[oracleofapollon]

* ੈ✩‧₊˚𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷* ੈ✩‧₊˚

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requests for sylus are open! <3

[zaynezone]

When you spot Sylus leaning against his motorcycle, sunglasses on, waiting for you by the entrance of the building, you suddenly become very aware of yourself. Not your appearance, god knows Sylus has seen you in worse states.

No, it’s the fact that your male coworker leans in just a little too close, murmuring a joke that you laugh at without thinking.

You say your goodbye quickly, heading over to Sylus with confusion on your face.

“What are you doing here?” You lean a little close to him, making sure the variety of people ogling your Greek god of a boyfriend get the hint.

“You wanted to try that restaurant down the street, yes?” Sylus smirks when he sees what you’re doing, hands finding your waist and fiddling with the buckles of your uniform.

“I am starving…”

“I assume all that laughing stirs quite the appetite.” He’s teasing you, because of course. You shove him a little, only slightly pouting.

“We’re just friends. I promise.”

“You don’t need to explain yourself, kitten. I understand.” He’s smirking, but you can tell he’s being genuine.

“You’re…not jealous?” He huffs a laugh at your question, leaning down to brush his lips against yours.

“Why should I be? I’ve known my treasure is desirable for quite some time. But as long as she chooses me, I have no reason to worry.”

[oracleofapollon]

fic authors are SWEATING thinking about the inflood of a/b/o and puppy play requests for mr choppedversionofcaleb 😭😭

[oracleofapollon]

Your Sylus x reader smut was so good ughhh but then I thought about how I wouldn't have the mental energy for teasing after a loong day lol. and thennn I thought about how Sylus would react if the reader just lost their mood and stopped the process but I've never seen anything close to this scenario. maybe you'd be interested in writing something like that? If so, I'd love to read it!

thank you!! here is a little something for you :)

It always felt good when he took over all of your senses. When he was all around you – over you, inside you, breathing the same air. But right now it felt overwhelming. Too much.

You put a gentle hand on his shoulder and that enough made his movement stutter. “Sylus… I don’t think I-”

He immediately stopped, concerned gaze flickering to your face. “Are you hurt?”

Of course you weren’t. He would never hurt you. “I’m not. I’m just tired, I guess,” you sighed and touched his cheek.

When his eyes didn’t find any pain, discomfort, or fear, he gently pulled out and turned to lie on his side. “Come here, kitten,” he whispered and pulled the blanket over both of you.

And you knew that it was it, but it felt like you owed him an explanation. “I just… I don’t know, I couldn’t–”

“Sweetie,” he shushed you with a quick kiss on your forehead. “Why are you explaining yourself?”

“Ugh, ‘cause I don’t know what it is.” It was frustrating to feel that way, to not be able to commit to the moment and connect with Sylus when you’d done it a hundred times already. But it only felt right to stop and be cuddled up with him. 

“You’re tired,” he murmured, voice raspy with the lingering desire. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he asked softly, yet you could hear the slight hurt in his voice. Like you weren’t comfortable telling him the truth. Like you might have been too anxious or too scared.

You never wanted Sylus to think you were scared of him. You had a feeling he was already struggling with that.

“I didn’t feel that tired when we started,” you shrugged. “Besides, you’re so hot I forgot myself,” you said with a bite and oh, did Sylus take the bait.

Your ear was instantly warmed by his low laugh. “You must be really tired indeed.” He snuck his hand up to your forehead. “Or do you have a fever? I can never get you to talk about my great looks.”

“I’m sleeping.” You yawned and made a spectacle of hiding your face in his chest. Truth be told, your eyelids felt so heavy and his voice so distant, deep fatigue pulling you downwards, downwards under the wave of consciousness.

“You want a shower?”

“You have to be fucking kidding me,” you whispered with the last bit of power you had left. Or maybe you only thought about it?

Somewhere on the other side of the veil, tangled with your forming dreams, a deep voice rumbled in a silent laugh, your pillow vibrating in tandem with it. Somewhere above you there was a gentle voice and even gentler fingers caressing your cheek. “Sleep, sweetie. I’m here. I’ll be here.”

And it was either dream Sylus or real Sylus that was whispering sweet words into your ear while you floated in his warm embrace.

[aexias]

a little undrunk : sylus 秦徹

cw: nsfw, fem!reader, drunk sex, bath sex, nipple play, desperate sylus, riding, illusions to oral, biting, marking, the bathroom is a fucking mess

"I didn't know amphibians were fond of bathing." You snicker, watching as Sylus tips his head back. The whiskey is his glass travels down his throat, sliding down the glass into his mouth. He sets it down near the side table, raising an eyebrow. Every movement makes the water and bubbles dance, revealing more of his chest.

"Do you mean reptile, sweetie?" Sylus chuckles, watching as you blink your eyes a few times. You gently sway in front of him, knees to your chest as you soak together in the bath. Your fingers thumb against your calves to the music, softly humming under your breath. Sylus smiles, reaching forward to grab your wrist.

"Are you drunk already?" You're pliant in his grip, your body tugged into his embrace. Sylus spreads his legs, letting you settle between him. You curl into his slick body, soap and water everywhere. You feel like you're floating in the ocean, head and body dizzying. Sylus is the only thing keeping you afloat. If you closed your eyes for long enough, perhaps you could drown happily. Let the water fill your lungs, become one with the sea.

However, you are in a bathtub. Soap and water are very different from sea water.

Sylus collects some bubbles on his finger, poking you on the nose. A foamy ball sticks to your nose as you blink the alcohol away. Your brain is slow to process, his hands massaging your body under the water. His voice rumbles in his chest as your hands slide up his shoulders.

"So drunk, huh?" You shake your head, shifting onto your knees. You shift, water sloshing everywhere. You hear it splat onto his floors. A large gasp leaves your lips. More theatrics than necessary, but characteristically you. Sylus cradles your head with his wet hand, smiling softly at your antics.

"Oh no…" You blubber, peeking over the edge then back at Sylus. "I'll clean it." You say it so sweetly, Sylus doesn't have the heart to tease you. He washes the soap off your nose, kissing your forehead. You slide back into his arms, resting your body atop his.

He hums along to the music playing, fingers thrumming up and down your spine. You sway in the water together, your fingers laced with his. Everything is fuzzy, he is too warm yet not warm enough all at once.

"Sylus…" You mumble into his wet skin, getting soap in your mouth. You sputter it out, sticking out your tongue. "Bleh." Sylus laughs once again. You shift positions once more. This time, you lay with your back on him, letting his circle you from behind.

"Sylus." You call out to him, your tone more serious than before.

"Yes, kitten?"

"My bare ass is on the tub." You come to realize, brows knitting at the realization.

"Is it?" He laughs, rubbing your arms. He thinks it's funny, being somewhat disoriented. He guides your hips up, pressing his legs together so you rest on his thighs. "Better?" He mumbles against your ear, pressing a kiss under your ear. Sylus reaches behind him, grabbing the glass of whiskey and brings it to his lips.

