#sub sylus

[siasthoughts]

⍣ ೋ quick sub!sylus somethings

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to me, sylus is a man with power who just wants someone to take it away from him

✧.* thinking about sub!sylus who's absolutely craving each word that slips from your lips, no matter if it's praise or degrading.

✧.* thinking about sub!sylus who gets flustered after you call him a stupid loser. (he gets bricked)

✧.* thinking about sub!sylus who'd beg to cum but secretly wishes you'd deny him the pleasure.

✧.* thinking about sub!sylus who loves when you tie him up, collar him, then pull at his confines. especially when you have that look in your eyes.

✧.* thinking about sub!sylus who genuinely takes some subtle masochistic pleasure out of teasing and riling you up, hoping you'd put him in his place.

✧.* thinking about sub!sylus who never openly shows his desperation but would never turn down an opportunity to be at your mercy.

✧.* thinking about sub!sylus who'd want you to leave him an absolute mess, to destroy him, to momentarily leave him incapable of thinking. (thinking about this is already making me go loco)

✧.* thinking about sub!sylus who'd let you use him for hours on end, for your mere pleasure, and thank you for it.

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i wanna write a sub sylus fic when i got more energy because the absolute mischaracterization of him in his fics is devastating.

[kriyorni]

OH OH OH

It is the first

Birthday boy Sylus smut

You have been warned ⚠️ : Submissive Sylus, pegging, sex 😈😈,little little choking, messy, Don't read if you believe that Sylus is a dom daddy.

It's in the MC's POV again. Sorry. Not sorry.

"April 18th."

"What?"

"My Birthday. Didn't you want to know?"

"O-oh yeah. But I didn't expect you to tell something so top secret to somebody so casually."

"You're not just somebody now are you?"

"Fair point."

"Well I have told you when it is, is there a surprise you have planned for me?"

"Uh... That you will get to know on your birthday boss man, there are still a few days to go until the 18th."

"I am looking forward to it."

He is looking forward to it.

Sylus is looking forward to the birthday surprise I planned for him.

Poor Sylus. If only he knew I haven't planned jack shit.

In my defense, I just got to know his actual birthday date, otherwise I was only following up on rumours as to when the notorious Onychinus leader could possibly be born, with everyone just knowing it's in spring, and Luke and Kieran just knowing it's in April.

Thinking about it now I could have always just asked him. Alright. My fault.

However luck was on my side as I landed upon the moments post from Tolan Wildlife park just a few hours outside of Linkon, all the animals post reminded me a lot of Sylus, so I figured: Hey! Why not spend the day here? I didn't it give it a second thought before booking tickets for the both of us and renting a van for the day, even preparing him a Lil S badge in which his chibi version is smiling, and an invitation card in a paw shape, telling him to be ready at 7:00 AM.

We spent the entire day animal watching, feeding capybaras, boating and enjoying quality time underneath the sugar maple trees after being offered free maple syrup coffee because of the birthday boy, Sylus was given numerous 'blessings' from people, animals, it was cute to watch.

At the end of all this I gave him the cake I had made for him along with the card I wrote, singing happy birthday to him and hoping, this moment of peace stays for longer and our bond remains stronger than ever.

"This was my first Birthday celebration. Thank you so much sweetie."

"It won't be the last. I plan to be there celebrate until atleast your 90th birthday." I say while looking up at him, he is practically smiling through his eyes which makes my heart flutter, The Sylus I see is much softer from the Sylus from before. And cuter ,even if he insists otherwise.

"Till my 90? Sweetie, surely you can promise me more than that." He pouts, flicking me on the forehead.

"I said atleast you idiot." I say, pinching his cheek as revenge.

Laughing and giggling, we enter the base. Satisfied with the birthday date and belly full with food and cake (I would never let lil S go hungry), we lazily sit down on his sofa, giving lovely gazes to each other in the comfortable silence, our smiles everpresent.

I break first from the staring contest to look at the clock.

"It's 9 PM, is there anything else you want to do? Sweetie?"

He stiffens up in response to my question and suddenly starts to look everywhere except my eyes, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. Contemplating.

Ah. So he does want something.

I can practically read him like an open book at this point. I go closer to him and sit on his lap, patting his chest softly before cupping his cheek so that he looks at me.

"Well? What is it? Tell me Sylus."

"I do want something from you, it's uhm..."

I am trying my best to let him overcome his hesitation but there's one thing about me. And it definitely is that I am so fucking impatient. So I grab him by the chin and squeeze it ,making his lips jut out a bit. 

"Tell me. Whatever you want. I will do it for you."

He lets out a deep sigh and kisses my forehead, only to push me aside and stand up from the sofa to walk towards his room. Fuck. Did I get make him mad somehow? But I literally said I would do anything he wanted.

Pushing the bad thoughts aside I also walk up to his room.

"Hey Sylus are you- Woah."

I am met with the delicious sight of his bare back, although I have seen it numerous times, the back muscles and that tiny slutty waist of his never fails to amaze me.

Hearing me come in he just turns his head to look at me. Doe eyes barely hiding the panic in them. And that doesn't sit right with me.

So I contain the desire to climb him like a fucking tree and approach him, slowly hugging him from behind.

"If you aren't ready to do whatever this thing is.... even if it's your wish you don't have to do it."

"Fuck sweetie I am ready and I do want to do it with you. So badly. I have wanted to for so long. I don't know how you will perceive me after I tell you my wish." He says finally all in one whisper, his hands finding their way to hold my hands that we were on his chest.

"Oh please. Try me. There is nothing, absolutely nothing you could say that will make me see you in a bad light."

I try my best to persuade him. It's his fucking birthday, he deserves to have everything he ever wants and here he is feeling all hot and bothered to just ASK me. He let go of my hands takes a deep breath, then goes to pull something from his drawer. He keeps rummaging through it for a while and before my impatient ass could chime in again, he takes out something thick and long.

Holy fuck.

Oh. My. God.

A Strap on.

A RED DILDO FUCKING STRAPPED. AND LUBE.

"I want to be pegged."

I barely take my eyes off the strap to look at Sylus, who is staring at me nervously, but then I can't help but look back at it again.

Their is a brief silence in the room, I am sorry I am left speechless ok?

Sylus breaks it first.

"You know what let's pretend you never saw this or heard anything I said ok I seriously don't -"

"OH MY GOD SYLUS!"

I don't even hear what he said and jump on him , he effortlessly grabs me by the hips and steadies himself.

"Say it again. What is your wish?"

His breathing quickens, pupils dilating as he looks at me.

"I want you to peg me."

Satisfied I kiss him square on the lips.

"Do you know for how long I have wanted you to say that?" I say giving a soft peck to his lips, unable to resist.

"Do you know how much, I have fantasized about you being under ME for once?" Another peck. Sylus gets more flustered by the second as he takes sharp breaths.

"I..... I thought I told you, to share all your kinks and bedroom fantasies with me. "

"I didn't want you think I am a freak. Besides all our 'sessions' leave me on cloud nine."

That gets a chuckle out of him and he responds with a 'me too.'

Without wasting a second one any more conversations I leap out of his embrace, hitting the floor again as I take the strap from him.

"By the time I come back, I want you stripped of all your clothes and sat on the bed, like a pretty boy, understood?" I say, hooking a finger under his chin, already in the role. His swallows a thick lump before nodding.

"Yes ma'am."

It doesn't take me long to come with the strap on attached on my waist. The dildo proudly standing in all its glory.

"That was quick, I guess you are more eager than I am." I spot Sylus, ever the tease on the centre of the bed, naked legs spread just a little in anticipation and his proud dick also standing rock hard in all its glory.

