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Sylus girlie -> mostly Sylus content.
she/they | 20+ | NSFW
This masterlist will only include my little ficlets. Any reblogs where I word vomit don't count.
I'll do my best to keep this updated, but I really do just use this blog to put my ideas in a place and sometimes they escape the drafts.
This is a NSFW blog. MDNI.
Mostly fluff 'n smut
I'm pretty much Sylus exclusive. I'm sorry other girlies :(
Dragons and Fairies (SFW for now)
Fairy!Reader x Dragon!Sylus
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (Coming Soon)
King's Maid (NSFW)
Maid!Reader x King!Sylus
Eventual MC x Caleb on the side
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 |
Dragon Royalty (NSFW)
Queen!Reader x King!Dragon!Sylus
Dragon Royalty
Modern Life of Dating a Dragon (NSFW)
Reader x Dragon!Sylus
Reader is MC
Ovulation Time | Sylus' Birthday | Sylus Rutting
Ancient Tastes (NSFW)
Vampire!Reader x Dragon!Sylus
You're Addicted
You and Him (Misc)
Getting Pretty (Suggestive)
The Small Things (SFW)
Trust and Bondage (NSFW | BDSM themes)
Insatiable (NSFW | Pregnant Reader)
Grief (SFW)
The Honeypot (Suggestive)
Sleeping Habits (SFW)
Shared Bliss (NSFW)
I don’t have an explanation for any of this. Nothing good is happening here.
Warning Dead Dove Do Not Eat: pseudo!incest (mostly one sided. It’s ambiguous for mc), caleb x mc AND Sylus x mc, hint of SylusxCaleb and SylusxMCxCaleb, manipulation, mind breaking, VERY mean to Caleb, mc is pregnant, ambiguous ending. No explicit sexual content.
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Caleb didn’t listen when you said no to his advances.
He thought your infatuation with the infamous Onychinus leader, Sylus, was your punishment for him making you think he was dead.
That’s okay, Caleb would have his sweet little meimei back eventually. In this case, collaborating with EVER as the Colonel was fast tracking how to get Sylus out of your life. Permanently.
The guy was a monster. Case report after case report of failed attempts. Poisoning didn’t work. Bullets were a joke. Physical crushing wasn’t even an option. His evol made all these things trivial. His information network eliminated any potential surprise attacks. Getting a foothold in the N109 Zone was impossible as well. Any attempt lasts only a short while before Onychinus sniffs them out.
How do you kill the unkillable?
Caleb was having a rare stroll through Skyhaven’s open shopping center after the fleet was delayed by some repairs. He thought the carefully crafted artificial environment would do something to clear his mind. Of course his fingers had itched to call you. See you. Hear you. Anything. But you were supposed to be working right now and he did try to not distract you from that when your job was killing Wanderers that could hurt you. It’d kill him if his own selfishness put you in needless danger.
That’s when he thought maybe he really was going insane when he heard your laughter. The soft sound sinking into his bones and easing a tension in his muscles like some Pavlovian response. His head snapped in the general direction and it was a conscious effort to not sprint when he was the sunlight bouncing off the color of your hair.
He could feel his heart leaping to his throat as your back face him. God you were beautiful. You were everything to him. That’s why when two same-sized figures bracketed you between them while pointing to something you held made his blood boil.
He could hear their voices intermingle with yours, all of you laughing at something that he wasn’t part of.
His feet were moving before he processed it.
In an instant the air shifted as the two figures beside you went silent and he could see the way they tensed up as if ready to fight or run.
“Pips.” Caleb called out. You hardly visited Skyhaven anymore after he… you’ve just been busy.
You whirled around, some kind of bird in your hands covered in audacious clothing that would better fit a little doll or a baby. All the fear in his stomach disappeared when he watched your face bloom into a sweet smile.
“Caleb!” You released your bird-thing and it was a shock when the thing squawked and flew into the air much to your mischievous giggles.
Caleb shouldn’t have been so worried that you’d still be upset with him. He’s your gege. You always forgave him easily, even if he didn’t deserve it. He should really stop taking advantage of that.
You rushed into his arms when he opened them for you and Caleb did his absolute best to not let his mind wander about how good you felt pressing up against him like this. His whole life has been spent aching for you, yet it’s never gotten easier to ignore the desire burning him inside and out.
Still, he ruffled your hair in a way he knew you hated and just like always you whined and slapped his hand away with a pretty pout pulling at your soft lips.
“Pips…?” One of the guys muttered behind you. They both wore hoodies, said hoods up, with dark sunglasses and medical face masks. Their identities were impossible to tell, which was probably the intention. The dressed up bird landed on the other one that didn’t speak.
He already hated them, because their noise made you pull away from him. You scoffed, turning back towards the pair with a cross to your arms.
“His stupid nickname for me.” You huff.
“Hey- it’s not my fault. You’ll always be small to me, pipsqueak. I’m just calling it like it is.” The words flow naturally to him after years of you complaining about it, but ‘Pips’ notably made you more bashful than exasperated. Special in a way the two of you would only understand.
“Ohhh so we should definitely-“ the one with the bird started and you cut him off with a jabbing finger.
“Absolutely not. First off I’m older than you, so you both should treat me with respect. Secondly, he’s gege so he can get away with it.” You certainly sounded serious, but the two boys only split into laughter like strange mirrors. Caleb was too caught up in your reference to him. Still calling him gege. It did awful things to his composure.
“Don’t worry.” One finally sighs.
“We wouldn’t want to make boss-man mad.”
“But also we super respect you and stuff.”
“Caw!!”
It dawned on Caleb then. These two boys were Onychinus. Were you not even allowed to roam on your own? Were you trapped? You must have know he’d be around and that’s why you were loud enough to catch his attention.
“Pips, you look tired. Do you want to go home to take a minute…” Caleb settled his hand on the small of your back, leaning over you like a protective cloak. “I can make you your favorite snacks. You look like you’re hungry.”
He loved the way your cheeks went pink. It always made you shy when he wanted to spoil you. It was so adorable it made his want to eat you up.
“Ah- no. I’m okay! We were just in the area looking at-“ your eyes settled on the bird. “New outfits for Mephie.”
The indignant caw of the crow and a flutter of feathers said just how much he appreciated your designer touch.
“We realized none of us really got a chance to see Skyhaven outside of business related stuff too so-“
“You always can visit, Pips.” Caleb really tried not to sound too desperate, but the sad smile you got told him he failed.
“I know. We’re all just busy. I thought you would already be back with the Fleet today or I promise I would’ve said something.”
That’s right- you have each other’s schedules. It made the jealousy and bitterness dull somewhat.
“Unexpected repairs on a ship.” Caleb supplied with a shrug. “Since you are here though, come on. Lets go check out some nice spots here.”
Caleb was quick to take your hand, reveling in how it still fit perfectly in his palm. He could handle two interlopers following the two of you around if it meant having this unexpected moment become a date of sorts.
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The twins, Caleb learned, were named Luke and Kieran. They were quite a bit younger than both you and himself, but what became clear was that he knew their names from another source. EVER. They were a batch of kids meant to be eliminated and managed to get free in the N109 Zone. The shocker was that everything suggests they should be dead by now. They had been showing that crystallization growth, but both of them seemed perfectly healthy.
Caleb wanted to feel a kinship with them. They were used and abused just like himself. Just like you. He didn’t have the capacity for it though. He could only focus his care to you. You carried every piece of who he is that the implant tries to rip away from him like it does everything else.
There’s an unspoken energy to the four of you. You all know the truth of things. Of what Caleb is- what he became in the name of protecting you. He knew what the twins were and who they worked for. Then there was you, caught in the middle.
