. You couldn’t help licking them.
“Goddamn it, just shut up.” You gripped his hair tighter and smiled when he let out a startled laugh. The sound was familiar and domestic. You wished to hear it everyday, every hour.
“I can keep my mouth occupied,” he murmured with a lingering promise, lithe fingers quickly ridding you of your pants and underwear.
You were already breathing heavily as cool air hit your blazing skin. You waited for the warmth of Sylus’ body on top of you, but that didn’t come.
You sighed in frustration as you looked up at him, breath catching in your throat. He looked positively undone – white shirt rumbled, dress pants showing his excitement, cheeks stained with pink, and his eyes – eyes looking you up and down, trailing from your lips to your chest, your stomach and right inbetween your thighs. He licked his lips.
“Take your top off,” he asked in a tone that made your body shudder.
You were tired, but he looked too good not to tease him back. You chose payback as you said, “but you are fully clothed.”
He touched your ankle, dragging it over his shoulder as he lowered himself between your legs. He kissed your right thigh as he whispered, “I’m not the one who begged to be ravished.”
“I didn’t beg!” you huffed, but all protests died in your throat as he licked a long stripe right in the middle of your core, tongue flipping at the top. You moaned loudly when he took your clit into his lips and laughed, the vibrations prompting your fingers to twitch.
He pulled away, releasing you with a loud pop. “You’ll beg now, won’t you?” he asked sweetly, hand slowly making its way up your stomach, over to your sweater.
You shook your head, but pulled your top up.
“No?” he whispered. At another shake of your head, he blew a warm breath on your wetness.
“Sy!” you pushed his head. “You were told to shut up.”
“I would love to, but you never asked properly.”
With a frustrated groan, you pulled him towards you. “Please,” you said quietly.
He went back to work, tongue swirling circles on you. One hand grabbed yours and pushed on your hip, keeping you in place, the other went lower, finger teasing to slide in. “Good girl.”
With his mouth and fingers it didn’t take long to unfold you, pleasure shooting hot inside your veins and shaking your legs. Sylus kept going, steadily through your release and gently until you pushed his shoulder. When you pressed your arm over your eyes and tried to calm down your breathing, he peppered your legs, stomach, and face in fluttering pecks.
“Shaky.” He smiled into your lips during a tender kiss, clean hand stroking your cheek.
It felt good, it always did, but you were insatiable tonight. You wanted more, especially after today. You needed more. You needed his lips and his embrace and his love.
“Sylus.” You pulled at his belt, undoing it. He kissed your forehead and undressed, quickly joining you once more.
“I’ll take care of you,” he promised. And you believed it, because he always did.
You moaned when he entered you, arms wrapping around his neck and nails digging into his shoulders. This, this was it. This was home.
His heated lips found yours and claimed you just as you claimed him, untamed and full of love. Each thrust was filled with a different vow, and each took you closer to the edge, to falling down and into him.
“Doing so well, sweetie,” he whispered. He looked right at you as he held you in his embrace, and sneaked one hand to draw tight circles with his thumb right where you needed it most.
“I- I’m gonna-”
“Let go,” he groaned breathlessly, head thrown back. Even in the highest pleasure, he still tended to you first. “Let go, kitten. I’m here. I’ve got you.”
With a loud moan came, walls fluttering and muscles spasming. Your nails raked over his shirt, thighs locking around his hips. Wild pleasure blinded you, erupting in crashing waves. You felt Sylus reach his own high, heard him lost in his own orgasm.
When he sighed, you felt a kiss on your forehead, then another one on his cheek, and nose. You couldn’t help but smile when he grabbed you, effortlessly lifting you over his body and upon him as he settled on a couch that was too small for both of you.
“Okay?” he asked, arms wrapping around you, his warmth calming down all of your wrung out nerves. Big hands smoothed down your back, over the curve of your backside, and back up.
“Perfect,” you whispered, a content smile on your face. “You always make me feel perfect. Loved. Safe.” The quiet of the room and the comfort of the afterglow always helped you voice the vulnerable truth.
“You are. Perfect and loved and safe,” he said, planting a kiss between each honeyed word.
A few minutes of silent reverie passed. Neither of you spoke a word, yet you understood each other perfectly – all it took was a quick smooch, a content sigh or fingers intertwining to speak all the words needed.
Sylus was the one to break the silence. “Let’s have dinner.” He twirled a finger in your crumpled sweater, his breath tickling your face.
“Let’s not.” You angled your head to hide in the crook of his neck. When he laughed, you felt the sound in your cheek.
“Stubborn kitten. Didn’t I tire you out already?” he asked suggestively, reaching over you to the coffee table. You grumbled in response. “Hm… Sushi? Beef udon? Tofu steak with mushroom sauce and buttery potato puree?”
