#sylus the man that you ARE

[oceanlipgloss]

[BRAIN_MALFUNCTION_100%]

Also presenting:

THE VEIN™

[sefynarose]

he says after: choking us out, holding us captive for four days, starving us, forcing us to resonate until we pass out, fucking with us emotionally by making us shoot him in the chest and think we killed him, etc.

is this what our mothers meant by if he’s mean to you that means he likes you?

[xayspancakeee]

mhmm, a real danger to society.

(≖_≖ ) if dangerous, why so soft?

[snowballseal]

Tipsy Tricks

Sylus X Reader

Summary: You and Sylus agree to focus on work for a little bit, meaning you don't have time to see each other. That is...until you get a panicked call from the twins saying their boss is drunk and needs someone to cuddle with.

Word Count: 1836

Note: FLUFF - Sylus is drunk, but honestly, I feel like he can handle his alcohol well so he does a bit of acting. It's all just to get your attention and he's a little more clingy. Also, Luke and Kieran my beloveds.

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“Miss, we need your help!”

You blink at the sudden shout that comes through your phone the moment you answer it.

“Luke?”

“Please Miss! Boss is not acting himself!”

“Kieran? Wait- hold on, just-”

“Ah! We’re too late!”

“Please Miss, come save us!”

You blink again as the call ends just as abruptly.

What the-?

You stare at the now dark screen for a long moment, just trying to process what happened. It’s late, late enough that you’re already dressed in your pajamas and winding down in bed. The last thing you were expecting was to get such a panicked call from Luke and Kieran.

What were they even talking about? Why do they need saving? Is something wrong with Sylus?

The thought wedges into your chest like a thorn, sharp and uncomfortable. You hadn’t heard from the Onychinus leader - your lover - in a few days due to his busy schedule. Neither of you liked it, but you agreed it was best he just focus on work, and you’d do the same to keep yourself occupied.

Getting a call like this only makes your anxiety skyrocket.

You don’t even bother wasting the time to change, throwing a coat over your pajamas and snatching your keys as you hurdle out the door. 

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“Miss!!! Oh you’ve come to save us, thank you!”

Luke and Kieran throw the door open before your knuckles even touch it. You jump back, chest heaving from having run all the way from the transport station. They look just as frazzled, well, as frazzled as two men in masks can look. 

“What’s wrong? Is Sylus okay? Why are you guys freaking out?” You shoot out questions quickly, grabbing one of the twins by the shoulders. “You guys were infuriatingly cryptic over the phone! Seriously, who calls in the middle of the night like that?”

“We’re sorry,” Luke leans in, trying to rescue his brother from your vicious grip, “We just didn’t know what to do. Boss hardly ever gets like this!”

“He kept talking about you so we figured you could help us,” Kieran insists, ducking away with the help of his brother.

“Okay, but what’s wrong? Is he hurt?” You press for more details, concern only growing. “What happened to make him act weird?”

“He’s drunk.”

…

Your jaw shuts with an audible click, going tense as you stare at them incredulously. Seriously? All of this, all of the panic, the urgency, because Sylus got drunk? You take a deep, slow breath, trying to ease the immediate desire to knock their heads together.

“Let me get this straight. You’re telling me that you called me. In the middle of the night. After I had settled down for bed. Screaming bloody murder over the phone. Because Sylus had too much to drink?”

“...yes.”

“That’s right.”

You close your eyes. Another deep breath. Slowly, the panic that had washed over you recedes, leaving a sliver of irritation and amusement. You really should expect nothing less from them.

“Okay,” you sigh and prop your hands on your hips. The two seem to relax, like they had actually expected you to smack them. Which you might have, if they hadn’t sounded truly distressed earlier. “So why is this such a bad thing? Sylus is an adult, he can handle being a little drunk, but you two are acting like the world is ending. Why?”

“Well you see-”

“Boss gets incredibly physical when he’s drunk-”

“Not in a violent way-”

“Unless he’s around people he doesn’t like.”

“Right.”

You blink slowly at them, “...so?”

“It’s scary!” Kieran crows.

“It’s like having a kodiak bear trying to give you a hug!” Luke adds, curling his fingers in a gesture you’re sure is meant to mimic said bear.

“We love the boss, but we can’t handle him like this.”

“And he kept asking for you! So we called.”

Ah.

