#sylus qin x reader

[authorscurse]

Sylus watched as you applied different products onto your face. He finds it amusing how you turn into an artist with the way you paint your face as if it's a canvas.

He watches you with such a soft and endearing expression on his face that it almost makes you forget how ruthless and merciless your husband is as the leader of onychinus.

His gaze follows your form as you walk into your walk-in closet and retrieve your dress. It was a silk red off-shoulder dress with a sweetheart neckline and a slit that reached your mid thigh. It showed your dips and curves that complimented your body shape. You walk out the closet with your hand holding onto the front of the dress to keep it from falling.

Without a word, Sylus walks up to you and helps zip you up. You watch your husband through the mirror as he zips you up, his eyes never leaving he skin on your back. Once you were zipped up, Sylus leans down and places sof kisses on to your should and neck. Your hands fly up to his already styled hair and thread your fingers through the silver locks.

"So beautiful, kitten," Sylus whispers onto your ear as he meets your eyes through the mirror. Your eyes close, and your back leans back to Sylus's chest as he continues to lay kisses on your bare skin.

"We'll be late, Sy," you whisper to him, but he ignores your words and continues littering kisses on your skin. His hands fall on your hips and turn you around, and back you up to the floor length mirror. You gasp as your skin touches the cold mirror but your notes gets drown out when sylus connects your lips together.

"So, so beautiful," Sylus says between kisses. Your red lipstick stains his lips but he couldn't care less. "Sylus," you gasp and push him away gently to take in air that he had restricted you from. He grabs your wrists and lift them up your head and dive back to trap your lips into a kiss. One hand holds your wristwhole the other trails down your leg and lift it up onto his hip.

"Sy, we'll be late," you gasp as he turns his attention to your bare neck. "Don't leave marks," you whine as you feel him sucking on your skin, but you know he'll ignore you and leave marks anyway. Possessive bastard.

"Let's not go," Sylus murmurs onto your lips as he pants. You shake your head. You both have been wanting to go out and eat dinner together after so long and it's hard to place reservations at the new opened resteraunt down town.

"I'll adjust the reservation to tomorrow, how about that, kitten?" He asks, eyes swirling with so much desperation, lust, and yearning. You know you don't have a chance to say no when he looks at you like that so you sigh in response and you watch his smirk widening. He lifts you up properly this time, with both hands holding your legs and lips locked with yours as he carries you onto your shared bed.

"You better make sure we're eating out tomorrow, Sylus," you voice firmly and serious. "Wouldn't want to make the missus angry," Sylus smirks and captures your lips into a heated kiss.

Meanwhile...

"They aren't gonna eat out anymore, are they?" Kieran asks despite knowing the answer. Luke sighs and lifts up kyro up the floor. "Come on little boss, big boss and miss hunter are busy," Luke says as he carries you and Sylus's son into his room to block out the ungodly noises they'll be hearing the whole evening.

[ffiolette]

SYLUS QIN TWT LINKS

INCLUDES— fingering, clit play, cunnilingus, making out, groping, penetration, squirting, creampie, size difference kink, masturbation, bath sex, body worship (?), grinding, breast/nipple play.

WARNINGS— 16 links, all of these videos are for afab readers/viewers, don't like don't read/watch, make sure to be logged into twt/x beforehand, if some of the links stop working please lmk ! nsfw below the cut

your tight pussy clinging to his cock cos he's just so big

sylus having you in a mating press after coming back from another long and tedious business trip

he hasn't shown much interest in the size difference between you two, but you definitely have

sylus always manages to get you to squirt during round two

he loves the taste of your sweet cunt after you've had a hard day and need some help destressing

grinning in the middle of toe curling dick because you know you're the only one who gets to have him like this, no matter how many women giggle over him in public

sylus knows how sensitive your nipples are and he always takes full advantage of that fact

the type of shit he sends you when the two of you have been apart for too long

you're always so cute cuddled up in his massive bed, he just couldn't help himself

sylus rubbing your clit because you begged to feel him before work

despite what people might think sylus truly is a gentle lover, always focusing on your pleasure first

taking his time with his girl because he knows it gets you worked up

you convinced him to take a holiday abroad with you, the plan was to sightsee and explore but you ended up spending most of the holiday touching each other

he doesn't typically ask for blowjobs but when you begged him all prettily he couldn't resist

ever since you expressed your want to start a family with him sylus made sure to fill you up every night

sigh...his birthday trailer...he definitely eats the puss good

© ffiolette

[myntrose]

treasured

a/n: based on sylus' bday event : poolside splendor blueprint

sylus x reader / 645 words

It's said that throwing a coin in fountains can bring those luck, and can even grant wishes.

Coins themselves represent fortune, and wealth. Those two things that your lover Sylus does not lack whatsoever.

His wealth is deeply rooted from being the head of Onychinus, the lord of the N109 zone. Okay, and maybe he gets all his fortune from the various illegal deals and businesses he's associated with. But hey, you gotta do what you have to do to make ends meet (or in this case, have a stupidly large influx of wealth that would last generations).

It's not like he necessarily needed all this money. Yeah, it marks his high ranking status. Sure, it makes living extremely comfortably. It's hard to break habits that have existed for years on years. Cause after all, dragons and crows are known for hoarding and liking gold and other shiny things.

But if anyone were to ask him his most valuable treasure? Something that's so valuable that a number couldn't even begin to describe its worth?

That's too easy for him to answer, he thinks as he watches you right now. Sylus has been swimming in a pool so grand that it makes the ocean jealous. A variation from his usual boxing workout, he excuses it.

You've been sitting at the edge of the pool, just admiring the man who's been swimming laps across the pool for the last half hour now. Damn it, no one else but Sylus could make something as simple as swimming seem so captivating and charming. His body- one that looked like it was sculpted by that of classical Greek sculpture- pushed and glided through the water so effortlessly.

Your thoughts are cut short when you realize that Sylus has stopped swimming, probably for a few minutes now, and has been staring right back at you. In an effort to maintain your composure and dignity, you break the tension by throwing a coin into the water, just as Sylus starts to swim towards you. Before Sylus could start to tease you for staring, you cut him off promptly.

"Hey, you wanna know something? I've always thought that you should be surrounded by gold coins. But I don't have any right now, so you'll have to accept this regular one for now".

A weak try to divert his teasing. But hopefully it seemed liked it worked? It didn't. Sylus laughs at your attempt, but chooses to entertain you anyway.

"Were you wanting to enrich this pool? I'm afraid that one coin isn't enough. At the very least..."

He moves in front of you faster than your eyes can perceive. His hands move around your waist, and instinctively you wrap your legs around him. Sylus carries you into the pool with him, pulling you closer and closer until no space was left between you two.

"This is better".

Had he not brought you two into the deepest part of the pool, you would be squirming and splashing around. For now, all you can do is give him the faux meanest look, only acting annoyed from him pulling you from your comfortable spot from earlier.

"Tch, one coins not enough? You had to grab me too? How greedy".

Sylus moves one hand to push the hairs stuck on your face. He's ruby eyes are staring at yours intently, like he's looking for answers and solving all his problems at the same time. He all but lets out a small laugh, before you both just enjoy the comfortable silence with each other.

Sylus didn't need a pool full of coins. He didn't need all the gold in the world. He didn't need the luck that came from coins, or the wealth of the world. For he had everything he treasured right here, in his arms to love and cherish for as long as he wills it.

@myntrose 2025 - do not copy or translate

[strwbrychffoncke]

"i just wanted to tell you incase you forgot... 'i love you',, 3k words ⸺ event masterlist synopsis: the ways in which you tell sylus "i love you" and ways in which he reciprocates contains: lnds sylus x mc?reader (fem in mind but she/her is used like once or twice) ,fluff! ,kitten/sweetie used as pet names ,domestic!sylus feel ,cuddling ,playful banter ,baker sylus ,incorrect evol use but its wholesome ,sylus chases u around ,twins feature ,not much to say other than soft!sylus being in love w u / both of u being lovesick for e/o + twins shenanigans at the end (i think thats it) note: (mostly edited ,will check back later) added this track last minute but immediately knew who i wanted to write it for. first fic of the event woooo~ :x

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sylus wasn't a man of love-filled sentiments.

or at least, that's what you'd initially thought.

a man like him, the big bad leader of onychinus, someone who was above everyone else and the most sought-after criminal, wielding a steel-cold gun in one of his bloodstained hands...

someone like that didn't know love, surely.

but oh, how wrong you were.

you were the only one that knew, under all of that tough exterior, the true tenderness that lied beneath it.

and you were the sole subject to it, from the very beginning.

-

you woke unceremoniously in a bed that was not your own, surrounded in a blanket of warmth but not solely due to the comforter surrounding your plush body:

it was mainly due to the otherworldly individual beneath you, who you were using as your personal body pillow of sorts.

you stir, letting out a small groan before peeking your eyes open to catch a glimpse of the man before you.

the big, bad leader of onychinus, sleeping soundly in bed next to you, arm firmly wrapped around your waist and your head comfortably planted on his chest— your favorite makeshift pillow.

you can't help but to smile at the sight.

feeling a touch mischievous, you begin trailing your fingers, touch featherlight, up from his waist towards his chest and back down, slowly shifting to drawing mindless shapes in the expanse of exposed skin.

he doesn't react to your touches, still deep in sleep, so you change your tactic.

you drag a single index finger up, up, up past his slender waist, then his slowly rising and falling chest, his pretty neck then up towards his sharp jawline to poke at his cheek.

he grunts in his sleep, but nothing more.

you let out a huff, lifting your head up and staring at the serene expression on his face— even lost in the land of dreams, you couldn't help but to admire every feature of his visage.

a couple of minutes pass by just like this until you decide you're feeling a little bored again.

so you repeat your earlier action, dragging your finger up slowly, slowly, just about to poke his cheek again—

when your wrist is swiftly caught by a warm hand before you reach it.

