HII!! I loved the spanking fic you did for Zayne in Kinktober smmmmm and there was this readee who asked you if you could ever make a part 2 in which he uses the belt, you said you would do it and just to remind you once kinktober is over. It was really really such a delicious fic and I would be sooo sooo happy if you made a part 2 with a belt and ROUGH HARD spanking with gentle aftercare PRETTY PLEASEEEE
LOVED YOUR FIC ONCE AGAIN XOXO
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ᯓ★ SYNOPSIS: spanked by your husband for bratting off BUT he doesn’t want to use his hands this time :(
ᯓ★ PAIRINGS: husband! zayne x reader
ᯓ★ WARNINGS: rough spanking (belt + hairbrush), cockwarming, dom!zayne, sub!reader, slight subspace, aftercare, hard to soft dom zayne || 1.3K
ᯓ★ A/N: trying to bring myself out of the biggest writers blocks ever, a sylus fic might be coming soon!! look out :p
THWACK!
“mhm!—four…! hah…z-zayne?” you spoke over the quick sound of the belt behind readjusted in his hand, the jiggling only made you fear for the next smacks. you didn’t dare to move your head and look at him, continuing to hold that pillow he graciously allowed you to have. bent over the edge of the bed, your ass already reddened with a few welts.
zayne hummed from behind you, “yes?” he paused in his spanking so far, waiting for your response. you whined, “..can’t you be softer..? a little softer at—gah!”
a harder, heavier smack echoed through the room as your body tensed violently, your ass shook upon impact, feeling the burning sting which quickly turned into pleasure, “…hah…hmm…”
“why should i go softer? i warned you that if you continue to brat off, i’ll spank this cute ass of yours.” zayne rested a hand on your lower back, rubbing it slightly whilst also bending you into a small arch, “stay in this position, you only have 10 left.”
you whined but held onto the pillow tighter, bracing yourself.
SMACK!
your body tensed again, legs kicking with the heavy sting that lingered, your torso lifting off the bed. zayne noticed instantly, “down.”
“…m’trying..” a small whimper left your mouth, slowly lowering yourself again, “…s’too much…”
as much as he tried to be stern, his heart melted at your words, zayne stopped for a second and knelt beside you, revealing your face slightly wet with tears, “do you need to say the safeword? we can stop if you want to.”
you shook your head no, “…no..m’okay..”
“you sure? should i continue?” zayne leant down closer to your face, giving you a kiss on your temple. he felt you nod, yet that wasn’t good enough.
his hand went under your chin, lifting your head upwards, “hey, i need words, darling.”
you took a deep breath, nodding still, “yeah..you can c-continue…”
zayne brushed the hair that stuck to your forehead, “just as hard?”
“just as hard..”
“alright.” zayne rubbed your hair, gently lowering your head again. he noticed your back already lifted, gently whacking it with the back of his hand, “down, baby.”
zayne stepped back, holding the belt nicely in his hands and folding it. his hand rose, landing the belt on the centre of your ass with a harsh smack. a loud cry echoed, yet you actually stayed still.
you gripped onto the pillow tighter, already feeling tired from the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure, “ah..zay—“
WHACK!
“agh! zaynie..! hmphh!” your hand went back, holding your poor ass cheek in your hand, hoping that your whines didn’t fall onto deaf ears.
you awaited his response, the silence only made your heart slightly drop, not wanting to disappoint him at all. that’s not what you wanted. you were sorry, for bratting off and for ignoring him earlier. all of it.
however, your only response back was a soft scoff.
“…i’ll make it quick, rid you of your suffering hm?” zayne walked closer, grabbing your hand and pinning it to your back, his foot rested on the back of your legs, keeping you still. the hand that captured yours pressed your lower back down into a deeper arch, “ah—what are you..?-“
THWACK! SMACK!
zayne swung the belt in a quick succession, not stopping once in between each smack, making sure to hit your sit spots and the upper part of your ass. there was no time for you to cry or beg, not when he laid down so many slaps you couldn’t even count.
your poor ass reddened quickly, small welts were visible, not too bad but enough to sting when touched. your body didn’t even fight back, one thing zayne stored in the back of his mind to reward you for after.
“ow!—ah! plea—ow! zayne! zayne! gah..!” you whined, yet soon enough accepted your fate, staying still and biting the pilllow, trees running down your face and thighs. zayne didn’t stop until he reached 15, finally dropping the belt and removing himself from your body to admire his work.
you fell limp, your hands dropped to your sides, your back lowering as you whimpered, “…ow..”
zayne knelt down, already rubbing your ass with his evol, soothing the burn and redness, “…shh, you did so well. took your punishment like a big girl hm?”
you nodded, too tired to speak, already feeling sleep take over your mind, your face scrunched up slightly, “…hah..g-gentle..”
“yes, of course.” zayne stayed with you there until it didn’t feel as hot as it did before, kissing your cheeks every so often. his other hand rubbing up and down your back.
after some soothing, you finally spoke, “…you were so mean…”
“i have to be mean sometimes, my love. but look, now i’m not mean anymore.”
you rubbed your eyes of your tears, hiding your face in a pillow. zayne sighed, trying not to giggle at your cute state right now. he stood up and sat beside you , gently lifting your body up and into his lap. Your ass off his thighs to keep you from squirming, “shh…” his hand rubbed at your tears, kissing your forehead.
hiding your face, you whined into his chest, resting further with every rub on your back. zayne gently kissed your cheeks, rubbing your neck, “you didn’t even move for the last ones, what a good girl. you deserve a reward, my sweet. what do you want me to do?”
you didn’t speak, only grinding your hips into his crotch. the action spoke for itself, your wet pussy dropping onto his trousers. “oh?” zayne smirked, his hand rubbing your hair, the other hand going to his trousers and unzipping them — his belt already been put to use.
he gently pulled his trousers and boxers down enough for his half hard cock to spring up, resting proud. impatiently, you began grinding harder into his cock, your slick lubricating his cock already, “…want it..”
“patience sweetheart, let me adjust you first.” zayne lifted your body upwards so you straddled his lap properly. by the time he finally got you into a position where you didn’t rest your bruised ass on his rough trousers, his cock was already throbbing with precum.
