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[strawberrywein]

early snowcrowmc #thoughts

[snowprincessnami]

Drabble - Sylus

Sylus proposes to you with a ring of the first bullet you ever shot, it broke open like a flower

Bonus, you shot it at him but missed (grazed him ever so slightly the blood stain coloured the ring you wear every day)

inspo:@/bulletbloom on IG

might get back into fic writing with this as my entryway into the lads space♥

[junyyyyy]

June being dominant with Sylus ࿐࿔

cw: MDNI, nsfw, morning s€x, +18, Sylus x yumesona, yumeship

Quick reminder: June is my yumesona. She's genderfluid, so I accept any and all pronouns for her. She can be very dominant with my Sylus (and he obviously loves it). Also, keep in mind that June is a total tomboy at times, has poor hygiene (even though Sylus tries to force them to maintain at least a minimum standard) and is a nerd/loser. You can relate to her on certain points if you want ofc, but please don't get upset if she does or says things you dislike. She's a full-fledged yumesona, so if you feel offended, just go read something else, thanks. Doubles can interact !✩࿐࿔

Sylus was waiting for his turn to go to the bathroom. He was lying in bed, naked after the torrid night they’d shared. Meanwhile, June was in the bathroom taking a shower (which she hadn't taken the night before either — sorry, but this person has a "gamer hygiene"...). When she finally emerged after spending forty-five minutes talking to herself in the mirror, she was wearing knee-length denim shorts bought from the men's section and a white top with straps crisscrossing around her neck and a lowercut. If the fabric shifted even slightly, you could catch a glimpse of her juicy boobs. Sylus watched her closely, he felt his cock hardening beneath the sheet but managed to keep his cool. When June returned, she lay down beside him, her breasts bounced rhythmically as she sank back onto the large bed. Sylus’ red eyes fixed on her chest, catching a glimpse of her cleavage. June tried to meet his gaze, and when he finally looked up, she gave him that signature look of hers :

An invitation that said, "Go ahead, touch, it's what you want, isn't it?" She had managed to flip the dynamic between them once again. Sylus reached out, grabbed her left boob, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"You're soft, sweetie" he said, his eyes tracing her hair that was still curly from the shower.

"Right?" she smirked, straddling him and wrapping her soft hand around his cock.

"Already ? Now ? In the morning ??" he asked, grabbing both her boobs to knead them while pulling down the fabric of her top.

June let out a moan, her voice a little too high-pitched for the "tomboy" persona she claimed to have.

"Oh, Kitten, are you sure you can handle this role?" he teases, wearing that annoying smirk of his.

"Come on, I don’t have much to do today and for once, you aren't sleeping at the N109 Zone..." She starts jerking his cock faster and faster.

Sylus growls, "Damn it, you always win."

June’s lips close around Sylus’ hard cock, and she moves in deep, rhythmic strokes. Sylus helps hold her hair back.

He wouldn't dare admit it out loud, but damn, he loves being dominated by his wife.

[syln109z]

Distracting the Boss

Sylus had been working for nearly an hour when you decided you had suffered enough.

The study was quiet save for the occasional click of his keyboard and the faint rustle of paperwork.

He sat behind his desk, sleeves rolled to his forearms, silver hair falling slightly over his eyes as he reviewed a report with the sort of concentration that made interruption feel almost criminal.

Almost.

You approached without a word.

Sylus glanced up.

His crimson eyes followed you as you came around the desk.

“What are you doing?”

You didn't answer.

Instead, you slipped between his knees and carefully lowered yourself onto his lap.

For perhaps three seconds, he simply stared at you.

Then one dark eyebrow lifted.

“Bold.”

You smiled innocently, wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders.

“I missed you.”

“You saw me twenty minutes ago.”

“That was twenty minutes too long.”

A quiet huff of amusement escaped him.

His hand settled naturally against your waist, though his other remained stubbornly on the mouse.

“You're aware I'm working, kitten.”

“Mhm.”

“And yet you're sitting on me.”

“Mhm.”

“And you have no intention of moving.”

You shook your head.

“None.”

Sylus studied you for another moment before turning his attention back to the screen.

“Fine.”

You blinked.

Fine?

He actually returned to work.

You frowned, shifting slightly in his lap.

His hand immediately tightened around your waist.

“Careful.”

“You're ignoring me.”

“I'm working.”

“You can multitask.”

“I can.”

His fingers moved across the keyboard.

“You're simply not making a very convincing argument for why I should.”

You narrowed your eyes.

So this was how he wanted to play.

You leaned forward, resting your chin against his shoulder.

Sylus continued reading.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Nothing.

Another to his jaw.

Still nothing.

You kissed the corner of his mouth.

His typing stopped.

Slowly, Sylus turned his head toward you.

There it was.

That look.

The faintest hint of a smirk curved his lips.

“Finished?”

“No.”

You kissed him properly this time, lingering just long enough to make his composure crack.

When you pulled away, his crimson eyes were fixed entirely on you.

“That's better,” you whispered.

“I see.”

His hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

“You've finally managed to identify the flaw in my productivity.”

You smiled.

“What flaw?”

“You.”

His lips brushed your forehead.

“Terribly distracting.”

You beamed.

“Good.”

Sylus sighed as though deeply inconvenienced, though the warmth in his expression betrayed him.

He closed the laptop.

“There.”

You looked at it, then back at him.

“Done?”

“No.”

He lifted you slightly, settling you more comfortably against his chest.

“But apparently I've been given a more important assignment.”

You laughed softly.

“And what's that?”

His arms tightened around you.

“Keeping my troublesome little kitten happy.”