"it seems my dream of a kitten mistaking me for a toy wasn't a dream after all."

sylus' crimson eyes crack open to look directly into your bright (albeit still slightly-sleepy) ones, heart full at the little playful smile you're sporting.

"she seems bored," he muses, thumb from the hand still gripping your wrist gently caressing your knuckles back and forth— a subconscious habit whenever his hands hold yours.

"should i entertain her?"

his question goes unanswered as he shifts over on his side while letting your hand go at the same time, causing you to slip from your spot on top of him to behind him, facing his back.

"—or leave her to her own devices?"

"sylus!"

your laughs are airy, quickly enveloping the spacious bedroom, and sylus finds himself smiling at the sound.

you don't leave him alone for long, quickly pressing against him and hugging his large frame from behind.

sylus releases a playful scoff. "is this a new attack of yours?"

"yeah, you can't escape, i'm going to stick to you like this forever and ever!"

"how touching," his voice is filled with amusement. "i think i can get used to this..." he trails off, smile evident in his words.

you stay that way for awhile when you decide to repeat your earlier actions in the new space, retracting a hand as you begin to draw shapes into his back this time. at the same time, sylus begins to hum whatever song is on his mind, eyes shut as he revels in your touches, neither one of you in a rush to get up from this sacred space for two.

"what are you drawing, kitten?"

your finger dances across the bare canvas of his back.

"guess," you answer simply as you continue.

he lets out a huff of a laugh. "not going to make it easy for me, are you?"

you hum in response, dragging your fingers to create imaginary lines over the muscles.

"is this... a kitten?" you can almost hear the raise of his eyebrow and see the funny yet curious expression on his face.

"oooh, i didn't think you'd get that one. how about..."

your finger traces several lines again, taking your time before you stop and wait for his answer.

"hmmm..." the way he's concentrating trying to figure it out fills you with amusement like no other.

"a... plane?"

"wrong, it was mephisto!"

"..it was close."

"are you calling mephisto a plane..?"

"..let's move on to the next one."

a hearty laugh rings out as you pretend to erase the image.

"wait until i tell him~"

"you wouldn't dare," he jokingly threats, causing you to only giggle back in response.

you decide on something much simpler this time.

your movements are slowed as you start near the center, drawing a tilted line outward and up before curving it inward and mimicking the same on the opposite side, connecting them to form a heart.

i love you.

a short, amused laugh leaves him, immediately recognizing the shape, but shaping a question instead of an answer.

"i'm not too sure, sweetie. might have to try that one again," he says, voice soft and tender, a hint of a smile within it.

say it once more.

so you do.

you repeat your action, slower, drawing another imaginary heart on his bare skin and within it, your unspoken promise of devotion towards him.

i love you.

this time, he turns around to face you, pulling you flush against him. you let out a short laugh before its devoured by his lips on yours, caught in a dance of love and devotion, giggles bubbling out of you between the breaks as you try to catch your breath while he needily chases your lips.

and the message he wishes to convey is clear as day.

i love you, too.

-

someone like him was the last person you thought you'd ever associate sweets with.

but after the time spent together, you find it hard to imagine anyone else cautiously reading the instructions, mixing the ingredients precisely, and carefully readying the icing for the fresh cupcakes that have come out of the oven and are left cooling nearby, except for him.

you tiptoe into the kitchen, watching him prepare a piping bag for the freshly-made icing he's made while he hums (when you asked him why he goes through the trouble of making it from scratch, he countered by asking "doesn't it taste better when you put in the work for something?" and despite playfully scoffing at the little smirk he offered, you couldn't help but to agree with him).

you smile at his focused expression, reading glasses perched on his nose, some remnants of ingredients spotting his clothes as he decides on which icing tip to use for these particular cupcakes (the last time he made them, they resembled simple flowers. based on the icing tip he was inspecting now, it seemed he was going to try for roses this time).

now just a step away from his back, you reach out both hands, index fingers out as you poke both sides of his lower back at the same time.

he jolts at the sensation, small gasp emitting from his lips and shock washing over him as he cranes his neck over his shoulder to catch your satisfied smile.

"another sneak attack, kitten?"

"i couldn't resist."

you step up beside him, taking a peek into the bowl filled with icing.

"red this time? i would've never guessed."

he scoffs, smiling.

"am i that predictable to you?"

"well, after spending so much time together, its only natural, right?"

"its bad if an enemy learns to read you so easily; who knows what trap will be set in the future."

"you're right," your words trail off as you step back, causing the sly crow before you to raise a brow.

"they can plan an attack when you're vulnerable, like—"

behind him again, you jump forward, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"this!"

his hearty chuckle rings through the kitchen.

even if he saw your intention from the start, he made no move to stop you. he'd surrender to you if you so much as asked.

"so? what will you do with me now that i'm caught?"

"hmmm..."

you hum in thought, noticing sylus has picked up the piping bag and was inserting the icing tip into it, getting ready to fill the bag with the red icing.

he's waiting for your answer when one of your hands reaches forward, dipping your finger into the icing bowl and quickly withdrawing your arms, swiftly turning around—

when you feel yourself being lifted into the air.

you let out a surprised squeal, giggling as you thrash around in the hold of sylus' evol, said man's attention still on the icing bag as he scoops a dallop of red into it.

"such a naughty kitten," he says, evol pulling your suspended body over to him slowly as you laugh the entire way.

"and naughty kittens deserve a punishment," as he speaks, he dips his own finger into the bowl of icing, red now gathered onto the tip before looking up at you through the rims of his glasses.

realizing what he's planning, you thrash around to no avail within the confines of his evol, trying to create distance between you two.

"nooooo! im sorry! please- aha, hahaha! sylus!"

your attempt is futile, sly smirk curling on sylus' lips as his finger moves closer and closer to your smiling face that's trying to inch further and further away, pressing his finger right onto your nose, painting it in red.

"noooooo!" you whine, sylus chuckling in amusement.

"how cute," he muses. "maybe this will teach you to behave in the kitchen."

he finally lets you down with his evol, eyeing you as you're standing upright and before him once again.

"now, go and wait till i'm finished, i'll even let you have the first taste," he bargains, turning his back to you and walking back towards the icing bowl.

despite this, a smirk plasters itself onto your face as you creep your way up behind him once again, red icing still staining your finger from moments ago stretched out, ready to paint his cheek—

"i thought i told you to behave."

despite the countless attempts to catch him by surprise attacks, he knows what you're saying through them:

i love you.

your wrist is easily caught in his grasp, stopping your attack before it can hit his cheek, a displeased groan emitting from your throat.

he brings your icing-covered finger close to his lips, lapping at the red. you watch as it momentarily stains his lips before his tongue licks them clean, humming at the flavor.

"it seems.. better this time, don't you think?" he turns, looking down at you.

you huff out a breath, trying to hide your embarrassment at his little action.

"be patient, kitten, i'll be done soon enough..." he trails off, hand unraveling from your wrist. "or do i have to restrain you?"

"i'm going, i'm going!"

with that, you scurry out of the kitchen to wait in the living room, sylus' amused chuckle surrounding the kitchen soon replaced by his soft, mindless humming once again.

i love you more.

-

a man of his caliber having a playful side seemed like a far-fetched idea.

until you experienced it for yourself.

and since the very first time, you're convinced he may be the most playful person on the entire planet.

to be fair, you kind of expected this, after all, its not like it was the first time.

but when you snatched a cupcake when his back was turned and took a bite, you didn't expect him to notice— at least, not right away.

but he did, and when he began counting, you instinctually bolted out of the kitchen, cupcake still in hand, giggles trailing behind you, determined to not be caught by him.

you dashed past the living area, two crow masks peeking up from their spot on the sofa and shifting to another figure— their boss— who was trailing behind you, watching until your figures disappeared down the long corridor of the hall.

"i give her five minutes," kieran pipes up, turning towards his brother.

"i give her three!"

"you're on!"

. . .

even as you dash down the halls, careful not to hit anything and running in scattered directions, it doesn't take long for sylus to close in on you.

you make it to a lounging area, movements slowed from the amount you've ran in the past couple of minutes, beginning to catch your breath after not sensing him around when you feel a weight on your shoulders.

"caught you."

"...!"

he's equally out of breath, taking a few moments to even his breathing, leaning against you more and more before pushing your body down onto the sofa. you fall back on the cushions with a short oof! still in the midst of catching your breath before sylus lays what feels like his entire weight right on top of you.

"sylus!"

you push against his broad chest, completely crushed by his beautiful build of a body, laughter ringing through the living space at your futile struggle against the smirking man above you.

"it seems a little kitten is stuck," he heaves a couple of breaths. "what are you going... to do about it?"

"get... off!" you laugh.

"i'm tired after all of that chasing... not to mention this is comfortable for me," he takes a couple more breaths, looking down at your slightly-sweaty face. "so i'd rather not."

"you're heavy, sylus!"

you weakly hit at his chest when he closes his eyes, pretending to fall asleep on top of you.

"sylus!"

slowly, he lifts himself up with his arms, hands planted flat on either side of your head.