I slowly climb the bed and get a hold of his feet, dragging him down closer to me. I can hear him audibly flinch at the sudden manhandling (not really) and shy away from my gaze.

"Not you talking about eager. I just told you to lie down and you are hard already." I say grazing the head of his cock with my finger tip, his body convulses and little whine comes out of his mouth and I swear he has never looked cuter. My heart is about to burst at how adorable he is.

"H-hurry up and p-put it in hmph-" I kiss the tip earning a soft gasp from him.

"Chill sweetheart what's the rush? Have you ever done this before?"

"I have... experimented by mys-sELf.... A little.." 

Poor baby keeps trembling underneath me as I leave open mouth kisses from jawline, sharply biting on his collarbone to which he squeals. Damn. I didn't even know he could make such a noise.

Losing all my sanity like how sand leaves one's fingertips I keep kissing him lower, watching, how his blushes from to the tip of his ear till his chest. I take a nipple in my mouth and roll the other in my fingertips, low grunts and moans to be heard below me. I then give the same treatment to the other nipple. 

Sylus, my sylus, he is so perfect, taking everything I give him like an obedient pup, I wish to worship every part of his body, show him just how much love he deserves, it's probably more than anything I could ever him in this lifetime, I would lay my heart out bare for him if he asked but right now,

Right now all I can do is cherish his body and the trust he has in me with every fibre of my being.

I chuckle lightly as I kiss him lower and reach his stomach.

"W-what's so funny?" He asks me breathlessly as he props himself up with the support of his elbows.

"Nothing. I am just so happy, happy that the beast feels safe enough with me to show his vulnerable belly. So that I get to rub it."

I say as I softly rub his tummy, watch him as he literally melts at the gesture, panting heavily from the earlier kissing and biting. I lean down to his face.

"I am the only one who gets to rub it, right?"

"Yes! Y-you're the only one. Can you stop teasing me now please please please sweetie I need you."

"Oh right! Sorry."

Deciding that he was riled up enough, the precum dripping from his cock a clear indication, I start to lube up the strap, giving him a show as he spreads his legs even more for me to fit in between them.

"It would be best to wrap your legs around me cutie." He does as told and puts his hands on either side, grabbing the bedsheet tightly.

"Ready?" I ask to which he just nods eagerly. I give him a little kiss on the cheek before entering his hole.

"Haah! A-ah!! S-s ughh..." He moans loudly at the sudden intrusion while I keep peppering kisses on him, telling him it's ok.

I thrust in slowly after he calms down , soon the pain turns into pleasure for him as he demands me to keep going and faster. So bossy even in this position, but I will let it slide since it's his birthday, I would considered putting a gag on him otherwise.

I thrust deeper and harder and when he lets out a loud groan. Eyes rolling back.

Looks like I have hit the prostate.

I always imagined what Sylus would look like with his brains blown out, but the real thing's even better.

My hands move with a mind of their own to clasp around his neck and squeeze lightly, his eyes go wide and then he whimpers, telling me to not stop, I gratefully oblige.

I keep thrusting in his hole and continue hitting his prostate until he starts panting like a dog, and his voice grows higher in pitch. Completely lost in the sounds he keeps making, I grab his dick and stroke it up and down in a fast pace, lightly flicking just to hear more of his sweet little moans, and he gives me exactly what I want.

"Cum-cumming!" He says, barely able to form words.

"Cum for me baby you're doing so good." I say unable to stop my own heavy breathing as I bite his neck, hard enough for it to bleed as he grabs the bedsheet tight enough for it to rip, and then shoots ropes of cum till it reaches his neck.

We are both left a panting mess as I collapse on his cum coated chest barely caring about the mess.

"Tired?" He asks while being dizzy himself.

"Yeah. Pounding your ass suprisingly took more effort than necessary. I am spent."

"Obviously hard work was to be expected. afteer all, it's my ass."

We both giggle at that.

As Sylus was about to get up to clean us up, I stop him.

"I will do the cleaning, you rest and bath in my love." He just smiles at me softly, his fucked out face adorable as ever.

He just hums in response probably too tired to form words, but that's enough for me as I turn around to get the shower running.

"Oh and one more thing."

"Yeah?"

"Happy Birthday, Sylus."

I love him. Sylus :(

Thought I would post on the birthday but procrastinated.

[navillee]

Don't forget to reward your good boy.

(Your honor, this man is begging to be a sub)

Hello?!?!?!!??!

[strawb3rryhachi]

okay yall are giving me a big head 😝😝😝 make me wanna write ONLY SUB SYLUS MUAHAHAH

[mihanisms]

sub l&ds men visuals

— so....my first time doing this type of post but. i need to spread my femdom agenda. guys the 13 sub LI drafts i have on my account WILL see the light of my page one day i promise 😭 in the meanwhile have this...also u need to be logged into twt to see most of these!!

— nasty freaky twitter porn with tiny blurbs. mostly focused on pegging, bondage, or overstimulation. ur strap is occasionally referred to as cock. i hope my fellow freaks enjoy, love u all mwah mwah <3

the first time you had suggested pegging to zayne, you hadn't expected him to be so...okay with it. of course, there was a bit of convincing needed, but as a doctor, he had both the medical knowledge and money for preparation — you seemed to want it so badly, after all. he just didn't expect how much he'd like it.

— he's completely gone

— he's completely gone pt. 2

— fucking himself onto you

— extra ; helping him destress after work (pls he's even wearing the same fuckass outfit)

rafayel had been one hell of a brat the entire week, teasing you by sending pictures of himself dolled up for you, sending voice messages of him whining and moaning for your cock, and even going as far as to sending videos of him playing with himself, all during your precious work hours.

— "this pretty toy is all for you to use."

— "please cutie, come home already. can't you see how much my cock misses you?"

— "you can make me feel better than this dumb vibrator."

finally free from work on the weekend, you show him the consequences of his actions.

— whining and crying already, when this was just the beginning of his punishment?

— being tortured stupid

you took it upon yourself to break down sylus. always somehow so irritatingly composed, you tried so many different ways to have him openly submit to you, when all you had to do was take the lead in bed. now was that tricky? yes. was having him moaning and letting you take control something you would trade entire universes for? also yes!!!!

— getting his ass fucked by you is more relaxing than he'd like to admit

— the more intimate the moment, the louder he moans for you

— seeing how far you could push him until he breaks

— roleplay; he's being a brat (he's mostly an obedient sub, he just wanted to feel how you would fuck him if he wasn't)

since xavier had long since gotten into the habit of waking you up with sex, it's only natural that it catches onto you as well.

— he's always just so sensitive when it comes to you

— morning handjob (this is sooo intimate subby xavier im in love)

— fucking him awake

— extra ; THIS IS SO HIM AHHHHH

multiple scenarios for caleb bc i can't think of one specific story to follow with videos...

— no-touch is the worst punishment for him :(

— but there's just something so addicting about it (sado-masochist switch much?)

— he could break out of the cuffs so easily, but the look on your face as you torture his cock is too sweet of a reward

— extra ; the shit he sends you

[stcrmade-illusions]

THIS MAN!! THIS MAN RIGHT HERE!!

HE’S A GRADE A BRAT! HE WANTS TO BE PUT IN HIS PLACE SO BADLY AND NOBODY CAN CHANGE MY MIND. Sub!Sylus truthers rise!!

I love him as a dom too but come on!! all the signs are there.

i don’t give a shit that he’s 6’2 i want him MOANING and WHIMPERING

[livelaughlovesubs]

Head empty, only thinking about my fav’s creaming on my fingers.