All things considered though, the day was quite enjoyable besides the fact. An easy rhythm of surface level amicability. The twins were chaotic and lively and in another life Caleb might’ve found himself wanting their friendship. You were positively glowing. You wore some baggier clothing today, admitting to Caleb you gained some weight, but between himself and the twins, you were back to oozing confidence and wearing a pretty new outfit that showed off your legs and cleavage that made his mouth water.
The only sour note was the black card you’d pull out to pay for things. Of the name printed on that black card. The colors you picked, even, were silent declarations of who funded this excursion.
Caleb tried not to dwell on it, but the day was starting to come to an end. The sky tinted in oranges and purples and restaurants with open kitchens had delicious scents drifting into the air. Walking by one, he nearly made the suggestion to eat when he saw your face.
You’d gone pale, a sheen of sweat on your forehead. He couldn’t act fast enough; the twins were faster. They dragged you away from the restaurants to someplace more removed from foot traffic and hidden. They hovered as you hunched over and vomited. Even the crow, Mephisto, perched nearby with a hanky in his beak.
Caleb drowned in self-loathing as they all effectively overtook his caretaker role right out from under him.
“I’m okay.” You gasped after several minutes of dry heaving. “That place’s smell just really made me nauseous for some reason.”
You tried to wave the twins off, but they were stubborn.
“We should probably head back.” Kieran offered.
“I already have a car on its way.” Luke added.
When had you become so out of his reach was what Caleb couldn’t figure out. He was so stuck in his own mind that he barely registered someone even bigger than himself passing by him. The twins recognized their boss immediately though and backed off as Sylus took the little hanky from Mephisto and kneeled at your side.
A gentle hand gripped your jaw to tilt your face towards him. Your heart melted when Sylus carefully cleaned up your face and wiped your tears. The nausea promised his work would be wasted though.
“I’m probably gonna barf again…” you mumbled to him and he only cocked his head with a brow raised.
“And? I’ll still clean you up all the same. As often as you need.” Sylus murmured, brushing some hair from your sweaty forehead.
Something had been nagging at Caleb as he watched this sickening display. Everything was too coincidental. His heart felt like it was being torn from his chest and even that desperate clinging to everything about you was breaking apart. The words between Sylus and the twins and you weren’t even reaching anymore.
It only registered that you were growing distant from him as the twins and your figure became smaller blobs in his peripherals and the panic that gripped him was so sudden and violent he couldn’t even get his feet under him to move fast enough, stumbling over himself in blinding desperation.
“Wait-“ his voice cracked.
That’s when a strong hand was gripping his outstretched wrist and Caleb felt first hand the touch of an evol that could destroy him at an atomic level. Part of him wished it would.
The world around them shifted until there was nothing but darkness. Caleb was alone with Sylus in someplace unknown.
“You gonna kill me…?” Caleb croaked. Suddenly all he fought for- his desperation to keep you safe- it all seemed so pointless. He needed you, but you no longer needed him.
“That’d be letting you off too easy.” Sylus said plainly. “Dying is easy. Living with the consequences of your life… there’s no better cruelty.”
Caleb could feel the disdain radiating off the Onychinus leader. He could recognize it because it mirrored what he felt for himself too.
“Then what are you doing.”
Sylus took a moment to pinch his brow, as if internally debating himself. With a quiet scoff, he crossed his arms.
“What I’m doing is I’m going to offer you an out. Freedom from the Fleet. EVER. That little chip messing with your biological circuitry.”
Caleb couldn’t hold in the mocking laughter of disbelief. He dragged his hand down his face. His real one. The sensation was grounding as these offerings all seemed like impossibilities.
“And why… would the leader of Onychinus do that?”
Sylus cocked his head, hands shoving into expensive pants pockets.
“Why indeed.” He murmured, then shrugged.
“She’s pregnant.” Despite how Sylus tried to remain impassive, he couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at his lips. The warmth that blossomed inside him and softened his hard edges.
For Caleb, it was enough to suck the air from his lungs. His mind reeling.
“Pregnant…?” He whispered. The reframing of their whole day now with that knowledge made him sick. She was supposed to be-
“Despite all you’ve done, you still hold a space in that big heart of hers.” Sylus continued as if Caleb wasn’t seeing his whole point of living well and truly being ripped away from him.
“To her… you’re the only family she has left in this life, and she desires you to be… involved.” Sylus stalked around Caleb, the right eye glowing in a way that made Caleb’s head ache.
“Your own greed is why you’ve lasted as long as you have against EVER. An effort worthy of praise. I doubt anyone else could manage what you have.”
Something about the way Sylus spoke made Caleb shiver. A true demon baring his sins right before his eyes without the dressing of more noble intentions.
“Her desire for your freedom is why I offer you an out.” Sylus softened in his voice, his body making Caleb of all people feel small when he stood behind the colonel. “I’ll give her anything she desires. Even her deranged gege that wants her in a way he shouldn’t.”
Caleb felt shame creep up his neck and burn his cheeks. Something about this whole thing felt dirty. He squirmed under the weight of his own desires, feeling it drawn out of him in a way he couldn’t control.
“Yes.” He gasped. “It’s wrong. I shouldn’t- I can’t help it.” He finally breaks down in a whine. “She’s everything to me. I’ll do anything for her. I’ll be whoever she wants me to be. I just need her.”
Sylus let out a dark chuckle, a hand on Caleb’s shoulder pressing the colonel into a seat his evol pulled over.
“That’s right. You need her like you need to breathe, right? It’s understandable. That’s why you’re going to take my offer, aren’t you? You wouldn’t want to disappoint your sweet little meimei anymore than you already have.”
Caleb wanted to scream and cry. He wanted to touch himself and bask in your attention even if it was your disgust. He wanted to be with you even if-
“My my… you are a freak.” Sylus murmured in his ear. “So desperate you’d take even glimpsing how I treat her in bed for your own sick pleasure.”
“Yes.” Caleb whimpered, unable to deny it even if he wanted. It was a compulsion when Sylus was in front of him. When he stared into that glowing eye.
“I’ll give you your freedom, colonel.” Sylus promised, a rather gentle hand grabbing Caleb’s jaw. A thumb rubbed against his bottom lip that Caleb’s tongue reflexively chased.
“And you’re going to be a perfect older brother for her. That’s your role. Your existence. You get pleasure from seeing her happy, don’t you?”
“I do.” Caleb nodded even with Sylus gripping his jaw like he was.
“Good.” Sylus purred. “Then that’s what you get long term besides your freedom. You’ll get to see her happy everyday. She’ll want for nothing.”
That sounded… wonderful. Caleb couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than that. He was nodding before he realized it.
“If you do anything to hurt her. Anything to put her at risk. I’ll paint the wall with your brains.” Sylus promised.
“Good.” was all Caleb had to say about the matter.
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Sylus gave you your Caleb back. When he told you how he got Caleb from EVER and had the best neurosurgeons getting that stupid chip out of his head you couldn’t stop crying. You knew things were messy… but he still did it.
Caleb was getting the best care because you really were the only one in this world that loved him like you did. You didn’t blame Sylus for his personal dislike either. How could you when Sylus could put it aside to help just because it was important to you?
“He has valuable experience and skills.” Sylus had said at one point. “Im hoping to get something out of this on top of doing it for you.”
That had only made you tease him more, happily boasting about how cool Caleb was. Sylus did also caution you that recovery could change Caleb in ways you, or anyone for that matter, couldn’t predict.
Yet Caleb was back in your life and he was doing his best in his recovery. Caleb promised he was happy with how things are, getting to just be Caleb again. It was all you could want for as the life growing in your belly promised a future you never thought you’d get to have. A real family. It was a strange one, but it was yours.
Everything to do with you places among the most precious of his possessions and memories regardless of triviality.