"attacking me after making me chase you? how very cruel of you, sweetie."

your breaths are mostly even now, watching for sylus' next move.

he slowly begins moving his head down, and your eyes naturally flutter closed, expecting a kiss.

he takes this opportunity to plant his knees into the sofa, shifting his weight onto them as he leans down, breath fanning your lips.

"you trust me, sweetie?" he whispers against your lips.

"always," you whisper back.

he suddenly lifts his head, arms lifting at the same time before his fingers immediately begin dancing over your midriff.

your eyes shoot open in shock and betrayal, laughs immediately ripped from your throat as you thrash beneath him, trying your best to get away despite being caged into the sofa.

"s-sy-sy- ahahah! sto-o-p! s-stop! hahaha!"

his fingers continue their brutal attack on your sensitive skin, bubbling laughter infectious as sylus joins you, pleased smile adorning his face at your current state.

he relents shortly after, allowing you to catch your breath again as he looks down at you in a daze, reaching out to straighten your hair.

"kiss..." your voice is breathless, but he catches it.

"hm?"

"you still owe me... a kiss...." you breathe out, looking up at him expectantly. "from earlier."

"ah, of course."

he leans down, capturing your lips with his, hovering over your body as your arms snake around his neck, pouring your hearts into the action. you both kiss with equal fervor, chasing each others lips, never able to get your fill of the other.

i love you.

he pulls away slowly, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him close in fear of him leaving you all of a sudden. the look in his eyes says i'm not going anywhere, his forehead touching yours as you both breathe each other in before he tucks his head into your shoulder.

"lets stay like this... just for a bit," his quiet, husky breath hits your ear and you shiver at the sensation.

"okay," you smile, hands petting through his silver locks.

i love you, most.

and you stay together, just like that, losing track of time in the world reserved for two, heartbeats syncing up as you meld against one another, both with the shared sentiment of never letting go.

(only at your insistence of taking a shower and slipping into some fresh clothes when you think he's dozed off does he relent, slowly getting up and scooping you into his arms, making his way down the hall towards his room).

-

sylus wasn't a man of love-filled sentiments.

at least, that's what you'd initially thought.

a man like him, the big bad leader of onychinus, someone who seemed to be above everyone else, the most sought-after criminal wielding a steel-cold gun in one of his bloodstained hands—

the same hands that cradled your face, caressed your hair any chance he got, tickled you when you least expected it, carried you so lovingly at your beck-and-call, hugging you close to his chest, close enough that you could feel his beating heart—

the heart of a man who loved so wholly and completely, devoting his entire being to you.

so, despite what anyone else may think, may also assume at first glance, you knew the truth:

despite the odds, sylus was someone that knew love the best.

-

epilogue:

"so... who won?" luke turns to his brother under the crow mask.

"i did, obviously," kieran is all-too confident.

"what?!? nuh-uh, she was definitely caught in less than five minutes!"

"did we watch the same thing? that was maybe six!"

"are you.... stupid?"

"rude!"

"i didn't think you'd try to lie your way to win," luke crosses his arms over his chest.

"i am not lying!"

"are too!"

the bickering continues for a couple more minutes until luke pipes up again.

"wait, what was the prize for whoever won the bet?"

"......"

kieran is the first to speak up again.

"you know what, since you won, you can be the one to tell boss the reason so many cupcakes are missing."

"WHAT???"

later, the cameras in mephisto's eyes would relay the twins chasing each other around— just amongst the footage of them scarfing down the freshly-made rose-icing cupcakes.

-

a/n: spreading the soft sylus agenda... this is inspired by a number of domestic art/tweets ive seen if i find them ill add but.. he's so soft..... i adore him

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[jinwoosungs]

04/14/25; 07:45pm

sylus x fem.reader

notes: an early birthday fic for sylus because i love him ♡

sylus found himself in a sweet dream, one where your laughter echoes throughout the meadows as he becomes drunk off the scent of daturas blooming. he smiles, inching himself closer while wrapping his arms around your waist.

“mmmph, what’s gotten you so giddy, kitten?” he buries the tip of his nose in what he assumed to be your hair-

yet completely freezes with horror when he didn’t feel your pulse.

waking up with a start, his ruby irises narrow with annoyance, seeing that he had been cuddling your pillow the entire time. tossing it aside, the onychinus leader stretches out his limbs, tossing aside his sheets as his bare feet meets with the marble flooring of his home.

grabbing his sweatpants, he puts them on while following the sounds of your laughter, running a hand across his silvery locks of hair as the scent of burnt sugar singes at his nostrils. he enters the living room, seeing you hunched over what looked like a cake as you tried to decorate it. even as your eyebrows were furrowed with concentration, you still kept on giggling while applying the frosting in a lopsided manner.

with his arms crossed over his chest, he lets out a low rumble of your name, earning a gasp from you. “and what’s all this commotion about, sweetie?”

a sheepish expression was seen on your face, with you trying to hide the lopsided creation from his sight. “ahhh, i’m sorry for waking you up. i was just… laughing at my poor attempts at baking a cake.”

sylus let’s out an amused chuckle in response, “and why would you ever need to bake a cake, kitten?”

you purse your lips and gesture toward the clock, “it’s already midnight.”

the onychinus leader lifts a brow up in response, “and i’m well aware of that. but what does that have to do with you baking a cake?”

another nervous laughter escapes from your parted lips, “well, it’s now april 18, your birthday.”

realization dawns on him, making his heart begin to race within his chest. warmth was felt blossoming all across his body as he takes quick strides towards you, “for my birthday? you shouldn’t have, kitten.”

your protests were ignored when sylus places you on his lap, admiring your cake in its entirety as his eyes linger on the grumpy crow decoration and a single candle. the happy birthday was drawn across the front of the cake in what appeared to be chocolate syrup, and you kept clearing your throat in embarrassment.

“i-i know it’s not the prettiest cake, b-but i wanted to do something for your birthday-“

he cuts off your words with a searing kiss, pressing his lips against yours in hopes of silently conveying how much your gift meant to him. all his life, the date of his birthday had barely been celebrated-

in fact, he was often scorned for simply existing.

yet here you are, celebrating his birthday with so much love and care that it brought tears to his eyes.

when the need for air proved to be too much for you, sylus pulls away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours while framing at your face, “nothing you gift me will ever be short of perfection in my eyes, little dove.”

his smile turns into a wolfish grin, “now, let’s say we give this birthday cake a try.” he was ready to cut into it when your hand stops him. giving him a kind smile, you lean closer to the cake while picking up a lighter. the flickering flame ignites the candle, and you began to sing a familiar melody for him.

“happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear sylus, happy birthday to you~” sylus could feel his cheeks become dyed a rosier hue in response to your song, simply basking in your smile when you began giggling once more. “go on sy, make a wish and blow out the candle.”

feigning annoyance, he places the cake closer to him, “alright, if you say so, sweetie.” he looks into the flame, pretending to be deep in thought when really, he’s known what his wish would be all along.

i wish to spend an eternity with you.

with that single phrase coursing through him like a never-ending mantra, he blows out the candle with a single puff of air, chuckling when your excited claps echo throughout the room.

his arms go back to wrapping around your form, placing you on his lap (where you’ve always belonged) while cutting into the cake with you. as you both enjoyed the chocolate cake, sylus steal yet another lingering kiss from you-

finding your lips to be far sweeter than the cake itself.

end notes: i needed to write something fluffy for sylus’s birthday, since i adored where hearts live so much (;﹏;) and with his birthday fic out of the way, i can properly announce my hiatus.

my creativity has been running so low when it comes to writing lately, and i want to take my time to give my mind a break before coming back eventually, so i hope you readers will anticipate my return ♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[beneathashadytree]

HIM BEING DESPERATE - TEXTING SYLUS QIN

Warnings : NSFW obviously, explicit pictures, face-sitting, scratching, implied exhibitionism, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : filthy smut teehee😋

Additional notes : This is Sylus’ part of a request I’d made for the other 3 men a few months ago. Decided to make it for him so I could post all 4 men’s parts on Twitter tonight!

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THE GOODBOY CODE

slyus is a good boy and wants to prove it to you.

cw: sylus and reader are both switches, (18+, MDNI), handjobs, pussyjob, cum eating, slight blowjob, making out, finger sucking, orgasm denial, use of restraints, spanking (just one moment of it) slight choking, squirting, eventual sex and creampie

ramona note: just a little drabble since it’s been forever but hope you enjoy! it’s terribleeeee ik ik tagging: @sunasbon @kissxcore @sincerelyzee

“How badly do you wanna fuck me, Sylus?” A simple question but you could already see by how flushed his ears and face were just how badly he wanted this.

A surprising sound erupts from his throat — a whine, a whimper or a combination of the two before he finally speaks, “Really bad. Don’t torture me like this kitten.” You could see he was struggling, he said he wouldn’t use his evol to escape the rope that bound his hands together but his eyes held a different story.

You sit on his lap, your core against him and he shutters. “Can I?” Your hands traveled from his shoulders to his chest, spending extra time rubbing up and down, smirking at every heavy breath. Your hand grazes the area, “You’re hard.” His body goes completely still for a second, almost like he’s embarrassed that you pointed out something so obvious. “I can make you feel good, wouldn’t you like that?”

He’s watching you with hooded eyes, swallowing hard. “Be gentle with me.” He finally huffs out.

Your face lights up and within seconds you’re on your knees his pants are completely unzipped; his tanned cock flops out and you just stare. It’s long and heavy, slightly curved and the head is decorated with pearly beads of precum. Your finger rubs at the slit, collecting the cum and popping it in your mouth.