You turned in his embrace enough to be met with white light emanating from his phone. He was scrolling through a take-out app, but only stopping at fancy restaurants with weird, entitled-sounding names. “Can you just order pizza or something?” you asked, finger poking his side.
He flinched, trying to mask laughter. “So unrefined, sweetie. I present you with such delicious tastes and you dare ask for greasy, unauthentic pizza. Shame on you,” he teased, voice lined with tenderness only you knew. Before you could have responded, he was already adding all of your favorite toppings. And a drink. Oh, and dessert. “Well.” He looked up after paying. “You picked the bland food. Time for me to pick a movie.”
“God, Sylus,” you groaned. “Don’t pick another one of those boring-”
“Excuse me, kitten, you call retro movies boring after demanding a pizza made with-”
“Give me the remote.”
“No.”
“Give it to me!” You reached out, almost dropping from the couch.
Red mist took the remote someplace over your head. “Will you say please?”
“Never.”
“You did ten minutes ago, though.” Sylus flashed you a smile with his white fangs peeking out.
“Go take a shower.” You pushed his shoulder. “You bore me.”
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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.
You were far from Linkon, but you were home. And maybe the eternal night and everlasting danger would never make you think that way, but a certain person, accompanied by certain sidekicks (and maybe a certain bird) changed your mind quickly enough. And maybe you wouldn’t have it any other way.
A gentle knock interrupted your thoughts. Turning around from the grand view, you saw Sylus walking in the room with two glasses and a bottle propped up in his left arm. He closed the door behind him and raised a brow at you.
“You don’t have to knock on your own door, you know,” you said with a smile, standing up from your seat.
Sylus sent you a teasing look. “It’s your door as well.” He put everything on the nightstand on his side of the bed.
You glanced at him curiously. He was still clad in his black shirt and smooth pants, a leather belt around his hips. When you saw that he hadn’t changed, you thought he had to get out tonight, take care of business. Nevertheless, you plopped down on the bed, watching him.
With an effortless smirk, he turned around and went to the shelf where he kept his vinyl collection. Extending a hand, Sylus ran his fingers over differently colored covers. “Any mood preferences?” he asked over his shoulder.
“Hmm.” You reached over to the other side of the bed, trying to read the etiquette on the bottle he brought. Red, semi-sweet. It looked very fancy and very expensive. Probably cost more than your salary. “Saxes?” you murmured, studying the wine.
He snorted. “Okay.”
“Hey! What’s wrong with sax?”
“Nothing, sweetie.” After a few clicks, a relaxing, rich sound of saxophone and piano filled the room.
The music was perfectly decadent and soft, the twirling sounds washing over you in a curtain of comfort. Yes, he knew exactly what you needed. And you discarded the wine, almost closing your eyes and laying your head against fluffy pillows when-
When Sylus turned back around to face you, hands working at his belt. “Woah,” you startled and sat right up. “It’s that kind of night?”
The excitement in your voice made his lips curve in a genuine smile. “You greedy thing,” he whispered, freeing the belt and setting it on a nearby loveseat, fingers reaching for the buttons. “I’m changing into pajamas. Since you’re already set for bed.” He nodded at you and your purple set.
“Boooring,” you sang in an insincere tone, quickly shuffling under the covers. Your thrilled voice did not change one bit as you patiently waited for him to join you in the silk sheets.
“You’re not very believable, kitten,” he said lovingly as he sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for the bottle. He quickly opened it and filled two glasses with deep red liquid, passing you the wine first.
You propped yourself up against the headrest, accepting the glass from his outstretched hand. As Sylus settled into the bed, covered you both, and grabbed his own wine, you clinked the glasses.
“For the saxophones,” you said as he rolled his eyes.
“For the best hunter we have,” he added, taking a sip.
You would not admit the heat in your cheeks came from his silent remark and not the supple drink you tasted.
Sylus set his glass on the nightstand while you took one more big sip.
“You’re supposed to savor it, kitten.”
“You have too much money to skimp on me,” you bit back, setting the wine to the side.
He laughed, a deep, warm sound escaping him. “Come here,” he said, extending his arm towards you.
You scooted over to him very eagerly, arms wrapping tightly against his waist as your head hit his hard chest. This way, you could hear his frantic heartbeat mixing with the gentle sound of the vinyl. This way, his warmth seeped into you, making your muscles relax and prompting a content sigh from your lips.
“Tired?” he asked, big hand smoothing down your hair. It felt good, and warm, and safe.
“I love you,” you said gently.
His breath caught and his hold on your waist tightened. “I love you too,” he added, sentence finished with a soft kiss upon your forehead.
