sylus’s beloved

reece | adult | 18+ sylus only main

[habibisagi]

loving a character so much will unlock such vulnerable and cringe parts of you that you try to suppress so bad but you can't like it's so humbling

[voidsylus]

i fear that this is me with sylus

[zayora]

𝟅ϱ sum. arguing with sylus in missionary! cw : mdni, argument, make up sex, sylus is a caring husband.

frankly, you don’t even know what the argument has been about, or if you can even call it an argument. between the lengthy assignments you have to do on short notice and your husband barely batting an eye when he pisses you off, you are a wreck.

“ y-you never listen to me; all you do is talk.” you’re currently situated under your annoying husband in question, legs parted on both sides of his hips, hands interlocked as he presses soft kisses into your sweaty skin, appearing as if he’s barely listening to your complaints— which you know is far from true. sylus is anything but neglectful when it comes to you, and somewhere deep inside you know that. you just can’t get that part of your brain to rationalize in your anger. “ you’re doing it again… not listening.”

“ i am listening, sweetie.” his hot breath touches your skin as he exhales with a soft chuckle, removing his face from your chest to make eye contact with you as he presses deeply into your wet warmth. despite your attitude, you hold him close, nails slightly digging into the expanse of his back while his dick reaches such deepness inside you that you almost forget why you’re mad. “ i just didn’t want to make my kitten get even more fussy while she rants about me. continue, i’m all ears.”

you dart your eyes away, focusing on anything in the room that can distract you from how badly you want to be vulnerable and crumble in his arms. his fingers on your chin pull your gaze back to him, lips curled into that boyish but shit-eating smirk.

“ oh? cat got your tongue?”

“ this cat will strangle you,” you uttered, maintaining eye contact as he made sloppy thrusts with his hips, knocking on your sweet spot and briefly passing it. the lowness of his voice hinted at a sultry purr, and you couldn’t stop yourself from clenching down on him harshly, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly; you scratched at the untamed skin there. “ hah, j-just like that, sylus.”

“ has my sweetheart of a wife returned back to me? or does she still want to rip my head off with her tiny claws?” sylus’ teasing words trail off into a groan as your walls refuse to loosen their grip on him. he straightens his back, hands firmly but softly pressing your knees into your chest as he re-enters into your whiny cunt with the purpose of scrambling your mind and words. pride washes over him once he sees you keen and grasping for closure on the messy bed as he impossibly discovers places so deep in your walls it feels as if he’s searching through your brain. “ it’s okay, i’ll just help you make up your mind in the process.”

“ f-fuck you, sylus!” through your panting you still bitterly curse him out. your words do no sort of impact on him; all he does is shrug them off, smirk widening even more while watching you try to catch up with your breathing. it all feels so good, watching you refuse to back down knowing that by the end of the night he’ll pry out what made you mad in the first, even if he has to do it while fucking all thoughts out your pretty mind.

“ jokes on you, kitten. i believe you’re already doing so.” you didn’t have a response; he laughs at that. bending your legs onto his shoulders he thrusts into you with free range, eye to eye, skin to skin, and mouth to mouth. when you disconnect there is a string of combined saliva between and a lingering warmth. “ if you tell me what’s wrong, i can make you feel better. you don’t have to do mind games with me, kitten.”

painfully, your heart clenches. “ s-sylus,” is all you can manage to whimper out as tears begin to pool in the eyes he loves so much. you don’t register when they drop until he starts peppering your wet skin with his soft kisses. his once erratic hips slow their pace, leaving a space of understanding where you can melt into him fully. “ ‘m sorry for being an… ass. just been so stressed out.”

“ i told you multiple times you can quit your job and work for me. stress free, and you have me to yourself all day.”

“ d-don’t joke around like that!” you whimper, eyelashes clumped together due to the moisture of your tears as your body underneath him continues to jolt and squirm in the utmost of pleasure and passion. the way how he shushes your cries and wipes your tears away is the softest feeling in the world. you hiccup when he fiddles with your clit with soft touches, coaxing your orgasm closer and closer. “ sylie… wanna cum.”

“ now i’m sylie? you’re a tricky one.” he’s back at the teasing, but it’s half hearted compared to how he usually pisses you off in outstanding ways. the more and more you stared at him, the more you wanted to be one in his skin, a small part of you consider actually taking his offer. his thumb speeds on your erect clit, wringing more wetness from your slit that coats his dick in a glimmering sheen, which also gets on the base of him. “ such a brat.”

“ ‘m sorry, you win.” you pout, trailing your hand to his soft white hair, gently tugging it, pulling a soft groan from him. he presses down on your clit— just a tad, watching your legs tense and threaten to tremble and he coaxes you into an orgasm. “ s-sylus!”

for the rest of the night he softly shushes your whimpers as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you, enough to leave you happy for the rest of the month.

[wetforsylus]

sylus testing the limits of his sensitive girlfriend (mission successful?) ❤︎

cw. squirting

Just a gentle swipe of his finger will make you melt like a popsicle on a hot summer day.

Something about his touch always makes you falter—the way his fingers were so precise and gentle. How he always handled you with care, always made your breath get caught in your throat when he does something ever so simple: like, holding your hand for example. The list can go on for ages.

And since you’ve been dealing with constant nervousness, the fact that you can’t seem to control yourself in such little, effortless situations…eventually changed one night. Maybe just a little bit.

-

"Sylus—!" You giggle, throwing your head back at the feeling of his fingers trailing down your body in a slow, eager movement. Warm, padded fingertips scorch your body like a flame of fire grazing your cool skin.

He wasn't even doing anything that crazy and you were already acting like he was puncturing you with needles that were meant to tickle you, or pestering your skin with pinches that were meant to rile you up.

"How're you feeling, sweetie?" Sylus mumbled the question like it was a rhetorical one. He didn't need an answer—in fact, he could read your emotions like a picture book. The way your hips bucked forward, body twitching at the brush of his fingers. He knew exactly how you were feeling.

But it wasn't until he got to the waistband of your shorts where he finally got an answer. A quiet, choked gasp; something also with a mix of a whimper left your lips and Sylus only grinned before plopping his chin on your lower abdomen.

"Do you want it, kitten?"

You swallow the lump in your throat and carefully nod, letting your head slowly rock back and forth as you cautiously watch him start moving when he hears the confirmation.

His fingers tugged at the fabric of your shorts, pulling the material down, letting it linger on your ankles. He doesn't waste a second before also removing your panties in a swift movement and staring at your pussy glistening at him like a treat.

"I'll take it slow." He whispered, gliding his fingers to your clit, pressing on the nub and rubbing slow—devilishly slow circular motions on it.

Helpless moans dance out of your lips and Sylus laughed, speeding up the pace as he felt you already throb under his gentle touch. This wasn't the first time you were getting fingered by him. Matter of fact, it might've been the third or fourth time—but you still couldn't help but feel like it's the first time every time.

Either way, thankfully, he was true to his word. The way his movements were so steady—measured like he knew exactly what he was doing. It only made you feel like–

Before your thoughts could fully register—a curl of his finger thrustingg in your weepin' hole made you flinch and you instinctively bit your lip. Hard. The feeling of his fingers pummelling into you with no care, no thought; just blindly moving at his own pace caused you to twitch and buck more forward in his press.

"Not as bad as you thought, right?" Sylus quipped, prodding another finger in your hole and moved at a slow, rhythmic pace. His slender fingers dragged innn n outtt, curving until they pressed against one peculiar spot that always manages to make you break.

He nudged your g-spot like it was a toy—kissing it with gentle hits that made you repulse and hold back your sultry noises. But even holding back wasn't working from the way he was amusing you like a prop at a circus.