Sylus just stares, his face twitching ever so slightly as you look at him. You moan, taking your finger out and dipping it back to gather more of him. He hisses, his silver eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed. Squeezing your fist around him, you pressed small kisses to the tip, peppering everything above your fist — his cock now covered in your red lipstick. He’s throbbing in your hands as you continue to work him, the lascivious wet sounds of his cock and his needy labored breathing mixed together in the empty room, “Just like that.” His back arches at the same time that his hips jerk up towards your fiery touch. “Ah!” He throws his head back at the sensation of you suckling a bit on the head while you stroke, both of your hands twisting and pumping him sloppily. Your tongue laps at the head more, swirling around the slit and he moans. He’s not quiet anymore, he’s being loud.

The leader of Onychinus is whimpering and moaning while his toes dig into the sheets. He’s gasping, loudly, repeatedly saying how soft your hands are or how pretty you are, anything with a whiny voice and flushed face.

“Kitten, I’m cl—” You know he’s ready to spill all over you, you can feel him throbbing everywhere and from the way the veins on his thick thighs look as if they’re going to burst… makes you stop.

It happens all within a second, you take your mouth off him and your now sticky hands you give small kitten licks to. While Sylus heaves and glares, “Are you trying to punish me?” He asks, his cock twitching in the air — harder than before.

“Say please and I’ll make it up to you.” You purr, kissing his chest with mischievous eyes.

“You’re pushing your luck…” He murmurs, annoyance heavy in his tone. He rolls his eyes and looks deep in thought before he says, “Pleasee…sweetie.” Dragging out the please to truly win you over.

“Now I have to reward you for being a good boy, huh?” A smirk permanently glued on your face. “I got something better for you.”

You sit on him, his cock flush against your lips as you rock your hips back and forth. More of his own precum leaks on to his abdomen, you don’t know when he broke free of his restraints but his fingers dig into your hips while your pussy easily glides up and down, the combined cool slick covering the both of you.

Your clit bumps his head and you both gasp before you start again— dragging your weeping pussy from the base of his cock to head, circling your hips against him. Every bump of your clit against his tip makes you that more wetter and faster to slide back up and down against him. “You’re soaking me…” His crimson eyes sparkling as he looked at where you’re both connected, his hips meeting yours with each roll. With every roll he does, the more moans comes from his lips — sometimes he says simple words of ‘fuck’ but other than that he just lets out wordless moans and shutters as you work him.

“Sylus—‘M so wet, you hear it?” You tease him, reaching down to put his fingers against your clit; the rough pads adding to your please. A strained moan spills from your lips, grateful for the feeling as you continue to hump against him.

“You’re so soft.” He groans out, your wetness drips down on his shaft and he instantly flips you over. “Making me feel good.”

Sylus uses your wetness like a lube, moving even faster to slot himself between the lips of your pretty pussy, sloshing sounds of wetness and skin slapping as he continues. “Mmf!” He leans down to kiss you, licking your lips to get inside –he swallows all your moans with a devilish smile.

Keeping your lips open to nudge at your clit with the head of his cock, your eyes wide at the slight overstimulation. He says something but you’re too immersed in the pleasure to hear him, he slaps his cock on your fluttering hole.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, kitten.” A dopey grin on his face, he looks as if he’s captivated by you. “I let you take control, but now…” he grips the side of your neck just slightly, watching your eyes roll back and your chest heave. “I’m taking it back.”

You whine out his name and sniffle, still not looking his way. But it’s almost like he was always in charge, the atmosphere heavy.

“Don’t you want me right here? Inside?” He chastises, his lips twitching upwards, failing to hide his smirk. His calloused hands trail from your quivering belly to your mound. “I was a good boy, can’t you be a good girl for me?”

But you’re stubborn, a trait he both loves and hates in times like this. He rubs himself against your folds again, “Or should I stop?”

Your eyes glance at him briefly before looking away, “You like being a bad girl, huh?” He licks a stripe up your neck. The warmth of his body leaves in an instant and he turns you over, taking you over his knees. He slaps your backside, once. Then again, harder. You hold back a moan but your hole flutters around nothing which makes Sylus chuckle.

“You like that don’t you?” His hand comes down on your backside again and your fingers fish the sheets in front of you. “Cat got your tongue?” He teases as you wiggle yourself out of his hold.

You scoff but avoid his glances, if you admit you like it… his teasing wouldn’t stop. He watched your face before he changes the subject.

“How about this…” He offers. “I’ll do whatever you want if you tell me like a good girl.” You squeeze your thighs together and he takes notice.

“I want you inside.” You tell him, voice laced with pleasure. Teasing him was torture enough because you were teasing yourself in the process. “I’ll be a good girl.” You promise, sticking your bottom lip out in a deep pout.

He lays you back down and he opens your folds that are sticking together, rubbing himself through them again before your wet insides welcome him.

You squeal and he’s shushing you, carefully moving in deeper. Your eyes tearing up at the relief his cock is bringing you, you’re babbling nonsense words to which Sylus replies with murmurs against your lips, “I know, I know.”

There’s little to no talking after that, just the sounds of him inside of you, the bed frame and both of you whining against each other’s mouths. Sylus pushes his hips deeper inside before pulling halfway out and repeating the action, his eyes focused on your face.

Bending your legs at the knees to get even more inside — to reach that spot he knows he’s close to. He says your name, he groans it with labored breath and you watch his face as best you can. His eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed, his lips parted before he grits his teeth and bites down. “Feels too good inside of you.” His hips snapping harder when you wrap your legs around him.

“M’gonna cum!” A pressure deep in your tummy, your knees close to your earlobes as he keeps going.

“Oh? You’re gonna? Aren’t you forgetting to ask? Let me hear that pretty voice.” He nibbles at your lips, kissing them.

“Sylus, can I? Can I cum? Please…please? Sylus—!” He’s looking directly at where he’s inside of you, froth covers his base and he bounces you off of him. You groan at the deeper sensation, a feeling so unfamiliar erupting inside of you.

You move your hands to cover yourself, “Sy— don’t… don’t look.” Gushes of wetness squirt off of you and you whine, his hand covering yours as he holds them tightly.

“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed?” He gushes, his cock twitching inside of you as he finally comes inside

“Oh.” He slips out, watching more of his cum leak out of you. “It’s pouring,” he purrs, scooping some up and gently thrusting it back inside.

[loveanddeepdick]

hear me, lads men when mc puts on pheromones perfume 🫣

xavier would keep his cool, or at least, he would try to. the moment he smelled the perfume, he’d stay in a certain radius of you, watching as you moved around your apartment. after you were done with whatever task you’ve taken up, he’d run his hands up and down your waist as he buried his face in your neck from behind.

“is this new perfume? don’t tease me”

rafayel, unlike xavier, would be on you in an instant. he’d push you onto the nearest surface and push his nose into your neck and collarbone, inhaling the smell as he nearly got drunk on it. his hands never leave you either, exploring underneath your shirt as he continued smelling you.

“wear this every day, please.. ‘smells like heaven”

zayne wouldn’t notice right away. after all, he’s a busy man with lots of things in his mind. he’d be lounging around with you on your couch, reading articles on his phone when you slightly shift to get up and the scent hits him like the truck. he grabs your wrist, pulling you down onto his lap as he moves your hair slightly, leaning in to smell you.

“i was right, your scent is different today. it’s intoxicating, dear”

sylus already knows you bought the perfume, after all, he knows everything about you. he smells it right when you walk into his room. he was buttoning up his tux when you walk in with your tight, black dress, ready to leave with him when he caught your scent. he subtly smiled, keeping his thoughts to himself, teasing you with the false guise of him not acknowledging the new scent. it only took you two hours until you were pouting, giving him a silly silent treatment until he chuckled, spilling his secret.

“sweetie, i’ve known the entire night that you were wearing that perfume. don’t think it didn’t drive me crazy, too”

[lighting-and-shadow]

Ikigai, Part 1

Summary: You’re desperately in love with a man who already belongs to another.

Ikigai (n.) (Japanese): "A reason for being," the thing that gets you up in the morning.

Part 2, Part 3

You sit on Sylus' bed, restless despite the exhaustion that clings to your body. It’s like a noose with every second that goes by. Yet, you know rest will never come to you. Not for some time at least. So, you pass the time with tapping.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Broken nails tap uselessly and frequently against the expensive sheets. No amount of this makes the ire in your blood burn any less.

"Sylus," you call out to the man in question, who merely hums your name in response. "Have I ever told you that you're the biggest fool I've met?"

Sylus stands in his bathroom, door wide open as always. He stopped showering or tending to his wounds with it closed long ago. You can't quite remember how long. It's just how it is. Has it made for some embarrassing moments where he teases you with a towel barely around his waist as you struggle to keep your eyes solely on his (and not his chest that you want to run your hands on or his neck you want to bury your face in as you drift to sleep)? Yes.

Would you want it any other way? No.

"Is that so, sweetie? I must've gone deaf the last few hours, and missed it. Mind repeating yourself so I can etch it into my mind for future reference?"

"You're the biggest fool I've ever met."

He chuckles. The rich laughter makes your heart flutter and you almost immediately march over to help him.

"May I remind you that you work for this fool? What does that make you?"

"What indeed…"

The pair of you sit in silence except for the sounds of Sylus digging into his own skin to remove a bullet that seems to be giving him particular trouble.

