I literally got this account to keep up with my AO3 and Fanfic writers. If you have an unhinged commenter in the LADs community called Mia, tis me. I’m the comment gremlin Hi! I’m either all over your comments or I’m quiet, I apologize for both I have bpd 😅
Yall I literally made this account for my AO3 and fanfic writers. I still don’t know how to use this app sorry in advance.
If I’ve ever been on your fics in the comments section and I’ve stopped responding, yall I’m sorry I have BPD I swear my crazy ass will swing back round to them long made fics, sometimes I like to let em build especially when I see them getting good. I get excited and be like. Let me put this down and come back later and start from chapter one and pretend I’m reading it for the first time. If you’re one of those writers you can find my aggravating ass here.
Feel free to tag me in works your want my reactions or view points on. Or if you just want someone in the nerd community (I’m in sooo many fandoms) to talk to about the fandoms, I’m game.
Frankly my biggest fixation has been Love and Deep Space this past year. I didn’t know it existed until Sylus Quin existed. I literally discovered the game because I wanted to know about someone’s cosplay. I saw a tall ass silver hair man walking round china with a cute short chick in a corset. I was intrigued. Now I’m trapped in the cage of love and deep depression. I’m speaking to the void buuuut over the year of screaming into the void on AO3 I found out the void listens sometimes. Yall don’t be shy if you need to talk about your stories or stories you found and wanna share. I need nerdy buddies as insane as meeee.
Tell me you didn’t picture Sylus and Caleb immediately. I had shuffle on, casually jamming while handling the house and that “Careful Baby, that looks begging me to ruin you.” Grabbed my ass by the chin, “show me teeth, turn off the lights dare to match my kinda wrong” had my ass 😂
“papa, go— agh!” lucian squeaks like a chew toy when sylus squeezes him tighter in his arms.
kyros relishes in the feeling, chest gently tucked beneath the weight of his father’s forearm.
“go, out! time t’sleep!” lucian insists, pressing his palms against sylus’s jaw. they are met with little pecks and kisses from the stubborn dragon. “my race car bed!”
kyros is already half asleep.
“lucian, i thought we talked about sharing.” sylus titters, eyes closed. he rubs salt in the child’s woes when he snuggles further into the pillows.
sylus doesn’t budge even a little. “shh, your brother is asleep.”
“hmph!” having given up, lucian wriggles out of his big lizard papa’s embrace, takes his blanket and his worn out stuffed dragon, juice, and trudges out of the bedroom.
“lucian!” sylus calls, but makes no movement to follow.
he grumbles. it looks like he’s upset two of his family members today.
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you don’t turn when the door to your bedroom swings open. still brewing in the upset your husband has caused you after an extended mission held him back from coming home early.
it was the no contact that got you. and while it was technically no fault of his own, it still ticked on your nerves how he came back all cavalier and cool, acting as if he’d just gone on vacation instead of this life threatening affair.
and while he tried to appease you and apologize for his behavior, you are already too far gone and want nothing to do with him— for maybe about twenty minutes.
well, now it’s been fifteen, and he’s surely come back to make up again.
you’ll chew his ear out for coming back prematurely— you had five minutes left to sulk, after all— but thats mostly for the drama at this point.
but your tongue freezes in place when the shock of white hair that you open your eyes to is not of sylus’s, but lucian’s.
“baby?” you wonder, pulling him close when he successfully gets his little feet under the covers and cuddles up angrily to his dragon. “woosi, what are you doing here?”
“papa take my race car bed, hmph!” he huffs. if you hadn’t been this close, you would have missed the smoke that puffs from his nose when he does. “and—and kee-ro sleepin’ there too.”
you gasp lightly. peppering his forehead with kisses to make him feel better. sympathy coats your voice. “no space for you?”
“no more space for woosian!” he thumps his heel against the mattress and pouts into your cheek. as if ashamed of his tantrum.
your heart gives way for his pain. gently nudging yours aside for the meantime, you realize this is partly your doing. sylus has always sought comfort immediately from you after fights and quarrels, but since the boys, he’d found also that going to them can make his own sorrows cease if only for a little while.
“sorry, angel.” you sigh, brushing back his hair from his teary eyes. “this is my fault. papa made me mad so i asked him for space.”