"Look at that. You're doing so well f'me, baby."

You twitch at the praise and grip onto the sheets a little harder before carefully rolling your hips against his palm, fixating yourself at a smoother rhythm than what his fingers were going at. Nodding, you shamelessly agree to his words.

"Hngh- 'm close, Sy!"

"Mmh, poor girl." He teased, shifting himself at a higher angle so he could- thrust! "Try to hold..." squelch! "...Back?"

"Let's see how far you could really go."

-

"Fuck!- t'much!- Hah!"

Sylus already pumped out two measly orgasms from you just from fingering you alone. His fingers wouldn't stop its relentless, ravenous thrusting; it was pure pleasure for minutes on end and you didn't know how much longer you had until you couldn't handle it.

"You're already doing so well. Do you want to stop now?"

You shake your head, heaving your chest up and down in quick little movements. You didn't want to stop yet, but if he could manage to get a little more out of you before you break then–

Then...

A weird feeling suddenly clouded your mind. You felt awfully...full. But it wasn't much of a pleasant feeling, however, you did want to release it as soon as possible.

"G'nna- I needa p- hngh!"

Sylus raised an eyebrow and suppressed the grin creeping up his lips. He didn't stop his movements–in fact, he knew exactly what was going to happen so he instead continued, driving deeper before scissoring his fingers apart in the depths of your cunt.

"I- 'm close- feel s'full!" You shook your head at the feeling of something releasing from you more quicker than you intended.

And before you could utter another sentence, spurts of pellucid mixture spray out of you; and it wasn't a normal amount... matter of fact, you don't think you've ever done... that before. God, the scene was embarrassing enough you couldn't help but stare in shock, unable to move.

"What.."

"So this is the furthest you could go, huh?"

a/n. sena stop posting self indulgent fics challenge, GO! ... aw man, already failed :( soz if this is literal ass, I actually passed out 3 times and I might faint again.. phew, goodnight

[voidsylus]

there is literally no greater feeling than to be loved, adored and taken care of by sylus

[voidsylus]

passionate appraisal results

sylus is on timeout bc he let two other men spook me (raf and zayne) but other than that i did my usual and am tapping out. however im so excited bc by next week with new kitty badges i will have reached Sylus affinity 160 cap

[voidsylus]

did u see the new sylus card?!! bsjdjdj its so cute

i literally ran home from finishing responsibilities and immediately started crying. seeing sylus take care of us and he’s so soft, sweet and cuddly WE WINN SYLUS NATION

[ilyhaitanii-deactivated20250905]

real bad business, that’s dirty work — sylus 秦彻

you've always been unsure about your relationship with sylus. you're skiddish with him, shy, closed off. after a long day, mephisto flies into your window, causing you to get a call from the boss of onychinus. after some coaxing, he finally gets you out of your shell and touching yourself. needless to say, his mouth is filthy.

nsfw. 4.4k, phone sex, lots of teasing, he's filthy with his words, voice kink, guided masturbation, use of kitten, sweetie, baby, sweet girl, praise

₊˚‧︵Ꮺ୧ ˚ a/n: yayy first kinktober post!!!

you know you should be asleep right now. it's too late. the streetlight outside your window has long since been turned off, the moon high in the sky. you tousle around in your bed, the fitted sheets sliding up the sides of the mattress. nothing is working. no matter how many times you toss and turn you just cannot fall asleep.

you're restless. and there's a certain man to blame for it.

you eventually sit up, propping your pillows up against the headboard so your back does not ache. your hips have been aching for days. perhaps a certain man is also at fault for that. you bitterly chuckle thinking of him. despite how much you try to admit it, that man has affected your every day life. despite how often you chew at your bottom lip denying it, forcing the butterflies in your stomach to be still, he is important to you.

more specifically, you want him.

is it right for you to want him? your rub over your eyebrow, massaging your temples as you let out an ungraceful groan. it's disgusting. you are filthy-- abhorrent, a traitor to those whom trust you. you know this man's identity, you know he is in opposition to the very organization you've devoted your life to. but good people do bad things all the time, right? that doesn't mean you're bad! you're simply misguided, tempted-- eve biting into the apple.

greedy. you are greedy.

your thoughts are rudely interrupted by a clack at your window. you jolt, instinctively covering yourself with your blanket. despite your better judgement, you lean forward onto your knees, gently moving the curtains to the side.you're greeted by a mechanical bird perched on your window sill. you stare at him, hearing the soft whirring noise that emits from its belly.

you don't know when it started, but you began panting. the butterflies in your stomach fight to escape out your throat. you don't move-- neither does mephisto. he tilts his head to the side, cawing with impatience. you scramble to find your phone, patting around your bedsheets until you smack the underside of your pinky on the device.

seven missed calls from him. from sylus.

his name on your phone makes your heart lurch, a heat spread across your cheeks. mephisto caws once more, flapping his wings, irritated. you drop your phone, opening the window for the bird to come inside. he roughly flies in, perching himself on one of your plushies at the edge of your bed. you shut the window. shivering at the cold air that seeps in.

you take mephisto into your trembling hands, his metal body icy cold. it makes you gasp, but you still reel back to your original spot against the headboard with him in your hands. you don't speak to mephisto, just staring into his beady eyes. your lips part to speak his owner's name, but you can't. too scared to acknowledge that maybe, just maybe, he misses you too. not that you miss him of course.

of course not…

your phone ringing frightens you and mephisto. the bird escapes out of your palms. flying out towards your living room. you don't chase after him. instead, you hold your phone in your hands, gazing at the name on your phone: sylus.

you watch and listen as your phone is still ringing. the noises get louder in the last few seconds, before the call drops again. when you see your homescreen once again, your heart drops to your stomach. why is he even calling you this late? it couldn't be because he misses you-- you established that earlier. before you can delve deeper into your despair, the phone rings again.

you finally answer. you put the device to your ear, using your free hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. you don't say anything. it's silent for a moment before you hear some crackling on the other side. you can hear sylus sitting up before he clears his throat,

"sweetie?" sylus calls out to you, your heart racing in your ears. you don't speak, letting the pet name simmer, further fuel the fire that are your conflicting feelings for this man-- the leader of onychinus. you chew at your bottom lip, hesitant to speak. "hello? is everything okay?" sylus gruffs, worry laced within his words.

"hi," you softly speak, your throat unaccustomed to speaking after prolonged silence. you feel like an idiot. you are an idiot. you're blushing like a fool, heart racing, stomach churning sweetly. how could you possibly be so stupid? thinking he called you because he missed you.

"i missed you," sylus states. there isn't a lace of amusement in his voice. if anything he sounds… pouty?

oh.

oh.

the only thing you can muster out is an awkward scoff. you brush him off because keeping him far away from your heart is the safest thing to do. allowing a powerful man like him to wiggle his way through your walls is your worst idea since you tried to carbonate milk with luke and kieran.

"oh. yeah, haha." you mentally face palm. what the fuck is wrong with you? you can hear sylus on the other end softly wince. you instantly panic, stammering to try and fix your mistakes. "wait, no. i'm sorry. i just-"

"it's alright. it's late. you should go to bed." there's a moment of silence between you two. you don't know if your phone picked up the soft whine that escapes your lips, but sylus doesn't comment on it. "goodnight, kitten." he mumbles.

"sylus wait!" you sit up, clenching your fist on your knee. your forehead is pressed onto your knee, your teeth pulling at the skin of your bottom lip. sylus hums in return. "i missed you…too, sylus."