"Be a dear and help your boss out, sweetie."

Part of you wants to give in, as you've done so many times. Sylus' tone gives away that he knows that too. Even without seeing his face, you can imagine the smug smirk it has. Oh how you want to kiss that smirk away so badly.

And that's exactly why you can't comply with his request. You need to put your foot down. Maybe being belligerent will help quell these annoying feelings. Sylus isn't meant to be yours, after all.

"No thanks."

You stare at his thread of fate. It shimmers the same red that everyone else's does. That red used to alarm you as a child. Now, all you see is him. Him and his beautiful red you wish to burrow yourself in forever.

Now that red helps not give into him. Helps you remember that if you want him to meet his soulmate in one piece, you couldn't keep letting him do this.

"Seriously?"

"Yep. My foolish boss did this to himself, so he should pay the price."

"And what price is that?"

"The price of spending who knows how long digging bullets out of his skin."

"Of course. Whatever you say sweetie. A far better price than what… hmmm… what was his name? George? Jarold?"

He's teasing you again. The drawl in his voice told you as much. He didn't even bother to hide the slight chuckles he let out at your tired sigh.

"James," you reply.

"Yes, Jake," now he was just fucking with you. "The price he was demanding for such mediocre business was… appalling. I much prefer this."

You snort at your boss, "Just keep telling yourself that bossman."

"I will, sweetie."

Silence engulfs the pair of you. For you, it sits on your chest, swims in your blood, and chews on your skin. The quiet gnaws at you, a steady and annoying and repetitive peaking reminiscent of Mephisto.

You hate it. But you must maintain it. Even when Sylus glances over his shoulder at you. You're sure to avoid eye contact with him. One look is all it would take for you to storm over to him and tenderly take the bullets out of his skin.

Not this time. This time, you had to be firm.

Your mind drifts back to the meeting. There wasn't anything special about this particular one. Hell, it wasn't even a weapons deal. Rather, James was apparently an old friend of Sherman's with a vinyl collection. The stupid man had gone off the rails recently.

Was it surprising that he did? Not in the least bit. It did make for a good laugh over diner one day though. About how this man thought he could take you two down. Sylus and his faithful companion with a silver tongue, one that seemed to speak to very depths of your soul.

Taking down Sherman wouldn't be difficult. Nothing ever was with you two being the well-oiled machine you are together. But, you never liked being unprepared. You're cautious to a fault. And Sylus wanted to easy your worrying, or nagging as he called it.

Enter James: a connection to Sherman you dug up. One with a pension for vintage music and antique jewelry. It should've been an easy deal. Especially once you saw his thread.

James' thread was a dim red. A red you hadn't seen for quite sometime. A red you didn't expect from someone like him.

A dead soulmate. You could hear the deceased man's faint screams. You could see their final hours together as illness wracked the poor boy. God, they must've been about 16; James had to be at least in his mid 30's now. He still clings to his soulmate all these years later, a simple tattoo over his heart to symbolize the love that was lost too early.

You pitied the man. He wasn't a good man, with countless lives lost at his hands and many loves cut too short because of his actions, but the loss of a soulmate is something no one recovers from. It's one of those things that immutable in this world.

So you used that to crack through his icy exterior. Peeled it back layer by layer until his soul danced in the palm of your hand. James was at your command. Until your boss shattered that.

"Why are you so mad at me, my sweet Gamayun?"

You can't help it: you look up and are immediately greeted by your boss' smug face. And you're angry at falling for his trick. For a moment.

Then you lock eyes. Deep, deep, crimson, so similar yet so unlike the threads of fate you see so often. His red is a good red. His red is the red of your love rather than everyone else's. Sometimes you wonder if his red eyes are your thread of fate, that they're your soulmate connection.

Any other day, you'd soak in the attention of that red. You can't right now. Because in a fraction of a second, you see it. You see the hurt he's trying to cover. You see in his soul how his wounds ache and how he wants your forgiveness, how he wants to make you smile (for some reason).

It's all you need to move from his bed and approach his back. He still looks at you, smirk gone and expression soft with something you can't place. You ignore it. He turns around so that his bare chest faces you. You struggle to not let yourself be flustered.

”It's nothing you haven't seen before. It's no big deal. You're just business partners and companions. Nothing else.”

"Gimme your gauze."

Your tone is sharp. Maybe because you hope to cover how weirdly intimate this feels: your boss basically naked and unguarded as you try to tend to his wounds.

You focus your eyes onto his hands. He holds his bandages in them. You reach for them, but he moves his hand away. You reach again, and Sylus raises his hand above his head, and raises an eyebrow at you.

You can't even be mad at him when he does.

"Why, Gamayun?"

There’s that nickname again. It carries so much. His trust, his affection, and his heart. Just not in the way you hope.

Gamayun carries false dreams, fantasies that haunt you as you sleep at night. Gamayun is a fake promise of a love you'll never have. But it was yours, so you gladly take ownership of it.

"You're pathetic…"

"Because my foolish Morana apparently can't clean up his own messes."

"Ah, but that's why I have you, my sweet, beautiful, and kind Gamayun."

Your hands tremble as you pull back on the roll of gauze. You think Sylus laughs at you, but you can't hear it over the pounding of your heart.

"Stop it," you want to tell him. "Stop giving me hope."

It doesn't take long for you to finish. You help Sylus dress, despite knowing he doesn't in any way, shape, or form need you help. He stopped you when you tried to leave after finishing his bandages, so you figure you wouldn't even bother for now.

"Sylus, what're you—"

"Sylus? Who's Sylus? Since when did you know a Sylus?"

You roll your eyes at him.

“Have you suddenly become a decrepit old man without my noticing?”

"No," he then lifts you into your arms and forces you to meet his eyes.

He stares into your eyes; you stare right back, praying that you give nothing away. He walks towards his bed, still looking at you.

"You must be really mad at me if you're calling me by my name right now."

"Don't be so dramatic you big baby. I called you by name earlier.”

Sylus pays no heed to words. In fact, he takes them in stride, placing you slowly onto his bed. His movements are slow, precise. Almost as if he's afraid to hurt you. But that’s ridiculous; he could never hurt you.

"Are his injuries still causing him problems?"

You keep that thought in mind in order to not trick yourself. In order to not gaslight yourself into believing that there's something more behind his actions. Sylus and you have always had an intimate relationship. Closer than most ever will be. Best friends. Partners in crime.

"This means nothing."

You try to get out of bed, to run away to wallow in your sorrows, but Sylus plops down next you and wraps an arm around you.

"Sleep. We'll discuss this later."

A protest builds up in your throat. It’s pushed back down when his arms tightens around you and his breathing evens out into soft puffs. He’s not asleep; you know that, and he knows you know that. But you play along anyway.

Turning in his arms to play with his hair, you think more about what happened earlier. At how Sylus kept trying to get between you and James when you guys got closer. At how Sylus seemed more passive aggressive with the man the more you two talked, forgetting that there was even someone else in the room. At how Sylus would subtly move you away from James when a crack in the man’s facade would appear at your words.

He got worse when you reciprocated. Of course, you always did on these missions; it’s a great way to build rapport. Today was different. Today was real. You really felt for James. You really wanted to reach him. As someone who also understands of the pain of being without a soulmate—soulless, as society would call you.

But you were different. You didn’t lose your soulmate. You never had one. All you could do was watch as others loved and lost, doomed to never experience the same.

Things exploded when James asked if he could see you again. A normal request from clients and prospective/current business partners alike. But you never quite clicked with them the same way you had with James, a man whose heart was so hurt, much like your own. You hope the poor man is still alive.

Sleep begins to creep up on you as you remember the vigor in Sylus protest. Honestly, it was kind of hot; you rarely get to see him lose composure. Even less so during business exchanges. You burrow into his embrace at the thought. Of the way his face contorted with rage. At the way his Evol thrashed out at those around you.

You use that to cover what you truly remember: the gentle way that same power carried you to safety (he was always weirdly protective of you because of your lack of Evol; strange, considering what you’re capable of). The worried way he asked if you were alright. The kind way he treated you despite your anger.

But, why were you angry? Why are you still angry? Because he once again used violence when it wasn’t needed? Because he didn’t listen when you told him to back off? Because he got himself hurting protecting you? Because this showed that deep down he doesn’t trust you?

No. Never.

Sylus trusts you with everything. And you, in turn, trust him with everything. Well, except one thing: your heart. Maybe that was why you were mad at him. Because when he does things like that, it makes it so hard to let him go.

I previously posted a blurb/preview of a soulmate AU with Sylus and a Non MC Reader. Here is chapter 1 of the full length fic. Hope you all enjoy because there's more fics to come with this man from me (he has me in a goddamn chokehold; I already have so many drafts 😭).

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[frissonmei]

to be known / sylus

DETAILS: non-mc!fem!reader, yearning, pre-relationship, loverboy!sylus, fluff, my inability to be tense consistent (i am so sorry lmao), this is lowkey gross, implied boss!sylus SUMMARY: the art of noticing, and the age-old quote: "to be loved is to be known." NOTES: i’ve been thinking a lot about soft and quiet love. i’ve been craving the deep intimacy that comes with knowing someone so wholly, so i wrote it. i hope that this comforts anyone who needs it right now and i love you even if i don't know you 💜. wc. 1.3k

Sylus prides himself on the fact that he knows you. He’s watchful like that. After years of working together closely, Sylus can’t help but notice things.