It was such a nice way to get him all horny and messy for you in public, without too many risks. All you had to do was sneak your hand past his waistband, down that soft ass and inside his underwear. Next thing on the list was to tease that pretty boy and watch him stutter during an important conversation. His nails dug into his palms, face heating up as he fake coughs, trying to cover up his gasps as he excuses himself. Glaring at you but not slapping your hand away~

Or in some random bathroom stall! Make him bend over with his hands on the door as you fuck him on your fingers, purring at him to stay quiet if he doesn’t want to get caught. Calling him a dirty pervert when he fails and moans out loud. You say that, but you are obviously the one who wants to get exposed! Just to see him cry out of humiliation… even so he can’t stop begging for more while pushing his hips back ♥︎

Though it wasn’t only fun in public. It was also a spectacle when he’d straddle your lap, arms wrapped around your neck in a deadly grip. Those kiss-swollen lips right next to your ear while he whimpered for you to fuck him harder, to please put it in. Teary eyes with a dazed look as you made him cum the third time that day with only your fingers. Mocking him for being such a needy whore, creaming all~ over himself like some virgin. How much longer were you going to overstimulate him?

Maybe if you are feeling extra mean, you’d make him finger himself on your shared bed. Sitting in front of him and watching as you gave him commandos. Telling him to spread his legs more, to push another finger inside, or to beg more lewdly. At first he was so shy, so hesitant to show you all these embarrassing parts. Yet after some time he couldn’t think of anything else but the heat in his core, the need to be filled and fucked until he forgets his name ♡♡～

Wet squelching sounds echoing through the room as his whined out prayers reached your ears, hearts in his pupils and fingers knuckles deep inside his abused hole. He felt so tired, his eyelids so heavy, as if he was on the verge of passing out. A melting expressing plastering his blushing face, with glossy eyes and shiny tears. His body was trashing around, squirming and shaking with pure desire. And that useless dick was squirting with his precum. At the same time, he was begging you with such a sweet and debased voice. Pleading for your dick, and for you to absolutely wreck his insides.

“Please, plea~se..! Hnnghhh, I need you so bad, so- ahh♥︎ so fucking bad…! Ngh, f-fuck me, ruin me ♡♥︎♡”

Your favourites~

[windser]

hear me out nerds, falling back into my unhinged despair about sylus—

he has the BIGGEST praise kink but listen its not obvious because as the leader of an illegal organization, he hears a lot of noise (most of it bs from his followers, plenty of news never hitting the mark, and god if he hears one more of UNICORNS complaints he might really give them someone to complain about) but the point is he hears a lot. yes, some of it strokes his ego. he knows he's powerful, he knows not many people could take him (in a fight), he knows he's untouchable

and then you literally touch him, and suddenly he doesnt know

and it starts off as the lightest touch when he steps too close and you press him back with the flat of your hand. he allowed it out of humor and now jokes on him, he's pushing back just to hold onto the warmth

the praise comes as a result of you just not acknowledging his feats properly?? like everything from your mouth sounds like an afterthought? a shallow acknowledgement? like 'yes, you could probably pin me. do you want a star for it?' and this dumb big man for the first time is like 'yeah, maybe i want a star for that?' like thats the first spark where he viscerally needs that approval from you, like, yes i could pin you so good if you just asked

and it literally just spirals from that. we know the man can cook, and seemingly well if he can causally take over the work of an absent cook. but he basically throws his whole menu to the side and wants to know alllll about what you like to eat. pasta? let him know what obscure, distant village in the mountains that has this very particular taste because of a native spice... he will master is just to hear that little hum of satisfaction from your lips. you know he asks ;is it good?' and this sad sack doesn't even need a verbal 'yes' just nod and he's already scheduling that dish into his routine for you

and oof in bed? this man has learned how to read every signal and reaction from you. he watches your gaze for permission when to touch, listens to your moans for where. he HAS to get it right EVERYTIME just so he can hear 'yes, sylus, like that' 'you feel so good sylus' or his absolute favorite that triggers his explosion every time 'good boy, sylus' and when you yank on his collar ???? pls he'll roll over and sit for you in like 100 different positions

[pathofcomets]

i just want to hold the flame

fandom: love and deepspace pairing: sylus/you (2nd POV) summary: you get hurt. sylus thinks it's his fault. (3.3k words, rated E.)

He surely can’t make the shot, you think. Not when this close, not before the gun held to your head unloads. He may be Sylus, but he’s not a god.

You try to meet his eyes, not even listening to the attempts at negotiating. You know better, there’s nothing left for the future but a blood bath, and you wonder how the criminals around you can’t tell from Sylus’s stance alone. Hand secure, not even a tremble in his fingers, even as they’re threatening the supposed one person he holds most treasured. 

You knew days into knowing him that this moment would come, when your happiness will be used as a weakness, when his enemies will try to reach him through you. You were ready, and yet - so easily overpowered, when jumped in the dark by one too many. 

There’s thousands of eyes in the N109 Zone, most belonging to their leader. You knew all you had to do was last long enough for him to arrive. You didn’t know that won’t be enough for Sylus himself.

He surely can’t make the shot, you think.

So when voices grow around you, Sylus’s eyes meet yours for just a fraction. You try to tell him everything in that just one, small moment. That it’s not his fault. That given the choice, you’d do nothing different. That you love him.

The sound is deafening, and yet something in you must trust him more than you even realised, because you didn’t even flinch. When the grip around your throat loosens, you throw away the arm around your body, the weight easily falling to the ground. You’re gasping, chest heaving as if you’ve just run a marathon, looking down at the man Sylus just killed for you.

And then you kick into the soft belly of his stomach, just to make sure. Then once more, though the shot was a perfect bullseye on his forehead, so there’s no way he’s still alive. Once again, harder than before, putting your entire strength in the movement, without realising that you’re sobbing, fat tears lining your face.

Sylus watches, too terrified to touch you, too terrified not to.

His hand is tentative, barely even there, but you fall onto him like you’ve known him throughout entire lives. 

***

He can hear the broken sobs leaving your lips as the hot shower hits beaten and cut skin and he wants to kill himself, for failing so utterly at protecting you. He won’t voice it, knowing you kind enough to disagree. But Sylus can’t pass the mirror in the hallway without throwing a punch in it, only his shortcomings staring back. He can’t take it, not when you’re crying in the shower, just a thin wall separating you, and even so he hopes you can’t hear the house, and him, falling apart.

It hurts, but only because you are alive. You’re upset, because you weren’t good enough, because Sylus has to be the one to carry that moment, and what it means, on his own. You’re angry, that anyone would dare make him that choice, that anyone would decide to use his heart as a weapon instead.

It hurts, on his behalf. It hurts anew when, fresh out of the shower, wearing just your underwear and a sports bra, the sight that welcomes you is Sylus putting together a med station next to the couch. How he tries to repair what he never broke, starting from your heart to these wounds just now. How much you can love him for it.

“Come here,” he says, but he does not touch you, instead taking an inventory of your cuts and scrapes.

You’ve had worse. You’ve had him patch up worse, but those were always wounds of your own making, where he could chide you for recklessness and hero complex while softly tending to you. This, you know, he won’t be able to blame on anyone else but himself. What a soft, big-hearted idiot. 

He helps you in silence, and you bite your lips each time the alcohol stings against a particularly ugly gash, not wanting this to be another reminder for him. His touch is so gentle, and when every little wound is disinfected and covered in gauze, it’s not even that bad.

You look at Sylus’s knuckles, those bruised and bleeding as well, and you let him catch you. Knowledge out in the open, because you want to do something about it, not let the guilt fester like rot between you. 