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
i'm really unsatisfied with the analysis of this card and it lives rent free in my mind 😭 the majority of my timelines was just people arguing with each other about whether their fetishes got confirmed or not and no one was talking about the card yk
choosing sylus as a LI for me came very easily because he is the only character i know who values freedom and agency as much as i do. and DS? all about MC's freedom and agency.
throughout the entire story MC is struggling with the fact someone put a bounty on her. she is sad, frustrated, lost, torn between trusting the HA and doubting it would find the perpetrator and punish him. she spends her vacation worrying away. sylus never once forces her into anything, even though he sees exactly what she wants.
he is like a little devil on her left shoulder, except he only wants her to express herself. to take what she wants and she needs. he feeds her desire because she can cultivate it, because she deserves it. orders more lasagna for her, just because she likes it. challenges her in the way they do.
never once does he make the decision himself. he does not find graymist to punish him on his own. he waits for her sign. when she says she's ready, he's right there behind her.
when she chooses not to hurt graymist, he never tries to change her mind. he asks why, never in a prying, how could you way. sylus never wanted her to act like he wants - he only wanted her to make a choice for herself, to be free to decide. and once she decided, he wouldn't hold her own will against her.
sylus wants MC to be greedy not for his sake or because this is how he is and expects the same from his partner, but because MC is greedy in her heart and she's holding herself back because in her mind she is not supposed to act that way. she has reservations because she has standards to uphold to, created by the association, as well as by society.
sylus sees this and feels this. they are one soul split in two. they are the same.
and this entire card is full of love. truly, in my opinion, it is one of the sweetest cards ever. sex/desire/passion does not exclude softness.
MC plops down on the floor in starfish position and sylus is right there with her. she breaks the bed and sylus gets really worried she hurt herself. she decides to sleep on him and he says it's a good choice because she always sleeps well there. finally, he gives her an outfit and jokes she can just go naked, since he's the only one watching her.
the way all of their interactions are domestic, comfortable, full of love and familiarity (even - or especially - the teasing ones) is truly what they deserve after everything that has happened in their previous lives. this is the longest they have been together, the longest they can enjoy each other's company, and the most time they had to discover one another. and you can see that.
finally, the kindled is just as full of love as the entire card. they tease each other like crazy with MC tapping his cheek, biting him, saying he's too heavy. this is that comfortable banter we hear in their secret times, rivalry that gets them going but never crosses the line of safety.
they both have always been outcasts, monsters, they have been hunted and hurt, and so the trust they put in each other is even more evident. sylus, who used to cut off his horns, trusts MC with her hands on his head. sylus, the archfiend feared for his power and fangs smiles at MC biting his chest, right next to his heart.
sylus, whose eyes shine when he desires her, asking MC to tell him she wants him. and it's not possessive, never about taunting her or making her feel small, it's not the predatory "you fell into my trap, admit it, i have you wrapped around my finger". it's a man who's been hurt, who wants to hear she accepts him fully. fiend and all.
and so the kindled is full of passion and that unfiltered fun, them letting go and being playful, teasing. their love and sex are never suffocating, heavy, never dominating in that violent way that takes away the agency, that feels unsafe. this is their safety - the challenge, the betting, their competitiveness. that's their choice.
and all of that is filled with love. the hugs, the jokes, they way sylus takes MC's face in his hand and turns it to the side so he can smother more of her face/neck in kisses. and the way he calls her cute while giving her the good stuff 🙂↕️
also worth mentioning: MC calling sylus her creditor, her debt collector. sure, the debt is the bet she lost that makes her not use her hunter watch when she's with him. but i think the name is fitting, considering how she cursed him, making them soulmates. they are two parts of a whole, taking and giving each other. both a creditor and a debtor of the other one. mutual obligation, if you will.
studying obligations right now couldnt help myself
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.”
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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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!
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.
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.”
It’s almost frustrating, how such a damned man practically kneels at the sight of you. A fiend, put to worship of his own volition.
“And who am I, but a mere sinner?”
Licking a stripe across your clit, your back arches fast and hard—hands scrambling for purchase in his hair. Tugs at his scalp don’t relent his speed, in fact it spurs him—pushes him to tongue at your cunt with nothing short of delight.
“Oh my god, Sylus—“
A low chuckle vibrates against your core and your thighs inch closer to clamping around his head.
“Certainly a high title, sweetie. I’ll do my best to live up to it.”
“Don’t fucking say things like— shitshit–”
Sylus starves without this. Doom passes over him in shivers, but this? You? You stave off any ache he may have had. Truly, he could live here.
An unrelenting force, he is. No heed paid to the stiff cock in his own pants, no—all the strive is for your pleasure. In his plight for you to reach your peak, his own desires have no place. Thighs shaking around his neck, he can’t help but revel in how open you are.
One moment, his teeth scrape like he truly wants to crack you open, the next he drools and kisses—practically drunk off the taste of you.
And aren’t you precious, in how you take it all in stride. How you indulge his need to fulfill your needs. Just a darling you are, letting him lock your souls once more—press skin to skin, core to core and let him taste how perfect you are.