He knows you. He knows your mannerisms. Your moods. He knows every button to push to make you flush with annoyance or from shy bashfulness, but of all the ways he knows you there’s some things so rare that he wonders if it exists at all.
When he finds you in the base’s gym, form absolutely atrocious, hair wild, and labored panting, all while throwing haphazard punches into the punching bag, that greedy beast inside of him grows ravenous.
You’re mad. No- you’re more than mad. You’re seething. He can feel it permeate the air, bordering on hatred. Oh if only he could capture this moment in a bottle.
You told him once that you never knew what to do with anger. It usually came out as tears of frustration or you’d think your way out of the emotion. To you, being angry was just something you didn’t do. You didn’t like it, finding it uncomfortable when faced with your own perception of yourself.
Sylus would always challenge that if it came up. To him, it was just as natural as everything else and nothing to be ashamed of. Just as he nurtured your greed and desire, he’d go out of his way to stoke whatever embers he could find of that deep rage he knows you have.
To see you now, expelling that strangled emotion with every brief yell and accompanying messy punch, he could see the tears even before the next sob wracked your body.
He was upset because you were, of course. He was already thinking of how to handle whoever put you in this state depending on whatever constraints you may insist on. Someone hurt you deeply for you to be like this, and he wasn’t about to just let that go.
Sylus pushed up from his lean on the doorway to walk into your field of vision. Poor thing. You were shaking like a leaf, so unused to the emotions you were feeling mixed with physical fatigue.
“Is this working for you? Just nod or shake your head.”
You shook your head, teeth gritting while struggling under the weight of your own feelings.
“Would you like me to put you in a squeeze?”
Another wave of fat tears burned your eyes while nodding, rushing into his arms when he spread them. His large body easily encased you, his strength able to put you in a squeezing hug that made your breaths shallow. For your overwhelmed state though, it was a near instant balm to the feeling you were going to crawl out of your own skin. Enraged snarls and gasps melted into whimpers and quiet sobs.
There was nothing to be said in this moment. Sylus was the only remedy to your seething soul, because even your rage was just a mutated form of despair.
When you had stopped shaking and started squirming just a little, Sylus scooped you up to retreat to the safety of his bedroom, sitting down on a soft loveseat with you cradled into his lap. A cool whirl of his evol had your favorite fuzzy kitty-print blanket being dragged over the both of you.
He sat with you just like that, maintaining a firm squeeze and quietness beyond the near silent breaths. You knew he’d stay just like this until you were ready.
“Are you going to abandon me one day, too?” You break the silence, voice rough.
“No.” Sylus said simply, nuzzling the top of your head when you sniffed. “The only way you’re getting rid of me is if you kill me.”
Sylus was being completely serious, but the quiet, breathy laugh you exhaled made the corner of his mouth twitch.
“I just feel stupid…” you mutter into his chest, finger following the seam of his shirt. “For thinking this time it’d be different… that I mattered to them. I didn’t know what made me angrier- them or my own foolishness.”
Sylus was quiet, just slowly exhaling. His thumb rubbed small circles into your thigh.
“People are often disappointing.” Sylus said after another several heartbeats. “Selfish and greedy. But… when you truly value someone…”
There weren’t enough means of expressing in all of existence that could begin to encompass all the ways Sylus valued every aspect of you. It makes the fiend inside him tear at his self control to seek revenge to see you in pain and despair just as much as he greedily covets the mere existence of these moments in his memory.
“Well… were they really that important if hurt you’re this upset?”
You scoff, reaching up to pinch his cheek gently.
“You suck at this form of pep talk.” You tease, heart already feeling lighter by just being with Sylus like this.
“Well normally I just get rid of people who think they can cross me and get away with it.” Sylus turned his face to nip at your wrist until you let his cheek go. “And you’re the only one I give my whole self to.”
“So what would you do if I just disappeared from your life one day?” You felt Sylus tighten his grip on you and for just a moment you wondered if you made him upset too. Instead, he just buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent and murmured against your skin.
“I’d spend every moment of my life finding my way back to you.”
There was a certain fragility to his words that made your heart summersault. You sat up slightly to drag his face away from your neck while cupping his face in your palms. You stared at one another, something unspoken lingering in the space between.
“Promise?” You asked, thumb brushing the edge of his lips.
“I promise.”
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Note. I didn’t know where I wanted to take this, but I was just upset and wish I had Sylus to comfort me. Maybe this can comfort you too.
So real for this. As a hyper-independent, minor control freak, Sylus just makes me wanna go to subby kitten space BADLY. I don’t/cant/wont trust or rely on people and I just knnooowww Sylus would cum untouched the moment he can convince me to let go fr.
Like- for all my other girlies (gender neutral) that are also like this just imagine it.
He’s been kissing you silly for who knows how long. You’re head empty- no thoughts. Your thighs have been rubbing together because you’re so hot and bothered, but just so damn content to makeout in his lap while your fingers are just roaming all over his upper body. You can feel him too, throbbing against your ass. It’s all intoxicating.
Sometimes he takes a break in his assault of kisses to just stare at you, rub a thumb along your swollen bottom lip, mutter about how damn cute you were.
This time he’s undressing you with his eyes, gaze slowly trailing down your body. His hand shifts to get a good handful of soft upper-hip, ring and pinky finger slipping past the waistband of your bottoms.
“Bend over my knee, kitten.” It wasn’t a request or a demand. He said it like it was already a fact.
It takes a moment for your fuzzy brain lost in love and pleasure to catch up, but your dazed eyes open wide when the sudden smack lands on your ass, making you jolt with a strange mix of a gasp and a moan.
“Over the knee.” Sylus calmly instructs again before tenderly supporting you and holding one of your hands as you move.
Splayed across his lap now, you look up him when his hand cups your cheek. You don’t even try to hold back the nuzzle you give to his palm.
“Good…” he purrs, still holding your face while the other trails down your back to your ass and squeezing the cheek he slapped.
“You’re going cum on my fingers and you’re going to stay right here and enjoy it. You’re giving everything to me. All your thoughts… desires… I’m going to hold onto them and you can just exist in the pleasure. Sounds nice doesn’t it, kitten?”
You’re breath hitches when his fingers hook around your shorts and underwear before slowlllyyyy pulling up until a tight pressure from the fabric is teasing your clit.
“Say it.” You hear him growl. “Tell me you want this.”
“Want…” you mumble, pressing messy kisses into the palm still on your cheek. You hold it there with your own. “Want it… need it. Need you, Sylus.”
You can feel his cock jump against your belly through his pants, your thighs squeezing in response.
“Fuck… good. Good fucking girl.” Sylus sounds breathless as he yanks your shorts and panties another time before letting them go to smack your ass again, the other cheek this time.
His thumb is shoved into your mouth, pressing into your tongue, while the other works in tandem with his evol to rid you of said shorts and panties. You don’t see it, too distracted by moving your tongue against his thumb, but he lazily tucks your panties into the front pocket of his shirt.
“I suppose there’s one other rule, but think of it as a… bonus objective.”
You already feel noises dragging out from your lungs when his fingers tease your dripping entrance. Just as he’s sliding two digits in to the first knuckle, you just barely manage to catch his words.
You and Sylus were technically on an Onychinus “business” trip, but it might as well double as an impromptu vacation as Sylus booked out a hotel penthouse suite in the city you were visiting. This suite came with its own private infinity pool that overlooked the entire cityscape. It was gorgeous to say the least.
That being said, when you told Sylus you’d do some swimming while he finished up some work inside you forgot part of the experience meant looking down through glass to the city below too. You’d barely managed to slip into the water before your stomach was doing summersaults. The whispers in your mind constantly whinged about how heavy water was and how fragile glass could be, and- oh this penthouse suite was so very high.