The round ice has melted, sliding down the rim of the cup. It burns down his throat. You turn to look at him, eyes wide for another sip. Sylus is quick to pull it away from you. He presses a finger between your brows.

"Enough." He warns, feeling you straddling him once more. Your hands slide up his chest, wet and foamy from the bath. Your nose rubs against his cheek, pressing kisses into his damp skin. Sylus's hands drag down your spine, resting at the plush of your hips. He's in a grabby mood, squeezing your ass and thighs.

You whine against his lips, the remnants of whiskey on his mouth. Fingers gliding through his hair, the air in the bathroom grows heavier. The steam blurts the mirrors and your continuous shuffling wets the bathroom mats. Sylus's hips roll into yours, hands guiding your hips into his.

Your tongue slots between his lips, saliva trickling from the edges of your lips. The alcohol makes everything feel like a blur. You focus on his breathing, the sound of his grunts against your mouth. You're lost in a trance, intensely focused on the sensation of his length pressing into your clit.

"Sylus," You moan into him, nails scratching at his biceps. Red, angry lines drag down his skin, nails indented into his skin. It's hard to not be aware of his touch. The warmth and strength of his palms beat against your skin, melting into your body. The bathwater splashes against your back, spilling over the edges of the tub. It splashes on the floor, capturing your attention, but Sylus guides you back to him.

"Shh, we'll clean it later. Come here." His large hand presses against the back of your head, dragging you back to his lips. He bites at your bottom lip, sliding his tongue into yours. At the same time, he lines himself up with your entrance.

The alcohol rudley decides to hit Sylus then as well. He's been tipsy for a while, but he's teetering the line of tipsy to drunk. His movements are slightly more lethargic, less coordinated.

But it's easy for Sylus to slip into you. He knows your body well. Your knees slide down, pushing yourself lower onto his length. Your thighs shake around his hips, hiding your face into his neck. Your low, drowsy moans ring through Sylus's ears. His determined to make you tremble, his bulky fingers tweaking your nipples.

"Sweetie," Sylus moans, your fingers pulling at his hair while you rock on his length. "We should move out the—"

"No." You interrupt him, fully sliding down onto him. Your hips press against his, grinding your clit onto his pelvis. The needy look in your eyes, the flush of your cheeks— It's more than enough to convince Sylus. His arm wrap around your back, holding you flush to his chest.

The two of your grind against one another, focused on the pleasure blooming in your stomach. Sylus nips at your skin, but you're equally as petty. You gnaw at his ears and neck, scratching at him.

The alcohol swirls in your system, making your brain fuzzy. You feel heady, struggling to keep yourself afloat. Sylus is your anchor though, guiding your hips back and forth.

"I've got you, sweetie. It's okay." His hands drip with foam and water, dripping down your back. The pressure in your stomach is unbearable and Sylus is faring no better. His moans ring through your ears, buzzing between your forehead. It's an odd feeling, one you chalk up to the effect of the whiskey.

"Sylus, please." You beg, neck craning to kiss his lips. Sylus shushes you, kissing you, lapping at your tongue. You both are too far gone, the kiss a mess of teeth and tongue. But that added sensation is more than enough to tip you over the edge. Your nails dig hard into Sylus's skin, drawing a small cut that oozes blood.

Sylus looses it then.

The pain and pleasure melt together, making it hard for Sylus to hold himself back. Typically, he would wait a bit longer to cross the edge, but he can't hold himself back.

You make him feel so good. He's so aware of how your body feels, it practically feels like his own. Not to mention the pitchy and whiny tone of your voice. It sounds through out his bathroom, echoing off the tile walls.

You feel like you're drowning in the best way possible— Ears blocked and your jaw loose. Your throat feels raw when you rise for air. You may have screamed— You refuse to find out, the shyness creeping in past your settling arousal.

Sylus lays below you, panting and heaving. Despite that, his hand reaches back to the glass of whiskey, guiding it to your lips. You take a sip, the alcohol burning down your throat. Your brows knit, staring up at him between your lashes. Sylus finishes off the drink, letting it clink against the tile of the bath.

With one full sweep, Sylus lifts you into his arms, standing in the bath. He takes a step out, careful to avoid the puddles of water that have pooled in the bathroom.

"Suddenly I'm famished, sweetie. Shall we go once more?" He asks, placing you down on the bed. Sylus cages your body under his, drawing your leg up to his shoulders. His hand smooths over the warmth of your thigh before He playfully bites your inner thigh, releasing a squeak out from you. You push at his head, kicking him away.

"Pervert."

© aexias do not copy, repost my works onto other sites, or generate them into ai.

[starlitbibi]

Based off of this thought I had a while ago, and randomly felt the urge to write a blurb about it.

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Soft piano cords drift down the hall as you and Sylus fight to catch your breath. You guys had been ravenous, tearing away at your newly purchased condom box which was now halfway empty.

"Hey Sylus?"

You feel hist chest rumble softly as he hums in acknowledgment, the sound tickling your ears gently.

"Since your evol is energy manipulation, you think you could like just... 'deactivate' your sperm or something? That way maybe we could go raw sometimes maybe?"

It's quiet. Too quiet, so you lift your head and look up to find him staring at you incredulously. This has got to be a legendary moment. You have rendered the always quick to retort, leader of the N109 zone completely speechless.

You can practically see the gears moving in his brain as he tries to comprehend the words that just left your mouth. After a while a scoff escapes his lips, and before you know it he starts laughing.

Really laughing. The kind of belly laugh you can't help but get infected by. "Sy, I'm being serious." You giggle out, body still sticky and sweaty from the intense lovemaking you guys had just finished. Your body moving in tandem with his laughter, and when he finally stopped he turned to look at you.

"We can certainly try, no?"

Oh boy, you were in for it now.

[oracleofapollon]

I love your writing! Can I request a Cat Butler Sylus (there's not enough Kittylus in this world) drabble where MC is on her phone & he starts vying for her attention & wants her to pet him? Thank you in advance ❤️

thank you!! i love kitties (and sylus)

kittylus x gn!reader

“I then add chocolate, cream, cocoa, and eggs to…” The reel on your phone showed a delicious looking half-vanilla half-chocolate Basque cheesecake topped with raspberry sauce. You frowned at the way the lady was pouring the two batters, one after another, creating swirls of white and brown. Swiping your finger on the screen, you replayed that part. “Make sure to spread it evenly in order t–”

The screen of your phone disappeared under a storm of silver hair and twitching ears. “Sylus!” you managed to chide before your phone slid out of your hand.

“Sweetie,” he murmured, completely making himself comfortable on your lap. Head nestled on your thigh and tail snaking up around your waist, it was hard to keep your composure. He was so cute.

“What a bad boy you are,” you crossed your arms over your chest. Sylus didn’t seem to let go, though, his soft ears rubbing against your pants. “I was watching something.”

