⟡ this isn’t your first time crossing paths with big bad wolf sylus as you cut through the woods—and he knows exactly why you came back. ⟡
💌 ⁀➴ content warnings: 18+! lowercase intended. non-evol au. supernatural elements. hard dom sylus. pet names (pretty kitty, kitten). fear play. primal play. dirty talk. brat taming in a way. teasing. fingering. bite marks. oral (reader receiving). masturbation. finger sucking. cockwarming. rough sex. from behind. brief mention of knotting.
💌 ⁀➴ wc: 1.3k. song mention: big bad wolf. lana del rey. (iykyk)
⟡ a note from 乇m! ⟡ here’s to another spooky saturday! i’ve never written anything close to omegaverse so sorry if this barely even counts. i just wanted big bad scary sylus with a tail :3 if that’s a crime then CUFF ME. TAKE ME TO THE SLAMMER. I’LL DO MY TIME.
💌 ⁀➴ thank you for reading! 𝜗ৎ
big bad wolf sylus who knows it’s you the moment you take the wrong path through the woods.
your heart always confesses your exact location, with tender little rabbit pulses so sticky and sweet that he can almost taste them.
he hears dead, wet leaves rustle beneath your every step, picks up the scent of your soft, cherry pie breaths, follows you through a gap of moonlight that spills like blood through the belly of the forest.
he reveals the gleam of his eyes first, shiny as the ruby red apples nestled within the woven basket on your arm, though hardly as sweet. then, he creeps from the thick brush of dark, wearing a cold-hearted scar for a smile, swaying his heavy storm gray tail like a threat. his massive carriage for a chest is far too large a cage for his weary heart. the height of his sillhouette alone frightens any shadow and startles all sound.
he is truly, in every sense of the word, a monster.
yet here you are again.
big bad wolf sylus who gives you ten seconds to run.
he allows you the illusion of a headstart, the false promise of a chance at escape. he even stalls the countdown, lingering on 8 . . . 9 . . . and 10 . . . to rescue one of the fallen apples that spilled from your basket as you ran away.
he catches a whiff of your little sugar-coated heartbeat within minutes, drumming desperately, trilling at the frequency of a frightened songbird, from behind a tree curved slightly at the spine. though, purposely, he stalks past you, carving his fangs into the ripe flesh of your apple with a dangerous chuckle.
“here, pretty kitty,” he coos, just beyond your reach.
then, he pounces.
his eyes flare at the sight of you, red as cursed starlight, wounding the cold darkness. you leap from the dirt with a precious scream when he swats for your arm. his claws snag the corner of your silk skirt instead, and the fabric tears before you can scamper off again.
he snarls into a cruel snicker before chasing after you.
big bad wolf sylus who snatches your ankle once he catches up to you.
who has you on your back, caged between his legs, but does not restrain you. he hesitates, alloting time for you to steady your breaths. though, your heart does not remain calm, and you are easily distracted by the way the moonlight washes over his furry, silver hair, and the blood moon shape of his eyes.
this is how he asks if you’re sure.
he is not surprised, however, when you refuse to run from him. he has known, all along, that you heart does not beat this truthfully out of fear.
big bad wolf sylus whose heavy hands sneak underneath your frayed little red skirt to roam the innocent warmth of your thighs.
he leans in to sniff your syrup-sweet pulse, then sweeps his harsh tongue and nibbles tenderly, impatiently, at your tender flesh. your heartrate quickens—eager.
“bad girl,” he chastises, “you almost got away.”
you shake your head, sacrificing a heavy breath.
“i didn’t mean it,” you whisper.
“you’ll have to prove it to me, kitten.”
then, as easily as he tossed you to your back, he steers you onto your hands and knees, positioned directly in front of him so he can kneel behind you. his fingers work your needy cherry bud in tight, punishing circles, demanding all of your sticky fruit juice. his other hand tunnels for more of your sweetness with deepening thrusts of his thumb caving in on you.
though, the sight of you fucking yourself back onto his fingers, a mess of delicious shivers and berry-filled moans and dewy star cider gleaming between your doughy thighs, soon overcomes him, and he can no longer deny himself the taste of you.
big bad wolf sylus who gnaws ticklish red teeth marks into the backs of your thighs, soft as dessert, sweeter than peppermint candy. who spreads you apart with his thumbs before devouring your sacred strawberry seed.
he eats you up with sloppy flicks of his beastly tongue, greedy tosses and turns of his head, hungry purrs and desperate paws at your legs to hold you still, to drag you in closer. you whimper, a bit higher-pitched than he’s used to, and reach back to claw your fingers through his hair, wrestling with his unforgiving grip on your thighs.
he chuckles into another longing kiss to your clit. “am i picking on you? need me to slow down?”