This is perfectly safe, you kept thinking to yourself.
In fact, you would simply get over this fear by going out to the edge where you’re farthest from the stability of concrete flooring.
Having made it out that far now though, those summersaults were turning into full blown nausea and dread as your heart rate picked up. Trembling fingers left the water to glide along the invisible edge when your waist was suddenly grabbed.
You screeched, flailing your limbs as nothing but instinct was going on in your brain and it said you were falling. You were definitely about to die.
It wasn’t for several moments after that panic that your brain finally registered you weren’t dying. You weren’t even at the edge now. There was suspicious vibrations at your back and a low noise that sounded very much like your boyfriend’s laughter.
“Done panicking now?” His teasing lilt managed to break through.
“I wasn’t panicking.” You immediately shoot back indignantly.
“Ah- was that a new swimming technique then?” Sylus continued to tease.
Your embarrassment grew as your skin flushed on your face and ears. You felt his lips dance over your shoulder, his arms gripping you protectively. You noticed you felt safe right now. No panic. He always made you feel safe.
“Shut up…” you grumble eventually, leaning back into his bare chest. “Or you can’t come in and shower with me when we’re done.”
You could still feel his quiet chuckle at your back, but he obeyed and didn’t say another word.
“Even though I know it’s safe, my body still reacted like I could fall at any moment.” You break the quiet, taking his hand to play with it. “That fear isn’t there when you hold me like this though.”
You felt his other hand tighten its grip on your waist. The hand you’d stolen reached up to turn your face back towards him so he could brush the tips of your noses together before giving you a gentle kiss.
“Good. I want you to always feel safe in my arms.” He murmured against your lips.
A warmth full of endearment tingled its way down to the very ends of your fingers and toes. The caress of his thumb along your cheek as he kissed you not once or twice, but several times over had you turning in his arms.
Throwing your arms around his neck and winding your weightless legs around his hips, you could watch the grin form on Sylus’s face as he drifted you both lazily through the pool.
“Sylus…” you murmured, tracing your fingertips along the contours of his face, ending on his lips that he tried to chase.
“Hm..?”
You lean in closer, nuzzling your foreheads together before murmuring in his ear, “Let’s get washed up. I suddenly have this desire to drag you to bed, but I’m not doing that with chlorine in my hair.”
His burst of laughter made you start to giggle too as he easily lifted you both from the water to make for the bathroom.
A message from Mephisto that you were crying is one of them.
Standing up abruptly in a boring deal and leaving had bodies with faces and names he didn’t bother processing floundering to regain his attention. Luke and Kieran appeared at his side immediately.
“Take the goods and deal with them however you wished.” He murmured to the twins before disappearing in a red haze.
The chaos unleashed by the twins could be heard for miles, but all that mattered was Sylus rushing into the base. “Rushing” being a brisk walk.
Jacket tossed aside, he was rounding the corner to the open kitchen when he saw you there struggling to jam a spoon into ice cream that was still too frozen. Next to a large bowl he knew to be far too empty by your standards. He might’ve had a moment of brevity if your face wasn’t all splotchy red, eyes and nose swollen from tears, and a slightly stagger to your breathing.
He murmured your name quietly while taking the ice cream and spoon from you.
Your eyes widened and you made that angry little face of yours as you tried to reclaim your goods from his hands.
“Sylus! Give it back! You can’t eat my ice cream again.” You were already whining, the barely pacified tears pooling again along your waterline.
With a shake of his head, he nudged you aside and started easily scooping the frozen treat into your bowl. Realizing he was helping rather than stealing, you nuzzled into his side instead.
“Why are you crying?” No need to dance around the subject. He needed to know what got you to such a state. He’d do whatever-
“Oh-“ your flustered laughter tickled his ear. His eyes narrowed.
“I um… was rewatching an anime series. I knew what was coming, but the story is so painfully good I still cry through certain parts.”
“And you needed ice cream as emotional support.” He felt your nod.
“Did you not want me to watch it with you…?” He asked marginally softer.
You took his arm holding the spoon and bit into his bare forearm. His thinly veiled method of needy pouting was easy for you to spot.
“Stop that, you.” You chastise while kissing the imprint of your teeth in his skin. “I started it on a whim tonight. Of course you can watch it with me, but we need to go from the start. I want to see how much foreshadowing you can pick up on. I think you’ll like it.”
Now Sylus could allow himself a small chuckle as he put the spoon into your perfect bowl of ice cream and now had to move about the kitchen with you stuck to his side.
“Then I’m excited already.” He drawled.
It was when the two of you had gathered together snacks and drinks for a show binge that the twins rolled into the base with several other members carrying various gun cases.
“Those guys were losers.” Luke started.
“So we blew up the whole floor with them inside.” Kieran finished.
Sylus could feel your judgmental eyes burning holes into his back.
“Sylus…”
“Nice job, you two. We have an anime series to watch.” He didn’t let you get your needling words out and instead was ushering you both towards the private theater.
“Anime?” Kieran started.
“Which one?” Luke finished.
Just before Sylus could get you around the corner with your squirming and giggling, you shouted over his shoulder, “Attack on Titan!”
Imagine an AU where you have an evol that is a form of energy manipulation… but it’s you giving your own energy to heal wounds. That’s how you use it anyways. You’ve never tried to take before.
Now imagine being stubborn enough to eke out your own little existence in one of the calmer parts of the N109 Zone. Just like any other human settlement, there will be animals abandoned and mistreated. You took it upon yourself to be the only animal shelter in the whole city. At least you were the only one willing to declare your claimed territory as such.
You didn’t take in just dogs and cats, though that was the majority of the population. No- you took in even the most bizarre of animals and if you couldn’t (such as the random tiger here and there) you’ve built enough connections to get such animals to someplace safer. Better.
You’ve saved animals on the brink of death from wounds delivered by cruel hands with your evol. Frantic children would bring you half dead pets hit by speeding cars and you’d willingly sacrifice your energy to see fearful tears become elated ones. You’ve even stitched up the occasional person who got into a knife fight or grazed by a bullet. Everyone in the area subtly aided in keeping your place less dangerous than other parts. Still, you kept modded OTTO bots as minor security and the various genetically modified (for pit fighting) dogs that have accepted you as pack and home keep lowly thieves at bay.
You remember going through your morning chores one day (despite it always being perpetually dark) and tilting your head when your local murder had a new head among them. One of the crows that you saved by healing his shattered wings bounced over to you, croaking as you cooed back. You couched down to hold out the little buffet of choices on your tray. The other crows were quick to join, everyone picking over things for their favorite treats. You stared at the odd one and the clear mechanical alterations it possessed.
“You probably don’t like the different nuts and fruits, huh…” you were no mechanical expert, but you knew enough to keep things running and repair your OTTOs. This bird didn’t look damaged in the slightest.
“You don’t look hurt either. You takin’ in the sights then? Thats alright. Just don’t steal anything. If you bring me something you want, I can tell you if you’re allowed to take it or not.”
You figured a mechanical crow had a human master. That meant it would likely understand you even better than the flesh and blood crows that were still picking over breakfast.
You didn’t pay the crow any mind after that as it seemed to be content perching with the rest of the flock. Tending to each of your charges was an exercise of devotion. This gave you purpose and peace. You belonged in this world because you were the one that didn’t give up on anyone. Animal or person.
Little did you know that that strange crow left the moment you opened your door to a pair of masked strangers, one supporting the other, as blood was quickly pooling on the floor beneath them.
There were no words that needed to be said as you ushered the boys in, subtly directing the bots to patrol more strictly around the front. The masked individuals didn’t identify themselves, but you could recognize Onychinus general uniform dress when you saw it.