He made a small sound showing his discontent and looked up at you, red eyes turning big, round, and twinkling, almost begging you to pay attention to him, to…

“Pet me.”

You huffed. “This is manipulative, you know.”

“What is?” he smirked, showing sharp fangs.

Oh, how unfair it was, to have a Sylus kitty snuggled up against you. “These… eyes of yours.” Not letting up, you averted your gaze to somewhere behind him. Damn him.

And it was quiet, just for a few seconds, before your startled gasp pierced the silence. It was his tail that surprised you – soft, dragging up and down your arm. “Sweetie. Pet me.”

“Sylus. Pick up my phone.”

His eyes narrowed. “What phone?”

“The one I dropped. Because of you. Because you decided to crush me with your–”

“Excuse me. I am hurt. You don’t pay any attention to me,” he almost whined, though there wasn’t any real hurt in his voice. 

“You are so unbelievably needy. You really are like a cat, Sy. You drop things to get my attention,” you said, biting back a quiet laugh. He didn’t seem too amused.

Nevertheless, he did turn around to pick your phone back up. You unlocked it, saved the video for later, and tried to put it back down when his tail gently smacked your arm again.

“Now, now, Sylus. Chocolate is not for kitties,” you tutted, finger wiggling in his face as you put the thoughts of cheesecake aside and focused on the overgrown cat in your lap. To his great content you finally put your hand in his soft hair, gently rubbing behind orange ears. And you could have sworn… “Did you just purr?”

“No idea what you’re talking about,” he whispered, voice almost drowned out by crispy purrs. You laughed softly at the sight; big bad Onychinus leader turned into a happy mess on your lap, eyes closed, lips turned into a content smile, tail buzzing excitedly.

“There. Better?” Your other hand reached for the tail, petting the furry length of it.

“Mhm.”

You bit your lip around a smirk forming on your face. “You’re so cute, kitten,” you teased.

His tail smacked your arm once more.

[oracleofapollon]

Hello, how are you? ^^

I've seen you're taking requests for Sylus and since we're on pride month, could I request Mc coming out as ace / asexual to him and his general reaction to it? It's totally fine if you don't want to write it, though!

hi, thank you!! i loved that idea so much and had too much fun with it, i'd love to explore it more. happy pride month!!

tags: sylus x gn! asexual reader, anxiety on reader's part, reader has bad experiences with coming out

The black couch was comfortable under your tense back. It was soft, molding perfectly into tired muscles and rigid spine. You could feel it was crazy expensive; style mixed with coziness that did nothing to ease your nerves.

You had to tell him. You had to, because it was important and the future of your relationship couldn't be built on lies or avoidant answers. But it was hard. Saying it out loud, into his eyes, forever teasing and intense. How could you face him and tell a man commanding desire that you did not crave it? No one fully understood. No one ever wanted to understand you; your experiences woven with awkward stares and confused glances of you will find the right person and just have fun a little. You know Sylus wouldn’t–

“I can hear you thinking, sweetie,” he said gently, his eyes flicking from the polished weapon to your hunched figure. His voice was deep as always, full of confidence, and yet you heard the thread of anxiety as he spoke.

Your first instinct was to deny it as you did these past few days, but it could not wait. If you were to be brave, it might have been now.

With a sigh you sat upright and Sylus stretched out his legs, arms reaching towards you. “Come here.”

You stood up and crossed the room, your feet heavy. It felt wrong to disrupt this quiet evening with a startling revelation. It would also feel wrong to conceal it any longer.

Sylus pulled you into his lap, facing him. It was a position of two lovers and passionate nights, of silent evenings and teasing confessions. Not overwhelming, scary truths.

He looked at you, gaze piercing through your soul. “Are you alright? You’re so quiet.” His hand reached to your cheek, his touch as gentle as a feather. “Did someone hurt you?”

You shook your head. “I have to tell you something.”

You felt Sylus tensing underneath you, thighs holding you more firmly, eyes sharpening. Your heart beat harder, thundering in your chest. This was it. A roll of a dice; another disappointment, another roll of eyes. 

There was a small voice in the back of your mind, one of your soul screaming to not be afraid. To trust.

As his hand grasped yours, you spoke, “I’m ace.”

The world tilted as Sylus blinked. Once, then again. “An ace at what?” he asked, confused.

The absurdity of the situation made you snort into his face. When he looked up, eyes searching yours for any answers, you couldn’t help a hearty laugh. “You’re such an old man, Sylus.”

“Hey,” he chided, voice devoid of any real hurt. The red of his gaze twinkled and he swiped his sleeve down his cheek, wiping down the remnants of your laughter. “I feel like I said something wrong.”

It was difficult to keep your anxiety when he looked like that. And so, your chest was a lot lighter when you said, “I’m asexual.”

A smile still played on his lips. “Okay,” he replied.

And nothing changed. There was no pit in your stomach or fire in your chest. His hands, big and warm, still rested on your hips. His pupils were still dilated when he looked at you.

“Okay?” you asked, brows furrowed.

“Okay,” he shrugged happily. “Congratulations.”

It somehow felt like a trick. “So, that means I feel no sexual attraction. It means I might not… want to have sex. Ever. So.”

He nodded. “Yes. Thank you for trusting me,” he titled his head, fingers finding your cheek again to stroke it gently. That was… That did not seem real.

“Sylus.” You readjusted on his lap. “Think this through. What I just said. I mean it. I know a lot of people don’t understand and they dismiss it. People think I need to wait, to find someone good for me, to fall in love, to try it before I swear it off. But I really mean it. It’s not a joke. I’ve never been with someone as close as I am with you, but I am certain about it,” you ranted. “There is a huge chance I won’t want to sleep with you. In any way. I don’t like it, I don’t like thinking about it, I don’t want to imagine it. The thought is– it’s repulsive.” He never interrupted you. His gaze remained steady, not teasing, just heavy with understanding. He let you speak your mind, and so you did. For the first time in your life, you did so freely. “I don’t find you repulsive. I find it repulsive.”

There was a beat of silence on his part after which he nodded. “I understand. I see you,” he gave your waist a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “Does any of that change anything about us? Do you still want us? Like this?”

There was a storm of thoughts and questions in your mind. Did he understand? Or did he think he understood? What if he said that but he wouldn’t be able to live that way? What if you finally let go and trusted someone only to be left one day? Could you blame him if he left? Could you survive it?

As if sensing your anxiety, he lifted his hand and placed a finger on your chest, right over your heart. “I love you,” he said, voice loud and clear. “I want to love you. I want to show you how much I love you. Sex is just one way of doing that. I still have the other million to let you know what you mean to me, sweetie,” he went on, words punctuated by the weight on your chest, your heart. It was hard to tear your gaze away from him when he made such claims, when you rested your hand on his chest and felt all of it was true. “Don’t let anyone control you, your thoughts or desires. I want you to take exactly what you want. What do you want?”

There was no hesitation in your voice. “I want you. I want us.”

The wide smile on his lips was the most genuine you’d ever seen. “I want that too.”

