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Hello~ I'm Ame and I'm 22 ^^
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sylusmc commission w fem sylus
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♠.. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐫𝐧 (。々°）
.. minors dni ..
NSFW drabble, Fem AFAB reader. Warnings: Slow burn, dirty talk, pet-play? (≖ᴗ≖ ✿)
It is difficult to get him jealous, nearly impossible. Sylus is far too secure, it stemmed from his astute sense of self. After all, he's built everything from the ground up, crawled himself out of hell to get where he is now and woven wealth out of shadows. In every way and more, Sylus is the uncrowned king of the N109 zone, so a man that's so self made just cannot be thawed with insecurity.
Until ofcourse, you showed up.
Jealousy had always been something trivial for him, but around you it sneaked up so easily, it was alarming. Even the politest of smiles and the most innocent glances had him clenching his fists.
Most people would fidget under prying eyes, twiddling thumbs and shuffling when they feel people's gazes. But nothing really bothered Sylus. He never felt the urge to act a certain way in the presence of others, he was too used to having the gazes on him. Unfortunately nowadays, the gazes seemed to shift past his form, pinning on someone he had on his arm. All of a sudden he was hyper aware of everything. He would find himself slipping an arm around your waist, tugging you closer to whisper in your ear and pressing a ghost of a kiss against the nape of your neck. You were his, and the prying eyes had to know that.
That man is too proud to actually admit that he is jealous. He tries to play it off, his arrogant smile not faltering for a second, disliking how he's letting his emotions get the better of him. And he knows it's no fault of his beloved, so he tries to find other ways to channel those... urges.
You would think he'd have you kneeling immediately but Sylus' jealousy isn't harsh on you. Its all pearls and silk. This time it started with a gift.
His gift stands to true to the way he usually addresses you. It's fancy, and frilly, with a golden bell seemingly sewn into it. Yup. The more you look at it, the more it looks like a fucking cat collar.
The collar is crafted from lace and it sits delicately against your skin. The bell jingles as he pulls you closer, tracing the lovely pattern with his fingers. The touch is harmless but it still sends shivers down your spine.
"It suites you kitten." He hums. His fingers glide under your jaw, turning your face ever so lightly to press a kiss on the corner of your mouth. His scent crawls over you, grazing your skin as if its ghosting over your soul. He seems drained of his usual impatience, practically purring as he peeled each item of clothing leisurely, lips barely touching your skin.
It pins you in the moment, forcing you to feel the ebbing need as each second passes by. Its torturous how he touches you then, featherlight kisses over your skin, and praises that have you blushing under him. He knows how to please you so well, but he teases you too much fingers never pressing down hard enough, only glazing off your sensitive parts.
By the times he's done, he only left the collar on you.
His fingers trailed down your stomach, "Maybe i should have gotten you kitty-ears and a tail too. What now? you're squeezing your pussy at just me saying that?" He says, his tone makes you squeeze your legs together, his cranberry eyes drink up your bare frame. The gaze itself felt smiting, the imprint of his cock straining his trousers painfully taunt.
But every time you fingers reach to slide up his cock, he just peels your fingers away, clicking his tongue, "Don't make me pin you down with my evol, sweetie. You don't get to touch me today."
It was just too much, it has you griding your raw cunt against his clothed bulge, as you plead him to fuck you. To let you cum on his fingers or mouth, but he wasn't giving you that privilege today. Within moments he has his evolve pressing your wrists into the bed as he drags his veiny cock along your folds, the swollen tip rubbing up against your clit in a pang of momentary pleasure before he drew back again. It builds your pleasure painfully close to your release, only to pull away entirely later.
It makes you whine, buckling your hips back for more friction. Even though he had even traded his usual filth for overbearing praises, they somehow sounded even dirtier than usual. When he finally gave in to you, he wants you finishing on his cock with your cute collar jingling with every stroke.
It is difficult to get him jealous, nearly impossible. But when he does, he finds his salvation in way you desperately beg for him, fisting his hair as he drags his tongue over your folds, in all the times the act is breathless and needy and in how hard your walls grip him as he fucks into you. As he sees you sprawled for him, juices dripping down on his silk sheets eyeing him with that overstimulated lovesick gaze, so fucked out but still begging him to fill you up again, his jealousy is finally satiated.
Not to mention he'd love if you pick out a matching dog collar for him later, something with spikes that spells his name out in diamonds.
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The myth card>>>>>> Helloooo????? I watched Dracula 2025 recently and the parallels??? not just in its gothic aesthetic, but Count Dracula and Sylus yearn for their beloved in such similar ways.
Their love flows the same way, the kind you can drown in. Passionate and all consuming yet not aggressive. The count looses his one love and the loss makes him turn against God, it condemns him to a fate worse than death. An existence that is wretched and heartbreakingly isolating.