“How many bullets?” You asked, voice cool and clinical as you tore the fabric away from the wound weeping in the upper abdomen. Possible perforated organ, you noted to yourself.
“Three.” the uninjured Onychinus answered.
“Will this bring trouble to me?” You ask a bit more softly. Standing, you grab your basic surgical equipment and bring it over to the boy laid across your coffee table.
“No.” The same mask answered.
“Alright. Here. This is leather you can bite down on. I don’t have anesthetics.” A shaky hand took the strip of leather and slipped it under the mask.
Gripping your forceps you got a nod from the injured one and go to work fishing out the bullets. You weren’t incredibly shocked that the injured Onychinus didn’t make a sound. The tension in his body betrayed his pain though. You worked quickly in plucking the material from flesh, setting them in a steel tray. Those weren’t normal bullets. They looked more like rubber ball rounds, but the tech suggested something far more dangerous.
Whatever.
The less you knew, the better.
As if thinking the same thing, the uninjured Onychinus swept the three bullets up and disappeared them onto his person.
“They said you got a healing evol.” He said quietly.
“People say a lot of things. I just fished out some bullets at I’m applying some deep sutures, yeah?”
Another quiet nod and you got to work carefully pooling your energy. You had to visualize it like a thread. A thread of blood and gold. You did just tie sutures deep into the wounds… only those sutures healed the flesh moments after. Over 20 were created and mended into flesh. Far more than would be expected in your experience. Your vision was already swimming, nose dripping with blood as you finished. All that remained of the wounds was the spilled blood. Everything else was fresh, pink skin.
You tasted blood on your tongue and fell back onto your ass as the ability to stay upright fled you. You stifled a groan as your closed your eyes to stop the room spinning.
“Don’t… uhh… don’t over exert for a few days… risk of internal tearing and bleeding if you- if… you…”
Your body went limp as your ability to stay conscious failed. The two masked figures shifted, unsure if they should act or to leave you be and just disappear.
A large dog lumbered in, padding over to you and squirming his massive frame under your head. A fluffy white muzzle turned towards the twinned masks, letting out an almost exasperated bruff.
Next came a raccoon, a water bottle clutched in its little paws, and waddle over to you while chittering softly. The bottle was set beside you and then those little paws patted at your flushed cheeks.
Several more animals came to your side from a lanky cat to a pair of pigeons that perched on your hip.
“Oh my god.” Amazement came from the injured mask, standing as if he’d never been hurt in the first place. “We need to take a pic.”
“You know boss would be mad- takin’ pics of an unconscious lady. That’s what creeps do.”
“Fuck… we should probably just leave then. Looks like she’s in good hands- er- paws… claws?”
Xavier is the master in the art of sleepiness, but I think Sylus is our runner up.
Despite the fact that he arguably is the one of the LIs that will and has stayed up for days on end and maybe doesn’t truly even need sleep.
And it’s all because of you.
It’s you that puts his (justified) hyper vigilance at ease and muscles, always slightly tense, relax. The exhaustion of his chaotic existence is allowed to reach his psyche and it always ends up with him dragging you to some soft thing for you to lay on and then for him to lay on you.
The first time he dropped his full weight on you with a sleepiness sinking eagerly into his bones, you’d been laid out in the couch binging a series recommended to you by a friend.
After recovering the air knocked out of you, you’d couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Sylus winding his arms up your sides and nuzzling his face into your stomach. Your nails gently scratching at his scalp made a deep noise escape him and melt further onto your much smaller frame. His eyes were already closed.
“You okay…?” You had questioned just to make sure. You felt the thumb of one of his hands rub tiny circles into your lower rib.
“As long as you don’t move… perfect.”
You ended up stuck like that for a long time. Enough to go through the emotional roller coaster of the series you were watching. He only bothered to reawaken to the sounds of your emotional sniffles over the plot and characters hitting you right in the feels.
That had been the first real appearance of the slumbering dragon lurking within your beloved. Since then, it’s grown substantially more common. Like a giant cat, he always wanted to be on you somehow. If you tried to tease him about it, he’d just shrug and suddenly declare he’s feeling a bit sleepy with that smirk of his that both endeared and irritated you.
You wouldn’t trade it for the world. Naps were simply now part of your daily lives. Considering what else Sylus got up to outside of yourself, you were glad he indulged these particular desires.
The twins thought they were being funny even, when they gifted you a shirt with “boss’s pillow” printed on the front. Jokes on them- you were happy to wear the shirt just to hear the way Sylus scoffed the first time seeing it… right before dragging you to the couch so he could use you as his pillow for a nap.
Xavier is the master in the art of sleepiness, but I think Sylus is our runner up.
Despite the fact that he arguably is the one of the LIs that will and has stayed up for days on end and maybe doesn’t truly even need sleep.
And it’s all because of you.
It’s you that puts his (justified) hyper vigilance at ease and muscles, always slightly tense, relax. The exhaustion of his chaotic existence is allowed to reach his psyche and it always ends up with him dragging you to some soft thing for you to lay on and then for him to lay on you.
The first time he dropped his full weight on you with a sleepiness sinking eagerly into his bones, you’d been laid out in the couch binging a series recommended to you by a friend.
After recovering the air knocked out of you, you’d couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Sylus winding his arms up your sides and nuzzling his face into your stomach. Your nails gently scratching at his scalp made a deep noise escape him and melt further onto your much smaller frame. His eyes were already closed.
“You okay…?” You had questioned just to make sure. You felt the thumb of one of his hands rub tiny circles into your lower rib.
“As long as you don’t move… perfect.”
You ended up stuck like that for a long time. Enough to go through the emotional roller coaster of the series you were watching. He only bothered to reawaken to the sounds of your emotional sniffles over the plot and characters hitting you right in the feels.
That had been the first real appearance of the slumbering dragon lurking within your beloved. Since then, it’s grown substantially more common. Like a giant cat, he always wanted to be on you somehow. If you tried to tease him about it, he’d just shrug and suddenly declare he’s feeling a bit sleepy with that smirk of his that both endeared and irritated you.
You wouldn’t trade it for the world. Naps were simply now part of your daily lives. Considering what else Sylus got up to outside of yourself, you were glad he indulged these particular desires.
The twins thought they were being funny even, when they gifted you a shirt with “boss’s pillow” printed on the front. Jokes on them- you were happy to wear the shirt just to hear the way Sylus scoffed the first time seeing it… right before dragging you to the couch so he could use you as his pillow for a nap.
Got some brain worms from the lovelie @embetie and her incredible incredible art (and her recent poll about dragon eggs ehehe…)
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It’s hard being Sylus.
His days are spent soaring the skies, pillaging wayward caravans for shiny riches and interesting foods. Sometimes he kills a massive boar, flicking blood from his scales and talons with a bored huff. He can’t even enjoy a nearby beautiful, crystalline lake right now because there’s a key part missing from all of this.
You.
His gorgeous, ferocious, and terribly broody mate.
Several days ago he was chased out of the cave, your shared nest, as the time for you to lay your eggs neared. He only submitted to your flaring wings and whipping tail because he knew how tiring it was for you to move about with such a swollen belly and didn’t want to cause you anymore undue stress.
When he had returned there was a distinct new smell to the nest and you were there in your exhausted, sweaty glory, curled protectively around a small clutch of five precious, red eggs.
You didn’t have the energy to chase him off that evening, so it was his only night to just take in the sight before him with utter reverence. You were clearly struggling with wanting him closer for comfort and the instinctual protectiveness of a mother dragon. He’d reach out to brush some hair behind a horn and you’d snap your sharp teeth towards his claws.