And before you leaned in to kiss him, to embrace him, you needed to know one more thing. “And if I do? Want to have sex.”

“Then I’d make sure you’d have lots of fun,” he pinched your side and you twitched. He laughed at your squirming. What an infuriating thing he was–

“I think I won’t want that, though.”

“Then I’ll make sure you enjoy your life just as much. Nothing changes.”

It was enough to breathe out the weight on your shoulders and chest, to let the tightness in your throat float away. You leaned down to wrap your arms around him, face hiding in the crook of his neck. His silver hair tickled your cheek as you nosed the sensitive skin and you smiled. When Sylus finally relaxed in your embrace, you made sure to bite his shoulder. As a little revenge.

His hold on you tightened in a way that promised the little fight of yours was not yet finished. “My soul recognizes your soul,” he whispered, “I know you. I see you.”

[oracleofapollon]

sylusmc drinking wine, playing vinyl music on his record and cuddling pretty pleaseeee

thank you for the request!! i had so much fun, hope i did it justice <3

Work was tough. Another day, another unexpected battle, stack of paperwork, pairs of prying eyes questioning your speed, methods, and approach. And even though you were always aware this was the price of being a hunter, it could weigh down on anyone.

The N109 zone was quiet. You appreciated that, especially after loud days, such as this one. Regardless of the late hour, the neon signs shone brightly in yellows and reds, and at some point they started feeling like stars welcoming you home.

In the dark, rain pattered against the grand window of Sylus’ bedroom in the Onychinus base. The sound was relaxing, if not a bit nostalgic. Outside, a storm might be brewing. Inside it was warm, fireplace cracking golden ambers.

You were sitting on the windowsill, nose almost plastered to the cold glass. When it became misty, you traced your nail against it, drawing little shapes and swirls.

You were far from Linkon, but you were home. And maybe the eternal night and everlasting danger would never make you think that way, but a certain person, accompanied by certain sidekicks (and maybe a certain bird) changed your mind quickly enough. And maybe you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A gentle knock interrupted your thoughts. Turning around from the grand view, you saw Sylus walking in the room with two glasses and a bottle propped up in his left arm. He closed the door behind him and raised a brow at you.

“You don’t have to knock on your own door, you know,” you said with a smile, standing up from your seat.

Sylus sent you a teasing look. “It’s your door as well.” He put everything on the nightstand on his side of the bed.

You glanced at him curiously. He was still clad in his black shirt and smooth pants, a leather belt around his hips. When you saw that he hadn’t changed, you thought he had to get out tonight, take care of business. Nevertheless, you plopped down on the bed, watching him.

With an effortless smirk, he turned around and went to the shelf where he kept his vinyl collection. Extending a hand, Sylus ran his fingers over differently colored covers. “Any mood preferences?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Hmm.” You reached over to the other side of the bed, trying to read the etiquette on the bottle he brought. Red, semi-sweet. It looked very fancy and very expensive. Probably cost more than your salary. “Saxes?” you murmured, studying the wine.

He snorted. “Okay.” 

“Hey! What’s wrong with sax?”

“Nothing, sweetie.” After a few clicks, a relaxing, rich sound of saxophone and piano filled the room. 

The music was perfectly decadent and soft, the twirling sounds washing over you in a curtain of comfort. Yes, he knew exactly what you needed. And you discarded the wine, almost closing your eyes and laying your head against fluffy pillows when-

When Sylus turned back around to face you, hands working at his belt. “Woah,” you startled and sat right up. “It’s that kind of night?” 

The excitement in your voice made his lips curve in a genuine smile. “You greedy thing,” he whispered, freeing the belt and setting it on a nearby loveseat, fingers reaching for the buttons. “I’m changing into pajamas. Since you’re already set for bed.” He nodded at you and your purple set.

“Boooring,” you sang in an insincere tone, quickly shuffling under the covers. Your thrilled voice did not change one bit as you patiently waited for him to join you in the silk sheets. 

“You’re not very believable, kitten,” he said lovingly as he sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for the bottle. He quickly opened it and filled two glasses with deep red liquid, passing you the wine first.

You propped yourself up against the headrest, accepting the glass from his outstretched hand. As Sylus settled into the bed, covered you both, and grabbed his own wine, you clinked the glasses.

“For the saxophones,” you said as he rolled his eyes.

“For the best hunter we have,” he added, taking a sip.

You would not admit the heat in your cheeks came from his silent remark and not the supple drink you tasted.

Sylus set his glass on the nightstand while you took one more big sip.

“You’re supposed to savor it, kitten.”

“You have too much money to skimp on me,” you bit back, setting the wine to the side.

He laughed, a deep, warm sound escaping him. “Come here,” he said, extending his arm towards you.

You scooted over to him very eagerly, arms wrapping tightly against his waist as your head hit his hard chest. This way, you could hear his frantic heartbeat mixing with the gentle sound of the vinyl. This way, his warmth seeped into you, making your muscles relax and prompting a content sigh from your lips.

“Tired?” he asked, big hand smoothing down your hair. It felt good, and warm, and safe.

“I love you,” you said gently.

His breath caught and his hold on your waist tightened. “I love you too,” he added, sentence finished with a soft kiss upon your forehead.

Far from Linkon, but home, indeed.

do NOT feed my work into ai.

can you guys tell im rusty LMAO

[oracleofapollon]

For your Sylus x reader drafts, maybe something fluffy and a little smutty?

Like reader having a stressful day and coming home to Sylus, who fucks the stress out then gives her aftercare (food? Movie?) so she can stop stressing?

thank you! it turned out a little longer than i thought (pun intended)

sylus x fem!reader smut

nsfw, mdni

“And then- you remember the guy from earlier? The one who bumped my shoulder and didn’t say thank you?” you went on, body twisted in a weird position on the sofa to face Sylus. He sat next to you, silently listening to your rant. He stopped his teasing as soon as he noticed you were genuinely upset and remained stoic ever since.

“Mhm,” he murmured, not dismissively, but quietly, encouraging you to go on with a small nod.

“I had one break this entire day. One break, Sylus, so I decided to grab lunch. And who was behind the counter when I entered the cafeteria? He was.” Your voice was laced with hot anger. “And I was too tired for another confrontation, and I knew I did not have much time until I had to go back, and I was scared he would mess up my order on purpose after I snapped at him…” You counted on your fingers all the reasons your day was shitty. From the lack of sleep to the weather – you were just really, really tired.

“But you ate something? You didn’t go hungry?” he asked, brows furrowed in concern.

“I did. I bought myself a sandwich and some chips. I’m not hungry, I’m just mad. Everything that could have gone wrong today, did go wrong. It’s like the universe is actively plotting against me.” With a deep sigh, you went slack on the sofa. There were three beats of silence before Sylus extended a hand towards you.