“’s just—hah—t-too good. don’t stop, p-please,” you sigh.
he obeys by sucking hard, and precisely, to earn your gooey center, to finally satiate his craving for your salted caramel drizzle. he traps himself in a haze of lust and thirst, barely aware of his hand seeking the ache of his beast for a cock.
he tugs himself blindly, humping into his own fist, treating his growing appetite with your fine wine. but he is acutely aware of your gentle demand.
“that’s not f-fair. i—nngh—i n-need to feel all of you. don’t make me wait.”
big bad wolf sylus who does not take this lightly.
you know better than to interrupt him, during this of all things. he scolds you by pillowing your chin with the palm of his hand, pressing his fingers into your cheeks to keep you steady as he pumps himself directly in front of your face. you stare back up at him with a soft pout and starry, midnight glass eyes.
“bad girl,” he growls, “say it back to me.”
you sniffle softly, then mumble, “‘m a bad girl.”
“say it again,” he commands, “mean it, c’mon.”
he watches the slow roll of your throat as you swallow. tiny creases pit the space between your brows as you gaze down at his glossy tip gliding in and out of his heavy fist. your pout worsens, and sylus can’t restrain a grunt. it’s your fault he has to discipline you this way—if you had just behaved, he wouldn’t have to resist this sudden urge to teethe at your precious bottom lip to keep it from quivering, to suck your tongue into his mouth, to stuff your throat with his cock.
you mutter again, “i’m a bad girl, i—”
“louder. can’t hear you, kitten.”
“‘m such a bad girl,” you say, with the cutest little tremor to your voice, “i’m sorry—‘m so sorry. i’ve been so naughty. i deserve this.”
his dark red mouth curls into a sinister smile. but he can’t let you know how satisfied he is yet. he bullies his thumb past your lips, teasing you by allowing permission for you to suck on something other than his cock.
“do you think this is fair?” he taunts.
then, when he does finally slip through your pastry pink walls, he stills, returning his fingers to your candy-glaze clit.
“what about this, hm? is this fair?”
you scrape your fingernails into the soil, baring the weight of his still cock with a wince, but fussing through whines and trembling for his doting fingertips.
“do you not know what’s fair anymore, kitten? what’s the matter? you were so confident earlier.”
“‘m s-sorry—i-i’m sorry,” you babble, “i didn’t mean it, i—ungh—i just want you to move. that’s all.”
“you have ten seconds to cum. then i’ll move.”
he leaves you no choice but to submit to the will of his fingers, to profess your undying loyalty to being his good girl by cumming on command.
but, he stalls, lingering on the 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . until, just in time, you release as soon as he gives you permission, shuddering and clenching tighter at the sound of his praise.
“hah—th-thank you. thank you, thank you, thank you for punishing me. thank you for teaching me how to be a good girl—for l-letting me cum.” you babble to him on end, completely gone.
his cockhead throbs inside of you from the sound of your endless whining. he satiates your cunt with a restless thrust forward, rewarding you further. his cock has to twitch again as it revels in your sticky sweetness.
“‘atta girl. that’s it. there’s my good girl. where have you been, pretty kitty?”
big bad wolf sylus who is practically salivating at the sight of you taking him so well.
you welcome his brutal thrusts with all of your sweetest sounds and scents, cushioning him with your warm, dripping honeypot. he indulges in his favorite treat.
his fangs glint in the pale moonlight as he tilts his chin back, grunting heavily with each clap of your heart-shaped ass knocking back into his hips.
“can i feel you this time? please?” you glance back to ask.
he responds with a primal chuckle. “we’ll be stuck here for hours—mmph. don’t you have somwhere to be, little kitten?”
you shake your head. “i-i don’t care. i—nngh—can’t stop thinking about it. it’s all i want.”
he tsks, clicking his sharp tongue against the roof of his mouth.
“you poor thing,” he purrs, “maybe if you’re a better girl next time. then you’ll actually deserve it.”
big bad wolf sylus who knows exactly why you’ll come back to the woods—and can’t wait for your return.
𝜗ৎ⭑ 乇m’s masterlist! in case you’re interested in my other works!
titsay
yousharknotpass
turnnoffyourmind
theartofmadeline
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