“ah, so she has a voice,” he jests, a deep rumble can be heard through your phone. that makes your cheeks heat up further. you sink deeper into your pillows, gently sliding down. your knees fall flat, calves pointed outwards. you’re blushing— you soon realize. “how was your day?” sylus asks softly, a twinge of amusement still left behind in his tone.

“tiring,” you mumble, peeling the skin off your lips again. sylus pauses for a breath before speaking,

“stop that,” he orders, his voice gruff. you can hear the way he frowns. you halt, frozen in time. you look around the room for mephisto— maybe you missed him flying in. but the robotic bird is nowhere to be found. eyes wide like a deer, you scour your room. how can he see you?

“stop what?” you breathe, almost panting. calm. calm yourself.

“peeling your lips. i want to hear your thoughts, not silence them.” sylus shuffles around, grunting softly. a soft pop can be heard over the phone. sylus pours himself a glass of wine, swirling it around for a couple of seconds. he stifiles a smile, trying his best to not laugh. you’re too cute— he can’t help it.

“im not. im just…” you fall flat, at loss for words. you reel your knees back in, elbow digging into your thigh as you continue to pick at your lips.

“stop it, kitten. i’ll come to linkon to save your poor lips myself if i have to,” his voice is rich, smooth. its almost oozes in your brain. you could hear him talk for hours. allow his velvety, thick tone to seep deep into your mind, float on his words and soft breath. “you still with me, sweetie?” sylus chuckles, almost self-conscious.

he sets down the wine glass, crossing one leg over the other. the hem of his robe climbs up his thighs as he impatiently bounces his leg. sylus is nervous, borderline anxious. you bring this side out of him. you force him to fully bare himself to you. it isn’t fair, sylus thinks. you’re allowed to hide behind careless chuckles, hiding your flushed cheeks behind your hand, turn your head away from him. you do it so flawlessly— hide.

sylus doesn’t know how to hide from you. it’s in his blood to bare his true self to you. bare his riches, his treasures, his love and adoration.

“yeah, sorry. im just tired. my day was alright. long, but not bad. i just…” you pause, an awkward laugh leaves your bitten lips. “i just can’t sleep. i’ve almost been up for twenty four hours, sylus. i’m exhausted.”

sylus sits up from lounge chair, brows creasing deeply. he leans forward, clutching his phone in his hand tighter.

“oh, sweetie…” he whispers, almost like he’s cooing. you swallow down a noise, carefully rubbing up and down your thigh. it’s suddenly very warm in your room. “poor thing. considering how late it is for you, miss hunter, i’ll assume you’ve tried everything in the books, huh?” sylus chuckles softly, mainly out of pity.

you hum, huffing as you sit back against the pillows. your shoulders tighten when he tsks, cooing softly into the phone. sylus isn’t aware of how attractive he truly is. he knows he is good looking, but his actions and tone of voice… that alone makes him ten times more attractive. your mouth is watering yet dry at the same time.

something about him just makes your chest ache with need. the need to touch him, to dig your nails down his back until there’s red streaks in his tan and toned skin. the need to hear him groan into your ear, much like he does when the two of you spar and you land a good punch at him. the need to feel his hands on your bare waist like he does when you two attend auctions and galas together.

you want him to want you, desire you like you desire him.

“yeah. im just… i don’t know.” you shudder as you finally sink onto your back, feet flat on the matress. your toes curl into the sheets as your fingers twirl with the ends of your hair. “i guess im just worked up. i don’t know,”

“worked up?” sylus inquires. he takes a hearty sip of his wine, licking the remnants that sink into the plush of his lips. he sits back into his seat, his legs uncrossing and spreading softly. his tailbone bending at the pressure. “about what exactly, kitten?”

“i just,” you turn onto your side. the edges of your toes brush against your blanket as you hear sylus rise from his seat. based on how long it takes for him to make another soft sight, he’s seated on his bed now. you keep twirling with your ends, “it’s stupid. im stupid,”

you slipped up, let too much spill. you try your best to brush it off, but sylus is never one to back down.

“why would you say that? you’re far from stupid, dear.” sylus’s lips tug into a frown, deeply saddened by your words.

“no, it’s not like that. im just… i just feel stupid.” you rub your face with your free hand, squeezing your legs together as your hip dips deeper into the mattress. “i can’t ever say what i mean and it gnaws at me every day, sy. i want to tell someone my true feelings, but every time i get to that part or if they show me affection i just— i just freeze up!”

sylus doesn’t reply, listening to you intently. he hums, allowing you to continue your rant. a silent ‘im here, im listening. keep going.’

“i want to be normal. i want them to know that i care, that i want— need— that i need them as badly as they need and desire me.” you blurt out, squeezing your eyes shut. your nails dig into the pillow, embarrassed and ashamed beyond comprehension.

how silly, how incompetent do you have to be to not be able to convey your emotions to the person you love most in this world?

“im sure they know, kitten.” sylus responds, his voice smooth and even. he taps his finger in his knee, breathing in deeply before laying on his back. his robe climbs up his thighs again, leaving his skin exposed to the cold air.

“do they?” you ask painfully, voice muffled as your head is stuffed into a pillow.

“contrary to your belief, you wear your heart on your sleeve, sweetie.” sylus snickers, running his fingers through his hair. “i know. don’t eat yourself up about it, beloved.”

“how do you know i’m talking about you?” you gnaw at your bottom lip as your ankle begins to bounce again the bed violently.

“unless you have another suitor in your life who you blush for as much as you do with me, then it must be me. no?” ah, he knew all along. how stupid… “stop biting,” he sternly says, scolding you.

“can’t. too many emotions right now,” you reply, finally tugging off good piece. you grind it between your teeth.

“talk to me. how do you feel right now, kitten? i’ll listen. i’ll guide you,” his voice drops an octave. his words, the way he sounds, him— it all causes a throb in your lower region. there’s something about him that’s so attractive, so alluring you can’t help but want to suffocate in him.

“warm. tired.” you pause for a moment, whispering softly, “needy.”

“needy?” sylus husks, raising his hips for a moment to adjust himself. “how so? you miss me?” he pokes and prods at you cruelly, teasingly. he has a knack for being able to get under your skin. he thrives off it.

it takes you a few moments to reply. sylus knows, understands, that you heard him. you’re just trying to not get cold feet, trying to take that leap of faith. it gives you time, patience. everything you need, sylus will always give. he’s a giver.

“i did.” you take a moment to breath, unwind yourself. you stop shaking your ankle, stop picking your lips. “i missed you, sylus.”

“there’s my girl,” sylus praises, adding to the redness of your face. he hears you plummet your face into the pillow, the rustling making him giggle. you whine, muffled and gargled, but his ears pick it up nonetheless. you’re shy, but cautious. you just need some coaxing, some reassurance to come out of your shell.

sylus has all the patience and time in the world.

your face is warm— you feel warm in general. almost hot, definitely bothered. sylus keeps teasing, keeps prodding at your weak points that you try so carefully to hide. whether it’s that eye of his that speaks of one's true desires, or he’s simply just a maniac who pays attention to the smallest details, somehow he figured out your weakness.

he gets you fired up, just to wring you out. that’s exactly what he’s doing now. thirty minutes of relentless teasing, working you up to get the courage to tell him what you truly feel right now. more specifically how your hips are rutting against the pillow squished between your thighs. you bite your tongue, ignoring how good it feels to roll your clit over the edges.

“talk to me, sweetie. use that pretty voice of yours.” sylus chuckles, hearing the smallest, whiny huff that escapes from you. he bet if you were with him right now, you’d be squealing and squirming under him as he presses onto you further. you like that about him, how he pushes your boundaries. never enough to make you uncomfortable, but just enough to make you want more. “you’re worked up, beloved. pent up, hm?”

you partially can’t hear him, deafened by your carnal need for him. his voice oozes inside of your ears, down to your very soul. it further soaks through your panties as you rut against the edge of the pillow, humping it like a dog in heat. perhaps that’s exactly what you are— in heat.