When you accepted it, Sylus gently pulled you towards him, towards safety. The side of your face was met with warmth as he held you, a strong arm wrapped around your waist as the other rested on your arm. As you sought hideaway in his neck, you felt him give you a sweet kiss on the crown of your head. That was enough to melt.

Sylus always had that gift – knowing exactly what you needed. So when you pulled back to kiss his lips and it turned heated and slightly desperate, it was no surprise that his eye gleamed in bloody red.

He chuckled lowly. “Tell me what you want. What you desire.” A lone finger caressed your cheek. The gesture was as tender as it was dangerous.

Your skin warmed at his bedroom voice, one that was reserved for your ears only. “Take my mind off of it?” you asked as you touched a lock of soft silver hair. 

Red seemed to drown you, closing in as he lowered himself slowly, prompting you to lie back. “How?”

You groaned at how infuriating he was. You were sure he let that teasing go a long time ago, but it seemed his fun started only now. You scowled at his stupid smirk. “Am I supposed to teach you? Shouldn’t you know it by now, after so much time you spent in my bed?” you hissed.

That did nothing to discourage him. Quite the opposite – you could have sworn his eye turned brighter. 

He leaned in, lips almost grazing yours. You pulled yourself up, desperate to close that gap and shut him up for good, but he turned his head and placed a lingering kiss on the side of your neck. You couldn’t help the shiver that escaped you.

“Fingers? Tongue? Maybe my thigh?” he taunted, left hand gathering your right wrist as the other hand made its way up your sweater.

You closed your eyes, basking in his attention. Your left hand crept up to his hair when his fingers grazed your sensitive breasts. You bit your lip and squirmed underneath him, begging for more, for anything more than this.

“Everything. Anything. Just–” you whined as he pulled his hands back, resting them on your sides. Opening your eyes, you were merely met with a smug expression.

“So greedy, kitten. I do not know what everything means. You have to be more specific before I decide for you.” He looked down at your lips, swollen and bitten. You couldn’t help licking them.

“Goddamn it, just shut up.” You gripped his hair tighter and smiled when he let out a startled laugh. The sound was familiar and domestic. You wished to hear it everyday, every hour.

“I can keep my mouth occupied,” he murmured with a lingering promise, lithe fingers quickly ridding you of your pants and underwear. 

You were already breathing heavily as cool air hit your blazing skin. You waited for the warmth of Sylus’ body on top of you, but that didn’t come.

You sighed in frustration as you looked up at him, breath catching in your throat. He looked positively undone – white shirt rumbled, dress pants showing his excitement, cheeks stained with pink, and his eyes – eyes looking you up and down, trailing from your lips to your chest, your stomach and right inbetween your thighs. He licked his lips.

“Take your top off,” he asked in a tone that made your body shudder. 

You were tired, but he looked too good not to tease him back. You chose payback as you said, “but you are fully clothed.”

He touched your ankle, dragging it over his shoulder as he lowered himself between your legs. He kissed your right thigh as he whispered, “I’m not the one who begged to be ravished.”

“I didn’t beg!” you huffed, but all protests died in your throat as he licked a long stripe right in the middle of your core, tongue flipping at the top. You moaned loudly when he took your clit into his lips and laughed, the vibrations prompting your fingers to twitch.

He pulled away, releasing you with a loud pop. “You’ll beg now, won’t you?” he asked sweetly, hand slowly making its way up your stomach, over to your sweater.

You shook your head, but pulled your top up. 

“No?” he whispered. At another shake of your head, he blew a warm breath on your wetness. 

“Sy!” you pushed his head. “You were told to shut up.”

“I would love to, but you never asked properly.” 

With a frustrated groan, you pulled him towards you. “Please,” you said quietly.

He went back to work, tongue swirling circles on you. One hand grabbed yours and pushed on your hip, keeping you in place, the other went lower, finger teasing to slide in. “Good girl.”

With his mouth and fingers it didn’t take long to unfold you, pleasure shooting hot inside your veins and shaking your legs. Sylus kept going, steadily through your release and gently until you pushed his shoulder. When you pressed your arm over your eyes and tried to calm down your breathing, he peppered your legs, stomach, and face in fluttering pecks.

“Shaky.” He smiled into your lips during a tender kiss, clean hand stroking your cheek.

It felt good, it always did, but you were insatiable tonight. You wanted more, especially after today. You needed more. You needed his lips and his embrace and his love. 

“Sylus.” You pulled at his belt, undoing it. He kissed your forehead and undressed, quickly joining you once more.

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised. And you believed it, because he always did. 

You moaned when he entered you, arms wrapping around his neck and nails digging into his shoulders. This, this was it. This was home.

His heated lips found yours and claimed you just as you claimed him, untamed and full of love. Each thrust was filled with a different vow, and each took you closer to the edge, to falling down and into him.

“Doing so well, sweetie,” he whispered. He looked right at you as he held you in his embrace, and sneaked one hand to draw tight circles with his thumb right where you needed it most.

“I- I’m gonna-”

“Let go,” he groaned breathlessly, head thrown back. Even in the highest pleasure, he still tended to you first. “Let go, kitten. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

With a loud moan came, walls fluttering and muscles spasming. Your nails raked over his shirt, thighs locking around his hips. Wild pleasure blinded you, erupting in crashing waves. You felt Sylus reach his own high, heard him lost in his own orgasm. 

When he sighed, you felt a kiss on your forehead, then another one on his cheek, and nose. You couldn’t help but smile when he grabbed you, effortlessly lifting you over his body and upon him as he settled on a couch that was too small for both of you. 

“Okay?” he asked, arms wrapping around you, his warmth calming down all of your wrung out nerves. Big hands smoothed down your back, over the curve of your backside, and back up.

“Perfect,” you whispered, a content smile on your face. “You always make me feel perfect. Loved. Safe.” The quiet of the room and the comfort of the afterglow always helped you voice the vulnerable truth.

“You are. Perfect and loved and safe,” he said, planting a kiss between each honeyed word. 

A few minutes of silent reverie passed. Neither of you spoke a word, yet you understood each other perfectly – all it took was a quick smooch, a content sigh or fingers intertwining to speak all the words needed.

Sylus was the one to break the silence. “Let’s have dinner.” He twirled a finger in your crumpled sweater, his breath tickling your face.

“Let’s not.” You angled your head to hide in the crook of his neck. When he laughed, you felt the sound in your cheek.

“Stubborn kitten. Didn’t I tire you out already?” he asked suggestively, reaching over you to the coffee table. You grumbled in response. “Hm… Sushi? Beef udon? Tofu steak with mushroom sauce and buttery potato puree?”

You turned in his embrace enough to be met with white light emanating from his phone. He was scrolling through a take-out app, but only stopping at fancy restaurants with weird, entitled-sounding names. “Can you just order pizza or something?” you asked, finger poking his side.

He flinched, trying to mask laughter. “So unrefined, sweetie. I present you with such delicious tastes and you dare ask for greasy, unauthentic pizza. Shame on you,” he teased, voice lined with tenderness only you knew. Before you could have responded, he was already adding all of your favorite toppings. And a drink. Oh, and dessert. “Well.” He looked up after paying. “You picked the bland food. Time for me to pick a movie.”