“papa made mama mad?” he frowns, brow creasing like sylus’s does.
“yes, but i’m okay now.” you sit up. straightening your back, you take him up by the armpits and give him a squeeze. “i’ll go call papa and you can have your race car bed back. how’s that sound?”
you get as far as pushing the covers off before lucian is pulling them back on.
“papa sleepin’ now.” he tells you. eyes big and round full of processing emotions and quiet understanding. “not nice to wakey.”
“oh?”
“woosian have space here.” he tells you, crawling off your lap and back in place where you plucked him from. where juice patiently waits for his return. “woosian stay with mama.”
you swallow down your own building tears.
because how could such a little heart have so much space for you and your feelings?
how could he possibly understand?
and yet, here he is. blinking, waiting for you. respecting the five minutes left of distance between you and his father by giving up his own right to his own bed.
“lucian…” you coo, propping his head up your arm and kissing his nose. “your heart is pure as gold.”
“my heart have blood.” he says, eyes screwed shut. his childish way of putting himself to sleep and acting nonchalant about it all. “mistoo waf says that in skoo.”
“yes,” you giggle, already feeling better. “but mama says your heart is gold, and i’m your best friend and also! i made you.”
“in your belly?” he asks.
“in my belly.” you affirm.
“we best fwends in your belly?” he opens his eyes, the concept exciting him.
“yes.” you grin.
“i like dat.” he giggles, shy into your shoulder. you gift him another kiss on the cheek before drifting off to sleep.
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later, sylus will come, kyros dangling off his arm like a stretchy kitten, and find that he has no space on his big red bed.
in his place, the wife he’s wronged is curled around his hatchling that he has also betrayed, foreheads touching as they sleep.
he can’t help the pride that surges in his chest at the sight. and the fact that his son had come in to offer you comfort when he could not.
he places kyros down under the covers beside his brother, and leans over to feather a kiss on your forehead.
on his way, he pets lucian’s hair. “good job, angel.”
only eyes as keen as his could have caught the plump of the cheeks that form into a small smile.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 31/31
Fandom: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Qin Che | Sylus/You
Characters: Qin Che | Sylus, You, Xue Ying | Kieran (Love and Deepspace), Xue Ming | Luke
Additional Tags: Human/monster relationship, Touch-Starved Monster, Romantic Comedy, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Cozy Horror Adjacent, soft kidnapping, Found Family, Second person POV, Monsterfucker Protagonist, Female Protagonist, Slow Burn (until it isn't), Soft First Half / Feral Second Half, Smut, Female Masturbation, Sex Toys, Monsterfucking, Monster Sexual Fantasy, More Smut Tags Added When Relevant, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Dry Humping, Oral Sex, blowjob, Tail Sex, Vaginal Sex, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, bulging, Come Inflation, Biting Kink, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Anal Sex, Double Penetration
Summary:
You start losing six hours at a time.
You wake warm, fed, wrapped in blankets you don’t own - with sketches of a draconic man in your notebook you definitely don't always remember drawing.
Your kidnapper is polite, strangely gentle, fond of sushi, and apparently the last living dragon.
He doesn’t speak. He just brings you to a nest of pillows and treasure, holds you like something precious, and then returns you home with cash in your pocket and your hair inexplicably brushed.
You should be terrified.
You’re… not.
And when you finally wake up in his arms - truly awake - with his tail curled around your waist and glowing eyes watching to see if you’ll scream or stay…
You stay.
Now he’s the one confused - because you’re not supposed to want the monster who steals you.
You’re definitely not supposed to flirt with him, pet his horns, or ask about the second cock dragons get during heat.
But you’ve always been a monsterfucker with a sketchbook and bad decisions.
And he’s a dragon who hoards what he loves.
Chapters: 31/31
Fandom: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Qin Che | Sylus/You
Characters: Qin Che | Sylus, You, Xue Ying | Kieran (Love and Deepspace), Xue Ming | Luke
Additional Tags: Human/monster relationship, Touch-Starved Monster, Romantic Comedy, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Cozy Horror Adjacent, soft kidnapping, Found Family, Second person POV, Monsterfucker Protagonist, Female Protagonist, Slow Burn (until it isn't), Soft First Half / Feral Second Half, Smut, Female Masturbation, Sex Toys, Monsterfucking, Monster Sexual Fantasy, More Smut Tags Added When Relevant, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Dry Humping, Oral Sex, blowjob, Tail Sex, Vaginal Sex, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, bulging, Come Inflation, Biting Kink, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Anal Sex, Double Penetration
Summary:
You start losing six hours at a time.