“sweetie,” sylus coos, hearing your soft panting into the phone. “tell me what you’re doing, beloved.”

“can’t say!” you groan, dragging your hips roughly against the edge of the pillow. frustrated, you flatten the pillow beside you, turning over to straddle it. sylus can hear the rustling and whining, deep huffs as you struggle to pleasure yourself.

“i can help you. you don’t have to hump a pathetic pillow, kitten.” he should be teasing you, making fun of you, but his voice is so soft. there’s no humerous tilt, just genuine care and desire. “it must be hard, right? having to do it all by yourself. rutting yourself on the pillow. do you imagine doing that to my thigh? rubbing your cunt all over my thigh?” his words knock the wind out of you.

it’s dirty, his almost as thick as molasses. you can’t speak, only whimper in response. he’s shameless, downright unabashed. sylus’s mouth, despite how often he chides you for cursing, is filthy. down to the bone. he speaks to you as if he’s imagining it— he is.

sylus finally unties his robe, his hand curling around the base of his cock giving it a brash squeeze. he groans into the mic, his hips bucking into his own palm. his moans spur you on, your hand squeezing your chest. the material of your shirt rubs against your hardened nipples, making the pleasure all the more mouthwatering.

“you’re embarrassing, sylus. you have no shame, no sympathy for how you’re making me feel,” you cry out, tears welling in your eyes. you feel ashamed, desiring this man so deeply that you’re rubbing your clit on a pillow while he speaks filthy words into your ears over the phone.

“no sympathy?” sylus scoffs, running his hand up the length of his cock. hearing your sweet moans, his tip leaks more pre, dripping down the edges. he hisses, dragging his thumb over the enflamed tip. his hands are rough, fast, but yours would be softer, lighter. the thought of your soft, pliant fingers curling around his cock, stroking him, teasing him.

he shouldn’t think of it any longer, lest he wishes to end this phone call within the next two minutes.

“tell me how i’m making you feel, sweetie. i’ll be sympathetic, if i’m not already. i swear.” sylus’s groan drags on, his hot palm wrapping around the tip of his cock. he forces himself to lay flat, laxly stroking himself. he pants into the phone, jaw slackened.

“i feel like im going crazy. i just want to cum, sylus. i’m so wet, but no matter how much i try, i can’t cum,” a whine is pulled from you once you discard of your panties, sliding two fingers inside of you. your body doesn’t resist your fingers, greedy for any ounce of pleasure. you flutter out sylus’s name, his cock throbbing at your sweet voice.

“sweetie,” sylus moans out, his eyebrows creasing together. “is that what’s kept you up this late? for so long?”

“yes,” you gasp out, rolling your hips against the cup of your palm. you clit rubs against your palm, thighs quaking. your wrist strains, but that doesn’t matter when sylus coos in your ear. he doesn’t mean to humiliate you, but you feel it nonetheless. the shame of touching yourself to him, not being able to cum no matter how many times you swirl your clit or fuck yourself with your fingers.

if it isn’t him, it isn’t enough.

"do you need my help, kitten?" sylus purrs, rolling his hips up. sylus keeps his desires to himself, he feels as though he's being tortured right now, unable to pleasure you. he wants to consume you, eat you whole. sylus can feel his left eye pulsing, well aware it is glowing. his restraint is breaking. "tell me, baby. i need to hear you. talk to me, my love." sylus begs, grinding his teeth as he flattens his feet on the cold, wooden floor.

"please, sylus." you cry out, falling flat onto your back with your legs spread. sylus huffs, stretching out a long moan.

"take them off, sweetie. you're constricting yourself. breathe, my love." he can hear your legs rustling, eager to slide your shorts and panties off. you sit back up on your knees, grabbing your phone. as you tuck your hair behind you hear, you pant,

"what now? what do i do, sylus? please help me," sylus can hear you sniffling, drowsy and whiny-- absolutely needy for him. you press your soaked thighs together, rubbing them before plopping your phone beside your head. you rustle around before sighing into the pillow, a thin veil of sweat lining your collarbone and forehead. “sylus, it’s warm.”

“i know, sweetie. you don’t have to beg.” sylus takes in a deep breath, hearing the softest squelch over the phone. it’s quick— brief— but sylus hears it. he feels dizzy, almost like he’s going to pass out. his wrist is aching, cock throbbing with need. “touch yourself, kitten. gently, don’t rush.”

sylus throws his head back listening to your moans. you drag your fingertips up your outer lips, hips trembling. you want to rub at your clit, drag your fingers inside of you and quickly cum like always. but sylus loved to drag out your pleasure. the cold air whips at youe clit as you helplessly buck your hips up.

“needy girl,” sylus chides, listening to your grumbles. “don’t touch your clit. don’t overwhelm yourself. that’s your problem.” sylus shifts. “you’re too needy, too desperate for pleasure that when it does come, it’s quick. you feel it for a few seconds before it disappears. a needy thing like you needs it to be dragged out— long and torturous.”

your face is beyond red, panting as you drag your fingertips up your soaked, swollen slit. your eyes are shut, imaging your hands are his. listening to his every instruction, every tease, every moan.

“that’s the only way you’ll fall asleep— you need to exhaust yourself. you’re frustrating yourself.” sylus clicks his tongue. you can imagine him behind you, having you seated on his lap. maybe he would use his thighs to spread yours, visualizing just how large he truly is.

would he tie your wrists together, or force you to use them to keep yourself open? would he use silk, his tie, his belt— maybe even his evol? the possibilities are endless with a man like him.

he is unpredictable.

“are you thinking of me, sweetheart? touching you? slip a finger inside, nice and deep. as deep as you can, princess.” sylus husks. he imagines you, seated on his thighs with a hand pushing him down in his chest. your other hand wraps itself around his cock, cruelly pumping him. his little vixen.

you’re shy, yet so assertive when it comes to something you want. sometimes you just need someone to guide you, show you want it is you truly want— like currently.

“curl your finger, kitten.” he commands, pumping himself once more.

“sylus,” you breathe out, curling your finger inside of you. your walls clench around the single digit, begging for more. “miss you. want you. need your…” you trail off, sliding another finger inside if you, lost in the haze of your pleasure.

“there you go, kitten. keep going. fuck, i need you here with me. need my beloved beside me. let me kiss her, touch her, fuck her.” sylus’s glides his fist up and down his cock rapidly, a gutteral groan forcing its way out his throat. “need my sweet girl beside me. isn’t that what you want, baby?”

he’s spewing pure filth into your ears, keeling over at the sound of you. your pleasure only spurs sylus on. you finally catch on to what he’s doing,

“sylus, are you?” you pause, raising your hips slightly.

“touch your clit, my love. let me hear you. no biting your lips. i’ll stop talking if you do,” your left hand comes down to rub at your clit, small soft strokes. your thighs clench around your hands, back arching forward.

“that’s my girl, keep going, kitten. want to hear you cum, see you all teary and whiny like you are right now,” sylus is purring, mewling at the thought of you. his lower spine tingles— he won’t be too far behind you.

your head spins, ears ringing. you can only hear sylus’s voice, thinking of his arms touching you from behind. imaging his large, rough hands handling you like he does those guns he deals with all day. gliding his thick fingers inside of you, relentlessly curling against your sweet spot til your teetering over the edge.

your wanton moans keep sylus grounded, his toes curling into hardwood. his stomach tightens, sweat dripping down his forehead.