You take a moment to really process all of it. Sylus is drunk. Sylus is a touchy drunk…

It’s too good to pass up on

“Alright, boys,” you hum, an excited grin slowly spreading across your lips. You clap both of them gently on the shoulder. “I’ll take it from here. You can go hide wherever you usually do.”

“Thank you, Miss.”

“We knew calling you was the right decision. Please take care of our boss.”

“I’ll do my best.”

The twins skitter off as soon as you let them go, leaving you alone in the foyer. You quietly slip your coat off, hanging it up properly before making your way further into the base. Not knowing exactly where Sylus could be, you check all the obvious places. The bar. His bedroom. The kitchen. All of which are empty.

Finally you come to the den. Each step makes your heart race a little quicker, the thick silence putting you on edge. A drunk person shouldn’t be so hard to find. But as you step into the room, looking over every nook and cranny (despite how large the man in question is), you once again find it empty.

Where on earth could he be?

“My, my, a kitten’s wandered into my home.” You nearly jump out of your skin when an arm curls around your waist, drawing you back against a solid chest. The familiar warmth of his touch is like a balm to your nerves. You glance over your shoulder, gaze meeting a pair of sleepy vermillion eyes, their depths hazy and dark. “You broke our agreement, sweetie.”

You bite back a smile, “Maybe I wouldn’t have had to if a certain someone hadn’t gotten tipsy and scared the boys.”

Sylus huffs, his face dipping to nuzzle into the crook of your neck in an uncharacteristically soft show of affection. His breath is dizzyingly warm against your skin, his nose tracing featherlight along the column of your throat, like he’s breathing you in. It makes you feel dizzy. You clutch onto his arm to anchor yourself, breath hitching when his lips press tenderly against your racing pulse. 

“I’ve missed you.” 

The words are a mere whisper, the sound rumbling through his chest, so deep you can feel it with how his body leans into yours. You let out a shuddering breath, eyes flickering shut.

“I missed you too, Sy.”

So much. You didn’t want to admit to yourself just how much his absence had been wearing you down. Little by little until you could feel the gaping emptiness, like a stream carving a canyon. You were homesick. And it makes your heart flutter to know he felt the same.

“How about we sit, huh?” You suggest softly, and his arms tighten. Turning your head, despite the awkward angle, you press a reassuring kiss to his silvery locks, “I’m not going anywhere, love. I can’t support your weight much longer, though.”

Seemingly appeased, Sylus lets out an understanding hum. In a puff of black smoke, you find yourself settled on the couch, your back pressed into the soft leather with Sylus laying on top of you, his arms still curled around your waist, head resting on your chest. He nuzzles into you like a cat, letting out a long, drawn out sigh.

It’s adorable really. And jarring. While Sylus has never shied away from being affectionate, it’s always been in his rough, teasing way. This feels tender. Vulnerable. While you were originally planning to tease him to no end, you find yourself overwhelmed with a gentle kind of adoration for the man, your fingers softly fussing with his hair.

“You know, I think I like this side of you.”

“Hmmm, is that so?” Sylus mumbles sleepily, his eyes barely open as he gazes up at your face.

“Yah,” you breathe, tracing the relaxed line of his brow, fingers skimming down his cheek to brush the corner of his lips, “You’re acting so cute and docile. Maybe I should start calling you kitten.”

Even sleepy Sylus won’t let that stand. The second your fingers graze his lips, he nips at them, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you snatch them back, inhaling sharply. Heat curls in your chest, matching the heat burning behind his gaze as he flashes you that lazy yet dangerous smile.

“Don’t mistake my affection for passivity, sweetie,” he rumbles, pushing himself up just enough to graze his lips against yours, the smell of expensive alcohol and his rich cologne clouding your senses. “You should be more wary of a man when his restraints are loose. There’s no telling what he might do once you fall for his trap.”

Ah. You hold back a giggle, eyes narrowing up at him with mirth. So that’s what this was all about.

“Trap, huh? Is that what this was? Did you get tipsy and scare the twins on purpose so they’d call me?”

Sylus doesn’t look ashamed for even a second, offering a nonchalant shrug. The way his ears go red, though, tells you that you’ve hit the nail on the head.

“Aw, you did all that just cause you missed me?” Reaching up, you loop your arms around Sylus’ shoulders and draw him even closer. Your lips brush his as you murmur, “You could have just called, pretty bird.”

“And what fun would that be?” Sylus tilts his head, eyes flickering down to your lips. 