You wake warm, fed, wrapped in blankets you don’t own - with sketches of a draconic man in your notebook you definitely don't always remember drawing.
Your kidnapper is polite, strangely gentle, fond of sushi, and apparently the last living dragon.
He doesn’t speak. He just brings you to a nest of pillows and treasure, holds you like something precious, and then returns you home with cash in your pocket and your hair inexplicably brushed.
You should be terrified.
You’re… not.
And when you finally wake up in his arms - truly awake - with his tail curled around your waist and glowing eyes watching to see if you’ll scream or stay…
You stay.
Now he’s the one confused - because you’re not supposed to want the monster who steals you.
You’re definitely not supposed to flirt with him, pet his horns, or ask about the second cock dragons get during heat.
But you’ve always been a monsterfucker with a sketchbook and bad decisions.
And he’s a dragon who hoards what he loves.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 21/26
Fandom: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Qin Che | Sylus/You, Qin Che | Sylus/Original Female Character(s), Main Character/Qin Che | Sylus, Main Character & Qin Che | Sylus, Qin Che | Sylus & Original Character(s), Xue Ming | Luke & Xue Ying | Kieran & You, Qin Che | Sylus & Xue Ming | Luke & Xue Ying | Kieran
Characters: Qin Che | Sylus, Xue Ying | Kieran (Love and Deepspace), Xue Ming | Luke, Meifeisite | Mephisto (Love and Deepspace), Main Character (Love and Deepspace), You, Reader, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Attempt at Humor, Gallows Humor, Action, mild power imbalance, Organized Crime, Blood and Gore, Violence, starts off toxic because he is a crime lord but ends up sweet, Autopsies, Extortion, Reader Is Not Main Character (Love and Deepspace), Medical Inaccuracies, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Happy Ending, Not Canon Compliant, Found Family, Near Death Experiences, for everyone, Torture, i'm calling this a rom-com, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, references, allusions, Obligatory Luke and Kieran Tomfoolery, narrator has questionable reliability, Onychinus Shenanigans, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, i introduce to you sapiosexual sylus, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Size Kink, Size Difference, Deconstruction, Chivalric Yearning of the Intellectual Sort, Red Herrings, subliminal socio-political criticisms, Neurodiversity, infold my enemy
Series: Part 2 of 机缘凑巧
Summary:
“I think you’re mistaken, I feel like you want a surgeon,” you said, eyeing him strangely. “I’m a coroner.”
“Are they that different,” the man questioned.
“Uh, yes?”
Or: you try to be a good samaritan by saving the life of a boy that was brought into your office to be autopsied. somehow this turns into you becoming the private doctor for a crime lord despite the fact you are much more qualified to take people apart than you are to put them together. you don’t know what you did, but surely you did not survive medical school, divorce, and everything else life has thrown your way just to have to survive him too.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 20/20
Fandom: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Qin Che | Sylus/You, Main Character/Qin Che | Sylus
Characters: Main Character (Love and Deepspace), Qin Che | Sylus, Luke (Love and Deepspace), Kieran (Love and Deepspace), Li Shen | Zayne, Shen Xinghui | Xavier, i sure hope thats the right tag for xavier
Additional Tags: Drunken Kissing, Angry Kissing, Soft Sylus, i wrote instead of sleeping, I REGRET NOTHING, Not beta read we die like Caleb, if you dont like my grammar talk to my editor, i dont have an editor, Violent Thoughts, oops i forgor, Slow Burn, If you want smut, try pretty much everything else ive writtenq, rafayel will be an ass, sorry to the rafayel fans, its not him its me, ok it is him, and also me, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Nipple Play, Simultaneous Orgasm
Series: Part 2 of Little Dragon
Summary:
I'm broken. Sylus broke me. I'm still playing through his event and haven't finished Beyond Cloudfall yet so please for the love of Sylus do not spoil me on anythingggggg
Anyways, this is how I interpret his relationship with MC. I'll update tags when the tags become relevant/when I remember but please keep in mind I am simply a goldfish operating a complicated costume.