“my good girl, are you gonna cum, sweetie? tell me, let me hear you.” sylus can’t feel his wrist anymore, moving with a mind of its own. he’s dangling over the edge, holding on just so he can hear your sweet voice. hear your voice crack as you cream on your fingers, imagining it was his buried deep inside of you.

you both make a mess of yourselves. you barely hold back a scresm of his name, thighs clenching around your wrists, hips bucking desperately against your fingertips that swirl at your clit. you don’t stop, you drag out your orgasm like he would.

sylus spills his seed all over himself, his glasses strayed down his nose. the warm liquid drips down his knuckles, his chest heaving. all he can see is white, all he can hear is your whiny voice as you keep rolling your clit.

“good, good girl. keep going, sweetie. until you can’t take it,” sylus is cooing, comforting, guiding you through it. “im here, you can do it. let yourself have it.”

your toes curl into your cotton sheets, back bowing deeply as you let a groan rip from your throat before you finally collapse. your thighs and calves are trembling, heart pounding in your chest. that was…

sylus can hear incessant snoring on the other end. he lets out an amused puff, a deep rumble of a laughter. you’re long gone, deep into your dreamland. he doesn’t hang up, listening to your soft breaths and snores over the phone.

“sleep well, kitten. i love you.”

© ilyhaitanii - do not repost, translate, plagiarize

[voidsylus]

it’s never easy being a sylus main

[voidsylus]

sylus created a safe place for us

despite the unimaginable pain sylus endured—growing up as a half breed without a home because his species lost to a merciless genocide done by humans, and then being sealed away for thousands of years—he has become a beacon of warmth and love in this lifetime

against all odds, he created something he never had: a true home but not just for himself, but for all of us—the twins, mephie, and us. within the n109 zone he created a sense of belonging that wraps around us so warmly. it’s more than just a home—it’s a sanctuary, a place where we feel truly safe, seen, cared and loved. sylus will always make sure there is a place for us and will always be so vocal about it

[sugurucoated]

INEXPERIENCED PERSON GETS A LITTLE “LESSON” | SYLUS (LADS) X AFAB!READER

WARNINGS: SMUT, TH1GH GR1NDING, READERS FIRST TIME, 0RAL (RECEIVING), M1SSIONARY, UNPROTECTED S3X, MULTIPLE 0RGASMS, CREAMP1E, MDNI/18+ CONTENT

WORD COUNT: 1.4K

“I… I don’t really know what I’m doing, Sylus. Like, at all.” The words tumble out between nervous laughs as you fidget with your hoodie drawstrings.

Sylus leans closer, eyes locked on you as if you’ve just handed him the best gift of the night. “No experience?” His smirk deepens. “Oh, sweetheart… you’ve been holding out on me.”

Before you can stammer out a defence, he’s already closing the distance between the two of you. One big hand braces against the wall behind you, boxing you in. His breath is warm on your ear when he murmurs. “Guess that makes me your first lesson, yeah?”

His touch is deliberate and unhurried. Fingers tracing along your jaw, tilting your face up until your lips part on instinct. Sylus doesn’t kiss you right away. He makes you wait, makes you shiver under his gaze. “Relax,” he says, voice low and teasing. “I’ll show you exactly how this goes.”

The first kiss is slow but commanding, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that makes you clutch at his shirt. He chuckles, catching your wrist and pinning it against the wall. “Already grabbing? Eager… I like it.”

Every move after that feels like instruction. The way his hand slides down your side, guiding your hips closer. The way he pulls back from the kiss to murmur another command. “Part your legs for me… yeah, like that. Good girl.”

Sylus wedges his leg between yours, your clothed core pressing lightly against the fabric of his trousers. The material is soft, but the friction sparks a heat that makes your breath hitch in your throat.

He notices immediately, a low hum of satisfaction slipping from his throat as his hands find your hips. “There it is,” he murmurs, guiding you closer until the friction deepens. The rough glide of fabric against you draws a soft moan from your lips and his smirk widens at the proof of your reaction.

“You feel that?” he asks, voice husky, his thigh flexing just enough to make you shiver. “I want you to move for me.”

And you do.

Slowly at first, testing the friction, but soon your movements find a steady rhythm, moans and soft sounds spilling from your lips. The heat builds with every press and you can feel him responding beneath you, the fabric between you doing nothing to dull the intensity.

His hands move to rest on your thighs, helping you. His thumb brushes lightly against your skin, and the sensation makes your back arch, a sharp moan breaking free. “That’s it… just like that,” he murmurs, voice low and ragged.

The friction, the closeness, the way he’s watching you, it’s all too much. You let your movements grow more deliberate, guided by the heat between you and the sound of your moans mingling with his low groans.

Your body shivers as the knot inside you tightens with every press, every glide, until it finally snaps in a shuddering release that leaves you breathless, trembling against him.

ꪆৎ

Now you’re sprawled across his bed, every inch of you exposed, while Sylus hovers above with hungry eyes. His gaze drifts slowly down the length of your body, lingering like he’s memorising every curve, every line, every inch of skin laid open for him.

His hand comes to rest on your hip, warm and grounding, thumb tracing lazy circles that make your breath hitch. “You have no idea how perfect you are like this,” he murmurs, the words roughened by the strain in his voice.

You shift beneath him, the heat of his body sinking into yours, and he leans down, pressing his lips to your collarbone. The kiss is slow, almost reverent, but the scrape of his teeth that follows sends sparks racing through you. His mouth trails lower, leaving a heated path across your skin, until you’re arching toward him without even realising it.

He shifts, strong hands coaxing your thighs apart with ease, his movements unhurried yet possessive. When he lowers himself further, one of your legs settles over his shoulder, leaving you exposed beneath the heavy weight of his gaze. Then you feel it, his breath against your core, hot and deliberate, making your stomach tighten with anticipation.

Your fingers twitch at your sides, unsure where to place your hands. Finally, you press them into the duvet, the fabric bunching beneath your grip. It grounds you as the rest of your body feels like it’s unravelling, strung tight with the ache of waiting for his next move.

Sylus leans closer, his fingers parting your folds as his mouth finds your heat, sending shivers through every nerve. The warmth of him between your thighs, the deliberate way he explores with his tongue, makes your chest tighten and your breath hitch.

A low, satisfied murmur escapes him, and you shiver at the sound, the intimacy sending waves through your core. His tongue darts inside you for a moment, teasing and precise, each flick sparking a shiver that runs through your entire body.

Soon he's got your body arching off the mattress, that familar knot forming in your lower abdomen once again. He's groaning as his tongue hungrily laps at your cunt, the pleasure building up much quicker than you had expected and your fingers twist in the fabric beneath you.

Soon, he has your body arching off the mattress, that familiar knot forming low in your abdomen once again. He groans, tongue lapping your cunt hungrily and the pleasure builds up quicker than you expected. Your fingers clutch the fabric beneath you, twisting it as waves of heat ripple through your body.

Between broken moans, you call his name, chest rising and falling in ragged gasps. Your second orgasm edges closer, sharp and relentless, and your thighs tremble, threatening to clamp around him. He pins them carefully, holding you in place as his mouth drives you higher.

Pleasure spirals through you, a storm you can’t control. Every nerve screams, every shuddering breath catching in your throat. Then the release crashes over you like wildfire, stealing your words and leaving only whimpers and quivering gasps. Your body trembles, suspended between ecstasy and exhaustion, utterly undone.

Sylus rises, hovering over you once more. This time, he lines himself up with your heat, letting you adjust to the lingering waves of pleasure. His tip, slick with precum as he brushes it against your folds, pressing just enough to make you shiver and your breath hitching as anticipation coils tight in your stomach.