“go on,” he urged, “sit down gently.”
you held onto his shoulders, lowering your body onto his cock and moaning, “…big..”
zayne laughed, kissing your forehead, “i know…but you can do it, i know you can.”
you laid your head on his chest, slowly lowering your pussy down onto his cock, despite the slight burn from being stretched so far. you sat down properly, feeling so full, “…hah…mhm, love your cock..”
placing a hand on your head, zayne rrubbed your hair, gently untangling the curls which got jumbled up from his rough handling — when he was throwing you onto the bed before spanking you raw.
he rubbing his chin on the top of your head, speaking softly into your ear, “…i can feel you fighting sleep, rest.”
“nuh uh…” you whined, shaking your head no. zayne sighed, “you’re tired, and you know it.”
“nuh uh…” another bratty whine.
zayne grabbed the hairbrush from the bedside table secretly. he whacked your cheeks twice as you jolted, “ah!—ow! okay!”
“don’t start with your brattiness, i’m not afraid to bend you back over the bed.” zayne’s firmer voice made you instantly melt, hugging him tighter whilst rubbing your cheek that he hit, “…okkaaayyy!”
zayne placed the brush on the braid table once more, rubbing your ass, “sleep now, it’s enough brattiness from you missy.”
“…enough brattiness from you missy…” you mocked, yet paused when you heard his grab the brush again, “no! i’m sorry!”
“yeah, that’s what i thought. sleep, before you bite off more than you can chew.” zayne put the brush back. all you heard after that was the soft hums of zayne’s heartbeat and the soft squelch of your pussy wrapped around his cock
@ ALYAKHQ — do not steal, copy or translate my work, 22/12/2025
— synopsis: when you get a little too cocky when on a mission, it’s only a matter of time before your husband teaches you a lesson!
— pairings: sylus x afab reader — reader is written as a black female but everyone is allowed to read
— warnings: kissing, spit (1), p in v, doggy, mating press, reverse cowgirl, face sitting, gun play, sir kink, overstimulation, edging (slightly), sylus is properly pussy drink, choking, marking (biting, hickeys), bondage (handcuffs, blindfold), impact play (face, pussy + ass spanking), degradation AND praise, teasing, slight aftercare
— word count: 3.9K — rarest thing found on this blog
— a/n: thank you all so much for 1000 followers!! i can’t believe it, the last time i made a little note like this i was at 100 like last year!! im so happy to be able to make a little army of people who enjoys my work and appreciate my humour enough to follow me!! THANK YOU ALL — i will forever love you all for supporting me 💕 this took about 3-4 days so im currently at 1,186, STILL J LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCHHH THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY STUFF 😚😚 i was ovulating when making this so…if there anything wrongs it’s because i was writing straight from my pussy ENJOY
“Be careful.” Sylus sighed, right before you both jumped into battle, his mind already telling him that you’re up to no good.
“Be careful—” Sylus warned through gritted teeth, pulling you to a safe spot behind him.
“Be careful!” Sylus barked, spotting you nearly get caught in a deadly explosion. You, instead of reassuring him, scoffed at him and continued to fight.
Sighing in return, Sylus shook his head, ‘This girl is going to be the death of me, I swear.’
The sounds of swords and gunfire increased as the monster in front of you started to wither. Wanderer’s roars and growls nearly bursting your eardrums just by the sound of it.
When going to land a final strike, the Wanderers hand shot out, launching you a good two feet backwards. You caught yourself before you hit yourself on a boulder.
However, despite not seeing him yet, you can tell that he wasn’t happy at all.
Throughout the dust, you saw Sylus walk over to you before his hand grabbed your chin, pining you to the boulder behind you, his voice firm, “Do you want to die?”
“What?! No?”
“So why do you act like you do?” Sylus scoffed, yet all you can think about was how nice his hand felt around your throat. “Can you behave for once?”
“I am behaving.” You rose your voice; watching how his eyebrow rose.
You can tell what he was thinking but he didn’t say it out loud. Only letting go of your neck and walking off slowly. “Let’s go.”
“I’m not going with you.” Crossing your arms, your head turned to the side, a pout on your lips.
“And why’s that?” He sighed, turning back to see your back, the urge to just deal with you right here increasing.
“Because I said so.” Your voice was bratty enough to piss anyone off, but the man you were with was more of a brat enabler than everyone you’ve ever met. Feeling the tension in the air grow more playful, you added on, “Go away.”
He sighed, his hand slapping his forehead, “Can you get over here?”
Silence filled the area, your heart was beating roughly against your chest, knowing that he only has a few more seconds before he blows up.
“Don’t make me come over there, sweetie,” He said in a singing voice, walking slowly as to give you another chance.
You scoffed, “Come over here then.”
Without even hearing him, Sylus walked up to you before spinning you around to face to face with you. “Drop the attitude. I’m not dealing with your bratty antics tonight.”
“Make me.”
….
In seconds, the word was upside down, Sylus threw you over his shoulder, walking with a stern pace to what seemed to be his motorcycle.
“Oh I will. I’ll teach you a thing or two when we get back home. You better pray that you can even move in the morning.
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“Untie me!” you yelled at him, his stupid evol continuing to put handcuffs around your wrists. bounding you with your hands behind your back, his hands trying a blindfold over your eyes.
Bent over his desk, the scent of pure lust and anger in the air, only your uniform trousers on.
“Be quiet.” Sylus’ hands went to your curls before tugging on the roots, your head flying back. He enjoyed seeing you struggle to even see, asking him dumb questions.
“I tried to keep my cool, but it’s about time I get rid of that bratty attitude you’ve got” Sylus barked at you, his hands digging into your nape, his lips grazing your ear. “All you care about to pissing me off and making me worry about you. Even if it could cost you your fucking life.”
His hand pushed your head back down, forehead hitting the desk below you with a soft thud, “Ow! Sylus—“
“Don’t ‘ow’ me, you haven’t even felt a tenth of what I’m about to do to you.”
With nervous intent, your thighs clenched together, thinking about what he could do to you. Maybe lick your pussy clean, play around with your body, fuck you on this desk and then untie you? Finally??
His hand aggressively pulled your trousers down, exposing your lacey underwear. He quickly removes them fully before throwing it somewhere in the room. His hand latched onto your ass, spreading then open to see your cute little hole clench around nothing.