You asked for him like it could turn into something softer if you named it clearly enough and held onto it hard enough.Sylus lets you, quietly watching as you mistook his attention for permission to rewrite what he had never defined in the first place.
Pairing: Sylus x Reader (implied Non MC)
Genre: Boss x Assistant, Dark Romance, Slow Burn, Psychological Manipulation, Obsessive Dynamics, Power Imbalance Romance & Emotional Tension, Suggestive Themes & Ending not yet decided
Word count: Around 2.3k
Note: Next updates will be slow, please bear with me 🥺
Find the previous parts here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
Find my other works here: Masterlist
Kindly let me know your thoughts, feedback, ignore the grammar mistakes and reblogs would be deeply appreciated.
Sylus involuntarily stared at the phone resting on his desk.
He had managed to repair it.
Every cracked component had been replaced, every loose wire secured back into place. It looked almost brand new now.
Almost.
His thumb hovered over the power button, but he couldn't bring himself to press it. A deep exhale escaped his lips as he leaned back against his chair, the leather creaking beneath his weight.
The office was quiet.
Too quiet.
In the dim lighting, the glow of the N109's skyline seeped through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shifting patterns across the ceiling. His crimson eyes followed those shapes absentmindedly, letting the silence stretch around him.
Minutes passed.
Nothing changed.
Eventually, Sylus pushed himself out of the chair.
"...Not now."
The phone remained where it was. He had a bottle of bourbon waiting for him. The living room was just as he had left it. A bottle already rested on the coffee table.
He lowered himself onto the couch facing the front entrance and poured himself another glass.
The amber liquid swirled lazily before he brought it to his lips.
One glass became two.
Two became four.
Somewhere along the line, he stopped counting altogether. By the time he reached for another pour, only a few stubborn drops trickled into the glass.
"...Tch."
Empty.
With an irritated groan, Sylus stood.
The alcohol had settled heavily into his limbs. His movements were slower now, lacking their usual precision.
Halfway, his knee clipped the edge of the coffee table. The impact sent him stumbling forward.
"Fuck—"
His hand shot out instinctively, catching himself before he hit the ground.
For a brief second he simply remained there, one palm braced against the table, head lowered as the room tilted around him. Then, with another quiet curse, he straightened himself and continued toward his office.
He barely managed to reach the liquor cabinet.
Pulling another bottle free, he twisted the cap off without ceremony and took a long swig straight from it.
The burn barely registered anymore. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
His gaze drifted.
The phone.
Still sitting exactly where he'd left it.
Waiting. Almost mockingly.
Bottle still clutched in one hand, Sylus crossed the room and picked up the device with the other. His thumb lingered over the power button.
Then—
He pressed it.
The loading screen illuminated the dark office.
His vision blurred for a second, forcing him to blink several times before the image sharpened again.
Come on...
The loading icon spun.
Then finally—
The home screen appeared.
Almost instantly, the phone erupted into life. Message notifications.
Business emails.
Mission reports.
Missed calls.
Updates.
Messages from business partners.
Messages from MC.
The endless symphony of notification chimes filled the office. Sylus ignored every single one. His eyes searched for only one name.
Y/N.
Nothing.
Another long sigh escaped him. He lifted the bottle again, taking another slow drink before staggering backwards.
His heel caught against the leg of his chair.
He stumbled.
A hollow laugh escaped him.
"...Pathetic."
He tossed the bottle aside, completely ignoring the sharp crash of glass shattering against the floor.
He didn't even look. Instead, he opened your conversation. The last thing staring back at him was still his own message.
Unread.
His brows knitted together.
Unread...
Then his thoughts drifted—
The image Mephisto had shown him earlier.
You.
Walking through the park.
Hand in hand with another man.
His jaw tightened.
Yet almost immediately, another memory shoved itself to the forefront. "She said... her neck needed stitches." Luke's hesitant voice echoed through his mind. "Boss... she left us. We don't even know if she wants to come back."
Sylus closed his eyes.
As if shutting them would silence the words.
Instead—
Another voice followed.
"If an apology... an admission that you were wrong to hurt her... could bring her back... wouldn't you do it?"
His grip around the phone tightened. Too tight. The memory changed again.
Your blood.
Warm.
