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Oh, to actually be his kitten 🥺

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Riding Sylus while he's working on his motorcycle.

You can't help yourself, not when he's laying flat on his back, the gray t-shirt riding up his abdomen, his muscles flexing as he twists random bolts and adjusts certain parts of his bike, oh and don’t forget the little noises—

It’s mouthwatering, you didn’t think it was possible for you to crave him any harder than you already did. But this? Oh this infuriatingly, effortlessly enticing display as you ready to start barking like a goddamn bitch for him.

You’re moving before your brain can properly catch up with yourself. Quick strides across his expansive garage just to stand over him, one leg on each side of his hips.

“Need something, kitten?” Of course he sensed you, but he made no effort to push out from under his bike.

“Yeah, Sy. I think I do.” And you drop down, straddling his waist and resting the full weight of your body directly over his groin. “Oh? Help yourself, kitten. You know I don’t mind.” He’s already twitching beneath you, steadily coming to life. You nearly forgot how much Sylus loved when you used him for your own gain. Turns him on so easily…

“Act like I’m not even here, Sy.” And you know that’s impossible for him, but you want him to keep working on his bike while you have your fun. His response is a quiet hum, fingers skillfully screwing another piece in.

You’re too eager to wait, lifting yourself enough to yank at the buckle and zipper of his pants. Pulling him straight from the confines of his briefs moments later. “Eager.”

A gentle, yet smug whisper. And you can’t be bothered to deny his comment, fingers wrapping around the twitching length of his cock. Feeling his warmth, his weight in your palms, your mouth watering at the sight.

You let the saliva pool, opening your mouth to let your tongue fall out. The drool dripping obscenely from your tongue and landing directly on his flushed tip. Mixing with the dribble of precum that oozes out. “Needy.”

You manage to shoot back eventually, but there is no real bite to your words. No, you’re too focused on yanking whatever layers keep your lower half from being on his. “Kitten, while you’re here, can you pass me that little red box to the left of your leg? Can’t reach.”

Despite not being able to see his face, you swear you hear the smirk in his words. “Got it.” And you reach forward, grabbing the box and sliding it slowly up his stomach, then his chest, finally within reach for him to grab.

Just as you lean backwards, you position him at your entrance. Sinking in with just a tad of resistance, but your mind was too cloudy with lust to properly prep yourself for him and his considerable size. “Kitten.”

A strained warning, he didn’t exactly like when you skipped steps. He’d be livid if you got yourself hurt using his cock. But dammit, you’d rather beg for forgiveness than wait for his permission. “…’m fine, Sy. Keep-shit-keep working.”

Surprisingly, he does, but you can sense the strain in his movements. You can visibly see his abdomen constrict as you bottom out, jaw going slack as he presses nearly uncomfortably into your cervix.

An addictive mix of pleasure and pain, unavoidable with his size, but you’ve come to truly enjoy the bite.

You can’t exactly ride him the way you desire with the way you are now, knees pressing into the concrete of his garage. So, you lift yourself slowly, whimpering at the drag of his length against your walls, and adjust your footing.

Now, you’re squatting on him, something that makes your cheeks burn, but it provides you with the stability you need. “Shit, you’re so big.” Your hands splay across his abdomen, pushing the material of his shirt up higher.

“So you’ve told me, once or twice…” but you’re sinking again, and it cuts him short as he’s wrapped in your heat fully. “Shut that pretty mouth and keep working.” You command him, feeling him shudder before resuming his initial task. He loved when you ordered him around, too.

Sylus considered himself free use for you. Whenever you wanted him, wherever you wanted him, he was yours.

Your hips found a steady rhythm, dragging yourself up and down his cock until the movements were met with no resistance. Just the velvety smooth glide of skin on skin.

Each time your hips fell, you were met with the addicting pressure against your cervix, nearly doubling you over. Wanton moans slipping past your lips in huffs, sweat building along your hairline as you tried to fuck yourself on him similarly to how he’d fuck you normally.

But dammit, it really was a lot of work.

“S-Sylus…” and you know he knows, because you feel his legs adjust behind you. “Hold on.”

Your head is craning back, eyes widening slightly as you see him brace his two leather boot clad feet on the floor. His knees bend, nearly bumping you forward. You’re left fisting the material of his shirt with one hand, and gripping the leather of his bike seat with the other.

“Work with me, kitten. I’ll help you out.” And he thrusts upwards, eliciting a sharp squeal from your lips before you can process what he means. Then, he picks up where you left off. Somehow still fiddling with the underside of his bike while his hips piston up into your hot cunt.

You bring your hips down to meet each thrust, the steady pap pap of your bodies connecting threatens to make your eyes roll back. The fleeting friction against your aching clit is enough to have your walls fluttering, the string tightening as your cunt is overwhelmed with pleasure.