“God, Sylus,” you groaned. “Don’t pick another one of those boring-”

“Excuse me, kitten, you call retro movies boring after demanding a pizza made with-”

“Give me the remote.”

“No.”

“Give it to me!” You reached out, almost dropping from the couch. 

Red mist took the remote someplace over your head. “Will you say please?”

“Never.”

“You did ten minutes ago, though.” Sylus flashed you a smile with his white fangs peeking out.

“Go take a shower.” You pushed his shoulder. “You bore me.”

“Take one with me? I promise you won’t be bored.”

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[oracleofapollon]

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blurbs

wine, vinyl, cuddling

tired reader (18+)

coming out as asexual

needy kittylus

stopping sylus when you lose the mood

[oracleofapollon]

sylusmc drinking wine, playing vinyl music on his record and cuddling pretty pleaseeee

thank you for the request!! i had so much fun, hope i did it justice <3

Work was tough. Another day, another unexpected battle, stack of paperwork, pairs of prying eyes questioning your speed, methods, and approach. And even though you were always aware this was the price of being a hunter, it could weigh down on anyone.

The N109 zone was quiet. You appreciated that, especially after loud days, such as this one. Regardless of the late hour, the neon signs shone brightly in yellows and reds, and at some point they started feeling like stars welcoming you home.

In the dark, rain pattered against the grand window of Sylus’ bedroom in the Onychinus base. The sound was relaxing, if not a bit nostalgic. Outside, a storm might be brewing. Inside it was warm, fireplace cracking golden ambers.

You were sitting on the windowsill, nose almost plastered to the cold glass. When it became misty, you traced your nail against it, drawing little shapes and swirls.

You were far from Linkon, but you were home. And maybe the eternal night and everlasting danger would never make you think that way, but a certain person, accompanied by certain sidekicks (and maybe a certain bird) changed your mind quickly enough. And maybe you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A gentle knock interrupted your thoughts. Turning around from the grand view, you saw Sylus walking in the room with two glasses and a bottle propped up in his left arm. He closed the door behind him and raised a brow at you.

“You don’t have to knock on your own door, you know,” you said with a smile, standing up from your seat.

Sylus sent you a teasing look. “It’s your door as well.” He put everything on the nightstand on his side of the bed.

You glanced at him curiously. He was still clad in his black shirt and smooth pants, a leather belt around his hips. When you saw that he hadn’t changed, you thought he had to get out tonight, take care of business. Nevertheless, you plopped down on the bed, watching him.

With an effortless smirk, he turned around and went to the shelf where he kept his vinyl collection. Extending a hand, Sylus ran his fingers over differently colored covers. “Any mood preferences?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Hmm.” You reached over to the other side of the bed, trying to read the etiquette on the bottle he brought. Red, semi-sweet. It looked very fancy and very expensive. Probably cost more than your salary. “Saxes?” you murmured, studying the wine.

He snorted. “Okay.” 

“Hey! What’s wrong with sax?”

“Nothing, sweetie.” After a few clicks, a relaxing, rich sound of saxophone and piano filled the room. 

The music was perfectly decadent and soft, the twirling sounds washing over you in a curtain of comfort. Yes, he knew exactly what you needed. And you discarded the wine, almost closing your eyes and laying your head against fluffy pillows when-

When Sylus turned back around to face you, hands working at his belt. “Woah,” you startled and sat right up. “It’s that kind of night?” 

The excitement in your voice made his lips curve in a genuine smile. “You greedy thing,” he whispered, freeing the belt and setting it on a nearby loveseat, fingers reaching for the buttons. “I’m changing into pajamas. Since you’re already set for bed.” He nodded at you and your purple set.

“Boooring,” you sang in an insincere tone, quickly shuffling under the covers. Your thrilled voice did not change one bit as you patiently waited for him to join you in the silk sheets. 

“You’re not very believable, kitten,” he said lovingly as he sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for the bottle. He quickly opened it and filled two glasses with deep red liquid, passing you the wine first.

You propped yourself up against the headrest, accepting the glass from his outstretched hand. As Sylus settled into the bed, covered you both, and grabbed his own wine, you clinked the glasses.

“For the saxophones,” you said as he rolled his eyes.

“For the best hunter we have,” he added, taking a sip.

You would not admit the heat in your cheeks came from his silent remark and not the supple drink you tasted.

Sylus set his glass on the nightstand while you took one more big sip.

“You’re supposed to savor it, kitten.”

“You have too much money to skimp on me,” you bit back, setting the wine to the side.

He laughed, a deep, warm sound escaping him. “Come here,” he said, extending his arm towards you.

You scooted over to him very eagerly, arms wrapping tightly against his waist as your head hit his hard chest. This way, you could hear his frantic heartbeat mixing with the gentle sound of the vinyl. This way, his warmth seeped into you, making your muscles relax and prompting a content sigh from your lips.

“Tired?” he asked, big hand smoothing down your hair. It felt good, and warm, and safe.

“I love you,” you said gently.

His breath caught and his hold on your waist tightened. “I love you too,” he added, sentence finished with a soft kiss upon your forehead.

Far from Linkon, but home, indeed.

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can you guys tell im rusty LMAO

[oracleofapollon]

i'm accepting requests for sylus x reader! i would like to write some drabbles for him and get back to writing, so feel free to send me your ideas or thoughts so we can chat about him ♡ (rules)

[oracleofapollon]

maybe a month too late, but i wanna talk about darkbound souls

i'm really unsatisfied with the analysis of this card and it lives rent free in my mind 😭 the majority of my timelines was just people arguing with each other about whether their fetishes got confirmed or not and no one was talking about the card yk

choosing sylus as a LI for me came very easily because he is the only character i know who values freedom and agency as much as i do. and DS? all about MC's freedom and agency.

throughout the entire story MC is struggling with the fact someone put a bounty on her. she is sad, frustrated, lost, torn between trusting the HA and doubting it would find the perpetrator and punish him. she spends her vacation worrying away. sylus never once forces her into anything, even though he sees exactly what she wants.

he is like a little devil on her left shoulder, except he only wants her to express herself. to take what she wants and she needs. he feeds her desire because she can cultivate it, because she deserves it. orders more lasagna for her, just because she likes it. challenges her in the way they do.

never once does he make the decision himself. he does not find graymist to punish him on his own. he waits for her sign. when she says she's ready, he's right there behind her.

when she chooses not to hurt graymist, he never tries to change her mind. he asks why, never in a prying, how could you way. sylus never wanted her to act like he wants - he only wanted her to make a choice for herself, to be free to decide. and once she decided, he wouldn't hold her own will against her.

sylus wants MC to be greedy not for his sake or because this is how he is and expects the same from his partner, but because MC is greedy in her heart and she's holding herself back because in her mind she is not supposed to act that way. she has reservations because she has standards to uphold to, created by the association, as well as by society.

sylus sees this and feels this. they are one soul split in two. they are the same.

and this entire card is full of love. truly, in my opinion, it is one of the sweetest cards ever. sex/desire/passion does not exclude softness.

