love loveeee this vyn 2d model expression, it’s probably one of my top favorites he’s just so “his gaze softened” grahhh and the way his voice goes all gentle and soft and rlly sweet during moments when he usually has this expression the JP dub has a vice grip on me im NEVER leaving jp vyn
honorable mentions too: we have blushy vyn and eepy vyn!!!!! its js so sweet to see him become so much more open that we get to witness expressions like these my heart is filled with unbridled joy and enrichment (i wish depression wasnt kicking my ass so i can enjoy reading cards and playing the game again sighh)
Making Sylus and Zayne kiss after they get into an argument? It’s the only way you’ll talk to them and accept their apologies to each other as “sincere” lmfao 🤣
"I don't believe it."
They've been fighting for two weeks, yet somehow have come to an agreement an hour after you mentioned a sex ban? Yeah, no way you're buying this.
"It's true." Sylus smirks, the picture of truth. But Zayne won't quite meet your eyes. He hates lying to you. It's his best feature.
"Well if you've really made up...kiss."
Annoyance flickers on Zayne's face. The argument had rubbed him the wrong way, and it's clear Sylus still hasn't earned any physical affection just yet.
"I don't see the point of that. We've told you we made up, isn't that enough?" Zayne shifts uncomfortably, while Sylus's smirk only grows. He knows they've been caught red-handed. But he can't give up an opportunity to get on Zayne's nerves.
He pulls him into a kiss easily, one Zayne doesn't fight. They meld into each other, and you can see the tension slowly release from their bodies. If they hadn't made up before, they definitely had now.
When they pull away for air, two sets of eyes hazy with pleasure meet yours.
Like not only are you waking up to Sylus with bed head, morning voice, and bleary eyes. But you're waking up to him fully naked, with the lingering memories of all the physical activities you two had just partook in some odd hours prior...
The evidence is not only present on your bodies - through bruises, bites, scratches, and the occasional carefully placed hickey. But your environment carries the memories too.
Clothes still lying on the floor, decorative pillows still tossed hazardously to the bottom of the bed. Sheets still in a disarray except for where they're dragged over your bare bodies.
You find yourself staring at him, your head still resting on his outstretched arm, eyes lingering on the rise and fall of his bare chest. You want to bury your face in the crook of his neck, much like you had a few hours ago. You want to devour him just as you had last night...
summary: sylus has silk bed sheets and you find out the hard way that they aren't ideal for fucking...
content: smut, p in v, praise, use of kitten and sweetie, mention of alcohol, no condom, f!reader
wc: 971
a/n: hehe i had this idea from talking to @wetforsylus :3 thank you sena for talking with me about it AND bringing up the canopy hehehe
there were very few aspects of sylus’ life that weren’t luxurious.
his home had the highest quality furniture, all of his electronics were the latest models, some of which weren’t even available to the public yet, and even one outfit could fully pay for a group of student’s college tuition.
sylus had no problem with you wandering his home, but the one room you’d not yet conquered was his bedroom- specifically his bed.
the first challenge was it’s size: an alaskan king. crawling from one side of the bed to the other was like crawling through the desert towards a mirage of water.
the main challenge was his sheets: silk, because of course he had 100% silk sheets.
you’d never slept on silk sheets before and you hadn’t known about their slipperiness until you learned the hard way.
you learned the first night you slept with sylus at his place. he was lounging on his bed in a silk robe, glasses low on his nose as he read a book.
he looked too good and the expensive wine from dinner earlier was starting to hit you.
he just looked so… pounceable. so that’s exactly what you did. you pounced him …if you flip p around to a b to spell bounce.
you pounced the bed, bounced, and slid (thanks to the black silk sheets) from one end of the bed to the other and right off of the mattress onto the floor with a thud. silence stretched for 5, 10, and finally 15 seconds.
“well, that was quite the approach, sweetie. if you want a slip and slide, all you have to do is say the word, i’ll buy you one.” you can hear the smirk in sylus’ voice all the way from your position on the floor.
you growled in frustration and stood, pointing an accusatory finger down at his sheets. “i hate these.”
sylus looks at you and sets his book down. you see that you were correct in your assumption that he was smirking, the evidence stretched across his face. “they’re good for your skin and allergies, what’s not to like?”
“they’re slippery!” you climb onto the bed and crawl towards sylus, moving like a cat with tape on it’s paws.
sylus laughs at your approach. “is my kitten unused to silk?”
you growl and finally curl up against him. “shut up.”
weeks pass and you’ve still yet to master the art of stability on silk sheets.
especially not when sylus was fucking you from one end to the other across them.
he had you on your knees with your chest and face pressed to the cool silk, his cock forcing your body forward with every thrust.
choked moans were punched from your lungs as you tried and failed to grip the sheets, silk slipping through your fingers like sand. “sy- hah, lusss..!”