You stand up, turning around to smile at him. There’s a mild confusion growing on his face, which turns into hurt as you settle into his lap. 

“No,” he says, decisive, moving to already push you away.

“Hands off,” you reply, these your first words since arriving, and said in such a tone that he can’t help but listen to you, body listening before the brain has time to catch up. “And keep them like that.”

You search his eyes, finding no resistance, nodding and waiting until he nods back, knowing that he understands you’ll stop whenever he wants to. Knowing that he needs this more than you need rest. And for once, instead of Sylus making all the decisions, having to think of others first, you’re freeing him of that pressure. You’re in charge now, and him the only one who needs to be the focus: of love, of care, of pleasure.

You start a trail of kisses, starting from his cheek, the slightly there stubble coarse against your lips. Moving across his neck, stopping to lick and bite until he swallows a groan, feeling him grow under you. Hands making quick work of his shirt, settling on teasing at his nipples until his hips jump at a particularly harsh tug. 

You slap him across the face.

He pants, turning to meet your eyes.

“Just take it, my sweet boy,” you coo, palm now soothing the reddening skin. 

He looks so pretty. There’s a fire in his eyes, the knowledge that he doesn’t deserve this the easy way, and you grin as you unbuckle his belt. Sometimes love needs to be beaten into you. Sometimes, love needs to be beaten into him.

You find him hard, as you free his cock from the confines of his underwear, trousers just tugged out of the way. You press your thumb, hard, against the tip.

“So hard already?” you hum, rubbing circles into his tip as he bites his lip, body shivering as he’s fighting the impulse to move, chase your touch, reach for more. “Want to cum?”

He shakes his head, fiercely.

“No,” he says, and he looks at you like a man forced to walk towards his execution, as you press his cock down, shifting forward so you can sit yourself on top of it. Fuck, he can feel how wet you are, through your underwear. “I don’t deserve to.”

You tut, grinding your hips. He closes his eyes, and you follow suit, lost in the feel, the hardness of him as you move your cunt across his cock, until his tip touches your clit. You moan, fingers digging into his scalp, rubbing yourself onto his tip, pressing your clit harder against his bulge. If he needs to feel like he deserves this, then you’ll give it to him.

Without caring about his comfort at all, you start moving. Back and forth, seeking more of that touch against your clit, and you force yourself to take in all his little gasps and hisses, the twitch of his fingers next to your calves, hands hung in the air, as he remembers at the last moment that he’s not supposed to touch you.

It makes you feel heedy, drunk with the wonder of having the most wonderful man you know falling apart under you, reduced to nothing but your fuck toy. You moan, hips slipping, the tip of his cock teasing at your entrance through the underwear, pushing at the soaked material. You heave, ass pushing further down, reaching for more, and Sylus swears as he feels your pussy stretching, just the tiny bit to allow for the intrusion.

He turns his head, going after your mouth like a thirsty man after water in a desert. You press against his lips with a force that tells of your frustration, as your hips move quicker and quicker. You swallow his moan as you press into him, harder than you’ve done, feeling his dick twitch between your legs. He seeks your tongue with his, and you let him, his tongue fucking into your mouth as you ride his hard cock through your underwear, the orgasm building and building, until you come, body stiffening over him, shivers down your back. He bites down onto your lower hip, so hard you can feel the metallic taste of blood on your tongue, and when you shove at his shoulder, pushing him apart, there’s a string of saliva connecting your mouths as he grins up at you.

Your hair is stuck to your forehead with sweat, and you lick your lips. You bring a hand up, grasping his chin in a hold you purposefully try not to make tender.

“What are you being such a brat for?” you demand, tone firm but lazy with your orgasm. “Getting bored?”

He shakes his head, a bit too desperate to please, and you smile, humming.

“Then? Use that pretty mouth of yours to tell me what you want,” you say, pleasant and ready to give, even in this position, just because you do love him so damn much.

“Please,” he huffs, tip leaking with precum, chest heaving with the strain, heart hurting with how badly he wants to touch you, how grateful he is to you for not allowing him to. “At least the tip. Please, let me put it in.”

You chuckle, hand lifting to grip into his hair. You tug, forcing him to meet your eyes. He’s lost, searching for something you gave him from the beginning, you’re just helping him realise it right now. He’s seeking forgiveness, bodies ready to talk before brains, and if that’s what Sylus needs, then that’s what Sylus gets. 

Your other hand grabs one of his, slowly guiding it between your legs. He’s careful, afraid this is just a trap, giving just to take away, but when you tug your underwear to the side, and gesture for him to hold it in place, he knows you have much worse in mind: giving him anything he asks for.

You shift, just the tiniest bit, using your recently empty hand to grap at his cock, give it a few strokes that have his eyes roll to the back of his head. Then, you guide him between your folds. Few taps first, letting him feel how wet you truly are, your pussy puffy and swollen with need, before slowly guiding him inside you.

Just the tip, and you roll your hips above him, the tug combined with the squeeze of your cunt already almost too much. Your hand moves, just a tiny bit, to grasp at the base of his dick, hard.

His body shudders, a loud exhale on his lips as the sharp pain brings a level of clarity. You’re not even taking anything more but an inch of him, there’s so much else you can claim before you’re even close to satisfied, and despite the pathetic whimper building in his throat as you lift off him, just to have him enter you again, just the tantalising feel of his tip inside you, as he’s fucking asked, you ignore him.

He moans, your hips picking up pace as you’re fucking onto him in earnest. His veins are straining at his neck, as he’s trying not to meet your rhythm with movement of his own, sweat gathering at his forehead as he feels your thighs trembling around him. 

You’re taking him so easily, so wet and warm that he just slides right in and out of you, and he knows you’d be ready to take him all the way in, refusing simply because he is withholding it to himself. You squeeze tighter when his tip brushes against your clit, directing his cock to rub against you, your juices already acting as all the lubrication you need. The friction builds another orgasm within you, which crashes into you like a wave when Sylus bites into your shoulder.

You cannot even savour it, because it’s immediately followed by the sound of your underwear ripping, Sylus’s tug a bit too forceful. 

You chuckle, darkly, under your breath. He lifts his head, an apology on his lip, though he does not get to say it before you slap him again, on his opposite cheek. He can feel your cunt trembling right against his cock, and he is leaking with precum, red and hot. 

“You absolute beast,” you sigh, with amused disappointment. “Want to just rut into me, consequences be damned? Can’t even last long enough for me to have two fucking orgasms?”

He moans, as you tap your palm against his cheek, accentuating each one of your words, trying to find your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he blabbers, as he pulls at your tattered underwear, lets his palm rest, heavy, on your hip. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” as he lifts his hip, enough to nestle his cock inside you.

He goes all in in one smooth movement, and you moan, body arching at the fullness of it, chest pressed against his.

“At least fuck me like you mean it, darling,” you say against his lips, and you go in for a kiss, just to bite your teeth down onto his lip, a matching mark to the one he offered you.

His hand grabs onto your shoulder, shoving you down onto his dick as he snaps his hips up, in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud, mixed with your panting, hot breathes. 

“Yes,” you hiss, nails digging harder into his shoulder, and Sylus’s hips stutter, feeling your cunt tightening around him. “You’re stretching me so well, Sylus. Who else can make me feel this good?” you ask, a hint of danger in your tone, as his hand shifts, fingers tightening, just slightly, around your neck.