When you got your rest, you were quick to chase him off again. This time it felt more like a formality as your instinct-driven mind gave way to your normal self. Still, the line in the sand was drawn. No one would be nearing your eggs until the outer shell fully hardened into faux dragon scales.
So, every evening he’d wait at the cave mouth with a fresh kill or new gift. You’d emerge, tail starting to sway in a way he knew meant you were happy to see him. Your wings always blocked the rest of the cave entrance though, a silent refusal that he was allowed home.
His longing grew fiercer by the day, agitation spiking to dangerous heights. The humans couldn’t fathom why there was such a sudden increase in destruction of the local environment, but after several lost caravans they opted to hunker down in their towns than risk whatever plagued the area.
Yes, it was very hard being Sylus.
He was pacing at the cave earlier and earlier in the evening. His disgruntled footwork was only interrupted by the sweetness of your scent. It was like a switch flipping in his mind. That tension building inside him melted all away as he could hear your feet hit the cave floor. His heart started beating faster when he heard your giggles. Such a precious sound he’s not heard in what feels like ages.
You caught him completely off guard then when you appeared, grinning and taking his hand. Your wings were noticeably tucked away, eyes sparkling with delight.
“Come see.” Was all you had said.
The nest was the same, but different. Notably was all his offerings and where they’d been placed. The eggs, all five, were now a deep black with faux scales. Their original red coloring seeped through like the very crackles in his own hide.
You hummed a quiet tune as Sylus took a step towards the eggs. They were lovingly laid in a bundle of crimson satin. One of the first gifts he’d brought back to offer to his broody mate. As he settled on his belly, laying next to your- his- eggs, he was able to note each and every gift he’d brought home carefully and thoughtfully placed amongst the eggs. They smelled like you. His. He could already sense the little souls inside.
Sylus hadn’t realized how tense he still was until he felt your weight settling on top of his back. The gentle vibrations of your purrs lulled him into pleased putty. Soon his own rumbling purr echoed. You kissed, licked, and bit your apologies into his skin, but suddenly all that time apart seemed inconsequential now that he rightfully took up his space in your little, growing dragon flight.
The way Sylus would cum so fast if you wore nothing but a pair of heels and a dominating attitude.
There’s nothing he loves more than removing every responsibility from your shoulders if you want him to, but when you’re regularly seen as the biggest, baddest, and most untouchable… to be treated like he’s not, by you of all people, flips the unintentional expectations he has in the best way possible.
Command him, tease him, and reduce him to nothing more than your means of attaining pleasure. Let him kneel at your feet while his face is buried between your thighs. Let him feel those heels dig into his back as you choke him by his necktie while you sit back in the plush chair made for a queen.
No one save him. This is absolutely exactly where he wants to be.
In the transition period between the dragon myth and this new one… what if Sylus witnessed the Sorceress…?
Sylus only saw the Sorceress once. It was still quite some time before the Mage would take the stage. Newly emerged in the Underworld, there was still much Sylus didn’t know or understand. Being summoned the first time was jarring.
He felt it as an insistent yanking. A grating demand to for his obedience. His uncertainty in his own person limited his ability to fight the magic that drew him from the Underworld. The mage that called on what they thought was a mid-level fiend could never have anticipated the monster it dragged up from the depths of hell.
“I-It worked?” The mage clapped their hands together, a wide grin splitting their nearly obscured features by the hood they wore. “Now, fiend, I have something important…“
The mage trailed off as Sylus had turned to over a burning city. He stood atop a great, ornate tower to bear witness to the destruction of countless lives. Their blood and terror reached him all this distance away.
Head tilted in curiosity, Sylus posed a question to the mage.
“Why does the city burn?”
Scuttling over beside the fiend, the mage blustered while running their sweaty palms down their robes.
“It’s the horrific Sorceress!” The mage hissed. “They say she slayed the last dragon in all of Philos and devoured its power. Now she is no better than a dragon herself! You’re going to help me slay her.”
That pulled a bark of laughter from the very depth of Sylus’s soul. There was familiarity in the story. Something he’s forgotten; connected to this sorceress. What he did know with concerning certainty was that every inch of his being would never raise a finger against her.
“No… no, I will not.” Sylus grew a wicked grin as a wave of power emanated from the crumbling city center.
The screams of the city folk were the choir to Sylus’s stalking approach to the mage. The spell caster threw everything at him in increasing desperation. The stench of fear distracted from the enchanting allure of the spice and smoke that belonged to the source of that great burst of power.
“You’re supposed to obey me!” The mage screeched, falling back onto their ass as they threw another weak fireball at him.
Sylus brushed the wispy embers from the spell off his shoulder as he stared down his nose with disdain at the mage. A carefully poised shoe eases down on the bare throat of the mage. A flicker of movement in his peripheral and blood red mist impaled the wayward mage’s hand that had gripped a ritualistic dagger. The dagger clattered to the stone floor as more pressure was placed on their throat.
Glancing back towards the city, Sylus felt a visceral reaction burn through his veins.
There, hovering in the air above the city, was this terrifying dragon-sorceress the mage spoke of.
Her back was to the grand tower, but there was no mistaking the way great wings beat at her back nor the scaled tail swaying to keep her balanced. She held a great, massive blade in her hand that made the fiend’s heart race faster.
Even from this great distance, something within him knew that she was a ball of fury and pain. Her great wail to the sky tore at something inside him before it was overcome with pride as power coalesced along that terrifying blade.
“This world will lie in ruins.” Her haunting voice echoed. Sylus forgot what it was to breathe. “Be devoured by the Abyss…”
Then, the dragon-sorceress launched her power-infused blade towards the city. Sylus has never seen such a great display of power as the earth shattered and crumbled at the impact point. Fire and darkness creeped from the shattered stone to devour the souls of those unfortunate enough to dare draw breath in her presence.
“Doomsday… Descends…”
The mage clawed at Sylus’s shoe, pathetic tears and mucus spilling from swollen features.
“No… why… why?!”
It dawned on Sylus then that the magic user must’ve had someone dear to them in that city now being devoured by a sorceress’s fury.
“It’s amusing you think you have the ability to command me.” Sylus drawled, eyes still on the sorceress. “Those only with a power like hers… can even fathom the thought of commanding me.”
Sylus didn’t bother to amend the statement as he felt the mage break the binding spell that tethered Sylus to this world in which he didn’t belong. No one but that sorceress could ever have what it took to command him. He had no proof, but it’s something he knew in the marrow of his bones.
It was a fact cemented in the final moments of his time in this world when she turned towards the mage tower and their eyes met even so far away. It was like being able to take a breath for the first time after being held underwater for so long. Burning lungs gasping for life-giving air. He witnessed a flicker of recognition in her wild eyes in that final moment before the Underworld finally consumed him once again.
To be back in this place for the unwanted and forgotten… Sylus stared out of the gray expanse of nothing and sighed. He’d ponder this brief experience for centuries to come.
You were inspecting a hand crafted dagger you found in his armory. It was ornate and a clear labor of love with detailed golden filigree dancing up the length of the Damascus style folded steel blade. The handle grip was equally fancy in its leather, gold, and gemstones.
You knew Sylus’s smith work even without spotting the silly little crow etching that was hammered into the base of the blade just before the steel cooled too much. The little crow signature was because of you of course. You were affronted by the notion that an artist wouldn’t sign his work and carefully used the knowledge of smith-crafting he gave you to make him a small crow brand.
He’s sharpened his little art piece to deadly perfection, but even so you took the few short steps to where your beloved sat going through the routine work of cleaning his guns.
Sylus looked up at you, brow lifting slightly as he saw the dagger twirl in your fingers. He knew what you wanted without a single word being spoken ass he merely shook his head with a soft huff and set aside his gun and cloth. A single large hand patted his leg and you plopped down right onto your waiting throne. You felt his hand ghost up your calf to your thigh and settle on the swell of your hip.