He’s seen the slight upturn of your lip when you’re fighting down a laugh at sniveling businessmen a million times. He's watched the pull of your eyes when you scrutinize people in crowds—always analyzing—much like himself. He pictures the twitch of your eye when he says something a little too outlandish. He remembers the glare you gave him the last time he did so. He knows the way you purse your lips when you're met with something unsavory. The last time he saw it was when the twins had burned dinner. He sees the gleam of anticipation in your eyes whenever someone underestimates you. He notices how you lick your lips when you're unsure and the way your gaze darts to the side momentarily. He can tell you're concentrated when your tongue pokes out the corner of your mouth a little and your right brow dips in frustration. Sylus notices the way you bite your cheek when you’re confused. He knows the crack in your right canine is from when you fell down the stairs as a kid. He watches you.

He can see the way your shoulders droop when you're tired. He has watched the way your eyes glaze over in dullness when you've pushed yourself over the limit. He can pick out the mist in your gaze when you reminisce or when you're about to cry. He sees the way you bite your tongue when you're teetering on the edge of an emotional break.

He sees you.

Sylus recognizes the sounds of your steps on the hardwood floor. He listens eagerly for the tip tap of your steady gait and the clink of your boots on the marble tile. He awaits that lilt in your pitch and quickened pace of speech when you're excited. He's counted the sighs you've let slip in meetings that bore you. (The record was 102 in a singular meeting). He can hear you in the night when you can't sleep—the way you pace exactly seven steps up and down the hallway. He can hear the wheeze of your winded laugh when the twins do something dumb. He can hear your shared giggles with Miss Hunter when you two joyfully conspire against him. He hears the hushed whispers you speak to the sky when you think you're alone.

He's heard your growls of frustration when you train. He's heard you scream in both elation and pain. He knows the gentle lullaby you sing to the moon when you grow tired of pacing the house (After about 9 times of pacing or 63 steps). He's listened to your little sniffles and sobs when the weight of the dark feels too heavy for you. He knows of the little pleas and wishes you've sent to the flowers during the little off time you receive.

He hears you.

In the pungent odors of the N109, he can pick out the notes of your signature fragrance like a dog to a bone. A comforting undertone for him and a captivating essence for others. It is the smell of freshly cooked food, and the redolence of neatly trimmed flowers that you purchase weekly from the shop right outside the horrendous zone he calls home. He can detect the hints of lavender and vanilla from your shampoo and the jasmine from your body wash. He can smell the steaming cinnamon from your famous hot drinks you make when it gets cold out.

Sylus can smell the blood that oozes from the wounds you hide from him. He can scent the track of soil and grass after you've had a long day of work. He knows of the bleach and chemicals on your hands when you've finished deep cleaning or disposing of who knows what.

He could pick you out of a crowd from your smell alone.

He knows how you've been built up. He knows the cautious way you move, almost as if you don't want to leave a trace of your existence behind. He can feel the tight grip of your handshake when you establish yourself in cases of business. Sylus can feel the way you linger in his shadow most of the time. It's like a phantom—the barely there wisp of your breath against his shoulder. He can feel the weight of you when you unconsciously lean against him when it's been a particularly long day. It's the quick and calculated strikes of your fist against his shoulders, chest, and stomach when you train together. He can feel the raw power behind each punch, and yet when he's injured... you caress him as if he's glass (one of the only times you intentionally touch him).

He can feel your chipped nails when your hand accidentally brushes his as you walk down the street. It's the way he knows it's because of all the work you do for him. It's the tickle of your hair against his neck when you hug him—a very rare occasion. Sylus notices the way you treat each of his possessions with care as if you're the one who crafted them. It's how you so tenderly work maintenance on Mephisto—oiling his gears and tweaking his mechanics so gently as if he were a real bird. It's in the way you jump slightly when he places his hands on your shoulders. He can feel the chill of the goosebumps that run up your skin when he touches you in a little less than professional manner. He knows the way your shoulders shake when you finally let yourself cry from that one time he caught you. He can feel the way your lashes flutter against his neck when you let him a little closer than necessary to help you with the pendant around your neck. You keep him at arm's length and yet when you touch him, it never fails to make an impression. Your touch is as brief and light as a feather and yet as scorching as the brightest fire.

Your touch lingers in the back of his mind.

He can taste the baked bread the two of you shared at that quaint bakery near the flower shop. He can almost taste your ambition. As much as he'd love to, he can't call it greed. It's pure dedication, and he can taste it. He can taste the sweat that runs down his face when he's racing you. On occasion, he can taste the bitter acid and iron tang of blood when you spar your hardest. He can taste it when you come back proud of a completed business excursion for him. And he can almost taste the salt from your tears when you cry. He tastes your sadness, and he wishes he could lap it up.

He wishes he could get a lick of your happiness too. He can almost taste the mint from the gum you chew every day. He can imagine the cherry from the chapstick you apply religiously. He wishes you would let him kiss you. When he leans a little too close he swears he can taste the syrup of your skin. You are the most refreshing stream—like that of the purest mountain glacier, and he wishes you would let him climb.

He could only imagine what it would be like to taste you.

After a decade of confidence, Sylus is sure of you. He understands almost every part of you. He has mapped you out and traced you like you are his most walked path. He knows you like he knows his own skin—the very back of his hand. Truly, if Sylus has learned anything, known anything, loved anything—it's you.

[subliminalwish]

A Blooming Predicament

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Sylus x Reader Summary: Imagine you're a humble flower shop employee, packing up for the night when an unexpected visitor walks through the door, a shock of white that's impossible to miss in the empty shop amid the rose and lilies. Outside, three men walk past to and fro, searching through windows. Looking for something. Someone. CW: reader is not MC, reader is female, mentions of blood & violence, may or may not be unfinished idk A/N: This is a result of me being left alone in an empty office floor surrounded by remnants of Valentine's Day bouquet samplers. Also, has anyone seen the new trailer?? Is everyone ok??

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You don’t usually get many customers this late.

The flower shop is small, tucked between a laundromat and a bookstore that never seems to have any customers. The warm glow from inside spills onto the quiet street, casting soft light against the pavement. Outside, the city hums with its usual late-evening rhythm – cars passing in the distance, the occasional chatter of pedestrians, the faint trill of a siren somewhere far away.

You’re in the middle of wrapping up for the night, tucking away stray stems and sweeping up loose petals when the door opens sharply. The chime above the entrance rings, too loud in the stillness.

The man who walks in doesn’t fit the usual clientele  –  no hesitant romantic fumbling over the right bouquet, no elderly woman looking for something bright for her windowsill, no hurried office worker grabbing a last-minute gift. Instead, he moves like someone who doesn’t expect to be here, like someone who’s made a mistake and walked into the wrong place.

His presence shifts the air immediately, drawing attention without trying. He’s tall, dressed in dark clothes, his black coat moving with him as he steps further inside. The contrast of his sharp features against the white of his hair makes him easy to notice. Even in a city like Linkon, where people know better than to stare, someone like him is impossible to ignore.

The long black coat he wears is left open, the dark fabric shifting as he moves deeper into the shop. He’s breathing heavier than normal, but it’s controlled, as if he’s forcing himself to slow down. He doesn’t look at you right away. His crimson eyes flick over the shelves of flowers, scanning, assessing. Not like a customer deciding between lilies or orchids, but like someone trained to notice the details of a room the second they enter. Like someone used to being hunted.

That’s when you notice the scent – something distinct beneath the smoky leathery notes and faint sweet spice of cologne.

Gunpowder. Blood.

Your fingers still against the counter.

You watch as your patron lingers around in the shop, pointedly avoiding the windows.

Outside, three men pass by. They walk slow, deliberate. Not aimless pedestrians, not curious window shoppers judging from the gleam of their concealed firearms when the coat of the men swishes open a little too wide.

One of them glances through the glass, his gaze sweeping over the rows of carefully arranged flowers before moving on. They don’t stop. Not yet.

It clicks into place.

The man in front of you is running from them.

Your heart thrums in your chest as you continue to count the seconds this man spends in the shop. If they come in here looking for him, there will be a mess. A violent, bloody mess that will get between the shelves of daisies and hydrangeas and cling to the petals like an unwanted stain.

The shelves and displays do little to conceal his height, offering only the illusion of cover. Despite his careful steps away from the windows, he’s still too visible – the men outside wouldn’t need much more than a passing glance to spot him through the glass.

You don’t have time to think.

He’s moving further inside, head tilted slightly as if listening for something beyond the walls. He doesn’t seem like he intends to stay long, a plan already forming behind those crimson eyes. You don’t let him make that choice.

“Looking for something?” Your voice is even, casual, as if you aren’t staring at someone who just came off a chase. “We have all kinds of arrangements for any occasion.”

He doesn’t answer at first, only casting you a glance. His eyes are sharp, too observant for someone pretending to be a regular customer. But he doesn’t ignore you.

You pick up a bouquet from the counter, shifting slightly to block the window’s view of him. “Here. I recommend this one.”

His expression remains unreadable. He doesn’t look at the bouquet.

You don’t have time for this.

“This smells amazing,” you say, raising it slightly toward him. Then, much quieter, you whisper, “Lean down.”

Just enough to disappear. Just enough to be swallowed by the flowers. Just enough to be unseen.

You take a step forward, biting the bullet.

A flicker of something passes through his gaze – is it curiosity, calculation, hesitation? You don’t have time to care. Up close, his gaze feels heavier. You don’t know what he sees in your expression, but he doesn’t walk away.

You hook a finger into the collar of his shirt and tug, just enough to urge him forward.