His other hand slides between your bodies, nestling next to his cock at your entrance. It’s a stretch that has you in a silent moan, mouth open wide, as he teases one finger inside you too. You’re going dumb with how feel it fucking feels, accompanied by a delicious burn that turns into stupid pleasure as he bends it inside you, pressing against your walls. You gasp when he pulls it out, trembling all over when he presses the now wet, coated finger against your clit with a fierce pressure, hips resuming their rhythm as he fucks into you, your body bouncing on his cock as you’re trying to keep up, despite your muscles screaming at you.

“No one,” you whisper the answer, with the tilt of a smile in your voice, and Sylus knows this is it, his penance finally done. He snaps into action.

You’re rolled onto your back on the couch in one smooth move, his cock still nestled inside you, a moan escaping you, happily, as he settles to the hilt in a new position, where you can feel him even deeper. You can feel the full blast of his gaze upon you, too many emotions to name swimming in his eyes.

You squeeze your pussy around him, and they’re all overtaken by the basest one: lust.

 He keeps the pressure of his palm upon your chest, fingers like ghost against your throat as he fucks into you. You smile, useless and happy to be so, used for him to spill your frustration into you. 

“Won’t,” he puffs, his other hand so tight around your thigh, pushing you open, wider still,“last much longer.”

He groans, stilling inside you, trying to reclaim some form of control. He tries not to look at you, unable to hold himself back though, saliva pooling at one corner of your mouth as your cunt continues to coat his dick in your cum.

“Where do you want me?” he asks, resuming his fucking at a much gentler, maddening pace, having you whine under him.

“Inside, please,” you say, eyes turned desperate, maybe some comfort that you need as well after tonight’s encounter, this the truest way to mark you still as his. His palm hovers across your body, settling at your navel where his cock is nestled inside you, and he chuckles.

He rolls his hips, and you close your eyes at the sensation. He won’t let you go this easily. He wants one more orgasm out of you. His body leans over yours, mouth meeting one of your puckered nipples. He licks, sucks - and upon one harsh snap of his hip, bites. You moan, back arching, pushing your boob against his mouth as he continues his ministrations. The other hand he moves to press fast, harsh circles against your clit, and you come pathetically quick.

He fucks you through your orgasm, your vision gone black at the edges as you go limp beneath him. He has to hold onto your hips to continue fucking into you, but he’s not far behind you, not with how you’re squeezing around him, pulsing tightness.

You can feel his cum filling you up, and your fingers blindly grab at his behind, squeezing his ass, demanding it all, moaning all over at the feel of it.

He falls onto his elbows, his body engulfing yours, breathing harshly, and you turn to press a kiss against his temple.

“It was not your fault,” you whisper, accompanied by another kiss, Sylus’s entire body shivering at the words. “You’re the one who saved me.”

He pulls away from you, from inside you with less gentleness than normal. You sigh at the loss, feeling his cum dripping down your thighs, making a mess under you. He sits next to you, still trying to catch his breath as he pushes his hair away from his face, eyes closed.

He says nothing, though he can tell from the press of your feet on the floor that the conversation isn’t over.

Your touch is tender, the warm water rag against his dick, wiping your combined juices from his crotch. He hisses, giving no other reaction. He does stop you before you go away, catching your arm. 

 He refuses to meet your eye, though his body turns, just a tiny bit towards you - a small win, but still a win.

“I shouldn’t have had to save you.”

You let the rag drop on the floor, turning to settle your bottom on one of Sylus’s knees, his arms coming up to embrace you, your hands cupping his reddened cheeks. 

“Listen to me,” you say, tone harsh, refusing to give way in your hold until he meets your eyes. “I’d be in danger regardless.”

You let the words land, you allow him the time to comprehend all that you mean by them: from the beginning, you’d have ended up dead ten thousand times without him. It comes with the job description, with the personality type, with why he loves you. And under all that, the simplest truth you know: the only reason why you’re still here is Sylus.

You see him understand, comprehend. That you mean it entirely, that just because that is the case, doesn’t mean you see him as less for not getting to you earlier today, that you don’t expect him to be unfailable. 

“I’m sorry I made you worry,” you land on, softer, and Sylus’s expression breaks all over again.

His hand come up to cup yours, a tender but possessive touch.

You’ll rest tonight. But tomorrow, tomorrow he’ll burn them all to the ground, leaving your picture as a visiting card. 

[rindzaki]

Summary: You are an emperor, and you have your own harem consisting of four consorts.

Pairings: Sub! Bottom! Zayne/Sylus/Rafayel/Xavier x Dom! Top! Gn! Reader

nsfw minors dni

They have different features and characters, each of which is a unique combination of beauty, strength and charm.

The first consort, Zayne was a skillful healer, known for his wisdom and insight. He was not only handsome, but also smart. His knowledge of herbs and medicines helped to keep you in good health, helping to stay full of strength and energy. He often gave you valuable advice in governing the state. He had a refined taste and exquisite grace. His outfits have always been made with elegance.

The second consort, Rafayel, has a passionate temperament and burning beauty. Something about him always makes him the center of attention in any room. He chooses the most precious fabrics and jewelry to emphasize his beauty. Rafayel spends his days perfecting the art of dance, demonstrating flexibility and ability to control his body. He was not only a talented dancer, but also a skillful musician. In the evenings, he plays the lyre, hoping to attract you with melodic sounds and his angelic voice. His talent was known far beyond the palace.

The third consort, Sylus is famous for his wisdom and deep knowledge of poetry and philosophy. Passion and temptation permeates his every movement and every word. His eyes burn with the fire of thirst, giving mystery. He is also a master of martial arts. His grace and dexterity delighted everyone who saw his training. He often quotes poems and philosophical thoughts, hoping to win your heart through mind and soul.

The fourth consort, Xavier is known for his innocence and sincerity. He wears light and bright outfits that emphasize his young beauty. Its beauty is emphasized by simplicity and naturalness. He likes to walk in the garden and pick flowers. He wants to attract you with his purity and innocence. His room is filled with the scents of fresh flowers and the soft light of candles since he every evening hopes that you’ll want to visit him.

They dress up in frank clothes that barely cover their bodies to better demonstrate the traces of your caresses - dark spots and red marks from love bites that cover their delicate skin with a marble pattern. Every sign you leave is considered a pride, and they do not hide them under their makeup, but show them out.

At public meetings, banquets, parties and most social events, your consorts properly stand right behind your back and will always accompany you. Their presence behind your back symbolized the unity and strength of the imperial family. They’ll hide their faces under face veil, leaving only their eyes open. Since childhood, they have been taught that their bodies belong only to the emperor, and this knowledge is deeply rooted in their minds. Because of this, they cannot get physical pleasure on their own, knowing that their purpose is to serve only you.

As an emperor, you are aware of the importance of fair and respectful treatment of your consorts. And you try to pay equal attention to them all, making sure that each of them feels loved and valuable.

Evenings in the garden with Xavier have become an oasis of calm and happiness for you. The garden has an atmosphere of peace and harmony created by the rustle of foliage, the singing of birds and the quiet murmur of the fountain. Xavier brings the book he chose in advance and sits on the soft grass under the shade of an old oak leaning against it. You settle down next to him, putting your head on his lap. His hands begin to gently stroke your hair. He opens the book and starts reading aloud. His voice, soft and expressive, fills the space around you. Closing your eyes, you enjoy every minute spent with him.

Sylus often asks you to practice with him. One of your rules was the following: if he wins, you will fulfill any of his wishes. He attacks quickly and deftly, trying to find vulnerabilities. You, in turn, fight back, always trying to keep a balance between defense and attack. However, despite his aspiration and skills, he has never managed to defeat you. You are always one step ahead. You know that the real goal of these trainings is not victory, but time spent together. And this ends with Sylus breathing heavily with his hands around your neck, feeling the warmth of your body. Your hands wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. His lips are warm, persistent, conveying all the passion that he may have been holding back for a long time.