“It’s pretty.” You complimented the blade, humming as the armory lighting glinted off the polished steel.
“You think so?” Sylus preened. He always seemed to blossom under your little praises. Just a light dusting of pink to the tips of his ears. His craft, his skill, his worth- he needed to hear your praise for it all.
“Mm.” You hum, taking his hand.
He watched you curiously as you brought the blade to his skin. In a quick swipe, the blade cut into his palm. Instantly dark red beaded along the broken skin.
“What…“
Sylus’s furrowed brows and barely uttered confusion didn’t stop you whatsoever as you then put the blade to your own palm. You ignored the burning sting of your skin being pierced as you examined the blood pooling in your own palm.
Setting the blade aside, both of your blood staining it, you clasped your bloody hand against Sylus’s. Finally, you flashed a Cheshire grin at him.
“It’s like those stories. Bonds cemented in a blood exchange.” Is your only explanation.
The rich laughter you pulled from Sylus was all you needed to know the whole thing was worth it. You felt his large hand shift to link your fingers together, gripping your hand more tightly. The throbbing pain from the wound hardly phased you.
“Our bond is something deeper than blood, kitten, but if this makes you happy to do so… I’m perfectly willing to submit to all your bonding rituals.”
You felt his lips trail along your hairline. When he did finally release your hand, his wound had already healed. He grunted at that fact, clearly wanting to maintain his “matching” cut.
“It’s not my fault you heal freaky fast.” You huff, holding up your palm that was still bleeding, albeit slowly as your body worked to clot the wound.
“Now you’ve gone and hurt your pretty hand though, sweetie.” Sylus lamented on your behalf.
Taking your wrist, he dragged your palm closer until you felt the wet heat of his tongue drag up the length of the cut. You gasped, other hand curling into the fabric of his shirt on his chest.
“Im just helping you clean the wound…” sylus murmured.
“Pretty sure warm water and soap is better than a tongue…” you can’t help but reply, but the unsteadiness in your tone only made him grin.
“Sure… but you seem to like this better. So do I.”
He licked your palm again, this time basking in the tiny noise you held back in your throat.
“Do you like the taste of blood or something? You’re never beating the vampire allegations.” You muttered.
“And if I said I did? Would you become my willing feast?”
The stare Sylus gave you made an all too familiar heat spark to life in your lower belly. You felt a dizzying sense of all this happening already. A blur between the present and a life no longer yours. Your bloodied hand gravitated to his cheek, cupping the warm skin so tenderly as your thumb brushed along his upper lip.
“Only if you promise to share yourself in turn.” Your teasing thumb pressed past his lips, brushing along blunt human teeth. There should be fangs there.
“Consider it another ritual… bound in blood, so too do we sustain one another. Does that sound sufficiently ritualistic?” You added.
Sylus nibbled on your thumb, content in the way this has all become another means of devouring one another. Indulging desire in a way that made the power in his right eye ache.
Sylus only answered when he stood up, you in hand, and started the familiar walk back to your shared bedroom.
“Sure, we can go with that. I have a few suggestions of my own.”
You grinned, weaving your arms around his neck. You knew exactly where this was going. You were kindred spirits after all.
Spoilers for the new Sylus Myth- Read at your own discretion, loves.
First off, I just need to say wow. What an incredible piece of writing. I was ugly crying the last few chapters. This is why I go into sylus content as blind as possible.
Now this is me just rambling, but there’s never any specific start to our MC’s life in this one. The earliest we get is recovered memories of her teacher informing her of the piece of an immortal’s soul inside her.
Mage mc also glimpses moments of the sorceress’s life where she’s cursing Sylus’s soul to never fade which is where it really cements to her that this is some kind of curse.
Imagine the sorceress, who has transformed into a dragon, living her unending life. She lives in her torment, unknowing where her dragon’s soul has gone beyond the piece she holds. She grows weary from grief and settles in a place to die alone.
But she can’t die.
So instead, in the flowered covered skeleton of a dragon, her form is… reborn. She abandons her life as the sorceress and with it, all the pain and misery and loss. These memories are put to rest as she awakens, a simple woman again without horns or scales.
Going onto become the mage, the sorceress could never have imagined how holding onto her dragon’s partial soul would continue to haunt her.
Now cut to Sylus… a dragon fiend slain but unallowed to truly die. Awakening in the underworld alone, unknowing, did he know he was inherently incomplete? He hungered for something deeper than the ache in his sharp fangs. He looked at his hands but they seemed… unfamiliar. As if they shouldn’t look so soft and feeling.
I imagine he didn’t pick his first fight. He never has. The other fiends come for him anyway and something inside him knows power. Authority.
The first time he’s summoned is a curious affair. It’s random. A mage wants him to kill. The idea of being controlled makes something ugly bubble in his chest so of course…. Sylus kills the summoner and just as quickly he’s back to this strange place for the unwanted.
Sylus is smart, but not even he can put a puzzle together when half the pieces are missing. Little could he possibly know that as his own reputation grows, the rest of those pieces stumble through this confusing world of immortality, thinking her only solution is to walk forth into death that’s denied to her.
Vampire Sylus is real and he’s a fiend for cockwarming.
With a gift such as life unending, one develops a deeply instilled patience. A slowness to one’s own actions to truly take in each and every sensation. To savor it as one would a last sip of water in the middle of a dry desert. A desperate tinge teases the edge of every action, frantic from the mere thought of being without stimulation to one’s senses.
That is how he loves you. That is how he devours you.
Your love with Sylus is as eternal as the sun that rises following after the moon. He loves you long, slow, and tender. In darkened halls away from any concepts of time, it all loses meaning as he worships you in a bed he’s never slept in.
Your mortal sensibilities simply can’t keep up.
He’s been allowing you to sit atop him, allowing his supernatural gaze to cherish you in the low candlelight. Ever so often you feel the graze of a finger or thumb along your bare breasts, a teasing draw against a hardened nipple. Your blood stains his lips and around his mouth, the evidence of his transgressions all over your body. The bite marks have grown red as your body reacts to the multiple small wounds with inflammation. Your blood, thinned by whatever venom he sports, still trails along your body and limbs. A bloody and enchanting image you make as his sweet bride.
What’s harder to see is the tiny tremble in your thighs. The whimper caught in your throat as you ache to truly submit to baser instincts and move yourself on the fat cock nestled tightly in your cunt. You’re being good though, right now, staying still so he can admire your pure desperation. Your hunger and desire.
“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you, beloved?” Sylus’s voice followed his chilled hand as it traced the curve of a breast, down your side, and settled in the joint of your hip where his thumb barely teased the course hair above your aching clit. He was teasing you.
You nodded, forcing yourself to keep still by inadvertently squeezing your tight walls around him. Sylus groaned low in his throat, the sound ending in a pleased sigh as his thumb shifted lower to press a slow, drawn out circle into your clit.
“Yes-!” You gasped, digging your nails into his bare abdomen, starting to tremble all over as he toyed with your clit while expecting you to keep still. “I’ve been… I’ve been very good… so please… please let me move.”
Sylus hummed in thought, still dragging his thumb in agonizingly slow circles. His other hand took your wrist where tiny dribbles of your blood still seeped from pinprick wounds on your inner wrist. He dragged you forward, up his body, and nearly off his cock. All this just so he could seal his lips over this weeping wound on your wrist and tease more of your life force from it with his tongue. It rolled against your fluttering pulse and dragged a quiet mewl from your lips. He spoke without hardly breaking contact with your supple skin.
“So long as you keep singing for me, beloved, I will grant you the deliverance you seek.”