He wants to kiss you breathless, the sensation of your lips ghosting against his driving his already muddled thoughts wild. The way you look under him, hair a mess, dressed in such cute pajamas, is a perfectly tempting image, but it’s the fact that he can’t quite think straight that makes him hold back. While getting drunk was certainly a good way to get you here, it was not conducive to anything else he might want.

And simply having you by his side is enough.

You sigh as Sylus presses a sweet kiss to your lips. Unlike most of your kisses, this one isn’t about passion or hunger. Intense, yes, but intense in a way that feels like devotion. It’s reverent and slow, leaving a lingering hum under your skin as he draws away.

“Will you stay?”

Fondly, you rub your nose against his ever so slightly, “Of course.”

“Good.”

Sylus lowers himself back into you, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Your arms loop around him, fingers going back to his hair. The silence that envelops you is comforting, the only sound being that of your mingled breath. His warmth covers you so completely, you can’t help but relax, eyelids growing heavier with each second that ticks by. Sylus’ breathing steadily grows deeper, lulling you further and further into sleep. Until you slip under, your lips pressed to his temple as you fall asleep.

And that’s how Luke and Kieran find you the next morning. Cuddled up, with their boss curled around you protectively, like two lounging cats.

You wake up to a notification on your phone.

The picture immediately becomes your new background.

(And secretly, Sylus also makes it his, too.)

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Hope you enjoyed, my lovely fishies!!!

[dawnbreakerluna]

SYLUS who has loved you endlessly and forever. who never falters even in the face of death, as the only thing that ever stuck as his ultimate priority was ensuring your safety. who initially teases you about the mundane things you find joy in, only to memorize each and every detail. who quite literally puts everything on the line that dares to threaten your life or serve as an obstacle for your happiness. SYLUS—who has sworn to himself to give you the world at all costs—if it meant the cosmos had to burn, if it meant that gods would have to be betrayed and killed.

[priestessame]

♠.. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐫𝐧 (。々°）

.. minors dni ..

NSFW drabble, Fem AFAB reader. Warnings: Slow burn, dirty talk, pet-play? (≖ᴗ≖ ✿)

It is difficult to get him jealous, nearly impossible. Sylus is far too secure. It stems from his strong sense of self. He's built everything from the ground up, crawled himself out of hell to get where he is now. In every way and more, Sylus is the uncrowned king of the N109 zone. A man that's so self made is hard to thaw with insecurity.

Until ofcourse, you showed up.

Jealousy had always been something trivial for him, but around you it sneaked up so easily, it was alarming. Even the politest of smiles and the most innocent glances had him clenching his fists.

Most people would fidget under prying eyes, twiddling thumbs and shuffling when they feel people's gazes. But nothing had really bothered Sylus. He never felt the urge to act a certain way in the presence of others. unfortunately with you he felt hyper aware of everything. He would find himself slipping an arm around your waist, tugging you closer to whisper in your ear and pressing a ghost of a kiss against the nape of your neck. You were his, and the prying eyes had to know that.

That man is too proud to actually admit that he is jealous. He tries to play it off, his arrogant smile not faltering for a second. Disliking how he's letting his emotions get the better of him, so he just has to find other ways to channel those thoughts.

You would think he's have you kneeling immediately but Sylus' jealousy isn't harsh on you, its all pearls and silk. This time it started with a gift.

His gift stands to true to the way he usually addresses you. It's fancy, and frilly, with a golden bell seemingly sewn into it. Yup. The more you look at it, the more it looks like a fucking cat collar.

The collar is crafted from lace and it sits delicately against your skin. The bell jingles as he pulls you closer, tracing the lovely pattern with his fingers. The touch is so harmless but it still sends shivers down your spine.

"It suites you kitten." He hums. His fingers glide under your jaw, turning your face ever so lightly to press a kiss on the corner of your mouth. His scent crawls over you, grazing your skin as if its ghosting over your soul. He seems drained of his usual impatience, practically purring as he peeled each item of clothing leisurely. Lips barely touching your skin.

It pins you in the moment, forcing you to feel the ebbing need as each second passes by. Its torturous how he touches you then, featherlight kisses over your skin. He knows how to please you so well, but he's teases you too much. Fingers never pressing down hard enough, only glazing off your sensitive parts. By the times he's done, he only left the collar on you.

His fingers trailed down your stomach, "Maybe i should have gotten you kitty-ears and a tail too. What now? you're squeezing your pussy at just me saying that?" He says, his tone makes you squeeze your legs together, his cranberry eyes drink up your bare frame. The gaze itself felt smiting, the imprint of his cock straining his trousers painfully taunt. 