MC plops down on the floor in starfish position and sylus is right there with her. she breaks the bed and sylus gets really worried she hurt herself. she decides to sleep on him and he says it's a good choice because she always sleeps well there. finally, he gives her an outfit and jokes she can just go naked, since he's the only one watching her.

the way all of their interactions are domestic, comfortable, full of love and familiarity (even - or especially - the teasing ones) is truly what they deserve after everything that has happened in their previous lives. this is the longest they have been together, the longest they can enjoy each other's company, and the most time they had to discover one another. and you can see that.

finally, the kindled is just as full of love as the entire card. they tease each other like crazy with MC tapping his cheek, biting him, saying he's too heavy. this is that comfortable banter we hear in their secret times, rivalry that gets them going but never crosses the line of safety.

they both have always been outcasts, monsters, they have been hunted and hurt, and so the trust they put in each other is even more evident. sylus, who used to cut off his horns, trusts MC with her hands on his head. sylus, the archfiend feared for his power and fangs smiles at MC biting his chest, right next to his heart.

sylus, whose eyes shine when he desires her, asking MC to tell him she wants him. and it's not possessive, never about taunting her or making her feel small, it's not the predatory "you fell into my trap, admit it, i have you wrapped around my finger". it's a man who's been hurt, who wants to hear she accepts him fully. fiend and all.

and so the kindled is full of passion and that unfiltered fun, them letting go and being playful, teasing. their love and sex are never suffocating, heavy, never dominating in that violent way that takes away the agency, that feels unsafe. this is their safety - the challenge, the betting, their competitiveness. that's their choice.

and all of that is filled with love. the hugs, the jokes, they way sylus takes MC's face in his hand and turns it to the side so he can smother more of her face/neck in kisses. and the way he calls her cute while giving her the good stuff 🙂‍↕️

also worth mentioning: MC calling sylus her creditor, her debt collector. sure, the debt is the bet she lost that makes her not use her hunter watch when she's with him. but i think the name is fitting, considering how she cursed him, making them soulmates. they are two parts of a whole, taking and giving each other. both a creditor and a debtor of the other one. mutual obligation, if you will.

studying obligations right now couldnt help myself

[naomiarai]

by now, sylus is completely used to your nonsense. he dosen’t even blink when you use his head like a canvas.

it’s a lazy evening at the base. you are both tangled up together on the big leather sofa, completely relaxed. sylus is lying back against the cushions, his body serving as your personal mattress. he has one arm wrapped securely around your waist, fingers rubbing slow, soothing circles into your hips.

you, however, are busy.

you have a handful of pastel colored, sparkly star hair clips scattered across his shirt. one by one, you gather up his silver hair and carefully snap the pretty clips into his hair, parting his bangs so they’re pinned completely back

sylus dosen’t move a muscle to stop you. he just lies there, chin titled slightly to give your hands more room, completely unbothered by the growing constellation on his head.

“there,” you whisper, admiring the blue, pink, yellow and purple clips decorating his hair. “you look absolutely adorable!”

sylua slowly opens his eyes. his crimson gaze is heavy lidded, fond and full of amusement as he looks a the proud smile on your face.

“am i pretty enough for you now, sweetie?” he says, purposely making his voice high pitched. you snort.

“the prettiest,” you tease, reaching up to gently tap on the pink star right next to his temple. “the fierce leader of onychinus defeated by hair accessories.”

sylus lets out a low, deep chuckle–a sound that almost always makes your heart skip a beat. a slow smirk spreads across his handsome face.

“if defeat is watching you smile and get all happy when you decorate my hair, i’ve been winning for far too long,” he murmurs smoothly, his red eyes gleaming with warmth. “besides if i’m your captive, shouldn’t you be keeping a closer eye on me?”

instead of rolling over to pin you or tease you, sylus just shifts slightly to nestle you deeper into his side. he slides his hand from your hip, his long fingers gently cupping your cheek. he nuzzles his face downward, peppering your face with gentle kisses.

“sylus!” you giggle, enjoying his affection.

sylus smiles, nudging his nose against yours before pressing a kiss to it. “let’s just stay right here.” he whispers against your lips now, voice dropping into a sweet murmur.

you melt instantly, your heart doing a happy flip as you lean up and press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. when you pull back, the sparkly clips are still sitting perfectly, catching the dim light of the room. sylus lets out a deeply content sigh, burying his face into your hair.

“close your eyes, sweetie” he whispers, fingers running through your hair. “your captive isn’t going anywhere.”

[naomiarai]

sylus is trying to read a report on his tablet.

you’re sitting on the floor, right next to his legs, ignoring him. instead, you have a pad of bright yellow sticky notes. you’re writing silly things on them and sticking them all over his pants.

this human belongs to me.

shiny things collector.

long leg man.

very expensive pants.

sylus dosen’t stop you. he just shifts his leg slightly so you have a flat space to write. he looks handsome– his silver hair a little messy, dark sleeves rolled up to his elbows and collar open. mephisto is perched on the arm of the sofa, watching you. the mechanical crow lets out a sharp caw and suddenly hops down, grabbing the sticky note pad with his beak.

“hey! give that back,” you yell, reaching for him.

mephisto drops the pad right into sylus’s lap, and flies up to the ceiling, clicking his beak at you in a very smug way.

“i someone wants to start a fight,” sylus murmurs, a lazy rumble vibrating in his chest. he reaches down and peels one off his leg, reading it with a small smirk. “so, i belong to you, sweetie?”

“you know you do,” you say, leaving over his knees to reach for the pad. “now give it back, i have more notes to write.”

before you can scramble and grab it, his hand shoots out. his long fingers, wrap firmly around your waist. with one smooth, effortless lift, he pulls you straight up off the floor. then, you feel the red and black coils of his evol wrapping around you. you let out a gasp as you fly through the air, landing in his lap.

sylus’s rather massive arms wrap around your body, securing your back firmly against his broad chest. he’s so big and warm that you feel completely swallowed by him, your nose buried in the rich scent of his cologne.

“sylus!” you huff, face burning hot.

“quiet down, sweetie. you’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn.” sylus says smoothly, his ruby eyes gleaming with mischief.

sylus presses a kiss to your cheek, before grabbing a pen from his pocket. he casually strikes out the ‘me’ from the sticky note and writes his name.

then, he sticks it gently right onto your forehead.

“hey!” you laugh, trying to swat his hand.

sylus catches your wrist easily, his voice dropping to a find velvety whisper. he uses his thumb to turn and tilt your chin up, making you look at him.

“there,” he teases, his thumb rubbing a warm lazy circle into your jawline. “fair is fair. now it’s official. you belong to me too. any objections?”