“stay stiiill, sweetie, there’s no need to run from me.” his voice comes out with a hing of teasing, hands gently kneading the plush of your hips.
“i’m trying! your stupid- hhmmph! sheets are the problem!!” you lose your grip entirely on the sheets in question and find yourself at the edge of the bed.
you yelp and push yourself up onto your hands, fumbling for anything to hold onto to keep you on the bed while sylus continues to bully your poor pussy.
your fingers brush against the ends of the sheer canopy he has draped over the top of his large, four poster bed. in your desperation, you grip it and pull, trying to use it as leverage to keep yourself on the bed.
unfortunately, the canopy wasn’t secured well enough to hold you or itself up. the fabric was yanked down from the top of the bed, cascading down on top of the two of you.
sylus’ hips stutter as he processes what happened before laughing loudly at the scene. he brushes his fingers over the sheer fabric covering his head, following it down to where it drapes across the naked planes of your body.
being under the fabric made the already dim room even dimmer, cloaking the two of you in shadows. sylus leaves the fabric where it is and begins moving again. “silly girl, you’re no better than a kitten ripping it’s owners curtains down, hm?”
you whine now that you have nothing to hold onto. “g’nna fall!!”
he gathers your wrists in one of his hands and pulls, lifting your upper body off of the bed and dangling it over the edge so the only thing on the mattress is your knees.
his hips slap against your ass quicker and quicker, his tip drooling deep in you on every stroke.
you clamp down against him, the fear of falling intensifying the feeling in your tummy. your shoulders ached from how he was holding your arms back, but the burn was welcomed.
your head dropped forward as noises that were more crying than moaning left your lips.
“mmmh, lift your head and sit pretty for me. you wouldn't want me to drop you, would you?” sylus drawled, his grip loosening on your wrists in threat.
you squeaked and snapped your head up, the sheer fabric blanketing your face. every time you inhaled, the fabric was sucked into your mouth and it blew out on every exhale.
“c-cum- cumming!” you whine out, head spinning from all the new positions and feelings sylus was putting you through.
sylus purred and gave a few final sloppy thrusts, grinding deep into your spasming pussy, praising you through both of your orgasms.
the aftercare was a blur. sylus was rubbing lotion on your back and massaging your shoulders and arms, taking care not to push too deep. “do you still hate my sheets?”
you growl into your pillow, voice muffled. “i’m going to burn them.”
functionally suicidal character saying “I would die for you” to their significant other and its like. I get the sentiment, honey, but if a hot dog vendor told me he’d sell hot dogs for me, I wouldn’t feel very moved now would I
Why Zayne would be the most likely to get you pregnant by accident: A thesis by Soul
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆Yes I’m taking this dead serious and you should too… I’m kidding I just think this is funny I wasn’t expecting this much of a reaction to the initial post so now here we are… enjoy my thoughts :)
He's very in tune with your body, including your cycle.
Maybe too in tune with it. He knows your cycle like the back of his hand, knows it like all the cardiology textbooks he memorized in grad school. Hell, he can tell where you are in your cycle simply by the way you smell, by the way you taste... you get my point.
Zayne knowing you this well is touching, honestly. But it's also his biggest kryptonite because god dammit he just can't resist you. Especially when he knows you're ovulating.
2. He prefers taking preventative measures rather than you taking preventative measures.
Zayne knows how harmful birth control can be to your body. The pill has a side effect pamphlet that could double as a queen size blanket. An IUD is a painful insertion process even if you get pain meds. They mess with your hormones, with your cycle, can cause more issues than benefits in his opinion. It's just not worth it.
While he is more than willing to get a vasectomy for you - something that is reversible for when the time comes that you do actually plan to try for children - you keep telling him that condoms are more than effective and it's not worth the recovery process at this point... ;)
3. Zayne is very easily persuaded by you in the heat of the moment.
If you didn't catch my drift from above... you are very convincing when asking Zayne to take the condom off and fuck you raw.
He won't do it before sex, no he won't do it before or during foreplay either. But let him slip inside, let him feel how soft and warm you are... or at least let him try because that oh-so-thin layer of latex his holding him back from so much... and then try asking... he'll slip it off in a heartbeat. Consequences be damned... he'll pull out... or at least try.
4. Zayne's diet and life style provide him with pretty healthy swimmers... even with his sweets intake.
Zayne eats good, works out, tries his hardest to get enough sleep. All because of you, all for you. He now treats his body with care, even though he can't resist those damn macaroons, his healthy habits tend to balance out his unstoppable sweet tooth. Making the overall quality of his sperm good, strong, and... well... eager.