But every time you fingers reach to slide up his cock, he just peels your fingers away, clicking his tongue, "Don't make me pin you down with my evol, sweetie. You don't get to touch me today."  

It was just too much, it has you griding your raw cunt against his clothed bulge, as you plead him to fuck you. To let you cum on his fingers or mouth, but he wasn't giving you that privilege today. Within moments he has his evolve pressing your wrists into the bed as he drags his veiny cock along your folds, the swollen tip rubbing up against your clit in a pang of momentary pleasure before he drew back again. It builds your pleasure painfully close to your release, only to pull away entirely later. 

It makes you whine, buckling your hips back for more friction. Even had even traded his usual filth for overbearing praises, somehow sounding even dirtier than usual. When he finally gave in to you, he wants you finishing on his cock with your cute collar jingling with every stroke.

It is difficult to get him jealous, nearly impossible. But when he does, he finds his salvation in way you desperately beg for him, fisting his hair as he drags his tongue over your folds, in all the times the act is breathless and needy and in how hard your walls grip him as he fucks into you. As he sees you sprawled for him, juices dripping down on his silk sheets eyeing him with that overstimulated lovesick gaze, so fucked out but still begging him to fill you up again, his jealousy is finally satiated. 

Not to mention he'd love if you pick out a matching dog collar for him later, something with spikes that spells his name out in diamonds.

♠

[angelsrcute]

Imagine Yan!Sylus who keeps you at one of his abandoned villas. He spoils you rotten— though you don't seem to appreciate it, only giving him glares and not talking to him. It's alright, he likes a good fight, you'll surely learn to live with it one day. Oh, and he also likes your cute attempts at escaping him. Your face when you're caught makes it worth it! Did you really think it was so easy?

As for your punishments, he'd never hurt you, you're just so delicate, maybe a little scolding or a little spanking session. One thing he still hasn't told you is that you're dead to others, so no one will ever come to save you! Just be a little nicer to him and he'll show you how good he is, nicer than your little ‘friends’.

[lunarayx]

UM EXCUSE ME?!!?!?

[highdefhoetry]

no escape.

summary: sylus hunts you down.

cw: nsfw!! female reader, predator/prey, chase/capture, mild primal, tickling, biting, ass spanking & pussy spanking, getting fucked from behind, penetration (penis in vagina), unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare (hinted at end). this one gets kind of intense & has a little bit of cnc vibes, read at your own risk!

a/n: i hope you enjoy the second installment of my degenerate knismo series. if anyone needs me i will be passing away dfksjfjk

You dart through the dark hallways, darting in and out of the shadows as you search for another hiding spot while doing your best to suppress your rapid breaths. Your heart pounds against your ribcage, but you do your best to maintain a level head and still the panic jolting through your veins.

Another night. Another unfair game proposed by your sadistic host in the N109 zone. Sylus had promised to accompany you on an important mission if you succeeded in evading him, as long as he didn’t catch you before the time was up. 

It sounded simple enough. This mansion was huge, and you had gotten high scores in the stealth portion of the hunter’s exam. 

You thought it’d be a breeze. 

You thought wrong.

You couldn’t shake him, no matter how far you ran or how many hiding places you found. The dining room. The study. The washroom. The main entrance. He found you every time, chuckling in that low baritone while calling out to you in the dark.

“You’ve got to do better than that, kitten…” he’d say, his voice followed by the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps.

But time was almost up. If you could just hang on for a little longer…

You duck behind one of the sculptures in the hallway and glance at the watch on your wrist. 11:47. Thirteen more minutes, and you’d be victorious. 

A few minutes pass in silence. Still no Sylus. You start to get the feeling that something is wrong. He hasn’t made it easy this entire time you’ve been playing his game, so why did things suddenly get so quiet? Was he trying to usher you out, get you to lower your guard under a false pretense of safety? He was a big fan of tricks and mind games. This could be one of them.

You soon get your answer. 

Your eyes look back at your watch to check the time. Five more minutes. You were so close, you could taste victory on your tongue. You start thinking about how you’ll brag about besting him, but as soon as the thought comes to mind-

“...Boo.”

You let out a shriek and jump back, almost knocking over the sculpture in your attempt to escape from the disembodied voice that’d just whispered in your ear. It’s him. You can sense his foreboding presence even though you could barely see. 