Fresh.
Running between his fingers. His entire body flinched. His gaze instinctively dropped to his own hand.
Even now—
He could almost see it. A phantom stain that refused to disappear. After several long seconds, Sylus inhaled deeply.
Then opened your chat once more.
His thumb hovered over the call icon.
One press.
The ringtone echoed softly through the speaker. His heartbeat slowed.
One ring.
Two.
Three.
Then—
The call connected. Relief flooded through him so suddenly it almost hurt. He parted his lips.
"...Do—"
"What's the use of calling her multiple times when you already know she's not going to answer?"
Sylus froze. Slowly, he pulled the phone away from his ear. He stared at the screen.
Y/N.
It was your number. He hadn't misdialed. His brows furrowed. Silently, he lifted the phone back to his ear.
"She isn't some toy that'll fall back into your arms because you decided enough time has passed."
"You spilled her blood."
A beat.
"Don't ever forget that."
Then, quieter—
"Now piss off."
The line went dead. The office fell silent. Sylus remained standing exactly where he was. Phone still pressed against his ear.
He didn't move.
Didn't breathe.
The only sound left was the faint hum of the disconnected call. Several long seconds passed before his arm finally lowered. His thumb curled around the phone. His grip tightened.
For one dangerous moment—
He almost threw it.
His arm even twitched.
But...
It stopped halfway.
Slowly...
Very slowly...
He lowered the phone instead. The room suddenly felt impossibly empty. He made his way back toward the living room.
Every step heavier than the last.
Without bothering to turn on any lights, he dropped onto the couch. His head fell back against the cushions. Eyes closed. The silence from the call replayed louder than any conversation ever could.
His phone vibrated.
Once.
Twice.
Again.
MC.
He didn't answer. The screen continued lighting up beside him. Sylus simply let it ring.
The Next Day
Sylus was jolted awake by a harsh, persistent onslaught of knocking on his office door. He groaned, sitting up and digging his fingers into his temples to combat the vicious hangover.
"What?"
Luke opened the door slightly.
“Miss Hunter is here.”
That made Sylus pause. Slowly, he lowered his hand.
"She's here?"
“She insisted. Said she’s been trying to reach you since last night.”
Sylus’s eyes flicked down to the phone.
Missed calls.
MC.
No messages from you.
Nothing.
Something in his jaw tightened, subtle but real. He stood up, stretching his towering frame as he walked past Luke. "Get ready for the mission. I'll deal with her."
Luke nodded and retreated, while Sylus marched into the living room. MC was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, a deep, bitter scowl twisting her features.
"What's the purpose of your visit?" Sylus asked flatly.
She scoffed, standing up.
“Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a response from you?”
Sylus didn’t move, like the weight of the night still hadn’t fully left him.
“…Good morning.”
MC scoffed.
“Don’t do that. I’ve been calling you all night.”
“I know.”
“Then why didn’t you pick up?”
A beat.
Sylus exhaled through his nose.
“Phone issues.”
That wasn’t a lie.
But it wasn’t an explanation either. MC stepped closer, but the moment she got within a few feet, she sharply stepped back, pinching her nose in sheer disgust.
"Did you fucking drink the whole liquor store? You reek, Sylus."
Sylus merely shrugged, leaning his shoulder casually against the wall. "What's the crisis, Miss Hunter? The one that required you to venture into the N109 zone again."
“Your assistant is causing problems.”
That word.
Assistant.
Sylus’s gaze sharpened slightly.
"Is this about the previous issue—"
“No. She went behind my back. She spoke to Captain Jenna about me. About allegations.”
Silence.
Sylus tilted his head slightly and pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a dark chuckle. "Now, now. That's a rather baseless accusation, Miss Hunter."
"It's not! Captain Jenna summoned me to the Hunters' Association headquarters last night because of 'gross misconduct' I've apparently committed."
Another pause.
Longer this time.
Then Sylus spoke.
“…And?”
That one word shifted everything.
MC blinked.
“…And? That’s all you have to say?”
Sylus didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he looked at her properly for the first time.
Calm.
Detached.
Almost tired.
MC’s face tightened.
"Captain Jenna met up with her yesterday—"
"Yesterday?" Sylus’s eyes narrowed, his mind flashing to the park footage.