The count is left to starve on his own hope that one day he will reunite with his love. But as the years pile on, we realise it's not the fate of a lover. Rather, its the perfect recipe for making a madman, a serial killer, someone devoid of empathy. A monster that doesn't owe kindness to the world. And after everything he had been through, of course he'd want to burn it down.
But that doesn't happen.
The count's love doesn't change, he doesn't grow bitter. Even when he finally sees his love after 400 years, who has completely forgotten him, he doesn't feel entitled to her.
Despite his ability to use force, he tries to win her heart all over again. He's selfless and kind and cautious of not scaring her with his devotion. And even if in the end she was to not choose him, he wouldn't hold it against her. Because that's true love.
AAHHHH with sylus it really comes down to consent.
I remember reading a Sylus fic, where the grasslands have this 'mating ritiual' the champion and his lover must perform. The catch is that the mating needs to be public , 'to ensure the progeny of the tribe' and so sylus is super sweet with the reader, constantly trying to cover them as much as he can during it.
But can we have an alternative ending where reader is shamelessly loud and proud about it? just pushes the man down and absolutely rides the daylights outta him in front of the tribe elders? pls? should i just vomit a oneshot outtt?/
i love it when fish are like
GIRLLL THEY RUINED BRANDONNNNNNNNNN OMGGGG.
THIS IS WHAT HAPPPENS WHEN YOU LET AI MAKE ART BITCH.
LOOORDDD MY XAVIER GIRLIES ARE WINNING
"The dead are trapped in a perpetual cycle-"
Why does long hair Xavier remind me of the death card from tarot T^T,
"Life and death hand in hand, all must die"
Along with being a grim reaper, the death card signifies the end of a cycle, and so the beginning of a new one. The grim on the horse wears an obsidian armour depicting the finality of death.
"I curse you to never find deliverence?!" Ummmmmm????????????????/
aLsoo it sounds like Xavi was 'cursed'??? a king of old maybeee? doomed to be forever entrapped in this land where he must reap over and over again only for things to regenerate. urghhhhhh i love it.
ALSO? When Xav says
"May your last words come to fruition"
After the voice literally says "May you be devoured in the act of slaughter?"
Makes me think he was definitely cursed to be immortal. When someone wishes death upon him all he can say is 'I hope that comes true welp'.
Yall im excited
Sylus has had his fair share of nightmares. His brain just cancels them out at this point, the screaming and gunshots nothing more than white noise. Some might stir him awake at times, but it's nothing that has him jerking awake. After all, the 'nightmares' are just things his brain made up. So they didn't matter.
But once in a while, it's something else entirely. Things that he knows weren't the making of his mind.
Dragon dreams, they used to call them, premonitions. The deep set magic of his kind surfacing in a cryptic, strange way.
Those weren't nightmares.
Its always the same. Sylus can feel the frost seep through his shoes as he watches the paddy field ripple with the wind, calm and rehearsed, a flatstone skipping on water.
The dreams are silent and long, washed crimson like he's watching it through his own mist. There's no gore, no chaos, just a wicked stillness of something ancient that takes the form of the wind rolling through a paddy field. It whips through the harvest and washes over him, warm like the breath of an invisible beast.
There's no people around, none he can see anyways, absolutely nothing in sight but the paddy. And although he hasn't seen anything like it, Sylus knows he has been here before. Maybe in the past, maybe in a different body. Maybe. He can tell there's sweat that lines his back and a numbness that spreads through his fingers, because despite the emptiness of the world before him, he can feel a presence.
Something as old as the frost under his feet and the chill in his bones.
It holds him audience for a long time and he just knows it's a warning.
This beast, invisible and powerful, more of a concept than anything solid was cautioning him.
The dread that creeps up to him then, is instinctual, that of an antelope catching the sounds of a predator low in the grass.
In that moment he knows something was coming, creeping up to him as he sleeps in the real world.
That's what makes him jump, heart hammering and fingers already coiled around the trigger of the gun under his pillow. That's what has him reaching for you, to make sure you're still there. It strips him of the exhaustion, the hair on the back of his neck standing straight as he makes his way out of bed. He just has to get whatever was coming at him, before it did.
Sylus's dragon instincts kicking in the moment he sees you. He has lived as a human for so long that he truly believed he could cloak his dragon antics. But the moment you come in the picture, all the restraint is throw out the window.
Now he must gather strange trinkets to create the perfect nest for you.
Usually, the way dragons make nests is by decorating it with objects that make their mates comfortable. So it's in his blood to observe things, textures and smells that put you at ease. He gets everything you are drawn to, everything you use in casual small ways to make this home. So that when he's done, the nest is full of everything you find enchanting.
At this point its purely instinctual, if you find comfort and happiness in getting something, his fingers twitch and he has to add it to this 'secret' nest.