You didn’t get any more warning than that before an abrupt buck in his hips sheathed himself right back inside you. Your startled cry made laughter rattle in his chest, playfully nipping and kissing your inner arm’s tender skin.
Sylus was a cruel fiend when he did such things. He was truly mad, but then… so were you. Your shock melted into wanton desire, flushed face and cock-drunk eyes begging him for more. More and more, you were far greedier than he could ever be.
Sylus would be sorely put out if you ever stopped.
That is why he gave you everything; all you could ask for in body, mind, and even his damned soul. To witness you succumb to your own pleasure and listen to your cries reach their crescendo was a gift that kept giving. Your blood sustained him, but it was your love that gave him life.
Yanking your arm from his grasp, you laid yourself completely atop him, panting your moans against his lips as his hips snapped in a brutal rhythm. Your fingers got lost in his hair, tugging at the strands of silken white. You felt his arms hug you closer, your lips clashing together in a frenzied heat that saw his fangs piercing through such thin skin.
Sylus had unwavering patience and willingness to take his time enjoying novel sensations, but in these frantic moments he wondered if his unbeating heart took up life once more. You dragged him into your wholly animalistic driven desire and he finally felt that desperation. That need to be one in such blistering intensity all thought and reason left him.
Your blood stained both of your faces in the heated mess of the kiss. Though kiss was a loose term at this point. Devour was more apt, and it only stopped because you felt that final coil of tension readying to snap.
“Yes-! I’m going to- Sylus… my love-!” As your frantic voice hit that fever pitch, Sylus felt that wonderfully foreign desperation claw at his insides.
“Let go for me, beloved…” Sylus murmured into your neck before biting down. He always saved your neck for last. It was one of the closest places to your heart that wasn’t… inconvenient.
Sylus truly made each orgasm a little death when he bit you like this. His cock, buried deep within and flooding you with his seed. His teeth coaxing your frantic heartbeat to spill into his mouth. His arms a vice around your squirming body.
And you… you were gone. Every nerve shattered in a single moment after what seemed like hours and hours of slow builds followed by cooling down. Your body weak and mind teetering on the precipice of unconsciousness, the pleasure wrapped you in a blissful cradle.
It wasn’t until after your blood loss took hold and truly put you to a deep sleep that your lover started with all the after care. Keeping various salves and remedies on hand with a bit of his own power had all your various wounds healing quickly. A warm washcloth and gentle soap cleaned your skin pink. A veritable feast awaited you upon your waking to restore your strength and vitality you willingly grant to him.
In the quiet calm after, he’ll lay beside you, tracing your features with a tender finger. To be drawn into your frantic world of being mortal, especially in the most intimate ways, reminds him what it is to be alive. You grant him this and he cherishes it far more than any drop of your coveted blood.
Because when your lashes flutter open and you’re looking up at him with all that love in your mortal heart and eternal soul, he could face the madness of a thousand years of hunger unending.
you show up to the base in your fun idea of a costume. It’s not much, in your humble opinion, but enough that you’re eager to see what Sylus thinks of your idea.
Yandere horror tropes are a guilty pleasure of yours and those silly slasher movies are about the only horror you can handle without hiding the entire time behind the safety of a blanket or your hands… or Sylus.
So what better costume than a love-sick serial killer? You wondered if Sylus has ever even done Halloween costumes. Probably one of things he’ll do because you like it.
The makeup you put on looks like your face is deeply flushed and you have fake blood splattered over your skin and clothing as well as a keychain locket with a little print of Sylus in it since he’s the one you’re supposedly “love-sick” for. Enough to kill anyone else that might take his attention from you. Sure, you have plenty of weapons you could use as a prop, but the flimsy fake knife has its own fun and charm.
You already told Luke and Kieran your plan so they’re happy to be your “victims”. When you find them, they let you know Sylus is in an armory two floors down. They then perfectly pose for your camera as the casualties for your love. You only take the picture after smearing a fake blood heart on the floor between them.
They’re stoked about the picture itself too, giving their shared approval with thumbs up. They’re quick to slip away when you mention some Halloween candy bash-n-brawl in one of the nearby districts. Even the residents of the N109 Zone love a day meant for spooks and treats. Talk about perfect atmosphere for it.
When you reach the armory. You approach Sylus silently as he has his back to you. You’ve never in a million years been able to catch him off guard without some careful planning, but still you jump on his back, shoving a fake-blood smeared cheek into his neck and cooing overly sweet and tender as bloody fingers trace his cheekbone and upper lip.
“There you are~! Have you been hiding from me? Thats okay, because I found you! I went ahead and took care of any distractions too so you have no choice but to be all mine.” Your words were sickly sweet, glazed with poison honey.
Sylus’s low laughter made your belly warm as he barely turned his head towards you, leaning into your grasp.
“Is that so…?” He hummed.
Setting down the gun parts in his hands he turned suddenly and hoisted you onto the desk he’d been working at. His hands naturally grasped at your hips, stroking down your clothes dripped and torn and soaked in fake blood.
“What’s all this, kitten? Making messes…” he tsked, rubbing some of that fake blood on your cheek like he was trying to clean it off.
You pouted, not giving up your role just yet. You toyed your finger against the tip of your fake knife, supposedly bathed in the blood of the twins.
“It’s not my fault! You made me do it… you let other people near you and so I had to get rid of them. I need it to be just us…” you breathed, trying your best to sell the manic desperation of your “love-sickness”.
“Did I?” Sylus murmured, still not really reacting as if you were dressed and acting insane. You were mildly miffed about that, but at the same time he’s practically indulging you, as he always does… and damn if that didn’t make you a little smitten.
“Yeah…” you mumbled before lifting your phone with bloodied fingers. “That’s okay though! I made something pretty with it to show you just how much I love you~”
You pull up the picture of the “murdered” twins and from the quirk in his lip you can tell he wants to laugh, but is trying hard to stay playing along.
Then, that makeup blush becomes real when his hand slowly closes around your neck. With a firm grip he drags you in close, plucking your phone from your hand and seemingly inspecting it closer. Sighing, he sets it on the table with a cold gaze settling on you.
“Haven’t I told you to keep your kills clean?”
A rush of tingling adrenaline flooded your blood. You go pliant under his grip and whimper like a scolded child.
“I just wanted to show you how much I-“
His growl cuts you off, bullying his body further into your space with hips slotting between your knees and his nose brushing against yours.
“Keep making messes, kitten, and you’ll be shown the error of your ways. And stop using something so pointless.” Smacking the fake knife from your hand, you felt the buzz of his evol as something far heavier and substantial settled in your grip as his free hand clasped yours around it.
“You’re cute, thinking these silly acts of violence are proof of your love. Do better.”
You squirm under his overwhelming presence.
“S-Sy…” you breathe out softly and his whole demeanor changes as your “character” slips.
The grip on your neck loosens and instead brushes some hair from your face before gentle lips are kissing you.
“Do you like my Halloween costume?” You ask in the small chance he gives you between kisses.
He pauses, and while you can’t see his face, his whole body is rumbling with his deep laugh that makes your heart do summersaults.
“Is that what this is? I guess I forgot what day it was.”
You can’t help the snort that escapes as you shove him back by his shoulder. It doesn’t do anything.
“Really? You were just accepting me acting like a psycho then?”
Sylus shrugged, leaning back to cup your face and look at you like you were his entire world.
“I figured you were up to something. And I’d adore you even if this “psycho”, as you put it, was who you are.”
“You’re insane.” You grin, dropping the blade to the side to instead slide yours around arms around his neck.
“Perhaps.” He hums.
You tucked away this whole experience for later reference. Right now, you’ve at least succeeded in riling your lover up with your little act and now you reaped the benefits as he stole your breath away with every kiss.