A pair of deep crimson eyes begin to glow in the inky blackness of the room. You turn tail and run.

You’re past the point of logical reasoning. Your instincts have taken control of your body, and your instincts say run. Your legs move faster than your thoughts, stepping in tune with the rapid beating of your heart. 

But it’s not enough. He toys with you, chuckles into your ear as he closes in. You feel his body press against your back, sense his large hands wrapping themselves around your neck and waist before he finally takes hold of your frame. 

“Got you.”

His tone drips with arrogance. You can practically see the smirk creeping across his face. You’d be annoyed if you weren’t so focused on trying to break free of his grasp. He’s taken hold of your arms and pinned them behind your back, and now he’s forcing you to your knees. Soon, your face is pressed against the floor, and you’re barely able to wiggle. He’s straddling your thighs, admiring the view of your bum as its forced into the air.

“What a shame,” he leans down to gloat, his breath tickling your ear. “And to think, there were only a couple minutes left until you succeeded.”

“That’s not fai- aaaaahhh!”

His teeth sink into your neck, and your words turn to shrieks. It’s not enough to break skin, but feeling him drag them across the sensitive area is enough to make you squirm. With one hand still holding your arms tight, he uses his free hand to snake his fingers under the hem of your shirt where he can access your helpless waist. His nails claw at your ribs, forcing laughter from your lips. In your current position, there’s little room to even wiggle. 

“That’s right… keep struggling,” he croons,  lips brushing against the shell of your ear. He hikes up your skirt, gives your ass a firm smack, then yanks your panties down with enough force to rip them. He spanks your pussy, then rubs your swollen clit before testing your wetness.

“S… stop…” you manage to squeak out before he starts tickling your side again. You scream with laughter while he taunts you.

“Still not wet enough, that won’t do…”

You curse yourself for letting him discover your turn ons so easily. His expert hands dance across your skin, digging into sensitive areas seldom touched by others. They sneak under your arms, prod at your ribs, skitter over your stomach while you squeal, cry, and giggle. It’s too much, having him take advantage of you in this position. Every now and then he stops tickling to give you another spank. First your ass, then your pussy. You cry out each time, a mix between a moan and a gasp. 

After tickling your stomach for a minute or two, his fingers return to your pussy to feel for your wetness. You’re soaked now, enough to satisfy him. There’s a brief sound of shuffling you can hear behind you, followed by the sensation of something pressed against the opening of your hole. 

It’s wide. Even just the tip of his cock feels like too much. You part your lips in protest, but the words get stuck in your throat.

“Don’t worry, darling,” he finally lets go of your arms, only to wrap his hand around your neck. “I’ll make it fit.”

He pushes himself inside you, and your cries of pleasure echo through the empty hallway.

Sylus fucks you hard and deep. He starts off slow, shoving his cock as far as it will go before pulling out carefully, taking note of the pathetic noises coming out of your mouth. Then, when he senses you’ve warmed up to it, his strokes become faster, rougher. One hand presses down on the back of your neck, keeping your head in place. The other crawls up and down your side, forcing you to giggle in between moans and thrash around helplessly. That seems to make him harder; his dick pulses inside you with every movement you make to try and escape. Even with your arms free, you’re powerless to shake him off. The dual sensations of being fucked while getting tickled mercilessly have put you in overstimulation hell.

It continues like this for a while. Sylus has monster-like stamina. His hand never leaves your side, although it wanders to your hips and digs in the creases there, and burrows under your arm to torment the weak spot there despite your efforts to protect yourself. You’re unable to anticipate his movements, being stuck facedown while he’s fucking the living daylights out of you. And God, does it feel good, having his thick cock pushing itself into your tight walls…

Some time passes before you’re suddenly filled with a comforting warmth. He lets out a long, gravelly groan, gasping for air as his cock pulses. Your hole is filled with his cum; you feel it dripping when he pulls out and sets you free. You lay on the floor limp, too exhausted to move after the hours you’ve spent running and the intense fucking he just put you through. You hear a shuffling of clothes and a quick zipper, then feel a cold hand brush against your face. You keep your tired eyes closed until you feel yourself being lifted into the air.

Sylus carries you bridal style with slow, careful steps, holding you close to his chest like something precious and delicate. Your eyes flutter open and meet his gaze. There is a surprising amount of warmth and affection in his expression when he speaks to you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, glancing down at you with a soft smile. “I think my little prey has earned some pampering.”