The problem is that you're SO CHEAP, it drives him insane. It would be so much easier if you were into pink diamonds and expensive smells. But no you like 2 dollar ramen packets and NOW he's compelled to hoard that crap despite himself. He never thought having to build a nest would be so embarrassing, but your lifestyle has him buying retail. 50% off bathroom slippers and those buy 1 get one free face masks. You even have him slipping freebies in his pockets.
No way in hell he wants all that, but unfortunately its not something he can control XD.
DRABBLE! SYLUS WITH BRAT READER THAT WANTS TO TEASE HIM.
. "how did I forget kittens are predators?" .
warnings: gun play? edging. ' Minors DNI
The task feels herculean at first. Sylus doesn't get jealous and its impossible to physically force him to bend. Always a pace quicker and a phrase wittier to let you get under his nerves.
But there's one line he will absolutely never cross.
Because no matter how many bottles of wine down or how insatiably desire roars in his ears, Sylus always stops when you tell him to.
It's downright wicked how you play with this boundary of his. Even in moments when he seems too far gone to hear you, in times that calling it madness would be more appropriate, when you two are surrounded by a heat so all consuming that you can taste it in your breath, all it takes is the gentlest finger on his lips and the beast shudders to a halt.
Sylus waits for an action to follow your gesture but the moment just stills longer. The sound he makes first is a grumble of confusion, turning into a scoff of disbelief as he realises what you're doing. You're joking, He thinks,
"sweetie?" he says, trying to pick at the loose ends of your mischief. But you had drawn the line in sand, as obviously as you could, already shuffling to your side of the bed. You were done, reclusing him to his side of the bed or challenging him to do something about it.
It doesn't take long for him to crack under this charade. Fairly impressed at you finding this loophole and mostly frustrated at your behaviour.
He really tries to grapple back that control, making you suck off his revolver as 'punishment'. But immediately grows hard at how shamelessly you drag your tongue along the barrel. Ends of your mouth tugging in a smirk as you refuse to break eye contact, letting him know that you intent to do exactly that and so much more to him.
It was enthralling just how much control you had on him. How easily that surrender comes to him. He could have you kneeling between his legs and still it would take less than a bated breath to make the head of Onychinus buckle.
Really, who's the real fiend here?
Hrrrr mimimi hrrrrr mimimi
@manjarundirpakdingo something you'd like
Pervy! Boyfriends with unassuming partners that are faced with immediate guilt after thinking of you in a sexual way. Everything you do is so fucking hot to them that they just can't help it T^T.
They lovee you, and they looveee your body. The smallest of gestures, just the way your body naturally moves has them completely distracted. All you have to do is lean over to grab a book and they're creaming at how your midriff peeks out of the shirt. They immediately want to grab at the waist, brush their fingers against your bare skin and watch you squirm because you're ticklish.
It's like you have them in a love spell, rosemary, crow bones and incantations. But you're so unassuming :((, they think of you as this sweet precious baby, their baby. Everything about your presence so lovely and enchanting. That It's gross and icky to them how much they just want to think about fucking you. Of bending you over and edging you with their fingers, of finishing on your pretty face and have you squeeze their cock with your hands.
He deserves endless torture for so audaciously daydreaming about you this way. You're just trying out clothes, it does not have to be sexual. But you look so so good in everything, nicely asking his opinions when all he can think of is getting off to you in those pants. He wants to cry. And if you send him a cute selfie he actually will, well, jack off to it first and then cry in his pillow about it.
CHILDE, CALEB :(, YUTA, Asahi lmao, Kaveh, SANJI
I need to carnally write a overstimulated Sylus drunk sex fic with the sloppiest toe curling blow job because my period hormones are all over the fucking place LORD SAVE ME
I need NEED a sylus napping in MC's pink room artwork pls
We talk about Rafayel's iconic hospital reaction but can you imagine the day he spent at the hospital.
Bro actively pretended to be diabolically ill so MC can come visit him.
The entire time he's giddy imagining how you would throw the door open dramatically and run to his bed side, eyes glistening with worry.
Knowing Rafayel he probably acted the whole scene out by himself in the room, practicing how he would gaze sadly outside the window like some doomed anime character meant to die before the series ended.
The hospital staff is at their wits end. At least he stopped calling the reception every 5 minutes to ask if someone was here to see him yet, but now every time the nurse enters the room (To suggest he leaves) she finds him posing like some ailing Victorian child on the bed. Hands folded on his chest, eyes lidded (He is a painter he knows exactly how to set the scene). Dramatically he'll flutter his eyes open like the sudden intrusion has awakened him from a feverish sleep and then groan when he notices its not you. Now, the hospital staff have a bet going on, they have never seen someone get stood up at a hospital before.
By the afternoon he's angy. >:/ Do you not even care that he's in the HOSPITAL? He could be in excruciating pain!? needing emergency surgery. A CAT could have been here, they let those thing in anywhere now. Fine. he'll give you a piece of mind when you do get here.