He spat directly onto your puckering hole, watching your body gently flinch due to the added wetness. Gently, Sylus pushed his thumb into your asshole, smirking when he heard you moan out.
He felt your walls cling to his thumb tightly before you whimpered out, “W-wait! Sy? Ngh!—“
Your soft, innocent voice was enough to make Sylus feel sympathy for you, his hand gently holding your tied up one, “Shh…I’ll be gentle,“
His thumb moved slightly deeper as you lost your arch slightly, “Ah! Sy! More!”
“I know you want more, sweetie.” Sylus cooed before taking his thumb out and gentle patting your cheeks, “That’s for another day.”
“N-no, no! I want more! Please? I-i’ll be good…please Sir!—Ah!” A small squeak escaped your lips as his thumb and index pinching your hard nipple, his other hand running up and down your back.
“I said no, kitten.” His lips gently caressed your nape before landing a soft kiss.
He removed his hands from your body before walking around the room to grab something — a gag? A paddle? Maybe some nipple clamps? Or maybe that butt plug he bought you?
Your head moves around yet not able to see anything, only thing you could understand what the sounds of clothes shuffling and a few sighs from Sylus.
Then you heard a snap!
You could hear him testing out the new implement in the air around him before it touched the back of your thighs — rich, thick leather which only sent shivers to your pussy.
“You feel this?” Sylus moved the belt down your thighs before using his knee to separate your legs, spitting your pussy drip with slickness. He tapped your pussy with the belt before snapping his hand, landing a solid thwack! to your clit.
“Ah!” slickness from your pussy moved from your folds to the belt before Sylus brought the leather up to his lips and licked it off, humming in satisfaction. “You taste divine, sweetie. If I could. I’d eat your cute little pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner.”
“Open.” his hand gently tapped your inner thigh before you obeyed, opening them again. The cool air making you shiver, his body knelt to face your pussy.
“…Sylus..” you moaned, blindfolded but you could still feel his gaze on your skin, closing your legs with a small twitch.
Without any further thought, Sylus held your hand before gently guiding you over to the bed, carrying you in bridal style.
His hands gently placed you onto the soft cushions on your back, moving to the space below you. You tried to move— only to be dragged back and held firmly. Your soft thighs overflowing through the space between his fingers.
You felt a cold material be pressed against your core before squirming at the feeling of whether he held entering your pussy. Only a small amount before thrusting in and out of you, slowly but enough to make you tremble.
“Ah—Sy—What’s that? Fuck! Ohh it’s big..?!” your voice became higher as he continued to fuck you with what seemed to be a thick material.
“What’s what, sweetie? This?” he removed the object, holding it in the air.
The familiar sound of an empty magazine being removed entered your ears, his hand pulling the trigger yet nothing came out.
Sylus chuckled, “Is it clear now?”
With a small nod, you clenched at the thought — Sylus fucking you with his gun? The gun he’s been modifying for the last week onto? The gun that’s currently vibrating against your clit—“Ah!”
“Wondering why i was busy, I was making you a small present,” The vibrating sensation make you arch your back, loud moans escaping your voice. Your hands desperate to be released from their handcuffs.
“Sy!! Lower it!” You begged yet he didn’t do anything, only groaning at the sight of your pussy gently clenching around the edges of the gun, your legs speeding more and more. The pleasure was too much already, too many sensations and too much restriction. Your poor little brain couldn’t keep up.
His fingers pressed a button as the vibrations went faster, a loud moan echoed in his room. “I can’t—wait! ‘too much! ‘too much Sy!—“
“Too much? I’ll show you too much.”
The gun was removed before two hands flipped you over, placing you face down ass up with a sharp slap to your right cheek. Sylus groaned, lowering down to bite your flesh, accepting your squeals and cries. He popped off with chuckle, his deep laugh vibrating against your skin. He went to the other cheek, doing the same action before slapping the mark he made
A hand was placed at your lower back to press you down into a deeper arch. Hand still behind your back and a blindfold around your tearing up eyes.
“How many should I give you hm…” He pretended to think whilst tapping the thick tip of his cock onto your pussy.
“2..?” You suggested before wiggling your hips, feeling his hand dig into your ass more.
Sylus rubbed your cheeks, groping then every once in a while, “2 is nothing. You need something to learn properly.”
“…3?”
“How about, I give you as many as I can until your cute little legs—“ Sylus squeezed your thighs, “—shake? Deal?” His voice dropped an octave or two, his hands running up your back, worshipping the beautiful arch you presented him. You couldn’t even respond when he nodded, “Deal.”
“…wait wait wait, i didn’t agree to this—“
“Do I really have to say to again? We both know what you’re answering is but fine. I’ll give you as many orgasms as I can until you break. Deal?”
With a nervous tone, you nodded, “Deal…”
“Told you.”
His hips pressed against yours, his cock digging deep into your warm walls, both of you groaning at the intense feeling. His cock grew inside of you, pressing against yours g-spot just slightly. Sylus’s hands spewed your ass to see his cock form a white run of precum around his cock and your entrance.
His hands dig into the flesh of your as whilst you fought again the handcuffs. He felt too good, it was too hard to speak, to think. Sylus nearly let out a pathetic whine at the sheer feeling of you around him, winching and squeezing him for all he’s worth.
“Ah—alright, sweetie. Stop—squeezing me so hard!”
With a sorry voice, your head lifted, “M’sorrryy, it’s too good mhm..” your whimpers filled his ears, the urge to fuck you until you two broke his bed growing intensely. His cock grew inside of you, like even his dick couldn’t get used to it.
His hips started to move and, damn it, he did not slow down once — he slammed his hips into your backside, his cock ruthlessly destroying your cunt. The sounds of deep, fast thrusts filled the room, your moans being cut off by the impact alone.
“Ah ah ah! Oooh! Sy…Sy please slow down!” The handcuffs jiggled as they were held tightly by Sylus’s hands, keeping you still for him. Your body arched deeper as your ass shook.
“Take it—“ You couldn’t even recognise him anymore, that voice full of lust, love and worship, “Fucking take it. Don’t move, stay still for me…shit…you’re a good slut aren’t you?”
He lowered down to have his toned chest against your back, while he ruthlessly pounded into your pussy. His lips grazing your neck before sucking harshly on the skin. Licking, kissing and sucking on your brown skin, bringing his hips to a slow but deep pace as he did so.