“Sylus…” You whimper. “Put it in.”

“Darling’s giving orders now, huh?” he murmurs, one hand planted firmly next to your head, the other gripping his length. His smirk is dangerous and the view of him above you makes your body ache with need.

“Please…” you whine, your fingers letting go of the bedsheet before landing on his hips, tugging him closer, desperate for every inch of him.

Finally, he sinks into you slowly, letting you adjust to the fullness. Each inch presses deliciously against you, making your back arch instinctively, fingers digging into his hips.

“Feels… so good,” you gasp, voice trembling as your walls stretch around him.

He begins to move, slow at first, letting each stroke draw out the tension, before picking up a steady, demanding rhythm. You’re caught in the delicious torment of sensation, every thrust sending shivers from your core to your lips, moans spilling uncontrollably with every delicious movement.

Sylus leans closer, forehead brushing yours as he kissses you and his hand travels from his length to your hips as he drives his cock deeper into. With every thrust, heat and tension twist tighter in your lower stomach.

Your moans grow louder, ragged and uncontrollable, matching the steady rhythm of his thrusts. Fingers claw at his back now, nails grazing skin as you press into him, desperate for every inch.

“Such a good girl for me,” he growls, voice low and teasing, sending heat curling through you. His hand slides to your chest, teasing your sensitive skin, and the combination of touch and movement makes your vision blur with pleasure.

The tension in your core twists tighter, every nerve ending on fire. You’re caught between begging and surrendering, hips moving instinctively against him, breath hitching with every delicious thrust.

Then, just when the pressure becomes unbearable, a shiver rips through you, waves of pleasure crashing over your body as you cry out, your whole body trembling beneath him. He holds you close, driving through the last delicious moments, until you’re left breathless and quivering beneath him.

Sylus soon follows, his climax crashing through him as he cums inside you. His breaths come in ragged gasps, chest heaving and you swear you could have orgasmed for the fourth time that evening, every nerve screaming in delicious overload.

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[qinsylus]

08/17/25; 10:23pm

sylus qin x fem.reader

notes: it’s been so long since i wrote a solo sylus fic 😭 i miss him so muchhh (;﹏;) this is going to be a simple unedited thirst post / drabble inspired by lovespeed ride.

obligatory tags: @voidsylus | @madam8

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your heart was still pounding-

adrenaline felt coursing through your veins when you crash landed into the ocean.

yet instead of drowning, sylus was the one who held you close to his chest, breaking through the shallow waters with an almost bored expression on his face.

without loosening his grip on you, you began to giggle, seeing the bits of seaweed that clings to his hair. removing them from his silvery strands, you lightly taunt him, “i never thought i’d see the powerful onychinus boss-man take a tumble.”

“…and you’ll be held accountable for this.”

you tilt your head at him, ready to reply with your own snarky words when the sight of something shimmering jump through the ocean’s surface catches your attention.

“ah… look over there! it’s the pink dolphins we were trying to find!”

sylus stops his trek toward the shores, allowing you to admire the scene while chuckling softly. keeping you within his embrace, he simply takes a moment to admire your features while bathed beneath the glow of the setting sun. like a man starved, he drinks in the sight of your eyes, watching as they glimmer with admiration for the dolphin’s seemingly endless dance.

with your lips still parted, sylus waits for a few more minutes before taking you back to the shores. filled to the brim with love for you, he wanted to spend these next few hours worshipping you with the ocean as his sole witness.

finding the perfect spot against the shoreline, sylus places you against the damp sands, taking a hold of your hand before placing a series of kisses at the back of them.

“today has been nothing short of an adventure with you, my little dove. if you’ll allow me, i’d like to show you just how deeply in love i am with you with this paradise as our witness.” your breathing hitches when sylus flashes you a genuine smile, his touch achingly soft as he traces at your cheek with the back of his hand.

“y-yes… i’d like that, sy.” a lazy grin spreads across his full lips, feeling them press against yours in a soft kiss before his hands roamed down your body. he takes his time admiring your form, breathing turning labored when he manages to unclasp your bikini while sliding down your silky bottoms, leaving you utterly bare for him.

the scent of your honey sweet arousal was what hit him first, causing him to growl lowly as he gently traces at your pussy lips with his fingertips. you began to softly mewl below him, arching your back the moment he slides his middle finger within your folds, pumping them while collecting your essence with a cocky smirk.

“you’re already so wet for me.” he adds another finger within your heat, the scissoring motion causing your moans to echo as you land back into the soft sands.

“sy, sand is going to get everywhere- ngh… hah!” sylus merely speeds up his movements at the sound of your protest, not stopping until he felt your walls clenching oh so sweetly around his fingertips. letting out a high pitched keen, you spilled yourself onto the palm of his hands with a reckless abandon, shivering when you heard sylus’s deep chuckle when he asks, “then shall we take our little tryst back into the waters?”

your eyes go wide as heat was felt against your cheeks. “y-you can’t be serious…!”

“oh but i am, kitten.” with one last pinch against your swollen clit, he removes his fingers from your soaked walls, earning a breathy whine from you. sylus takes a moment to admire how your climax had made his digits shinier, making a show of licking them clean before pulling you by your ankles.

with that single motion alone, sylus brushes his clothed erection against your inner thigh, making you moan at the sudden contact. a smug expression paints his features when he pulls you even closer to him, already standing back to his full height while taking you within his embrace.

with one swift motion of his hands, he frees himself from the confines of his swim shorts before heading back into the ocean. he doesn’t stop until you were both half submerged in the waters. you could feel the cold temperature surrounding you-

but the body heat that sylus was exuding made it more bearable. with his muscular form pressed so closely to you, it only served to make the ache between your legs all the more prominent. lifting you with ease within his arms, sylus begins lavishing your breasts with desperate kisses.

his tongue was felt eagerly wrapping around the hardened bud of your nipples, with goosebumps erupting all across your skin when you felt his canines lightly tracing over the curve of your breasts. and each time he gently suckles at them, you swore that you felt a rush of blood rushing toward your cunt, seeming to pulsate with need for him.

“sylus… please…”

sylus ignores your pleas, still focused on lavishing your breasts with equal amounts of affection. when he removes your nipple from his hot mouth, he immediately switches over to its twin, his tongue felt curling around its bud as well. your breathing became even more labored now, trembling slightly when you felt sylus’s free hand slowly traveling down your body.

when the calloused palm of his hands cups at your aching sex, you knew you wouldn’t last another second.

the sensation of his mouth against your skin coupled along with the sudden intrusion of his thick fingers inside of your pulsating walls was enough to bring you toward a breaking point. with just a simple bite and pinch on your clit, you arch your back and spilled your juices into his hand, earning a grunt of approval from sylus.

with you feeling like absolute putty now, sylus finally relinquishes your breast from his hot mouth. he ends up licking at his lips, gently massaging your inner thighs before turning you around. you were now completely facing the ocean view, your mind still in a pleasured daze as you felt like you were floating (like you were in a dream.)

hearing sylus say your name as he spread your legs wider for him, you began to tremble with anticipation. “just keep your eyes on paradise as i work on taking you straight to heaven, my love.”

and when you felt sylus slowly push his girthy cock within your heat, you felt every inch of him filling you up just right. taking advantage of his strength, he bounces you up and down his cock, fulfilling his promises of making love to you while in paradise as you prayed that this moment would never end.

end notes: i do not have this card, i am simply living vicariously through tiktok at this point 😭