[coralreefqueen-ao3]

Steel Scales

Pairing: 18+ | Knight Sylus x Noble Reader

Tags: Allies to enemies, slow burn, forbidden love, fantasy/medieval au, deception, worldbuilding, character development, chivalry, angst, conflict of interest, romance, eventual smut, primal play, dirty talk, banter, possessiveness

Summary: Sylus was born for the sake of the dragons. Infiltrate, deceive, then execute. He was prepared to sacrifice his sanity, forever hidden behind his armor. Until the noble he is contracted to chips away at it, one steel plate at a time. Even if she wishes to find him, however, his heart lies behind a wall of treason.

Word Count: 636

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Sylus never removed his helmet. 

A secret he kept, revealed in the notches of his pupils, the gleam of his canines. Treason was hidden in his quarters: covert missives and vials of blood.

But you, his ever-so-curious noble, worked day and night to pry into the mystery of him, albeit involuntarily. Your affections were ferried by your scent - intrigue, security, and arousal. It was the gait in his walk, maybe even the timber of his voice that ignited something in you, despite the lack of his physical appearance. For all you had known, he could have had a sinister look, one seemingly unveiling his evil deeds. 

Yet you still dug deeper. Elegant flirtation often directed at a prince, found its way to him, winding its seductive song through the slits of his ribs. When it wasn’t elegant, it was shameless. 

“Will you ever tell me the color of your hair?” You had asked one slow afternoon, the two of you seated on a stone bench beside a lake. 

You had said his chuckle was ruptured, broken into individual syllables, unlike the faux courtship given by nobility. It never failed to make you grin, as you did now. 

“My lady,” he strung the beats of your title into one, enticing breath, “a Knight only reveals information they are required to.” 

“I would categorize it as required,” you slanted your body in his direction, knocking shoulders, “how else will I be able to fantasize about pulling it.” 

The tick in the corner of his mouth would have satisfied you plenty. Your candor, which had been widely criticized, tickled the instincts weaved into his heritage. The others had characterized you as a threat simply from your human traits. 

It was not you who signed the directives, nor was it you who partook in conversation regarding the slaying of dragons. The ideology forced upon you by your inner-circle would take months to unravel, but it was feasible, nonetheless. 

That was if it were him at the helm of such an endeavor. 

Intolerable thoughts, he had been told. Only once had he made the grave mistake of expressing his sentiment towards you, otherwise known as adolescent enthusiasm, the fault of feeling invincible. 

You too had fallen victim to such naivety. 

A Knight had no standing with a noble. His duty was to protect a land considered sacred. If it was a matter between your safety and the future of this Kingdom, his oath stated it was imperative to prioritize the latter. 

You knew that, having splayed your name across his pact with somber ink. 

Your hands had been so tiny, innocent eyes wide as they tried to decipher complex vocabulary. As he had expected, even back then, you did not falter. The miniscule tremble in your limbs and the bead of sweat accumulating at your hairline could only be seen by someone equipped with heightened senses - such as himself. 

And as your Knight, he would not reveal anything that would jeopardize your vanity. 

He had kneeled, his forearm crossing over his chest so his hand could rest over his heart. 

He had reported that night back to his Flight. He had accomplished what he had been sent to do - infiltrate. The rest would be achieved in time, even if it took months, years, or decades, Sylus was a patient man when it came to his schemes. 

Decades it had taken before he had a secure grasp on his betrayal. 

Decades it had taken before his scales began to crack under the weight of your affection. 

Sylus never removed his helmet. 

A secret he kept, revealed in the notches of his pupils, the gleam of his canines. Infatuation was hidden in his features: fond eyes and blatant smiles. 

Sylus never removed his helmet, it was his last defense. 

Until one day he did.

I can't wait to show y'all this one.

[junyyyyy]

Imagine you are a fictional character from Love and Deepspace and Sylus is a real person who yumeships with you.

warning: mdni, some suggestive headcanons

𑣲 He’s a sharing yumeshipper, cause he loves seeing you admired by others.

𑣲 He’ll spend a fortune to get all your memories and R3 cards just to admire your power during battles. He’ll chuckle every time he hears your victory line, while thinking "That's my [your name] !"

𑣲 He loves working out with you in the quality time though he’s liable to get distracted by the way your thighs and your ass move..(oh yeah he loves it gurllll)

𑣲 When he unlocks one of your Secret times, he’s overjoyed and he’ll find any excuse, at any time of day, to indulge in listening to them (he also uses them for his personal activities before bed you know..~). He gets shivers every time he hears your voice.

𑣲 He likes and reblogs every piece of fanfic and fanarts featuring you. Since he can't draw, he’s willing to pay exorbitant amounts without a shred of shame for commissioned fanarts of the two of you to hang in his office.

𑣲 When he'd attend to auctions, grab meals, and go to conventions he'll carry a little plushie of you and other merch of you.

𑣲 He'll never manage to fall in love with anyone in real life cause love actually disgusts him a little and he wants only you.

[pasteldollypink]

sylus instantly blowing up his phone when a sexy woman (almost naked) passes by his fyp, whether you're also watching or not. he's not going to have this algorithm. he can buy another phone anyway.

(copium. i hate liking irl men. why am i even giving this irl man a chance. am i that sad. hes shortening my lifespan.)

[ancientpersacom]

Luke, Kerian and MC dragging Sylus into a minecraft game (he's never played), and having to carry him through early game until he gets the hang of it. The twins are desperately fending off creepers while MC is looking for ores in the caves and Sylus is standing in the starter shack trying to remember what the twins said he needed for a pickaxe.