He pulled of with a pop! before admiring the red mark, his smirk growing. Sylus moved to the other side of your nape, kissing and reassuring you. His voice sending an electrical wave straight to your pussy.
“…My good toy aren’t you…? My little bitch to mark—“ His sucked harder before nearly growling into your skin, “to claim,” he thrusted harder, reaching your cervix with a quick jolt, “to make mine.”
Sylus rose one more, his large hand landing a few slaps onto your right cheek in a rapid succession, gripping the flesh afterwards whilst watching it ripple due to his thrusts. “You’re my slut. Say it,”
“I-I’m your s-slut!” Smack! Smack!
“Fuck, Again.”
“I’m your slut!” Smack.
“Atta girl.” Sylus barked, his hands going straight to your hips and turning you around to lay you on your back. Without doubt, his hands went underneath your thighs and pushed them up to your breasts. Before it became too much, you felt the handcuffs disintegrate.
Your hands were finally free, but at what cost?
Sylus continued his rapid pace with no hesitation, seeing your hand instantly go to the bedsheets, then to your legs, and then to his back. “Mhm…use me sweetie, fuck you’re so beautiful…look at you.”
His thrusts were so deep, so powerful it could easily be felt in your lungs. You couldn’t breathe, there was too much. Too much to handle. His thick, long cock breaking you little by little and the sun had only just set now. Tears ran down your face as you moaned.
“So good!! Sooo goodd Sir! Thank you!! Thank youuuu!” his hands pushed your legs further, your body being bent in places you never thought it could be bent. Yet Sylus was here showing you how flexible you really are. His grunts only fuelled you to moan more, your sounds growing lowder and louder until he finally snapped.
“Fuck. You did this to yourself,” Sylus pulled out all the way, only the tip barely inside of the entrance to your cunt, his hips stilling for a few seconds before he pushed himself all in quickly. Your hand flew to his back again, scratching at his toned muscles with no doubt.
“Ahhh—ahh hah! Ooo! fuck—i can’t no more…no more it’s soo deep!!” your voice slowly quietened like it was too tired to beg. But really, if he slowed down, or stopped going so deep you’d be even angrier.
He continued to give you deadly thrusts, his cock twitching inside of you.
“I’m—I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum Sir!—“
Before you could even let out a full sentence, a hand slapped at your face hardly, your head jerking to the side. Your tears coming through the blindfold.
“Is that how you fucking ask? Again.” Sylus’s tone was firm, mean but it only made you moan more.
You whined before pouting, “I wanna cum tho! Please?!”
His hand — everything but gently — landed on your ass once more, the red marks stinging with every throb but the sting was so good.
“Time’s ticking, sweetie.” Sylus encouraged, feeling your brain become complete mush. “I won’t be doing shit until you speak up,”
“…please Sir? Can I c-cum p-please..?I’m a good girl now…I-I’ll be good! Please..?” Your begging skills could use some work but Sylus laughed anyway, his hand went around your throat before pressing slightly.
“No. You’ll have to wait.”
With a few more thrusts, you sobbed, not wanting to disobey him but it was too intense. Attempting again, your hands pulling him closer, your head on his shoulder as your cried out in pleasure.
His scent filled you a sense of comfort, your body relaxing a little but his hips never halted, making the pleasure more overwhelming.
“…pleas sir…i need to please—it’s too much..too much! it’s hurts…i need to—“
Despite Sylus being so dominant and rough with you now, he couldn’t resist you whenever you said it hurts, with a soft kiss to your hand, he sighed dramatically.
“You’re such a good girl now, my good girl. Cum for me baby, let go.”
With just another thrust, you screamed, that feeling in your stomach snapping as your cum coated his dick and his lower stomach, making his abs glisten. Your nails dug deep in his back, Sylus moaning at the feeling. The pain making him cum even faster.
“I’m cumming—“ Sylus groaned before staring at you, his hands still arising our throat, “take it, take it all, don’t waste it.”
Sylus thrusted once, twice, thrice before he dug himself deep into your pussy, he came with a few grunts, thick ropes of cum shooting up deep into your cunt. The amount of cum you both made spilling out a little drop by little.
Sylus’s fingers went to your clenching hole before scooping it up and putting it back inside. With the remaining coating of cum, he licked his fingers clean before taking your chin with his other hand, “Open.”
You opened your mouth before sucking on his fingers, your tongue swirling between his index and middle finger like a pro. He let go, and your mouth made a seductive pop!
“It’s still not enough.”
Sylus moved, laying on his back before moving you to sit with your back facing him, his hand went to yours. Big fingers wrapped around your wrists before massaging your wrist gently. His cock still inside of you, twitching to be used once again.
Your hands went onto his thighs before your back arched, feeling his abs tighten underneath your ass.
“Aah!…what are you?!-“ You yelped, feeling Sylus grab your hips before instantly moving you up and down on his dick again. Your body couldn’t even take it, your legs shaking and still. His hands slamming your body down like there was no tomorrow.
Sylus put his hands behind his head before watching you stabilise yourself and throw your ass back onto his dick. Landing with loud thwacks, Sylus watched your body rippled with every thrust, his hips thrusting upwards into your own cunt.
The sounds of sex was enough to make you work harder, sitting up and bouncing on his cock with the same pace he did to you just minutes ago. Sylus hissed before holding your hips, trying to slow you downs, “Fuck, your body is a killer, sweetie.”
You whined. “..Sy…”
“Mhm?”
“My thighs hurt…”
He sat up before thrusting upwards, “Let me help.”
His large hands landed on your hips, holding you still on his dick, your walls clenching around him for a second before relaxing. He thrusted upwards whilst grunt, leaving you no time to think about the pace or the feeling.
He continued to angle to hips to your g-spot, ramming it ruthlessly before using his hand to slap your ass when you covered your mouth. “Don’t hide f-from me—fuck…n-need-more…” Sylus kissed your back, moaning into your skin before grunting one last time.
Both of you came together, the sheets stained with the layers of cum that you both produced. The amount was too much for your already filled pussy, and you wanted all of it. Your walls clenched tightly around his dick, trying to stop the cum from leaking out.
Sylus hissed before whimpering, “Shit—! Why are y-you…squeezing me so t-tight?!”
“…Need to keep it in! I don’t wanna waste any!”