“you’re ridiculous,” you mumble, giving up your fight and curling closer into his chest to hide your blushing cheeks.

sylua lets out that low, satisfied laugh, the one you love so much. he tightens his arms around you, locking you into his warmth so thoroughly you can’t move.

“good,” he whispers, leaning down to press a sweet, lingering kiss right over the sticky note on your forehead. “then you’re staying right here. don’t move.”

[cookiecreatesforyou]

Sylus spanking MC in the latest banner got me. 

Tags: Spanking, Aftercare, Sylus being a teasing little shit as usual, Gender-Neutral Pairing: SylusxYou Word count: 1,326K

I can just imagine Sylus itching to get his hands on you after a day of you fully teasing him. 

He’d stalk slowly towards the couch, not a word said as he lays down his black coat neatly on the armrest of the couch agonisingly slow, slender fingers smoothing out the fabric and feigning flicking specs of lint, all the while a knowing smirk ghosts his face as you watch curiously from afar, each second of suspense increasing your heartbeat. 

“Curious, sweetie?” His deep voice rumbles from the couch before he sits down, tantalisingly slow. That bastard manspreads across the couch, his tall ass figure taking up the whole space. He slides one palm down his left thigh, raising his hips to adjust his pants while his eyes are trained on you. Holding out his other hand, he beckons you closer. Only for you to stop right between his legs and think you’re about to cuddle on his lap, he pats his left thigh. 

“Bend over.” 

The two words knock the air out of your lungs, but something about his commanding voice makes you comply. You hesitantly climb up his lap like a kitten exploring its territory, with your ass perched up and on display for Sylus. 

“Since you were being so bold the whole day, let me return the favor, kitten.” 

“Sylus, I didn’t mean to—” Your words die in a hiss when you feel his right palm gently slide up the curve of your ass, and you can feel him relishing the feeling of the soft flesh under his fingers. No matter how beautiful you’d looked in those pictures you’d sent, it didn't hold a candle to the real thing. 

“Didn’t mean to, huh?” He teases as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your flimsy shorts, tugging them down just below to rest on your thighs. You bite your lip, now exposed to the cool air of the living room, and you bury your face into the armrest right onto his coat, nervous for what’s to come. 

“It’s just…you were taking so long, and I was…mmf–bored.” You try to reason in a meek voice but Sylus isn't fully paying attention to your words. He’s too busy enjoying the goosebumps leaving a trail on the flesh of your ass as he slowly glides his fingers across your bare skin. 

“And just how many pictures did you send me while I was in the middle of a negotiation?” He asks cooly, but you can almost hear the crack in his voice, as if he were remembering the various pictures you’d sent him during the night. They’d begun cute, with you wearing just his grey sweatshirt, clearly oversized on you. One too many pictures later, the sweatshirt was long forgotten. 

“I…umm, I think six.” 

“Seven. You sent me seven pictures of yourself while I was in the middle of a deal. Each one more filthy than the previous one.” He reminds you. Sylus then grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes it, causing you to arch up into him as a muffled whimper leaves your mouth. He leans down right beside your ear to whisper, “So that means I get to give you seven spanks, yes? Seven times for being a diiirty little thing.”  

You shiver when his warm breath ghosts your ear, your ass reaching up instinctively as if to present yourself more to the man looming over you.  

“Baby, I didn't know you were in the middle of something importa–” 

Your words die in your throat when the first spank hits, making you lurch forward a bit in his lap. 

“Tch.” He responds, palm smoothing down the reddening skin lovingly, his actions a stark contrast to what he’d just done. 

“You say you’re sorry. That’s your line, kitten.” 

The next spank lands on your other cheek, making you clench the armrest. The sting only heightened the pleasure surging through your body. Your face was buried on Sylus’s coat that hung off the armrest, the smell of rich cologne and the faint smell of gun powder only making you slightly dizzy. Sylus stops his actions for a second to look at you from the side to ensure you’re okay, but his grin resumes when you lift your head up. 

“S-sorry. I’m…sorry.” You pant out. 

“I never doubted that you were a quick learner. No wonder you’re one of the Association’s top Hunters.” 

“Don’t…don’t patronize me, Sylus.” There’s still fight in your voice, but you’re too busy being lost in the sauce. 

The next three spanks come without warning, each one making you arch your back and shut your eyes as you take in the feeling of his large hand delivering them to you. 

“Fuck! ’m sorry! I’mmm sorry…so sorry, Sylus.” You start babbling as his hands come down to smooth your skin again, his red eye now beginning to emit a faint glow. He couldn't help but huff to himself, noticing how your ass was now as red as the color of his eyes. 

“Good fucking job, kitten. You’re taking them so well.” His voice comes out strained as his own breathing gets erratic.  

He places his other hand right where your back arches to keep you in place and to ground himself. The desire that he could see sparking in you caused him to grow in his pants. The fact that the front of your hips ground on his clothed cock didn't help either. 

“I’m starting to think that you’re enjoying this, kitten. Your desire is as clear as day.” 

“Yeah? A fiend…such as yourself would…mmf–know that.” 

Your response was rewarded with another spank, hitting you right in the middle of the flesh, making you yelp out and grab the armrest again, while the other hand dangled off it in defiance. Your toes curled as you sat in the after sting for a bit, tilting your head to take a peek at Sylus. 

He looked absolutely blissful. With his ears a deep shade of red, his lips were slightly parted as his focus was solely on your ass as if he was contemplating something. The glow in his eye seemed to be brighter, and you couldn't help but muster a victorious smile. 

Just as before you were about to deliver a clever remark, Sylus bends down and bites your ass, teeth sinking into your sore ass. He then sticks out his tongue, licking the blossoming teeth marks to soothe the bite. He smiles at it proudly for a second as your whole body clenches, having half a mind to wipe that shit-eating grin on his face. 

“Hey! That doesnt count!” You breathe out heavily, tilting your head to look up at him. 

“Is that so? And who made you in charge of the rules tonight?” He asks as he delivers the next spank without warning, again. 

At this point, you give up. There’s no fighting this man, so clearly starved, hard, and down bad for you. 

“I’m sorry.” You mumble softly, already dreading thinking about sitting down tomorrow normally. 

“There we go.” He chides, before leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Last one.” 

With that, he rubs your ass tenderly before delivering the last spank, making you let out a loud moan as you take it in, maybe a bit dejected that it was fully over. 

Sylus leans down again, but this time, instead of biting your ass, he places small kisses along your skin as he mumbles, “You did so well. So fucking good for me, kitten.” 

“I’m sorry, baby. Had I known, I wouldn't have sent that while you were in the middle of something so important.”

“It’s quite alright, sweetie. The twins took over. After all, it’s why I left the negotiation early so I could come see you.” He replied as he reached to the side to pick up some ointment.

“Now, sweetie, how sore are you, or can you still keep going for the second round?”

A.N: Well, this was supposed to be a short headcanon but turned into a full drabble. I can't wait for the new spring banner y'all. Thanks for trying this cookie!