“S-shit I’m gonna cum…”

Sylus doesn’t answer you verbally, rather, he thrusts deeper. Letting you grind yourself against him until you’re seeing stars before continuing his previous pace.

The air in your lungs seems to freeze, entire body stiffening as you grip onto him like a vice. Your orgasm rips through you, your walls immediately spasming around him as a you soak his hips with your release. You barely come down, vision clouded with stars when you feel him pour into you.

It’s only when he stops twitching that he finally pushes himself out from under his bike, both of you flinching as you not so gently bottom out again. He’s sweaty, oil and bike grime smeared on his cheeks and arms. But he looks blissed out, not quite sated, but relaxed.

“Have your fun, kitten?”

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mama’s boy

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big gulp

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5 o' clock, zayne

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ZYANE APPRECIATIONNNNNNN😫🫶

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Their linkage!!!

I have... so many thoughts and emotions but I don't think I can formulate them (my head is still not in the best space what even are sentences)

I'll try briefly though

First off...

The Daturas

I am sick 💔

Second of all... the symbolism

The linkage changing from handcuffs, ie (in MC's case) being unwillingly/forcefully tied to each other, to this... to being now willingly bound together, their lives intimately intertwining, and their souls literally blooming because of it.

And speaking of blooming, that's a theme with SylusMC.

Only when they are together can flowers (and their lives) bloom

It's so beautiful augh don't talk to me rn I'm 😭💘

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sleepy Sylus, all cute with his soft and inviting lips. I wanna kiss them so bad😫😫it would be a dream to wake up next to this face every day

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No way this is an official fucking commission

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₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ caleb finding ur gspot <3

💭 : p in v , changing positions, mating press, prone bone, doggy, dumbification, slight degradation with praise

you didn’t know what he was doing. every time you thought he’d stop, he’d settle, he would change positions. acting like he was trying to find something inside of you that you didn’t even know was there. but your body did.

every time caleb thrusted, you clenched around him in pleasure—but it felt like he was missing something. every time he changed positions—from your legs on his shoulders, bending you in a way you didn’t even think was possible, to putting all his weight on top of you as you drool into the pillow—he blubbered something about knowing that it was somewhere inside, that he was so close to finding it.

every thrust was restless, a thrust deep—short, fast, a bit too the right, far to the left—you felt it through the fuzzy haze that muffled your hearing and overstimulating you. you felt your brain turn into mush, seeping past your lips as drool with every buck.

“c-caleb,” you slurred, face pressed against your pillow as he lifted your hips and pressed your ass against his pelvis. “‘leb, what’re you do—hah!” he quickly hushed you, thrusting harshly again, seeking for something—and you thought he hit it before missing it by a fraction. “know it’s here somewhere. fuck, fuck—gonna find it—gonna make you squirt, baby,” he panted.

he moved your hips to the side—thrusted. moved them slightly down—thrust. up again—thrust. until he pressed down on your back, making you arch against the matress and moved his knee—

he hit it and it felt like your brain popped.

you let out a sharp scream (one that your neighbors will probably call 911 thinking you were murdered) and you squirted. loud, wet, and dirty as your jaw dropped. he let out a choked gasp and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. he let out a long groan, head tilting back. “fuckkkk… there ya’ go. all dumb and fucked out for me, huh?”

he drew back, just to slam back, tip pressing against your gspot again that made your legs fly around and hips buck. “as you should, right? you like being so dumb for gege. your drooling your brains out, sweets,” he chuckled, grinding against the spot as you sobbed into the pillow.

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😭😭🩷🩷🩷 we’re getting married

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Current mood

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Anyway

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💋🫶🏽

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*Taps mic* Sylus is NOT a brat tamer!

I've talked about Sylus type of dominance before but I will say it once more: He is a soft!Dom all the way!! He does not feel the need to assert himself in an aggressive or overbearing manner to show/feel like he is the one in control.

He knows exactly how to get what he wants whenever he wants. Hooowever, he enjoys playing along when it comes to you. He will indulge in your every whim, be as bratty, greedy and/or unreasonable as it may be, because ultimately he knows that he can take whatever may happen.

Therefore, Sylus is in reality a brat-enabler! He loooves if his partner is demanding because being able to fullfil your needs and wishes is a major part of what drives him as a whole. It also makes him feel satisfied beyond words.

He will sit back and watch whatever chaos you may cause with much amusement and love in his eyes. He knows you can handle yourself just fine, but he will be at your beck and call at every chance he gets, just say the word and he's right there. You are everything to him and he wants to give you everything he possibly can (and even things he can't).

If you guys want to see a real brat tamer then a cute doc called Zayne is right there.

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