Your body collapsed forward, your head on the blanket that cover Sylus’s legs, your ass arched up in the air. Tired, fucked out was everything you felt like right now.
Sylus though? He was ready for a good 5 more rounds, his hands went to your hips before pulling you up to his face. His eyes watched your pussy as it was filled to the brim with both your and his cum.
He turned your around so you were sitting directly on top of his face, his ears could barely even register what you were saying, so pussydrunk he couldn’t even keep his thoughts to himself.
Your hands went to the headboard, putting a pillow there so you can put your head on it, “Sy?…W-what are you—“
His tongue sunk deep into your pussy, his face in there and his nose just touching your clit. The familiar bump in his nose rubbed against your clit, making you jolt slightly.
“Sylus!! Haven’t y-you gotten eno-ugh?!” Your voice was whiny, hands going to his hair, clenching onto it. Pulling whenever he sucked hard, watching his eyebrows furrow in pleasure.
His tongue sucked the cum out of your pussy before Sylus moaned, “Fuck baby, we taste beautifully together.”
As much as he wanted to continue, you were clearly overstimulated and sensitive. Every tiny lick making your stomach feel weak.
“Syyy…i can’t no more.” With one final lick, Sylus groaned before lowering you down, hugging your body. His hands running up and down your body with love. His lips kissing yours before pulling away quickly.
“Ah!—“ You jolted at his two fingers coating itself in your cum before licking them clean, moaning when your sweetness touches his tongue.
“Pussy too good, could’ve ate it since sunrise.” Sylus chucked before holding you to his chest, your legs on either side on his hips and your head in the crook of his neck, your arms around his waist. His arms wrapped around you both, hands gently rubbing the slight soreness on your backside from his ruthless spanks.
For a good few minutes, the two of you sat there, catching your breath and relaxing. The smell of lust still int he air yet your bodies were tired, your body marked up with Sylus’s red handprints, hickeys and stains.
“…Come on,” Sylus attempted to pull you off, only for you to cling on with a whine,“..Let me clean you up, sweetie.”
You whined again before he flicked your forehead. “I’ll be quick, up.”
Sylus got up from the bed, walking over to a small cute box that had aftercare products — soothing cream, scented oils, face towels, hair ties and tissues. A little thing he made after your first night together a while back.
Walking back, Sylus gently applied some of the cold soothing cram onto your backside, squeezing the product out onto each cheek. Hearing a whine, Sylus chuckled, “I know, I know…just a little more.”
His hands gently rubbed the cream into the redness of your skin, gently massaging the skin and occasionally pinching you to get a reaction. When you squirmed, he stopped for a second, rubbing your thighs with a chuckle, “Okay, I’ll stop teasing. Should we get into the bath—“
“No! In the morning..!” You argued, holding his hand to drag him into the bed, and he obliged — letting himself be pushed onto the bed and out back in their original position of you straddling his waist.
“..Are you sure? You want to keep it in that bad? If you wanted to be bred by me, you could just ask.”
“You’re not even dripping, so I guess we can stay. Are you okay though?”
…
“…Sweetie?”
…
“My love?”
….
He titled his head down to see your sleeping face, your chest rising and falling with a soft pace. Sylus gently placed your robe around your body before sighing, “Always out like a light after…”
With a kiss to your forehead, Sylus held you tighter and whispered, “Sweet dreams my love.”
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dragon sylus who tries to train you with his two dicks! (help me, dragon sylus is making me go feral)
You're crying, gasping out for air whilst your hands try to stabilise your body to sit up. The dragon like man above you smiling down at you with smugness but also concern. His first dick deep inside of your pussy, twitching slightly whilst his second one resting on your folds.
"Wait...i can't...!" your voice was fragile, same with your body but sylus knew better. He's once fucked you with his dick and another dildo, and you eased into them pretty quick. So he wondered why you were struggling so badly, "You can. You need to relax, darling."
His voice was trying to be reassuring but his hips wasn't that nice. You tried to protest, his dick pressing into you. Gasping, you pushed on his chest, "O-oh shit please, i might just break." your head lowered to watch his second dick appear just at your other hole. He chuckled, his claws going to your chin and lifting your head up. "Focus here,"
You tried but you were scared, and he noted that nearly instantly, "Don't worry, i'm right here. if you want to stop we can." With a smile, you lifted your head properly and shook your head no, "N-no i can do it—"
"Good."
He plundered his second cock into you as you yelled out, covering your mother instantly. "Oh gosh— I'm gonna die- I'm gonna dieee!"
"Hm?" he rose an eyebrow at you, continuing to roll his hips at a hypnotic pace. Your eyes rolled back into your head, your hands grabbing onto his meaty arm. "I'm going die, I think my heart just stopped."
"Stop being dramatic." He sassily remarked, rubbing your hip with his tail. You sent him a glare, a glare that said 'The fuck are you talking about?'
"You try and— take a huge dick up ur arse and your puss! It's a lot!—ohhh Sylus..." Your eyes closed, that angry dementor only lasted seconds due to his finger rubbing gentle and slow circles on your clit.
"Alright alright...how about, we try one round and then we leave it for the night, hm? Is that okay?" Sylus softened, stilling his hips to wait for an answer. Your eyes opened, full of trust and adoration. "Okay.."
"On the count of 3," You furrowed your eyebrows but went with it, bracing yourself for him to take you downtown—
"3." He reentered both of your holes and you moaned loudly, "Sylus!"
"What?" He thrusted deep into your body, sounds of skin slapping filling the room. "I said on the count of 3, doesn't mean I go 1 2 3. I went 3 2 1. Always be on guard, you never know when I'll strike—"
"Shut the fuck up!" You spoke through gritted teeth, trying to endure his dicks. Grabbing a pillow, your teeth latched onto it, but it didn't do much as you let go and moaned into it. He chuckled before hissing himself, reminding his brain under his breath.
— sum: You were exploring Tarus city as a self mission, trying to find the dragon who was told to have lived in the city for many years to come. You thought that you would encounter barely anything, but you were ever so wrong.
— characters: dragon!sylus
— warnings: pining, he tops ur clothes, double penetrartion (he had too dicks), improper use of his tail, manhandling, biting, fuckin from behind. (if i have missed any, please inform me!)