"Yes! Apparently, some dude was the one who spilled the entire story about what happened at the base. Jenna was furious and demanded the absolute truth from me. I had to tell her everything, Sylus… and she sent me home pending investigation."
MC stepped closer, desperation leaking into her eyes. "Sylus, you better fix this. I demand that you fix this right now."
"Demand?" Sylus scoffed, a dark, dangerous smirk playing on his lips.
"You're asking me to fix a situation that you entirely caused yourself?"
MC stared at him in complete shock, clearly not expecting him to turn on her.
“If they spoke to Jenna,” he said slowly, “then there was a reason.”
MC’s disbelief cracked into anger.
“So you’re just going to side with her?”
Silence.
Then—
“Yes.”
Simple.
Final.
MC froze.
For a second, she looked like she hadn’t processed it correctly.
MC stepped closer.
“You’re letting her ruin everything I’ve built.”
Sylus’s gaze dropped slightly.
Then lifted again.
Cold.
"No. Sorry, I can't help you with your career issues, Miss Hunter. You'll have to fix this yourself."
Silence.
MC stopped moving.
“…What?”
Sylus turned and walked past her. "What I let out in a moment of trust… caused all of this to happen."
Before he could take another step, MC lunged forward, grabbing his wrist tightly to halt his movement.
"Why do you only think about her?! Why are you defending her? I'm about to lose my entire career, and you just don't seem to care! Why?!"
Sylus paused. Slowly, deliberately, he turned his head to look down at her. Her face was completely fallen, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.
"Why are you behaving so coldly to me… when I need you the most?" she whispered.
"Miss Hunter—"
"Why are you pushing me away? You're acting like this because of that bitch! What about me? What about us?"
"Us?" Sylus let out a hollow, mocking laugh. "Now you're talking about an 'us'? What about it? I'm actually curious, Miss Hunter. What exactly are we?"
MC sniffled, her voice trembling. "You love me, don't you?"
"Love?" Sylus’s crimson eyes were completely dead as he looked at her tears, feeling absolutely nothing.
"I don't think so. I've never put a label on anything here, and I gave you plenty of opportunities to do so. But you chose to ignore my advances. Now, when your perfect little world is crumbling and you're about to lose everything, suddenly it's 'I love you' and 'what about us'..." He tilted his head. "How stupid."
MC didn’t move.
“…This is about her.”
Sylus didn’t answer.
That was his answer.
MC’s voice sharpened again, trying to rebuild control.
MC didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
Something in her expression cracked — not fully, but enough to show the fall.
“…This is about her.”
Sylus didn’t answer.
That was his answer.
MC’s voice sharpened again, trying to rebuild control.
"It's because of her, right? That slut is ruining—"
Sylus violently yanked his wrist out of her grip, his expression shifting into something genuinely terrifying.
“Leave.”
The word wasn’t raised.
But it ended everything.
MC stood frozen for a second longer. Then turned.
And walked out.
The door shut behind her. No echo of resolution. Just silence.
Meanwhile
You were perched on the wide windowsill of Gideon's apartment, sitting cross-legged as you stared out at the sprawling landscape, watching the tiny passerby below. Your phone lay untouched on the cushion beside you.
"Wanna go clubbing tonight?"
You lazily turned your head. Gideon was leaning against the doorway, a bright, easy smile on his lips.
"Clubbing?"
"Yeah. You need to lose that morose cloud floating around you."
You scoffed, turning back to the window. "There's nothing morose about me."
"Uh-huh. And I'm the President of France."
You grabbed a nearby throw pillow and hurled it directly at his face. He caught it effortlessly, grinning as he held up his phone.
"Jen invited us out to that new exclusive spot in Linkon."
"Captain Jenna?" you asked, shifting around. "She still wants to see us after the complete disaster yesterday?"
Gideon shrugged.
"She's cool like that. Now wanna go or nah?"
You shrugged, a small part of you wanting to escape the heavy thoughts anchoring you down.
"Yeah. Maybe it'll help get my mind off things."
Gideon let out a fake, loud cough. "Like Sylus?"
"Tch. Shut up, Gid. What time are we leaving?"
"Around 10 PM-ish. Dress nice."
Club — Night
Later that night, the bass from the club's massive sound system vibrated right through the soles of your shoes. You were sitting at the sleek neon-lit bar, nursing an Aperol spritz.