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[voidsylus]

a love that not even the god/s can separate

[voidsylus]

infold needs to raise sylus affinity

after the whole 130 affinity where so many sylus mains were stuck for weeks to months bc infold didn’t raise sylus levels, i was sure they aren’t going to do that again

but i was wrong

now the highest im seeing for sylus is 159 and they have yet to raise the affinity cap. im at 155 right now but im dreading having to through it again esp bc i enjoy taking screenshots

i just wish infold cared enough about their players because we really do love the game but the lack of equality over li (sylus specifically because it’s been a year) is heartbreaking. but all we can do is hold up on hope that one day sylus will get the justice he deserves

[voidsylus]

happy sylust

it’s officially august 1st so that’s means another month of celebrating sylus and that’s a fun canon ritual sylus mains started in april (the twins even confirmed it)

may sylus beach banner come home to us at early pity with no spook or lose 50/50 and may it be spicy so we can feast

(i love playing with glint so much, sylus dominates this lighting)

[emslittlelibrary-deactivated202]

⭑ sylus finally fits. ⭑

⭑ summary. you and sylus still haven’t found a way to have sex—until, in this latest attempt, he finally fits. ౨ৎ

💌 ⁀➴ content warnings: 18+! lowercase intended. non-evol au. established relationship. pet names (sweetie, sweetheart). size kink. fingering. finger sucking. unprotected sex. lube. missionary. a little bit of a plot twist ending(?)

💌 ⁀➴ wc: 1.7k. song mention: cherry. lana del rey.

⭑ a note from 乇m! ⭑ first time em has ever written p in v sylus sex? and it certainly won’t be the last??

💌 ⁀➴ thank you for reading! ౨ৎ

“that’s it. that’s it, make a mess for me. no need to be shy."

with one last desperate clench, you gasped for your next breath, then melted into your release, as delicious, hot-syruped pleasure dripped sugar wax into the base of your stomach.

sylus committed to the exact momentum that brought you there in the first place—not thrusting his fingers, but instead pressing that same button of plump nerves deep within your core with relentless speed and precision. he thumped his fingertips against your sweet, squelching patch of cherries, as his other hand splayed across your stomach, held steady so he could smudge your clit with his thumb.

your sticky, needy moans kept coming as you fought through endless shivers, that racked your body so handedly that you had to clutch sylus’s wrist for support.

when he bowed forward to kiss the edge of your hand, your hips jolted in response, at the same time that your thighs attempted to clench around his waist. he tsked, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth with a slow shake of his head. then he taunted you further with smeared kisses up your fingers, and along your inner thigh. each time, your legs quivered, desperate to clench closer together, to sever the gravitational pull of his thick fingers caving in on you.

“you know i need all of it, sweetie,” he disciplined you with a dark whisper, “can’t stop until you give me every last drop."

“s-s—sylus—"

he grunted. “no begging. be good for me, c’mon. you’re almost there."

you bucked up into another helpless whine. your mind was going numb at this point, blurring every thought that had nothing to do with his thumb circling your clit or his fingers rutting against you just right. you tightened your hold on him by a mere fraction, but he reacted accordingly, finally slowing down as you approached the end of your release.

he drew his fingers from you with a drenched slick, then sucked your arousal dripping down to his knuckles with a low, satisifed groan.

you could only recover with a lone sigh before he bowed forward again, that time to seal your lips with a lingering, lovestruck kiss.

he pulled back slightly, lips as shiny red as heart-shaped cherries. “you still want to try again?” he asked.

you nodded with a needy bite of your lip, and squeezed the back of his neck to pull him in for another kiss. his bulge, poking into his boxers, nudged your thigh as he shifted against you, enticing a dewy breath.

the weight of his tip alone was cruel—it stirred something primal and insatiable within you that you wouldn’t have known was there unless you met him. you’ve truly been obsessed with sylus's dick ever since you first saw it.

if only it would fit.

the past three times you and sylus tried to have sex, it simply refused to budge all the way through. you would earn an inch or so with every attempt, but still, he could never manage to slide fully inside you. you just needed sylus so miserably at this point that nothing would stop you from trying. especially with the way he was humping your leg to seek the friction of your thighs, soaking a small patch of his boxers with streaks of precum. he needed you just as badly, if not worse.

“please, sylus,” you sighed against his lips, “give it to me. already feels so good."

he knew better than to deny you, which is why he didn’t hesitate. with one tug at his boxers, his cock bobbed free, thick from the base all the way up, ribbed in veins, rosy and messy at the tip. you forgot to breathe every time you saw it—it was just so pretty. and damn heavy, too. its size should’ve intimidated you after all this time, but you could only feel eager as you stared down at it with sultry, siren eyes and a watered tongue. it hadn’t stopped bobbing since he took it out, like it was trying to hypnotize you. not only was the sheer length of it distracting, but the weight of his balls, too, that you couldn’t wait to clap against your pussy once you could finally handle him in his entirety. drops of precum leaked from his slit, slithering all the way down past the ridge of his tip.

“see that, sweetie?” he strained out, catching the drip of cum with his finger. “it’s drooling for you."

you sucked his finger into your mouth, then savored his thumb, all while he pinched and squeezed at the head of his cock. he clashed his mouth against yours with one last ravenous kiss before bending over the edge of the bed for a bottle of lube.

only once he lathered his dick until it was wet and smooth did he lean into you, hiking your legs around his waist. he always reached for your hand when he had you pinned beneath him, with an affectionate squeeze of his palm into yours like a heartbeat, fingers interlocked and solid. it rooted you to him, utterly and truly.

“ready?” he whispered close to your ear, “tell me when to stop."

you nodded, already a bit dazed by the groove of his tip prodding apart your soaked folds. then, ever so slowly, he breached into you with the tightest, stickiest squish from your wet heat.

the two of you sighed in unison, in a melody of rasped groans and breathless whimpers. he already stretched you so good—your lovely hole could meld to the width of his fingers, but strained beneath the weight of his cock, struggling to take its shape but efforting through it all the same. you winced, sinking your fingernails into the back of his hand and the bulk of his shoulder, but didn’t ween your hips away. pleasure pinched and nipped your tight core, but you wanted to feel him harder—deeper.

“that’s the tip,” he breathed out, voice slightly unsteady, “breathe with me. you’re taking it so well already. being such a sweet girl for me."

he fluttered a kiss over the edge of your mouth, tracing the seam with his tongue. then he pushed in again, and you gritted out a harsher groan that time. a burning coil hooked the pit of your stomach hard and fast, but released as soon as he stilled again.

“i know, sweetie,” he cooed, sweet like gooey candy, “i know, i know. but you can do it. i know you can. try a little bit more."

you hummed to agree, securing him with a tighter clutch of your legs around his waist. “i want it. please, keep going. don’t stop."

he cupped the heart-shaped curve of your face, stroking the corner of your eye to soften the singe of his cock burying deeper into you. you braced it, with your eyes shut tight and wilted whine after whine. you were stuffed so full—your cunt was practically choking on him. for every burning push there was the rewarding pull of your warmth suctioning around him—a pulse from your honeypot of nerves seeking more, a flicker or two from your swollen clit. your breath hitched when another tight cinch of pain trickled in sooner than you expected.

“look at me. right here, c’mon. look right here,” he panted.

your eyes fluttered open to find his, dark red as a blood moon, smokied with lust. your brows still scrunched close together, but you tried to soothe the tension by moving your hand away from his nail-bitten shoulder to trace the rigid lines of his mouth and his jaw.

he kissed the palm of your hand, and whispered, “good girl. there she is."

shockwaves rippled through you when he shifted his hips again, and you watched closely as his lips parted with a silent breath. he seeped in deeper, in one slow but fluid motion, that carved into you so good and sharp that you had to arch against him.