— wc: 1,746
You've never been one to lerk into unknown territory or to find refuge in a random city that you learnt about in a history book — it's never been in your nature at all. But once you saw the posters, you knew that it was a place of worship and surprise.
Tarus city, a city where it's been claimed to have a dragon that laid in the depths of a special cave. The cave was highly risky for any normal human being, I mean, the image that laid on the posters was frightening enough to keep away tourists. The unusually greyish-red that scattered around the cave's entrance, moving around like a line circling a branch, a black thick coating around it which looked like claws when compared to each other, the singular hand on the top leading to the cave like it was inviting you.
You loved mythical creatures so this was a field day for you, you needed to go.
There was also a garden which yearly grew beautiful flowers there, crimson in colour and rose in shape. They scattered everywhere, and they seemed to have been planted by a very skilled gardener — if there even was one back in the early years of life. Oh how you'd love to distress by rolling in there after a long day, what a dream.
But you weren't just there for the cool looking dragon, you were there for the sword. Like that playground sword that you had to remove from the ground, and whoever could move it was the 'chosen one', there was one that laid outside the cave, imbedded in the beautiful scenery of flowers and healthy grass with its delicate pattern leaving you with mysteries.
"Where did it come from?" "What does it symbolise?" "How did it get there out of all places?"
Who owned it?
Well, let's just say that you weren't too scared to find out. You needed answers and if you had to dig into a random mythical cave then you will. Despite the lack of information, you searched up any little tips to help you navigate inside of a cave.
You needed to be prepared, and properly prepared.
After a while of constant climbing and exploring the beautiful long yards of greenery, you stood face to face with the cave that was feared the most back in Linkon City, aka the Dragon's Lair. In the papers, it looked like absolute horror capturing in a frame but in person, it was gorgeous.
The cave was expanded and opened for anyone to come into, and you'd did just that. Entering the cave, you turned on the flashlight you brought, seeing insta treasures of many different kinds of art scattered around the walls of the cave. "Wow...this is cool..." you softly murmured to yourself, still engrossed in the scenery—
...what the hell was that?
A deep and raged growl sped through the walls of the cave like air, filling your eyes with an intense sound. Hissing, the growl's sound waves led you to an expanded room, where a big bed-like item was in the front, surrounding by more jewels of ancient treasures. You found yourself searching around, looking for what this place could've belonged to.
And after 5 minutes, you dug in, "What's the worst that could happen?"
Searching the amazing rich items on the floor, your bag got heavier and heavier with time. Each jewel that caught your eye went in. Some of them even had ancient symbols on them, now that's a lot of money.
But, a singular gem caught your eye. It was a necklace that had a black substance scattered all over it, laying on the bed that was in the middle of the room. "Oh?" your hand went out, curious, "This is peculiar."
The necklace was a beautiful golden chain, wrapping with ancient knots and twists so it was bonded together perfectly. On both sides of the pendants scattered around the necklace, there were small, very intricate patterns dented into the metal. It had a pocture of a dragon on the front, and it...was weirdly shaped. Like the top half was crossed out, but forget that, you just found a good millions of money in your hands.
"Well, that's been a nice journey here cave, thanks for the new finds and...yeah. I'll be going."
You turned for the entrance where you came from, and it was blocked off by a large bolder. "Huh..? Why...who?"
You turned around to find a way to get out when a tail wrapped around your waist, pulling you down to your knees in a rapid manner. You scrapped your knee on the harsh carpet. "Ah! Hah...ow.." You tired to arise from your forced position when you heard a deep voice.
"Were you never taught of etiquette? Or was it just you who missed out?"
He boomed over you, a...handsome man. He was silver hair, crimson eyes and weird black claws and a tail. His clothes bleeding in with his skin.
This isn't the dragon. I mean, it's a literally human being?
"Etiquette? Who are you?" You replied back harshly, not thinking before you spoke. Remembering quickly, it was too late, his tail went around your body before whipping the skin behind you thighs. You yelped, cursing the man-dragon above you.
"You!—" "Me what?"
He arose from his throne, walkijg menacingly to grab your waist before pulling you up to your feet. He turned you around, your back against his toned chest. His hand went over your chin and upper neck, pushing your head back to his shoulder with a smirk.
"Maybe I should teach you," he bite your collarbone before growling, "how to respect a dragon's cave."
"Gahh—Ugggg, you're so deep!—"
"Focus."
That same dragon had you bent over the same drawer you had stolen from, your clothes ripped from his sharp claws just where you soaked pussy was.Your back arched like never before and his hand still around your chin, his teeth biting and sucking on your collarbone with delight. His hips were slow but deep, reaching your cervix with long strokes, his dick sending you into a wave of pleasure.
"What's the answer?"
He'd made you write down the rules of entering his cave again, the pencil shaking vigorously in your trembling hands. The paper soaking up your falling tears as you begged and pleaded with the man above you. "Hahh— Sylus— please...! Please! I might just—"
His tail traveled down your clit, gently caressing it with the peek of the tail. "Write it down, or I'll do even worse." He threatened, and you obeyed, grabbing the pencil and harshly writing down, "I will be respectfu—"
"Ah!!" His hip gave you a sharp thrust, a warning to behave and write properly. His hand groping your wee cheeks to the point that you could feel his claws digging into your flesh. "You have one more chance." With every word, he thrusted harder until you shrieked, your body bending more forward to escape his powerful hips, you pussy squeezes into the life out of him.
Your hands went back, trying to push his pelvis away from you. "Hm?" He hummed, his eyebrow rising before you hear a chuckle, "Want me to slow down sweetie?" His voice was playful, yet you nodded quickly anyway.
"Too bad." 

He sped up, his hips snapping so fast with your to the point where it echoed in the room. Your hands banged on the drawer, lookijg for a way to soothe to intense pleasure that you were being given. You couldn't even speak, your face fucked out and your body slowly weakening.
"S-Sy...luss...I can't...! Please..." You begged, trying to find a better way to convince him to give you a break. His dick the was so deep that you thought that it was two dicks at once. It felt so huge, and more struggle.
The stretch was too much, you yelled, "Sylus! Why is it—" You gasped loudly, relent that he had two massive ducks in you at the moment, both of them lodged deep in your pussy. In that moment, you nearly passed out. "Ahh ah hah...hahh!!" You cried out, tensing, "Pleaseee..."