You watched from afar as Gideon and Jenna navigated the crowded dance floor together, laughing and moving to the rhythm. You smiled to yourself, they genuinely looked cute together.
Then—
“Mind if I sit here?”
You didn’t look immediately.
“…Depends.”
A man.
Overconfident tone.
Wrong kind of confidence.
You already knew.
“I’m want to be left alone,” you said.
He threw his head back, laughing loudly as if you’d told a joke. Sliding his stool closer, he leaned into your personal space, whispering near your ear.
"Not when you're dressed like that, sweetheart."
You ignored him, taking a deliberate sip of your drink. He pressed closer, his breath smelling of cheap tequila. "Wanna get out of here?"
You shifted slightly away.
You eyed him coldly from the corner of your vision. "I'm good."
"Come on, pretty girl. We can have some real fun. Just the two of us. What do you say, hmm?"
Before you could stop him, he slid his hand onto your thigh, his fingers brushing right where the high slit of your dress parted. A wave of irritation washed over you. You sharply pulled your leg away, your voice hardening. "No."
"Come on. Let's just go. I promise I'll make it worthwhile."
He grabbed your forearm, his grip tightening as he tried to pull you off the stool.
"I said no, dude. Back the fuck off from me right now!"
You wrenched your arm free, stood up, and immediately walked away, intending to head to the washroom to regroup. But the dance floor was packed, and as you pushed through the swaying bodies near the back corridor, a hand suddenly clamped around your wrist again.
It was him. Utilizing the chaos of the crowd, he violently dragged you backward, throwing his weight against the heavy door of the emergency staircase to slip you inside the quiet, isolated concrete hallway. The heavy metal door slammed shut, cutting the blasting music down to a muffled thud.
You were thrown hard against the concrete wall, a painful hiss escaping your lips as your shoulder took the impact. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"
He laughed.
“Still talking tough?”
He stepped closer.
Too close now.
Your fingers instinctively slid down to the inner hem of your dress, reaching for the emergency silver dagger strapped tightly to your thigh.
But before your fingers could even touch the hilt, the man froze.
Everything stopped.
Not metaphorically.
Not emotionally.
Physically.
His body jerked.
Forward.
Then still.
A sound — wet, final.
He froze completely.
Then—
He was pulled off you.
Violently.
Thrown across the stairwell. Impact echoed.
You stayed still for half a second. Breathing steady. Then slowly looked up.
A/N: This was strictly self-serving. Not proofread.
Bartender!Sylus whose opener is that you are too gorgeous to be stood up by a mediocre blind date while he slides a custom-made drink toward you.
Bartender!Sylus who has convinced you so thoroughly of your worth that when your date does show up, you pretend that you're not who he's looking for.
Bartender!Sylus who watches the entire exchange, passing you a drink with cat ears in the foam and a note on the napkin that says, "does this kitten have claws after all?"
Bartender!Sylus with his rolled-up sleeves and suit vest, effortlessly tossing bottles and twirling glasses in the air, making conversations with all the patrons in his bar.
Bartender!Sylus who is pleasantly surprised to see you show up at his bar again the next day.
Bartender!Sylus who scrutinizes your appearance behind his wire-framed spectacles, crimson orbs gleaming at the sight of you. Is very appreciative of the even lower neckline of the dress you're donning in comparison to the one you had been wearing for a supposed date.
Bartender!Sylus who smoothly flirts with you all the while whipping up orders, amused at the way you watch the protruding veins on his arms with laser focus.
Bartender!Sylus whose conversation with you is interrupted when he notices a man harassing a woman and steps around the bar island to throw the man down on the floor himself.
Bartender!Sylus who crouches down to the fallen man, smiling menacingly at him as the cool threat is spoken in a tone it'd make a person think he's reciting the day's specials "Disrespecting a lady in my bar is considered a crime punishable by me"
Bartender!Sylus who drags the man all the way to the exit himself and throws him out, uncaring of the entire crowd watching "Step foot in my establishment again, I dare you"
Bartender!Sylus who picks up his conversation with you from where it had dropped before the incident, completely unaware that your panties are soaked through and you are one shot away from ditching propriety in a public place and launching yourself at him.