Rafayel, dressed in light silk clothes, slowly goes to the center of the hall, illuminated by the soft light of candles. The sounds of darbuka and qanun begin to fill the space. Smooth waves run through his body, starting from his hips and rising up his spine. He skillfully uses his shoulders. His hands gently twist, repeating the curves of the melody, and his fingers touch the invisible strings, adding a touch of magic to the dance. His hips make graceful movements, synchronously swaying in the rhythm of melody. His body is the true perfection of beauty. Each muscle contraction, each movement emphasizes the ideal lines of his figure. The light of candles plays on his skin, creating a game of shadows and emphasizing every muscle. When he looks at you, it seems that time stops. His eyes are full of depth and passion, you can drown in them, forgetting about everything in the world. It's like they bewitched you, and you can't take your eyes off him. They reflect the whole world, full of mysteries and secrets that he is ready to share only with you.

In the majestic imperial palace, immersed in luxury and splendor, your life was surrounded by Zayne's care and attention. Not trusting the servants, Zayne personally followed every aspect of your daily life. It was his personal privilege and duty that he was proud of. Taking care of the emperor gave him some pleasure. He chooses your outfit for the day, also takes care of your hairstyle, skillfully styling your hair and giving it a neat look. He makes sure that consorts didn't bother you and asks you every night if you wanted to visit someone's quarters. Zayne takes care of his emperor with awe and love, trying to protect you from all possible troubles and worries. As a sign of gratitude for his tireless care and devotion, you often took his hands in your own and gratefully kiss them. Zayne was always embarrassed at these moments, looking away.

Their hearts are pounding in anticipation of your next choice, and each of them is eager to be in emperor’s quarters again. When they find themselves in your bed, their moans and screams become loud and passionate, breaking the silence of the night. It's not only an expression of their pleasure, but also a way to show others your closeness to them. They cry, clutching your cock buried deep inside them, and whisper through tears: "I'm y-your favorite, right?" Their voices tremble with emotions, and their hearts beat in the hope of confirming their uniqueness and love.

Their bellies become swollen from the amount of sperm inside their wombs. When you gently press on their stomach, white sperm flows out of their hole, and they whine, asking you not to waste it. Each of them dreams of giving birth to the first heir, who will strengthen his position in the harem and give him power and respect.

[aphodeity7]

I crave more sub Sylus like this

subdragon!sylus

𖹭 nsfw/sfw || mdni 𖹭

𖹭 grinding is his way of wordlessly expressing his needs. while you're sitting normally, you'll suddenly feel him press against you, his tail wrapping around your body as he inhales your scent. you can tell what he wants from his needy red eyes and soft moans.

𖹭 if you don't give him what he wants, he'll writhe beneath you, trying to entice you. he knows you can't resist him and uses that to his advantage. he'll touch himself right in front of you, ignoring your pleas for him to stop. mischievous by nature, he'll moan while touching himself, never breaking eye contact until you can no longer hold back.

𖹭 he begs for your guidance, always craving the feel of your hands on his skin. he pleads for your touch, even for you to hurt him. he'll place his hands above his head, offering his whole body to you. when you try to pull away, he'll wrap his tail around you, pulling you closer. even if you remain still, he'll rub against you, stubborn in his desire.

𖹭 he treasures the collar you made just for him, never taking it off. he loves the feeling of belonging to you, and the collar arouses him. you know that your mischievous dragon doesn’t surrender control entirely. he won’t fully obey, doing anything to earn your punishment.

𖹭 his idea of a quality sleep is sucking on your nipple. when he's been good and is rewarded by sucking your nipple, you can see his eyes light up. he wraps his arms around you, lowering his head to your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth. he's like a giant dragon baby, making contented noises, lost in the moment. occasionally, you'll feel a bite, but you don't complain because he's earned this reward.

𖹭 he wants you to be rough with him, writhing for it. when you choke him, he'll gaze at you with those sharp yet soft eyes. he tilts his head back and closes his eyes, surrendering completely, trusting you and savoring the pleasure you give. he begs for your bites, wanting his body covered in your marks.

𖹭 he calls you "my queen," ready to dedicate all his treasures to you. crafting something with his hands for you is more precious than a few coins. he's even learned to make crowns from flowers, and seeing your smile when he presents it is the most priceless treasure for him.

𖹭 though he doesn't particularly enjoy being tied up, he doesn't resist either. touching you is his greatest desire, and when he's restrained, he hates it. every fiber of his being screams to break free from the chains. still, he strives to please you, trying to stay close to you and your touch despite being bound. "please, my queen… have mercy on this young dragon at your feet and allow me to touch your delicate skin…" hearing those words fills you with satisfaction.

𖹭 he never releases without your command or permission. he fights the urge to satisfy himself in your absence, feeling like he'll go mad whenever your face crosses his mind, but he refuses to touch himself. even when you want to tease him, you usually can't bear it and allow him to release. when you finally grasp his swollen cock, he moans so softly that you're always amazed a dragon can make such sounds. "please… a little tighter…" he always begs, never stopping to ask, guiding you as he pleads.

𖹭 he lets you do whatever you want to him, eagerly accepting being your test subject. you can put anything you desire into his tight anal opening; he's strong enough to take it all. "i want to feel you inside me, my queen…" he whispers, his tail stroking your thighs. "fuck me so hard that i lose my voice screaming your name…"

𖹭 as evident, he loves being pegged by you. he wants you to be rough, to hold all the control. while you fuck him with all your beauty, his eyes remain locked on you. you hold the chain tightly, leaving him breathless, continuing until you hear an animalistic growl from his throat. his tail is always wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper.

𖹭 licking your pussy is a reward for him. he loses himself, his tongue moving at a speed you can't even imagine. he holds your legs so tightly that he doesn't even notice his claws scratching your skin. he rubs his nose against your clit, bringing you to the peak of pleasure until you come into his mouth.

𖹭 he shows his love through biting. even in the most unexpected moments, he'll appear beside you, sinking his teeth into your skin. he doesn't listen to your protests, ignoring them and simply enjoying the taste of your silky skin, letting his soft moans fill your ears.

𖹭 the young dragon causes a lot of mischief, taking an inexplicable pleasure in irritating you. you have many ways to punish him, with candles being one of them. you let the hot wax drip onto his bare skin. his mischievous grin never fades as he takes the pain, almost seeming to enjoy it. his body writhes, maintaining eye contact with you while biting his lower lip. "just like that… punish your young dragon… he deserves it…"

[navillee]

I need to talk about sub Sylus. I got the mental NEED to go against the grain and spread the word, so here I am.

All lads' men can be subs. You guys aren't seeing it cause you vision what a sub should be is restricted.