"You're fine, just one more." Sylus cheered on, his tail moving up to caress your back, travelling down the straight line. His tail met your ass, gently put slowly digging it into your other hole, "No! No no, please, i can't, please," Your whole body was shaking, your sweat coating your skin.
"Mhm, fine, for now." Sylus replied in a teasing tone before continuing to roll his hips into yours, and by that tight squeeze he knew that you were close. You stood a little, crying, "I can feel it!— I need to pee—Why does it feel like I need to pee?!—"
He reassured you, speaking in your ear, "It's normal, you're fine, just relax." You wasn't breathing at all. He grabbed your chin again before ordering you, "Cum."
Your orgasm hit you, your lungs not being able to take in oxygen due to the sheer force of your release. The intense feeling was still shocking you, your hands braking some of the wood of the drawer due to your grip. Your legs shaking like no ever before you felt his claws tap your chest, "Hey, Breathe."
You took a deep breath in before covering your mouth, instantly being met with fatigue. "I need a rest...I can't feel myself..." Sylus chuckled at your position, his hand goijg around your waist to carry you to his bed. "It's okay, you took both off my dicks, well done."
"I knew you'd come along," Sylus hummed, "so just relax my Queen, I'll take care of you.
this is not proofread! i was too eager to post so sorry hotties!
@ aly4khq, do not plagiarise, translate or copy my work. (30/11/24)
ᯓ★ SYNOPSIS: beach day with sylus but you’re trynna settle down and your husband is reliving childhood !
ᯓ★ PAIRINGS: sylus x reader !
ᯓ★ WARNINGS: cursing, fluff, crack, sylus might be a little ooc because i imagine him living his childhood at the beach, a little suggestive at the end, crab mentioned !sylus loves seeing you angry
WC: 2.3K pure fluff/crack || FIRST LIKER: @stykook
“sylus!” you called out, waiting by the door of the house, the cool breeze of hawaii getting your body. dressed in a simple red bikini, a cover up matching the pattern on your hand fan. you weren’t actually wearing it, just waiting until you got to the beach itself.
the holiday was a special trip sylus decided to take you on, it was the summer holidays after all and he wasn’t bothered to spend the ‘holiday season’ without taking his beautiful wife out, spoil you in riches and flaunt you to the nobody’s at the beach.
the place he chose was an island, a large island which was known for its beautiful sand beach, the security was high on littering and respect for the sea was taken seriously.
the houses — ahem mansions — were in the city, encouraging the rich to walk more. sylus however? he would walk for years as long as you were with him.
the beach was better enjoyable when the sun just rose, people began to wake up — which means that you can get a great so of before they get there.
if you get there at this point.
scoffing, your head went to the stairs by the living room, “sylus?! i’m gonna leave!”
“i’m cominggggg sweetie,” his voice on the words, his figure coming down the stairs with a few bags in hand, and phew…your eyes went back to your ring, before staring at sylus.
sylus had that sexy beach shirt on, the one that matched him perfectly, a nice shade of red, transparent to just about show off his muscles, slightly tight on his biceps, his shorts tight enough to outline his…assets but baggy enough to leave much to imagination.
“ahem,” sylus cleared his throat, staring down at you with those seductive eyes, “didn’t you say that you were gonna leave?”
“at this rate, i don’t wanna leave,” a hand went to his abs, running your hand down them, your acrylics gently scrapping his skin, “you look delectable.”
a loud heart laugh escaped the man, his hand going to your waist, pulling you closer, “delectable? oh sweetie you flatter me too much,” he lowered his head, giving your forehead a gentle kiss.
giggling, you held his face, staring into his eyes, “you look so cute, so sexy. my man,” on your tip toes, your lipgloss coated lips kissing under his jaw repetitively, “we need to start going, we’ll never get to the beach at this rate—“
a gasp escaped your lips, time was going fast and you could already hear the neighbours of the next door mansion yelling at their kids to get in the shower, “it’s 6:30! we need to go!—sylus if we get a bad spot where we can’t even tan or reach the ocean properly, everyone will feel my wrath. i am NOT joking around.”
sylus stood there, eyes watching your body move around to grab bags and the last things you needed whilst being there.
sunscreen? check. drinks? check. buckets and spades? check. hats? che—
you felt a sudden lightness on your head, your curls slightly sticking upwards, “huh?”
looking around, you noticed your hat was somehow left your head? lowering your hat to the floor, you searched the area, looking at the bags and the floor to see where that hat went, “sylus, did i leave my hat on the 2nd floor? ugh i’m not walking up those stairs again—“
turning around, the hat was found.
in the air, way above you, surrounded by a red and black hue.
“sylus!” you jumped, trying to reach the hat despite your height not helping you here, your grunts filling the area downstairs, “give it back!! this is unfair!”
“you look adorable,” he cooed, a simple hand gestures lifting the hat higher than before, “sylus!!”
“okay okay, don’t get your bottoms in a twist.” grabbing the hat back, you placed it on your head, grabbing the bag after and storming out of the house. the bags dragged against the front yard and the decorated concrete, making a sound that only made sylus hiss.
his eyes went down to your body, seeing the sway of your hips whenever you walk, the soft jiggle of your ass barely covered by the cover up.
actually…when you turned, he saw that the left side of the beach dress was tucked inside your bikini, another giggle escaping the man.
“what’s funny?” you scoffed, turning to see him leaning by the doorframe, his arms crossed against his chest, his gaze teasing and smug.
sylus laughed, “sweetie, as much as you look all badass and angry right now, half of your dress is tucked into the waistband.”
instantly, your hands flew to your backside, feeling the fabric cut off at some random point and exposed your whole ass cheek to the neighbourhood. gasping, you turned around, your back to sylus so the other people didn’t see, “what the hell?!”
sylus walked closer, standing behind you. his hands travelled down to your lower back, taking the fabric out of your bikini bottoms careful not to rip it. but gosh were you looking so beautiful.
your curls coming down your soft cheeks, some behind your ear and the front parts held back by a headband, your outfit matching his perfectly with the red and black pattern, the fat stone on your ring finger which connected to his when put together.
he was falling in love for the umpteenth time.