Bartender!Sylus who keeps passing newer, more inventive drinks to you with an excuse of making someone with a "refined palette" such as his sample items he'd want to put on the menu.
Bartender!Sylus who tells you "I might get the wrong idea at this rate" when you walk into the bar 4th day in a row after work.
Bartender!Sylus whose entire focus is zeroed in on the way your tongue wraps around the olive on the toothpick before you bite down on it, downing your martini in one go before you shrug "I'm just here for the unmatched...service"
Bartender!Sylus who has you panting against his throat as he works his third finger inside you, suspended in mid-air and only supported by his weight in a closet in the back of the bar.
Bartender!Sylus who lets you ride out your orgasm on his fingers, before licking your slick clean off them and maintaining eye contact as he purrs "Exquisite"
Bartender!Sylus who takes you home and whose laugh makes butterflies erupt in your stomach when you ask him "Drink?"
Bartender!Sylus who has your back bent over your kitchen island as he takes shots off your chest.
Bartender!Syluswho looks straight into your eyes as he leans in to suck on the lemon wedge you have trapped between your teeth.
Bartender!Sylus who pours wine down the valley between your breasts, holding your gaze as he licks languidly.
You watch as his crimson eyes dilate, an appreciate groan muffled against your skin as his tongue makes his way up your throat, biting down on your jaw as you rub yourself on his thigh.
"Sylus..." You throw your head back, arching even further for him, toes barely touching the ground anymore "E-Enough tea-hah-teasing"
Your hands are in his silver hair and you pull him back to face you by gripping the locks. Wine is dripping off his chin, looking like blood and making him look like a vampire as he grins, leaning in "It's only fair I get my payback, sweetie"
"Payback?" Your mouth opens on a gasp as he runs his knee between your thighs, right over where you were most sensitive after Sylus had made you cum so hard you'd seen stars.
"Parading around my bar wearing these..." He looked down at the black, skintight dress you were wearing with burgundy colored lace, one that was tight around your ribs like a corset before the skirt loosened at the waist "Tempting me with them" As he said it, his mouth swooped down and suckled on the globes of your breasts that were accentuated by your dress.
"Yeah, well" You firmly rubbed yourself against his thigh now, shamelessly riding it "It is hard to grab the attention of a bartender so sought after"
As Sylus untied the knots holding your dress together behind your back, his mouth descends on yours for the first time "You didn't have to compete for my attention, kitten. You've had it since you first walked in"
Bartender!Sylus whose eyes roll to the back of his head when you take him to the hilt, rolling your hips against his.
Bartender!Sylus who gives you a fake sense of control before he's manhandling you into the meanest mating press you've ever been in, delighting in the way you're so overstimulated you cannot help the tears.
"Fuck" He groans into your skin "Should've known you'd be so fucking tight. God, y-you're perfect"
"Mmmgh" You cannot form a single coherent sentence. You're so full of him, you can feel him in your throat as you move, clit bumping against his length and making you dizzy.
Sylus lets you get comfortable, gritting his teeth to not unleash his entire load into you like some inexperienced virgin as you wrap your arms around him, plant your breasts in his face and begin moving up and down his length, crying out when the mushroom tip brushes against your g-spot.
"You've adjusted, sweetie?" He'd asked and when your response had been a whimper, he'd just flipped you onto your back, pressing your knees to your chest as he thrust into you, groaning at how good you felt, praising you for taking him so well, how beautiful you looked spread out for him, how your pussy was made for him.
You can feel yourself getting close, mouth falling open in gasps as you ran your fingers down his back, the knot in your stomach tightening, tightening, tightening when Sylus buries himself to the hilt and then presses down on the bulge in your stomach, snapping that delicate thread as you gush on his cock, lewd moans escaping you. Moans he swallows in his mouth as he adjusts a pillow under your hips before chasing his own high.
"I think you broke my pussy" You tell him when you pulsate around nothing after he pulls out, throbbing all over.
Sylus just laughs as he cleans you up "I think you're exaggerating"
Later when you bend over for him in the shower, Sylus knows he was right.
I took inspiration from this edit I found on Pinterest. Credits for the original pic go to Shou Gu Tou. I really loved the outfit and the pose, so I thought it would be a great way to practice something a bit more “dynamic” compared to what I usually draw
I hope you like it❤