5. Zayne has an incredibly high sex drive.
Listen... he's pretty insatiable. The more frequently you do it... the higher the risk... and I mean the second you convince him to take the condom off he is not slipping a new one on for the next round... rounds.
In conclusion, Zayne is the most careful among all the love interests. He is so precise with everything he does that it’s almost… bound to happen? Listen, fate has never been outwardly kind to this man so the irony would just be comical at this point. Not that he’d be upset!
Zayne would love to be a dad, so if it happened a little ahead of schedule? He’d welcome them with open arms.
Out of all moments you could utter those words, you truly didn’t think it would be right now.
You just couldn’t help yourself, not when he had you bent into the mattress like this. The brutal pace of his hips falter, eyes widening slightly as he stares down at you. The intensity of his aether core had you squirming.
“You what?”
He bottomed out, pressing the dull head of his weeping cock into the soft, velvety wall of your cervix. He has to swallow a groan, you’re fucking ovulating.
“I-I want a baby, Sy…” you feel your lips trembling as you speak, one hand shaking as it detaches from his shoulder to cup his flushed, sweaty cheek. “Don’t say things in the heat of the moment you don’t mean, kitten.” He presses a little harder, punishingly, as if testing your resolve.
You mewl, hips instinctively jerking up but he grips your hips harder to drag you back down. “M’not saying something I-I don’t mean, Sy.”
You’re gasping, clenching around his throbbing cock as he mercilessly keeps you pinned in place.
“You’re speaking from a place of clouded judgment.” He reasons, not hurt or turned off, just trying to rationalize your sudden confession. “Sylus, I’m being s-so serious…!”
Still, he looks down at you quizzically. It sets a fire in your stomach, anger bubbling through the pleasure as you draw your other hand from his shoulder to grab on to the other side of his face. It was nearly a slap, enough to startle him into blinking down at you as if he’d just realized what predicament you were both currently in.
“Why is it so hard for you to believe I’d want to have a baby with you? You’re my husband, Sylus.” You were so full of him, so pressed together it was truly impossible to tell where one started at the other ended. Those words seem to rattle something deep within his core, the crimson of his eye grew blinding for a moment. “Say that again.”
“You’re my husband, Sylus. I want to have your babies.”
The metal of your wedding band had long since adapted to the heat of his skin, resting smoothly against his beautifully flushed cheekbone.
“Give me a baby, Sylus. I want your baby so bad, I want to have a family with you. M’not just saying it because you’re making me feel so-so good…”
He’s twitching, every word is sending his body into overdrive and yet his mind can’t seem to catch up. He’s staring at you, mouth cutely agape, unable to make his hips restart their motion. “Sylus, please.”
You attempt to move for him, but his grip is still iron on your skin. He’s keeping you in place, breathing heavy as he tries so desperately to sort himself. “Sylus, if you give me a baby, I’ll finally do it. I’ll join Onychinus.” Your last ditch effort, before adding oh so softly “Unless… you don’t want to have babies with me. I understand…”
There it is, the actual slap back to reality.
No words can convey what he wants to say in that moment, but thankfully, his body finally obeys him. You’re smothered by his mouth, lips melding perfectly against your own and swallowing up any doubts that had begun to creep into your mind. His hips move with brutal force once more, pounding you so deeply the bed creaks.
“There is nothing…” he’s gasping into your open mouth, your jaw having gone slack from pleasure. “…I’d want more in this life…” he’s so close, and judging by the way you’re clamping down around him, so are you. “…than to have a family with you. Don’t you dare ever think otherwise.”
If you weren’t melting from the pleasure radiating in your lower half, you’d give him shit for giving you such major whiplash. Though, you couldn’t necessarily blame him, could you? You did kind of spring this on him mid-fuck…
“Sylus m’gonna…” your hands slide back, leaving his face to bury themselves in the damp strands of silvery hair. You tug hard, crushing his lips against yours once more. You don’t need his verbal encouragement, not when his hand is slipping between your bodies to start circling your clit.
Your orgasm ruins you, stars spotting your vision as you nearly tug a chunk of his hair clean from his scalp. You barely process the fact that he’s cumming with you, filling you just as you asked him to.
“Thank you, thank you…” you manage, a lazy, breathless smile on your face as you pull away from him. Sylus, however, is smirking down at your fucked out expression.