[windser]

listen, i just know sylus is alllll about keeping things interesting in bed. he won't allow for a dull moment and is always noting when youre on the cusp of being insensitive to a certain zone or position. that's why he rarely has you the same way to often.

there is always a chance you'll hear i want to try something new.

and you find yourself agreeing with him, soon on your stomach, hands tethered to the headboard in front of you by his red bands of energy.

good, sweetie, just where I want you, he whispers from behind you, and you can feel him, but you can't see him or even twist your body in a way where you can get a glance of him.

he has completely overcome you, allowing you to do nothing but wait for him to start kissing you, trailing his fingertips down your body until you're whining and begging and pleading for him to touch you a little firmer in more than just one place.

be patient, he mumbles roughly in your ear, grazing his teeth down your spine, I'll fuck you soon, kitten. just wait.

[villainbait]

Unexpected Savior

Pairing: Sylus x MC / fem!reader Rating: PG-13 Tags: hurt, comfort, hurt/comfort, injury, implied violence, angst, canon sylus behavior Summary: An encounter in the no-hunt zone goes wrong and when all seems hopeless, your savior isn't the person you expected. Word Count: >500

A hand harshly covers your mouth and you're jerked against a body much larger than your own, their heat seeping into your back. The familiar voice makes you stiffen but you don't struggle after hearing his whispered warning into your ear.

"Quiet."

The horrifying, ethereal sound of an angry wanderer pierces the silence and you slump against Sylus; grateful that he’s here. It wasn’t who you expected to save you from the wanderers in this no-hunt zone, but Sylus’s presence was comforting in a way you could never fully explain. You had been running from the wanderer that claimed this no-hunt zone as its own, its metaflux fluctuations far stronger than anticipated and that had made you careless. 

Once he’s certain the danger has passed, he lets you go and you sink back down into your hiding spot. He unpacks the supplies he brought and helps patch you up best he can. 

“At least now you can’t run from me for a while,” Sylus teases as he wraps your ankle and you glare. You try to kick him with your injured foot, but he rubs his thumb along the soft arch of your foot and it leaves you gasping instead. 

You ignore him. “I can still fight.” 

“I know you can sweetie, but did you stop to think about whether you should?” A frown accompanied his words and you realized Sylus was actually angry with you. It tempered your own frustration and you stopped fighting him. 

It was hard to argue anyway when you had lost this much blood. “I don’t want to leave you alone to fight them.” 

“Are you actually worried about me?” He sounds surprised, but his expression is inscrutable. 

“Only because if you die here, I do too.” You huffed and he laughed, shucking your chin with your fingers before standing. His gaze lingers on your face until you’re forced to look away, your heart aching uncomfortably from the way he looks at you. It makes you think of all the things still left unsaid and unanswered between the two of you and how you almost died today if Sylus had not come for you.

“It’s adorable how you think anything other than you could hurt me,” he murmurs with far too much confidence. He glances back, making sure you’re as safe as you can be with Mephisto perched on your shoulder. “Stay here. It won’t take long.” 

The dense fog seems to welcome him as he disappears into it and your protests are lost to the wind. You slump against the smooth rock with a sigh and do your best not to focus on the pain from your injuries, your gaze trained on the spot where Sylus had disappeared. You couldn’t hear anything except the soft mechanical whirl of Mephisto on your shoulder and the rhythmic pounding of your heart in your ears. 

…Sylus would come back, wouldn’t he?

[starmocha]

THE DELUSIONS ARE WORKING HARD WITH THIS ONE

[fuyuu-chan]

Few Bits of Your Life with Sylus <3

Warning: OOC (this was made pre-release of Sylus) not proofread either

Genre: Fluff

Fuyuu-chan: so i have many fic ideas about sylus, look forward to it lmao, but this is the first thing i finished even though this was not my first idea about him but anyway 乁⁠[⁠ᓀ⁠˵⁠▾⁠˵⁠ᓂ⁠]⁠ㄏ enjoy! ✨

✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

(⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

with sylus, yeah you can explore and try new hobbies or try to learn something you suddenly took interest in.

for example, cooking. this man cooks delicious. one night you were watching him cook intently and sensing you watching him. "Why are you looking like that?" "I have the urge to suddenly learn how to cook"

"And you just though about that now?" he raised an eyebrow before looking back at his cooking. "You could've thought about it before, like how did you even survive with just take outs and going to restaurants?" he says.