“is it okay now?” your head turned, trying to look down behind you.
sylus took the opportunity, lifting your chin and kissing your lips passionately, his hands patting your now slightly covered ass, “you’re perfect, c’mon.”
sylus walked in front of you, bending down with his back to you. confused, your hand went to his muscles, tracing them.
“i didn’t want a massage sweetie, hop on,” sylus cooed, his arms ready for your kegs.
“oh!—okay!” you jumped onto his back, feeling his hand instantly go for your thighs to keep you upright, your giggles filling his ears and heart with love. sylus used his Evol, putting the bags of stuff into the trolley, attaching it to his waistband so it can travel behind you.
sylus jumped, your hand wrapping tighter around his neck with a yelp, “don’t do that! it’s scary up here.”
it was so far down, looking at the ground was nearly nerve wracking, “jeez sylus, it’s lowkey far down…is this how you see things?”
“yep,” sylus began walking, your body slightly jumping with every few steps. the beach was already in sight, clear and spacious enough for the both of you, “what? not used to be being tall?”
you glared at him, slapping his arm, “don’t mock me. i’m at a average height.”
“average..? yeah sure, kitten.” sylus laughed, his hands caressing your thigh when he heard you whine, “don’t whine, you’re cute at your height. perfect for me to carry, for me to tease,“
the tone he used was more than sweet, his cute smile making your heart beat faster. landing a kiss on his neck, you giggled, “you’re so adorable—“
“perfect for me to manhandle you, perfect for me to hold you down into my cock, perfect for me to throw your hips back at mine when i’m—“
“sylus! we’re in public!!”
as you travelled down the path to the beach, you could already tell that you’d be chasing him everywhere. the bags were filled with stuff that he hasn’t enjoyed yet, things that could only be tested out at the beach.
4:30PM — AT THE BEACH
“sylusss?” you walked around, somehow have lost this large behemoth of a man. he had gotten a ‘long seashell grabbing thing’ — what he calls it — and you had stupidly turned your attention from him for 5 minutes.
now you were searching for him around the beach. your phone in hand, a slipper in the other, to smack him with when you finally find him.
the beach wasn’t that full but sylus blended into the soft whites and beiges of the beach, ever since he took of the shirt that was supposed to be his ‘hey! i’m right here my wife’ sign.
“sylus!!” standing in the middle of nowhere, your eyes scanned the area around you.
hm…wondering if you could spot that metallic object that he was holding.
the ice cream shop? all you could see was little kids so nope.
maybe in the ocean? not there.
perhaps shops by the road?? no no no—
“damnn, you got a husband?” a cranky unrealistic voice came from behind you.
instantly, you turned around with a nasty tone, your hand raising to show the fat stone on your finger, “indeed i do—“
only to be met with the face you’ve been looking for. sylus standing there with a bucket full of seashells, a teasing smirk on his face of his.
“you!” lifting the slipper, you hit his arm a few times, each hit matching with a word, “how—many—times—do i have to tell you to stop—running—off?!”
“ow!—i’ve been having the time of my life, baby.” sylus quickly explained, his hand holding his bucket to your face, seeing seashells.
some beautiful purples shades, a few blues, maybe an occasional red. oh!! and there’s a…..um…
“…sylus what the fuck is that.”
“i don’t see anything,”
“the last time i checked no seashells that’s eyes. so please—do tell, why is there two black eyes staring back at me.
“it’s baby crab. it got lost from its home, i found it in a water bottle that was left on the ground. i was originally going to do to the shore and let it find it’s own way by itself but the area was covered in little mites that might’ve eaten it.”
you sigh, “okay, what happened after that?”
“i decided to go further down until there was a place that the little guy wasn’t gonna be caught by the mites but then hungry seagulls saw the little guy and attacked me. i ran for my life sweetie, i did.” he spoke with so much love, like he was reading a story.
laughing at his dramatic performance, a hand went to his face, brushing his. hair out of his face to see his face properly, “continue, i’m listening.”
sylus hummed in response and then started, “after defeating the evil sea gangsters, i got to the shore and released the little crab into the sea. however it ran back to me and ran into the bucket so i let it come with me.”
“that’s cute sy, but we’re not taking it home.
“please? why not?” sylus pouted, his hands crossed with the bucket still in hand.
“…are you really doing this?”
sylus gasped, holding the crab on his fingers, “crab-isto, attack.”
“excuse me?—“
looking down at your feet, you saw the crab crawl down the bucket and fall into the sand before charging at you full speed, not giving you a chance to even run. once reaching your foot, it ran uk your leg, despite your flailing, it hug on and went to your neck.
“sylus! get this thing off me!”
sylus? oh he was laughing his heart out, staring at the small thing scare his wife who has taken down wanderers thrice her size. the crab didn’t move after climbing onto your nape, sitting there all cute like it hasn’t caused a problem.
your eyes instantly glared at sylus, his laughter only angered you more. yet the sound of his laughter soothed your heart, it was hard to be angry at sylus when he was belly laughing and holding his stomach, nearly folding in half. some people staring at him wondering what the hell was so funny.
but as cute as he was, this fucking crab was still on your skin, “sylus qin if you don’t get this crab off me, i will beat your ass with this slipper.”
sylus qin?
qin?!
oh you were mad mad, never did you saw his full name unless he fucked up. the last time you did, it was because he had accidentally exposed his onychinus memo your parents. and that didn’t go well.
“of course my wife, don’t kill me,” his hands went to the crab and taking it off. the little critter walked around his hand, being dropped on the sand gently by the giant.
lowering down to one knee, sylus rubbing its forehead with his knuckle, “listen buddy, my wife isn’t happy with you right now, so neither am i. that was mean of you.”
both of you watched the little guy look up and down, then left and right.
and then turned, running down the beach sand and rushing into the sea, clearly remembering that his home was definitely not here.
sylus stood up, turning to you. swing your angry gaze at him, he chuckled, ruffling your hair and kissing your face, “don’t be mad, it was just a little guy. he loved you.”
“well i for sure don’t love him—ah! can you at least give me a warning before you do that?!”
“no can do,” sylus threw you onto his shoulder, grabbing your slipper that you used to hit him. he pat your ass, walking back to your area of belongings, “you look so cute when you’re mad. cmon, i wanna go home, i have other things i wanna do now.”
you gulped, knowing that an evening and night full of living was awaiting you.
i might do a p2 once i get through some things!
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