For a brief moment, his body resists, the tension beneath the fabric undeniable, but then he moves, obeys. His large frame dips lower, his breath warm as he lowers his face toward the flowers. He doesn’t break eye contact, doesn’t let you out of his sight. His scarlet eyes burn, seem to gaze into you.

You’ll never forget their shade of red for as long as you live.

Your finger brushes against his skin, and you fight for your life ignoring the way its heat makes your pulse stutter, ignore the way it makes something in your chest pull tight.

Outside, the men walk past again and you hold your breath. They walk past once more. And then… they move on.

Neither of you move immediately.

The realization is mutual. The danger is gone, for now. But your finger is still hooked in his collar, and his body is still too close, warm beneath the scent of gunpowder and leather.

His gaze lingers, unreadable, before a slow, amused smirk tugs at his lips.

It’s unfair, the effect it has.

You let go.

He straightens, rolling his shoulders slightly, as if shaking off whatever had just passed between you.

"Thank you," he says. His voice is low, gravelly, edged with something unreadable.

Before you can respond, his hand moves – quick, practiced, slipping something into the breast pocket of your uniform.

A feather. Black as ink, soft as silk.

"If you ever find yourself in need of assistance," he says, "call me."

And then, as quickly as he arrived, he’s gone.

The door swings shut, the chime rings again, and the scent of him lingers long after he disappears into the night.

A/N [18.02.2025]: Um, hello again. I was going over my drafts and noticed that I actually published a much earlier version of this chapter! It's only minor and I've corrected this now - I'm so sorry!

[umamaki]

THE SWEETHEART GRIP

one way soldiers kept their loved ones close during battle was by inserting a photo of them under a clear grip of either plexiglass or acrylic on their pistols. this is known as the sweetheart grip.

l&ds sylus x reader

me finding out about anything: how can i make this about love and deepspace... and yes i am american. yes i still don't respect anyone involved in or supporting the military leave me alone.

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So... Sylus definitely has a sweetheart grip of you. On all of his guns, actually. And you're not even aware of it.

They're all his favorite photos of you. Pictures of you on dates, selfies you've posted on social media, polaroids he's taken of you after sex.

He's insanely adept at weapons assembly so of coursee all his stuff is custom. Takes them apart, adds tributes of you, puts them back together.

You know he STAYS strapped. Always has a gun on him, always has a piece of you with him. As if your souls are not literally bound together. Whatever. He needs a physical reminder I guess. Can't go anywhere without some sort of keepsake. Keeps him sane.

Likes keeping his weapons clean; never lets your image get bloody, wet, scratched, foggy. Carries around a cloth to wipe away at any imperfections. Would never ruin your picture like that. Spends a modest chunk of his day making sure they're clean to his liking. It's so canon, have you seen this man during the in-game study and work feature even??!

Looks at your pretty picture all the time. Whips out his gun as if it’s his phone. Professional meetings, philanthropy galas, you name it. Intimidates everyone around him in doing so, thinking he's gonna shoot them—not that they would say that to his face—but no. He simply misses your cute face. Just wants a reminder of who's waiting at home for him.

Looks at your picture while he aims his gun at someone's head. Asks himself if this is what you would want. Shoots them anyways lol. Uses his palm to cover your photo as he pulls the trigger, careful to not taint your darling image with his enemy's blood.

You're bound to find out. He doesn't hide the fact from you, doesn't flaunt it either, so it's a while before you do end up finding your face staring back at you whilst looking through his armory.

"Sylus, what is this?" You ask, holding up the pistol so he can see.

"It's you, do you like it?"

"Well yes, I can see that it's me. Why is my face on your gun? And why am I naked in this one?"

"Technically your face is on all of my guns, sweetheart. That one's just my favorite." As if it's the most obvious fact in the world.

"... You did this yourself?"

"Absolutely. Do you not like it?"

"It's not that, but..." he waits, then the last thing he would expect you to say comes from your mouth, "...can you do this to my guns?"

He laughs, booming and robust, "why? You want my nudes on your guns? You must like me a lot, huh?"

It's enough for you to give him a slap on his bicep. "Fine. Nevermind. Don't know why I even asked."

He's still laughing as he pulls you into his body. He tickles your stomach, turning your pout into your own set of giggles, "I'm teasing, sweetheart. You can use as many nudes of me as you want. Shall we begin now?"

He jolts his hips up to your body, catching you off guard. He's noticeably hard now, tent in his pants evident. You get the hint.

“Why wait when we’re already here?”

“That’s the spirit, sweetheart.”

[ikchos]

feat. sylus (l&ds)

cw : smut, pornography.

sylus could do the funniest thing in the world... have his pretty little kitten sat on his lap, your feet propped up on his office chair's armrests while he recorded himself plunging upwards into your drooly cunt.

he could show everyone that even the hunter association's very own were powerless when it came to him—their prodigious hunter pressed flushed against his abdomen all while you gasped and whimpered cutely around two of sylus's fingers at how good he was making you feel. thick, flushed, pink cock stretching out your pretty cunny as you babbled about how amazing he was like a ditz.

all it would take was a few simple taps on his keyboard to send the raunchy video straight to the hunter's association... but he wouldn't do that. right? well, not without cropping out both of your faces... he wouldn't want you to get into any trouble.

[myntrose]

8:53 pm - domestic moments (bath time) w/ sylus

just thinking about being all domestic with sylus. specifically, him taking care of you.

it's late, and you've finally been able to retire for the night. you're body is all sore from running around town, fighting wanderers, working with the hunters association. even after a long day of fighting and work and even more fighting, you made you're way to the n109 to seek comfort in the Onychinus leader himself.

Sylus watches as you enter the living room, disheveled with what your day had thrown at you. he watches, no observes you. it takes no more than a second for him to pick up on your fatigue. he knew, of course, that today beat you up more than others. he had Mephisto to thank for that insight.

he sits up from his spot of the couch, moving towards you faster than your eyes allow it. one moment he's looming over you, the next you're being lifted up bridal style towards the bathroom.

"hey! no sudden movements, my head really hurts". you punch him, but both of you knew that there wasn't any intention of any real damage. Sylus really tried to, but he can't help but let out a laugh at your weak to escape his grasp.

it isn't long until you've both made it to the bathroom. he sets you down on the bathroom counter, while still holding you close.

"you've had a long day, haven't you sweetie? Why don't you just unwind and relax for me, hm?"

you peak at the bath that sylus had prepared. It's the most detailed setup you've seen- candles, rose petals floating in the water, bath salts and a crow shaped bath bomb resting on top of the bath tray.

"Sylus..." you try to find your words, but it's quickly halted. Sylus presses a kiss on your forehead, before stepping out and letting you undress and settling into the bath.

the lightly floral scent fills the bath, and your body quickly relaxes at the warmth of the water. oh, this is what you needed.

"Just relax and let me take care of you". Sylus reappears into the bathroom, with your favorite bath products in hand. He starts with running shampoo and conditioner through your hair. he moves to massage your neck, then back, all while pressing light kisses all over your body. you can hear him murmur small "you're perfect", "so hardworking", and an "I love you" ever here and there.

you sank deeper and deeper into his touch, allowing him your vulnerability. It wasn't until you stop feeling his touch that you open your eyes to face him.

"I'll give you some time alone, if you'd like. I know today has been hard". He barely moves before you grasp his hand, letting out a tired "stay".

and of course, Sylus does exactly that. After all, how could he deny the request of his love? He silently undresses himself, before joining you in his thankfully large bath.

you both settle in comfortable silence. While you know that you both will have loads of work tomorrow, you relish in the feeling of just being with each other now.

I want to cry I love sylus sm (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

@myntrose 2025 - do not copy or translate my work

[agneaul]

sylus x reader ♡ wc: 1.4k ♡ cw: mostly sfw, suggestive maybe, reader is kidnapped & tied up (not by sylus) gn reader, no gendered language ♡ minors dni

getting the hang of writing his character is fun ₍^. .^₎⟆

You weren't even in the N109 Zone to see Sylus. Some contacts needed checking up on; just a few hours, tops. If you were lucky, you'd be in and out right under his nose.

Luck, however, has not been on your side this evening.

It's more embarrassing than anything. Some low profile thugs got the upper hand, caught you off guard. "What have I told you about being vigilant in the N109 Zone?" You can already hear the lecture; your eyes even roll beneath the scratchy blindfold.

There's only two of them. They're sloppy; with your training you should have been able to fold them in seconds. From what you've been able to gather from their bumbling dialogue, they're just grunts working at the bottom of a long, ravenous food chain.

You focus on your breathing. Think. They're in and out of the room, you've heard the door open and close eight times now. There's a staircase - about 13 steps if you heard right. Your wrists are tied behind your back; the tips of your fingers tingle with the lack of circulation. If you can bend at the right angle, you can get at the pistol you keep in-

Clamoring from the other side of the door makes you jump. Indistinct yelling, the voices of your kidnappers overlap. One of them runs up the stairs, his footsteps shake the floor. He's right outside the door - he's panting - you can picture his hand on the knob. He shouts, it sounds like a surprised, hoarse bark. Then, the earsplitting sound of bone meeting a hard surface.

Your whole body tenses, straining to make out the story of what's happening on the other side of the door. Strangled, pained sounds. Two gun shuts shake the walls. In the darkness of your blindfold, your hearing is uncomfortably sharper; a gun clatters to the ground, you hear it skid against the wood floor. One of the grunts is cursing, then wheezing and choking, before you hear what can be described as wind howling or waves crashing. It's a sound that conjures a memory of a specific person.