Sub Sylus 𓅨

an Introduction

Sylus has so much potential as a sub and you all are committing the nastiest sin for ignoring that possibility;

I'm gonna say that once: all that facade he proudly polished being the Onychinus leader is just to hide the fact that he's a finsub. And probably a SAM too;

Let me elaborate to the people who also knew he was into something but couldn't figure it out. Sylus doesn't fit what most people consider the standard for a submissive men is, but that doesn't mean that he's automatically a dom, or that the things making Sylus eyes spark – quite literally – are approaches reserved to doms only;

First of all, it is clear he's a finsub. Finsub is a shortcut to 'financial sub', and the term explains itself. I'm 100% sure that as soon as you enter the N109 zone, he was already requesting a credit card for your use exclusively. It didn't get delivered in time. That's why he landed his at the protocore auction;

"5 million. You offer will make people think I'm broke. Wouldn't want that, sweetie." That line alone explains everything, on top of he only sounding satisfied when you bought every protocore there;

He loves showing off to others how healthy he is and how no other but him is suitable to spoil his dom miss hunter;

Did you ever notice he's always spoiling you? Dresses, high-quality protocore-based weapons, week dates to expensive and exclusive restaurants, jewelry, even a private fireworks show. Luke and Kieran are always running down to Linkon to deliver you something new in the middle of the week because Sylus can't wait the entire week. He never can;

Sylus gets off watching his bank account movement as you spend his money. As higher the spent, better his orgasm;

You can spend all you want, but he made sure to request that every time you wish to buy a new set o lingerie, he could give his humble opinion on it;

On top of that, he always gives you hints about what he wants you to use on him. That's why you had to stop opening your message app on the hunter's association computer browser: Sylus can send you links to a new sex toy any time during the day. As I told you before, he can never wait properly;

"They made an exclusive high-quality leather collar craved in rubies." *sends the link of the N109 zone's craftsman* "Wouldn't that match my eyes, mistress hunter?"

It's a matter of three days wait to receive the said collar at your apartment's door. That's Sylus way to make you visit his mansion;

And THATS when his other side bloom. The SAM sub side. 'SAM' is also a shortcut that stands for a combination from "pain slut" and a brat. Sylus is both;

I mean, come on, he made you shoot him, and since the evol resonance failed, he acted like a desperate brat. When he noticed that his behavior was making you dislike him, Sylus noticed that it was better to show his freaky side little by little, to not scare his darling away from him;

But he couldn't even if he wanted to. You two are attached to levels that neither of you can actually understand. He knows that, and he wants to explore his desires with you because they're made to suit yours. He knows that deep inside, you want to devour him as much as he wants to feel the pain;

Is that threatening feeling that makes his eyes sparkle in blood red. That's why there's this push-pull dynamic happening with him. It's because he's desperately trying to bring out your dom side;

That's when the second name he refers about you appears. "Miss hunter," "mistress hunter," is just the surface level of Sylus as a sub;

It's when "ma'am" slips out his mouth that you know you have this man on your hands. And "ma'am" isn't "mommy." There's a substantial difference between them. That's why every sub is different;

As an example, let's use another lads man as an example: Rafayel. Rafayel is the type of sub that refers to you as "mommy." From his behavior to his tone of voice, his "mommy's" melodic calls are a meeting awaited for centuries, it's a sign of obedience, an eager plea for guidance to a comfort place where he doesn't have to worry anymore;

Sylus "ma'ams" are pleas for destruction. He wants more, and he wants harder;

"Yes ma'am. Can you do it harder? Fuck! I need it harder!"

You're entropy to his universe. As you two reach the chaos together in a complex dance of testing the others' nerves, more alive he feels.

He teases, and he teases way too much. You should always keep attention to his body signs cause he's reckless when there's a collar around his neck. When he watches the rubies of his now favorite collar shining on the mirror, all he wants is to you to break him;

Put a pretty gag on his convinced smile. He doesn't want praises, so when he starts drooling slut him out. Watch Sylus getting hard with your condescending tone. He will keep mumbling back cause he wants more;

Force him on his knees, kick his legs spread apart, and pull his hair back. The face of eagerness approval he will give you is gonna be priceless;

Slap his skin, face with your hands, thighs, and ass with the so commented good leather toys he bought. Do that every time he shows himself unable to keep his damm hands on the handcuffs;

Rip his skin with your nails. It isn't like he gives you other options. When Sylus notices you're scratching him, he will find a way to piss you off. "I thought your nails are sharper than that," "a kitten can't scratch it like tiger after all, shouldn't put my expectations too high." Watch him hiss and arch as you paint his torso with thin red fillets of his ripped sensitive skin;

I think he's also okay with spit, especially on his mouth;

He is large and tough. He can take anything, and I mean ANYTHING you give it to him;

Shove a vibrator right on prostate and keep pumping his cock, test him to see how much he can handle until he breaks;

Because when he, in fact, breaks, there's nothing left but a dumb slut that can only mumble unconnected words – swearing disconnected sentences in its great majority;

When you finish with him, he will be a mess, head too cloudy to think as you take care of his bruises;

Isn't it like you could prevent him from walking around with little to no fabric on his torso inside the house. He's definitely an exhibitionist. Those are bruises worthy to show of, anyway, he likes seeing himself in the mirror with them, it feels right;

As he watch them fade away, it is just a matter of time for him until he starts to get on your nerves again, to make your obscene art on his skin and on his mind.

[gabbytbll]

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒 ⚠: 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭/𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤.

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄'𝐒 ╰┈➤: 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐎𝐎𝐂! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭.

𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 - 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒚 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑨𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌

𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐲 @k1ssyoursister 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡♡

ྐ✚ We all know he stalks you with mephisto 24/7 from his stalking he has learned everything about you and i mean everything.

ྐ✚ He knows what you like to eat the most so he will randomly buy food for you whenever he feels like u didn't eat enough.

ྐ✚ He is a VERY possessive man, so whenever he sees a guy or girl flirting with you then their usually dead by tomorrow for messing with his darling without his permission.

ྐ✚ He hates to make you scared of him but if he has to do something you don't like he throws that thought out the window to do what he thinks is best for his darling.

ྐ✚ You know not to go on dates with people but whenever sylus makes you mad, you disobey him to get back at him for something he did.

ྐ✚ He favorite punishment method is tying you up to the bed post and leaving you for hours with a vibrator teasing you while he leaves to go do work or he just sits there and watches you while playing with the settings to the vibrator on his phone.

ྐ✚ You know the rules he has set in place for you and he KNOW'S you like breaking them so every time you break a rule, he finds out different ways to punish you.

ྐ✚ This guy is the type of guy to break your legs if you try to leave him, he just loves his darling so much he can't help it.

ྐ✚ He would never force you to have sex with him, but he will get more needy and clingy until you give in to him.

ྐ✚ One of his favorite things to do in bed is to eat your pussy that man gets pussy drunk from how good you taste on his tongue, it's one of his favorite flavors he said.

ྐ✚ He would most definitely get your name tattooed on his chest or abs he doesn't care if you like it or not because he loves it.

ྐ✚ He can be submissive for you if you like him like that, but he prefers being dominate and in control of things.

ྐ✚ He loves how his dick can make you turn into a dumb whore, he likes to take videos of you like that and then show you later to embarrass you.

ྐ✚ Whenever you would be possessive back he would get instantly turned on he thinks you look so hot whenever your mad someone flirts with him.

ྐ✚ He loves to mark you anyway he can to show that you belong to him and no one else, he marks you in places you know you can't hide like under your chin or near your ear.

ྐ✚ When you got kidnapped by his enemy's, he started a war with the people who kidnapped or hurt you and of course he won just for you.

ྐ✚ Will have sex with you ANYWHERE he doesn't care about public decency when it comes to you, would kill anyone who seen you while you and him have sex cause only he can see you like that.

ྐ✚ He would kill anyone just because you said so or complained about them, he can't have his darling sad about what another person did to you that's a no no for him.

ྐ✚ You know how much he's obsessed with you, and you use it to your advantage sometimes because you love how he would do ANYTHING for you and i mean anything.

ྐ✚ He loves to take you on random expensive dates to whatever he feels like would impress you the most or what you love to do, from a sky restaurant to a massage place.