“Don’t thank me until we know it sticks…” thumbing the sweat from your temple, he mutter softly. “Maybe a couple more rounds? Now that I know what you’re looking for me to do, I have to make sure I’m thorough…”
I’m tryna find my writing style again and now that I’m not flagged (yes imma bring this up all the time because I’m still so excited that my appeal was finally approved after two months lol) I have the motivation to write again… hopefully this is an okay read!
Sylus tries to use his aether core while subtly stalking Zayne, only to get bombarded by such an insane craving for macarons that he can’t help but wonder how Zayne even gets through the day
I forgot I never explained the slight difference in Caleb calling you "colonel" in CN vs EN!
As a pretext, his colonel role in Chinese is called "执舰官 zhi jian guan", which translates to "ship commander" (I don't know why—I have near zero knowledge about the military in any language).
So like how it is in his birthday trailer, CN him calls you "小长官 xiao zhang guan" or "little commander/colonel". Adding "little" in front of a nickname makes it sound cuter, and it tends to be used by people who are older than you.
While the EN version makes it sound like you're on equal footing with him, the CN version highlights the fact that Caleb is the older one, the gege, and he's close enough to you to be able to tease you like that.
"Сайлус: Мефисто в последнее время приносит домой много разноцветных бумажных пакетов.
Сайлус: Я думаю, они из твоего дома, котенок.
Сайлус: Зачем ты копишь бумажные пакеты?
Сайлус ткнул тебя.
MC: Никакой особой причины. Я просто думаю, что они красивые.
MC: Ты так не думаешь?
Сайлус: Вовсе нет.
Сайлус: Похоже, я сделал неверное предположение о Мефисто. Я думал, он снова вернулся к своей привычке собирать бумагу.
Сайлус: Но оказывается, это ты любительница собирать бумагу.
MC: Это не мусор!
MC: Многие из них — бумажные пакеты от коллабораций, которые прекратили свое существование!
Сайлус: Значит, мусор из ограниченного тиража?
Сайлус: В таком случае Мефисто не будет возвращать их в ближайшее время.
Сайлус: У вас двоих такие похожие вкусы. Я уверен, что черт оценит твою коллекцию так же, как и ты
Сайлус: самодовольный ворон со звездочками
MC: Он такой же, как ты. Он хорош в разрушении вещей.
Сайлус: В каком-то смысле он учился у лучших.
Сайлус: Но у него есть природный талант затевать с тобой драки.
Сайлус: Я только что заказал для тебя десерты и молочный чай. Кроме того, бесплатные пакетики из коллабораций ограниченного выпуска.
Сайлус: Ты попытаешься помириться с ним сейчас? Ты сделаешь это ради меня, верно?"
Мне нравятся, как Сайлус и MC часто могут затевать разговоры о Мефисто или близнецах, что только подчеркивает взаимоотношения их маленькой семьи. Сайлус похож на мужа, наблюдающего за тем, как его жена вновь что-то придумала в своей кошачьей манере, пока он стоит спокойно, скрестив руки, и выслушивая ее, наклонившись к ней.
Забавно, как Сайлус всегда делает вид, будто он относится к подобным глупым мелочам без особого интереса, но он же сам тот, кто может обнимать плюшей или заказывать бумажные пакетики для MC, даже если минуту назад сказал, что не считает их красивыми. Их отношения излучают вайб спокойного и собранного мужа, играющего роль серьезного босса и милого попрыгунчика, который каждый раз привносит в их жизнь какие-то детские радости, заставляющие мужчину улыбаться. Уверена, рядом со стеной оружия хранятся эти милые пакетики и значок, подаренный Сайлусу на день рождения, что создает удивительный контраст в комнате.
Слова Сайлуса о том, что MC похожи с Мефисто навеивают мысли, где я размышляю, не был ли этот милый ворон создан по подобию возлюбленной мужчины, но с собственной волей? По сути, Сайлус создал существо, которое вобрало в себя черты MC, а затем Мефисто перенял и его собственные привычки, отчего теперь он похож на ребенка этих двоих. Может быть, именно поэтому Сайлус так трепетно относится к Мефисто, разговаривая с ним и прося MC не ругаться с ним.
Однако примечательно, что в другой версии диалога Сайлус говорит о том, что он встанет на сторону MC в их противостоянии. Похожая ситуация была и с разговором о саде, где на комментарий Люка Сайлус сделал ему замечание, когда тот упомянул о фотографиях MC. То есть даже если Сайлус хочет, чтобы они жили дружно, мужчина все равно выбирает MC в первую очередь, потому что даже если Мефисто и близнецы стали его семьей, MC была в его сердце раньше.
Сайлус всегда будет выбирать MC и принимать все ее увлечения, потому что она сделала это первой.