All goes quiet.

A delusional part of you prays that your imagination is just overactive, especially in the pitch dark. A stupider part of you hopes it just Luke and Kieran.

The door creaks open, and a familiar aura floods the room. It's unmistakable. Heavy and chilling. Slow, deliberate steps that move forbiddingly closer, smoky cologne that lingers on your clothes and hair for an infuriatingly long time - Sylus.

Of course.

Ironically, you're more fearful of your savior than you were of your captors.

You can't decide if you're relieved or pissed that he's come to your aid. Having to see his smug face, listen to him mockingly scold you."Really, kitten?" he'd say. Your fists clench in their binds; you doubt you will be able to resist the urge to punch him. The more primitive part of you is terrified. Your palms go clammy, the hair on the back of your necks stands up.

The heavy footsteps come to a halt, right in front of you. Though you can't see, you still crane your neck up to 'look' at his face. This earns you a chuckle, at least. When he finally speaks, there's levity in his voice.

"My, my. You've certainly gotten yourself tangled up in some yarn, kitten."

You puff an irritated sigh from your nose, picturing dragon's smoke curling out of your nostrils intimidatingly. If only. You give your restraints another tug, squirm around a little dramatically as if to say, "ahem."

Sylus hums, low and rumbly like a brewing storm. "I have half a mind to keep you like this…" Your pulse quickens unpleasantly at the thought. You hope he can make out your furrowed brow through the blind fold. He clicks his tongue, drawls, "It would be an effective way to keep you out of trouble…"

Without warning, he hooks a finger under your blindfold and pulls it up. The light is low, but you still squint as your pupils dilate and adjust to the light. Bleary eyed, you blink hard a few times to bring the world back into focus. Sylus's broad frame looms above you, fuzzy at the edges.

He's the picture of nonchalance. Hand tucked into the pocket of black dress pants, smirk playing at his lips - as if he didn't just kill two men. Well, all in a days work for Onychinus's ruthless leader, right?

"There you are." His tone is nauseatingly fond, his smile gleams in the dim. Sylus has the courtesy to tuck your hair behind your ear. Charming. With your eyes now free, you shoot daggers at him. His own eyes crinkle affectionately. Long fingers linger along your jaw, tracing over the makeshift gag. "This suits you." He hums, laughs at your glare. Indignant, you buck your chin out of his hold. He acquiesces wordlessly and unties your gag. The spit soaked fabric now cold, you cringe at the feeling.

"How'd you find me?" Your own voice is hoarse, scratchy at the edges.

"Are those really the first words out of your mouth? Mind your manners, sweetie." Sylus leans back, crosses his arms over his chest. Not a speck of blood on him. He sighs, tilts his head and looks at you as if you really are a kitten that's found it's way into trouble. "This whole trip to rescue you was really out of the way, you've derailed my entire afternoon."

You bite your tongue, holding back whatever hissy reply you would have spat. You'd rather not test your luck. "My apologies." You try best to drain the venom from your tone. You level him with the sincerest look you can muster, neck craning to meet his red gaze. "Thank you, Sylus."

"You're-" You don't let him finish.

"It's just so convenient that you were able to find me so quickly…" You squint at him. Sylus only smirks, giving away nothing. You press on, "I have a feeling that someone may have sent a certain rusty bird to spy on me."

"Don't be so presumptuous, dear." He pinches your check (you're starting to think he's taking advantage of your inability to swat him away.) "Shouldn't Onychinus's leader be aware of all the comings and goings in the N109 Zone?" You get a few words of protest out before he interrupts you, "If you don't like the idea of Mephisto following you, then I could implant the same tracking software into you? It's small, unobtrusive. You'd barely notice it."

"Why do I feel like you're actually trying to sell me on this?" You say with a roll of your eyes.

"Oh? Is my pitch working?"

You change the subject; wriggle in your binds again. Sylus sighs, not unkindly. "Yes, yes. I climbed the tower and now I can rescue the princess." His voice rolls down your spine.

You hide your blush underneath your mouthyness. "Oh, shut up. It's not really me they're after, but the Aether core."

"Those idiots had no idea."

"Then…" you draw a blank "what use am I to them?"

"Your use is in your value-"

You cut Sylus off again, "But if they didn't know about my heart then-"

Sylus cuts you off this time, grasping your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Your value to me. Keep up, sweetie." You blink up at him.

Oh…could that really be it? You try to question him further, but he squishes your cheeks together. Firm, but gentle. Playful, even. He continues, still holding your face in a pout. "They used you to lure me out. Unluckily for them, however, they were grossly unprepared for what they'd be up against."

"Onychinus' leader is very strong."

"Flattery will get you no where." In a splits second decision, you snap your jaw to bite his finger. He's too quick, of course, your canines just graze him. "Neither will that." He chides.

"What will, then?"

With a wave of his wrist, Sylus frees your ankles. His evol grazes down your arms, untying your wrists. You rub at the sore flesh, flex your stiff hands. Sylus offers you his own. His hand is warm, achingly familiar. His fingers encircle your wrist. Swiftly, he pulls you to his chest, his arms wrap around you. His voice is close to your ear, "Tell me next time you're in town."

[jinwoosungs]

12/29/24; 09:45pm

sylus x fem.reader

a stuffy nose-

constant coughs that made it seem like you were hacking up a lung-

and the sensation of thorns gripping at your throat-

it was clear that you were suffering from what had to be the worst cold of your life. the congestion and the stuffiness in your nose made your head ache, rendering you unable to move from the comfort of your bed. with your body caught in the throes of constant aches and chills, it came as no surprise that you were unable to check your phone as well.

while you wallowed in your misery, your phone kept lighting up every few minutes or so with a text notification and a few missed calls. however, the constant pounding in your head rendered you unable to respond to such texts as the pain was too much for you.

time became an unknown concept to you, with you seeming to melt into bed as your consciousness kept drifting in and out. the only sounds you could hear were your constant coughs and labored breaths. throughout it all, you felt the sweat running down your brow, finally making you break free from your cocoon of blankets. as you emerged from your comforter, you became dimly aware of a series of caws coming from your window, weakly moving your head toward the sounds.

your breaths come out in heavy puffs of air, and you saw a familiar, mechanical crow watching your every movement.

mephisto?

uncertain if your eyes were playing tricks on you, you felt intrigued when a single feather was seen falling from your ceiling. even in your haze, you manage to capture the single black feather within the palm of your hand, only to feel the air shift as your hand was gripped by a certain onychinus leader.

“my sweet little dove is sick.” while you were left reeling from the sudden appearance of your boyfriend, you watch as his gaze burns with concern for you. “you should have reached out to me the moment you weren’t feeling well.”

you swallow thickly, only to wince when a series of coughs takes over, further causing your throat to burn. “s-sorry… felt really shitty and too w-weak.” your voice comes out hoarse and strained due to your cold, making sylus shake his head in response.

“it’s okay, just lay back and rest. you’ve got me to take care of you now.” he clicks his tongue, leaning forward to press a kiss against your damp forehead. “sleep some more, and i’ll be right back with some soup and medicine for you.”

warmth surrounds you, watching as sylus steps out of your room with mephisto flying toward him, landing on his broad shoulder while letting out a series of caws. an amused chuckle escapes from sylus as he gives the crow a series of gentle pats. “i know you’re worried about her, but we’ll nurse her back to health soon enough.”

despite how awful you felt, you couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your features, making you cling to your comforter as your heart began racing with anticipation. sylus had always taken care of you during the handful of times you had gotten sick before, and it was honestly the highlight of your life. just knowing that such a powerful man loved you so deeply was enough to fill your heart to the brim with joy-

and you knew that you could never take sylus’s love for granted-

for this man was willing to give you the world on a silver platter if you so much as asked.

a dreamy expression was painted on your face when sylus returns with a tray in hand, carrying what looked like a steaming bowl of soup with a bottle of medication and a tall glass of ice water. he settles himself next to you, holding the bowl filled with soup while setting the tray off to the side. silver spoon in hand, he scoops up some of the broth and blows on it before feeding it to you. the moment you taste the soup, you let out a happy moan and relish in the sensation of the warm liquid easing the ache within your throat. with a patience of a man who loved you deeply, sylus continues to hand feed you the rest of his soup, even taking his time to wipe away at the stray droplets of broth from the corner of your lips.

once you had finished eating, sylus gives you your medicine, gently coaxing you to take careful sips of your water as the pills went down. his loving smile causes a surge of warmth to blossom within your very veins, and when he stands, you immediately stop him by gripping at his wrist. his brow was lifted at you in question, but you simply gave him one of your signature pouts (the one that sylus could never resist.) “can you stay and cuddle with me? i think i need your cuddles to feel even better, sy.”

he rolls his eyes while feigning annoyance, yet gets into bed with you without hesitation. you let a series of victorious giggles, knowing you had sylus wrapped around your finger when he joins you beneath the covers while wrapping an arm around your waist.

“damn that pout.” he tells you with a grunt, “if you looked at me like that while telling me to burn the world for you- i would do so in a heartbeat, sweetie.”

your soft laughter continues to echo throughout the room as you hid your face within his chest, allowing the sound of his heartbeat to lull you into a peaceful slumber… helping you dream about him as you slowly began to heal-

always with sylus by your side.

end notes: my beloved needs to have more fluff written for him, so have this unedited fluff shot 😭🙌🏻

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!