"Okay that's rude, at least i still ate, and restaurants serve good food" you says as you playfully roll your eyes. "not good as mine and its unhealthy" he states. "But if you actually want to learn then i'll teach you" he continued as he looks back at you after turning off the stove.

after that conversation a few days passed before he get to thought you about cooking since you two got busy about missions. he did let you pick what kind of dish you wanted to learn, he was taken aback when you said you want to learn his favorite food, he thought you wanted to learn first about your favorite, but he was happy nonetheless. the kitchen did get a bit messy but in the end you did it (mostly him tho). 

after a few more tries in other days, he finally let you do it in your own and surprisingly you did finish and actually made a decent and edible food.

the taste, its alright, need some improvement  but he was proud that you're able to do it in your own so you can make a dish and not just fried foods or take outs whenever you're by yourself due to him being away. after that he get to teach you how to cook other meals like your favorite and other more.

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singing, oh my...sylus voice already sounds good but while singing. heaven bro. heaven. i tell you.

you love hearing his singing, and whenever he hums. you always request to him to sing or hum something before sleeping, it helps you sleep faster. to be honest he feels a bit embarrassed and shy to do it (he's stubborn about it too) the first time you requested about it but he got used to it now, and he is happy to fulfill that. he would spoon you while he plays with your hair and sing you a song (mostly your favorite songs) and once you fell asleep. gurl i tell you, you always have sweetest of dreams ever and a good night rest even have a tiny smile while sleeping in which he finds adorable <3. cant change my mind

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let me tell you something. this man sylus is fashionable. i can feel it. like he knows what styles suits him. and he's there to slay.

like imagine being a fashion couple. IMAGINE. and you noticed how he also wear accessories in his clothes, like some chains in his pants with his belt and all. that's why you convinced him to wear jewelries, matching ones to be exact, i mean you have to take advantage of the situation, like if he is gonna wear jewelries at least match with him. (one of the reasons he starts and styling his outfits with jewelries) ALSO MATCHING OUTFITS. it could be colors, designs or style!!

so yeah, shopping it is. you bought matching rings, necklace and earrings. IMAGINE WHAT HE WOULD LOOK LIKE AAAAHHHHHH

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okay. so sylus is a boxer right? he would definitely teach you moves. to further increase your knowledge in self defense. i mean yes you know how to defend yourself and all but there's no harm learning more. so yeah he would become your personal trainer. how cool is that more time spent with him. and you two would also workout together regularly. (and to have a chance to admire his muscles too LMAO okay IM SO DOWN BAD BYEE)

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LATE NIGHT DRIVES.

you and sylus always meets at a parking space where you two can hangout freely with no people, since at night theres usually no cars here nor people, its just you two, and the air feels good too. you two hangout/meet there after missions.

now is one of those days. you two are the only ones there at the parking lot as usual, just talking to each other about the missions you two just finished or how it is going.

you two would mostly spend time chatting for an hour or two but after, you two would drive together, using your own motorbikes, going around city having the time of your life. and he would either be beside you driving or behind you to watch over you and make sure you're alright. i mean its dangerous driving in the dark, even though you're used to it its better to make sure. better safe than sorry.

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i would like to believe that this man would be so neat and tidy person. like he cleans the house, its literally sparkling when he cleans, he is also organize in his things. like when he also arranges furnitures (i can feel he does that too) and when one time you ask where your thing is that you put in the coffee table, he would be like "oh i put it in the bedside table in the bedroom"

the next time that he cleans tho or arranges things he would inform you or put it somewhere you would easily notice so you wont have a hard time. he is considerate and mindful after what happened.

so having this man in the house, is amazing. you're not the only one who will clean cause he will help you no matter what (actually he would have volunteered to be the only one who cleans but since you always insist). i think he would also be more of the type of person who tends to be more neat compared to the two of you.

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one more thing, peaceful reading with sylus. he's a reader himself. he loves reading, and definitely treasures that time with you.

would visit different libraries and bookstores. you two literally collects lots of books and even have a library of your own in your house.

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[poohbea]

↳ SYLUS | LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

credit: Tellanyz (from X/twt)

[dawnbreakerluna]

i feel we are not talking about this moment in the story enough.

[gojosunlimitedvoid]

Mutual use. 😏🤭

This man is not real! I keep telling myself that.

BUT

if he was...

THE THINGS I WOULD LET HIM DO TO ME! 😭

I'm going to hell anyway.