Everything here, raw and sweet—ready for him to devour. Even your embarrassment; he’ll meet it with reverence on his tongue. The only coherent word left that you can splutter out remains his name. His alone, and it stirs something heavy inside him.
You don’t even warn him that you’re close, he can feel every inch of his pleasure in your soul, a knowing mark under his skin forever.
One final clamp, tight and desperate, around his face has you seeing stars. You unravel, and Sylus’ face is soaked.
But this fiend should like to drown here, drenched under the passion of the greatest treasure he has.
"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.
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.
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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.
You know better than to believe he is asleep.
A shift of your shoulder, barely there. Testing.
The arm tightens.
“Careful,” Sylus murmurs, voice low, roughened. Morning voice. Ruined in the best way. “You are loud when you plot.”
You close your eyes again. “I was checking if I survived.”
A quiet sound leaves him. Something between a laugh and a breath pushed out through teeth. His face presses into the space between your neck and shoulder, where the skin is most sensitive. Where last night lingers like a confession.
Warm breath ghosts over a bruise.
You suck in air despite yourself.
“Barely,” he says.
Your fingers curl in the sheets. The memory comes back in fragments. Teeth. Pressure. The way he held you there like he had nowhere else to be. Like he meant to leave marks and did not bother pretending otherwise.
“You bite,” you say, accusing, soft.
A kiss lands on your neck. Not where it hurts most. Just below. Teasing. “You claw.”
You feel the smile against your skin.
Images flicker. Your hands on his back. Nails dragging down muscle, leaving lines he did not stop you from making. The way he stilled when you did it. Let you.
You tilt your head, exposing more without thinking. He notices. Of course he does.
His mouth finds your collarbone this time. Gentle. Deliberate. Lingering right over the ache. His lips are warm. Unhurried. A reminder more than an action.
“Does it still sting?” he asks, quietly now.
You swallow. “Only when you talk.”
Another kiss. Slower. His thumb traces idle circles at your waist, absentminded but possessive. Like muscle memory has not worn off yet.
“That can be arranged,” he says.
You laugh, breathless. It pulls at your throat again and you wince. He stills instantly.
His hand moves up, fingers barely brushing the skin there. Careful now. The shift is subtle but unmistakable. Predator to something gentler. Something attentive.
“You should not laugh like that,” he murmurs. “You are fragile this morning.”
You open one eye. “Whose fault is that.”
A pause. Then, pleased, “Mine.”
You roll onto your back before he can stop you, sheets tangling around your legs. The light catches him fully now. Hair a mess. Shirt hanging open, collar skewed. There, clear as day, the marks you left. Red lines along his shoulders. Faint crescents near his collarbone. One darker bruise at the base of his throat.
You reach out before permission has time to exist.
Your thumb presses lightly against it.
He inhales sharply. Does not pull away.
“Evidence,” you murmur.
“Souvenir,” he corrects.
Your fingers trace one scratch slowly, following the line you remember making. His jaw tightens. Just a little.
“You are going to regret that,” he says.
You look up at him. “You say that like a promise.”
His knee settles between yours. Not forcing. Just present. Heat bleeds back in immediately. Familiar. Welcome.
“You should get up,” he says, eyes dark, steady. “Before I forget why we are pretending restraint exists.”
You arch a brow. “Is that a threat.”
“An observation.”
He leans down, mouth brushing yours. Lazy. Testing. A kiss that tastes like sleep and something deeper. You answer it instinctively, fingers sliding into his hair, tugging just enough to make him pause.
A sound leaves him. Quiet. Low.
“Careful,” he repeats, softer this time.
“You said that already.”
“Yes,” he replies. “And you ignored me then too.”
Your smile is slow. Dangerous.
You feel it again. The night clinging to both of you. In the way your bodies fit too easily. In the heat that has not cooled. In the marks that ache like memories.
“Five more minutes,” he says.
You scoff. “It’s never five minutes with you...”
“Sweetie,” he adds in a low drawl, smirking.
You freeze. Then glare. “Don’t...”
You shove his shoulder. He barely moves. Instead, he drops his weight more fully against you, pinning you without force, mouth returning to your throat. His lips trace the edge of a bruise, reverent and wicked all at once.
“You smell like me,” he murmurs. “I like it.”
Your breath stutters. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet,” he says, lifting his head to look at you, eyes warm with something dangerously close to affection, “you are still here.”
You sigh, fingers sliding back into his hair, nails grazing his scalp. He shudders. The scratches on his back flex as he shifts closer.
“Five minutes,” you concede.
His grin is slow. Triumphant.
He settles back against you, arm draped over your waist, thumb tracing lazy shapes on skin still marked by his mouth. Your leg hooks over his without thinking.
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