ྐ❤︎ " p- please slow d- down sylus" you said while arching your back, trying to run from his rough thrust's. He let out a breathy chuckle while watching you struggle from his rough pace " but darling you love it so much- i can feel you clench around me so tight" he said with a groan. You run your hands up his body to wrap your arms around his head to hold onto something. "ughnn please i c- cant" you said, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You clench around his dick as you have your third orgasm of the night. He lets out a small moan. "yesss good girl, cum on my dick" He groaned, words breathy. He started to move his head down to suck on your abused nipples. Your leg's give out as they start to shake around his hips from the overstimulation.

He grabs your hips and starts slamming you back against him making him go even deeper. The sounds of wet skin slapping fill's the hot air. You start moaning louder close to another orgasm. "I'm going to ungh cum ah- again" you said, out of breath. His thrusts turn irregular the more he gets close to his own release. "Fuck darling you're so tight you're going to cut my dick off" Sylus said, teeth grinding together he thinks he can taste metal.

His pace gets more desperate the more he thrusts into you. You start to lose your mind from how deep his is in you, you swear you can feel him in your womb. "Fuckk- ah- i'm cumming ugnh darling~" Sylus said, words slurring as his vison turns white for a couple seconds. It's like something snapped. You let out a loud moan as liquid squirted out from around his dick trying to push his dick out from your tight hole. You whole world turns white from pleasure. He lets out a groan from overstimulation, he almost cum's again from how tight you feel around him.

As you slowly come back down from pleasure you see him above you with a smug smirk. You ignore that look and tried to move from out of his hold to go clean up. "Aww don't be embarrassed darling it was rly hot" he said, with a breathy chuckle. You ignored his remark and tried to get up from the bed to stand up but failed. You let out a sigh "can you help me please" You said in a small voice. He gets up to help you to the bathroom to clean the both of you up.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃

✧𝐓𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞,𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭✧

𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭<𝟑

©️ 𝐠𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲𝐭𝐛𝐥𝐥. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

[scruus]

nobody can convince me sylus behaves like That bc he's a "dom" that man is clearly a brat asking to get punished mc just doesn't want to acknowledge it bc she thinks he's a weirdo already

people can delude themselves as much as he wants saying “oooh he is such a daddy!” or “thats a sadistic dom right there” all absolute bullshit. Did people forget the shine in his eyes when MC challenged him??? When she pressed her foot on his dick and he literally went “raise the stakes” ???? DID PEOPLE NOT SEE THAT???

this man wants the absolute filthy sex ever. I am not hearing anyone out. Slap his fucking face and cock till blood seeps out of his lips because he is tryna suppress his moans, uk tryna not look “weak” but with the way his eyes are rolling back and his lips are twitching into a lazy grin, this man is the biggest masochist.

He definitely likes to adorn the hickeys and bruises on him the next day, you know? Running his fingers along his neck and sides, pressing on the light bruise as the pain courses through his body and his dick twitches in his pants.

God he wants you to absolutely fucking break him. But be aware. He wont back down without a fight.

After all, its sylus. Motherfucking leader of N109 zone and your personal painslut <3

[dreamsofmoney]

-> L&DS Sylus x reader

GN!reader, sub!Sylus who resists but defeated at the end, dom!reader (kinda mean and harsh reader), slightly yandere Sylus, suggestive but nothing explicit

Sylus is portrayed as very dominant in game, the first meeting with him alone is enough to give a clear understanding of what kind of person he is (or at least how he wants to show off in front of others) : a strong and ferocious man whose authority rules over everybody around him.

For that reason, it was quite a shock for him to witness you being so daring around him during that night, the one after he had saved you from those delinquents (more like kidnapped you, but he sees it differently) .

To think that you were so helpless just a few hours ago when he had found you and kept you safe in his mansion ; at night you were suddenly brave enough to enter his bedroom, quietly pushing the doors, stepping in as quickly as a little mouse. While he was sleeping, you carefully took his large hand, clasping the handcuffs on his soft wrist and attaching the other end to the bed frame.

Sylus was a light sleeper, the minimal sounds of the bedsheets moving, the click of the handcuffs or even just your steady breath were enough to avert his attention. As the predator that he usually is, the white haired man was ready to pounce on his prey, catch it, and imprison it again for daring to prowl around him.

He was just about to open his eyes, until he felt a ghostly touch on his bare shoulder, going down to his chest, pushing the thin blanket further away. Now he could only feel amused by your manoeuvres ; really, the little hopeless prey he saved was taking their chance in seducing him with their charms, right in his moment of vulnerability in the middle of the night? He restrained a smirk forming on his lips. But what could happen anyway after he takes the matter in his control?

All of a sudden you grip Sylus's chin in your left hand, making him wince under you. He lets out a grunt when he feels his teeth clench under your grasp, urgently alerted by your actions he glares towards your direction but he can't see you yet. The lights above blind him and he can only make out your silhouette on top of him : one thing that he is sure of is that you're smiling widely at him, as you let out a quiet guttural laugh, mocking his reaction.

However, Sylus is a man who knows how to keep calm and stay level-headed.

" The little bird came for somethin'? " he teases between his gritted teeth. Sylus wonders what exactly has motivated you to act like this; perhaps revenge, perhaps you've realized he is your savior and you've grown a liking into him, hence your seductive approach for the night - or something far more sinister is in your plans.

Silently, you trace your right handed fingers over different areas of his upper body, your soft feathery touch lingering and making him shudder. Although he keeps his composure stable, you can feel the goosebumps of his skin and his body hair rising up. He grows impatient of your little game, as you keep playing with him and you tighten your grip on his face, you know it's only a matter of time until the tiger snaps : you must tame it quickly.

You push the blanket further down, revealing more of his naked body ; the coldness that hits him makes him tense even more, his glare becomes more menacing, trying to pierce right through you and yet, you keep an immutable tranquility in your movements. Suddenly, you violently turn his face to the right, Sylus lets out a small gasp, then he feels a crushing pain in his left wrist, his arm forcibly pinned above his head. He ignores the pain and when he turns his gaze back at you, you tower over him, you're much closer, he can finally observe the traits of your face from up close. He notices this intense shining in your slitted eyes, with a big grin plastered on your face, somewhat of an evil look that he cannot help but find adorable too. You seem amused by the situation, while Sylus cannot feel more frustrated than now, he's not in for the teasing and playing around anymore.

"Birdie I don't know what you're trynna do here, but I suggest you to stop. Prying on me so noisily, with this kind of ridiculous method and accessory isn't gonna lead you to a good outcome."

"No. You just don't understand what's coming for you Sylus, and you had no idea of what I am capable of when you decided to bring me here. Now I'll show you just that."

Sylus frowns his eyebrows at your answer, utterly astonished and confused by your words.

The swift touch of your right handed fingers comes in contact with the supple skin of his chest again, lightly pinching at it here and there, then caresses up his neck, while a subtle pressure between his legs makes him impulsively squirm underneath you.

"I'm sorry Sylus, but I'm the one keeping you trapped this time."

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

Obviously this was inspired from the first encounter with Sylus in game and the moment when MC comes into his bedroom to steal the brooch. I really liked that moment in the game so I wanted to give it different turn hehe.

Writing is so hard!!! It's been so long since I wrote anything and this is my first or second time posting a drabble on here - I don't remember - so please do share, repost, like and comment if you like it and if you want more. Don't hesitate to come chat with me too if you wanna!

Also, excuse me for any spelling mistakes and grammar errors, english isn't my first language and I learn my language the way I eat my ice cream : messily.

[stcrmade-illusions]

Here’s a little sneak peek of what I’m working on 🤭 hoping to post soon. Name is: Sweetest Temptation.

18+ CONTENT AHEAD MDNI!