“fuck,” sylus groaned, then again in a faint whimper, “fuck, it’s in. it’s all the way in."

“yeah?” you whimpered back. “keep going then, sylus. need you to move."

he released your hand and sat upright, targeting his stare directly at the juncture where he disappeared completely inside of you. he knocked his head back, with a hard and heavy swallow.

“fuck,” he gritted out again, “that’s good. how is it this good, sweetie?"

he drew his hips back with a wince, paused for a breath, then eased back some more. the sound of him sliding out of you was pure filth—with a lingering slurp that caused your core to constrict around him tighter, sucking him back in.

“mmph—” he moaned through a shudder, “you’re gonna take it again for me, sweet girl?"

“yeah—hah—m-mmhm,” you whimpered back, all dizzy and soft.

that time, he sank back into you with much less resistance, following through to kiss your cervix with his tip in one slow-burn thrust. to feel all of him at once, clogged and stuffed to the point that you could overflow for him already, churned such intense pleasure within you, deeper than you had ever felt it before. your eyes crossed from the sheer euphoria of it all—you may even start hallucinating.

he shucked in and out of your trap for a cunt in one sweeping motion, finding a steady rhythm. your soaked heat welcomed him again and again with brief spasms and squeezes, doing all that it could to lure him back in.

his lips remained parted, a gateway for every fragile breath and wet whine that poured out of him one after another. brows fixated close together, stomach flexing, arms fidgeting, unable to hold you still and steady. he was such a mess for you after only three or four strokes. you couldn’t remember the last time you saw him like this—if at all.

he babbled out your name. then, “sweetheart—s-sweetie. it’s too good. i’m . . ."

he managed one last sigh, and a final fifth thrust that filled you to the brim, before releasing a breathless, fucked-out whine of relief. he clutched your hips tighter than he had all night, crucifying you to him as he spilled his hot and heavy load into you.

he apologized as soon as he came.

“i’m so sorry, sweetie. i can’t help myself. how was i supposed to know you would feel this fucking good?"

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All dolled up

aka, dressing you up just to fuck you down

Sylus x female reader

Words: 2.7k

The front door to your apartment clicks open with a soft squeak, followed by the heavy footfall of the man you’ve been expecting. You look up from the book in your lap, already smiling when Sylus appears in the living room. He’s smirking too, a picture of quiet smugness with something crinkling behind his back.

“You’re here earlier than I expected,” you say, setting the book aside and rising to greet him. “Though I’m not complaining.”

You’d been eagerly awaiting his arrival ever since he texted you this morning about having business in Linkon. It was a no-brainer to invite him over after whatever shady deal he had planned. Quality time together felt long overdue.

The mystery behind his back suggests a different kind of business he attended to.

You can’t help but raise a curious brow, though you pause long enough to press a kiss to his cheek. The gentle peck draws a soft chuckle from him. It’s obvious you’re stifling your curiosity, so he doesn’t leave you in suspense much longer.

“You’ve never been one for patience, kitten, so I came as quick as I could,” he teases, brushing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I would have arrived sooner, but I needed to pick up something first. Actually, two somethings.”

He reveals two luxury shopping bags from behind his back with a bit of a flourish.

One is smaller, the handles tied together with a black velvet ribbon. Hot pink tissue paper peeks out from one corner, catching your eye.

The other bag, much bigger, is proudly stamped with an ornate gold seal. The familiar logo gives you a sneaking suspicion of what’s inside.

You start to protest before you’ve even set your hands on the bags. “Sylus, this is too–”

“It’s bad manners to turn down a gift,” he scolds with a mischievous grin.

When he leads you to the couch and gently places both packages in your lap, you know there’s no room for arguing. Sylus is especially stubborn when he spends money on you. There’s no amount of protesting, convincing, or pleading that will get him to change his mind.

So you just accept your fate and give in to that feeling of excitement at opening unexpected gifts. If he’s so willing to spoil you, then you might as well enjoy being doted on.

He nudges the smaller bag toward you first, so you hastily untie the ribbon and peel back the layers of tissue paper.

A delicate lingerie set lies beneath—a deep burgundy color that reveals your trembling fingers beneath sheer mesh. The underwear’s waistband is lined with a pretty scalloped lace, and a dainty satin bow sits in the middle. Its matching bra is equally detailed and ethereal, with lace framing the top of each cup, the same see-through mesh, and ribbons adorning the bottom of each strap.

You swallow hard, heat rising to your cheeks when you think of Sylus picking this out for you. You don’t even need to imagine the smirk that must have graced his face as he fantasized about you wearing the set. He’s already looking at you with expectant glee right now.

“You’re impossible,” you whisper with a shaky laugh.

“I assume that means you like it, sweetie,” he replies with that infuriating, cocky grin of his. “Now the second one.” His large fingers tap the bigger bag as a reminder.

After fumbling with the packaging, the second gift reveals a dress. The same one you’d admired from the boutique window a few days ago. Made of velvet and flirty, it has a ribbed bodice and a scandalously high slit up the skirt.

It’s the color of wine and soft to the touch. Something he won’t be able to keep his hands off of.

“Sylus,” you groan only half-heartedly, “I told you I didn’t need it.”

“I know,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “But I wanted you to have it.” Another kiss, one that lingers. “And I want to see you in it. Right now.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re not even going to let me try it on myself, are you?”

“No. I want to dress you.” He stands, hand outstretched in expectation. “Won’t you let me take care of you, sweetie?”

You roll your eyes with a fond sigh. “Alright, alright. You win.” It’s not like you put up much of a fight.

Placing your hand in his, you let him guide you up and into the bedroom. The lighting is dim, only the last rays of dusk spilling through the window and painting the walls with an orange-pink hue.

He stops you beside the bed and gestures for you to stand still, like a mannequin or a doll. You indulge him, lips twitching when he bends to hook his fingers beneath the hem of the oversized shirt you wear.

“May I?” he asks gently.

You nod, and then he lifts it, letting his fingertips brush along your thighs, your hips, then your ribs as he tugs it over your head.

If he’s surprised that you’re completely bare underneath, he chooses not to comment on it. He doesn’t even mention the slight sheen of wetness he catches between the apex of your thighs as you shuffle on your feet.

You both know the terms of this game you play together.

Sylus dresses you, taking his time to touch you with the utmost respect and reverence. And you try to ignore the rising heat in the pit of your stomach.

He enjoys spoiling you, providing for you, wrapping you in luxury and reveling in your natural beauty. You enjoy being treated like the princess he always makes you feel you are.

And of course, you enjoy the way he makes love to you when he’s done pampering you.

Your heartbeat kicks up a notch when he picks up the lingerie set, holding it like something fragile before meeting your gaze and tapping on one of your legs.

You obey the silent command, carefully balancing on one leg to step into the underwear first. When it’s snug over your aching pussy, he turns his attention to sliding the bra over your arms and shoulders before clasping it behind you with slow precision.

He only touches you, finally, to pull the lace cups into place. His thumbs brush the sensitive underside of your breasts and linger a moment longer than necessary. It sends sparks of electricity through your spine.

With bated breath, you watch his eyes trace your body like a man memorizing scripture. His silent appraisal makes your stomach do somersaults, but you keep your head high and try not to melt where you stand.

Arousal burns hotter beneath the surface of your skin as he turns to the dress next. With the same precision and frustrating slowness, he helps you step into it before drawing it up your body.

This time, his hands caress every inch of skin they encounter. When the bodice reaches your hips, he pauses, fingers dancing along your waist before guiding it up over your chest.

Tugging the zipper up follows the same skin-tingling process. It’s not a coincidence his knuckles skim your heated skin the entire journey up your spine.

Even when the dress fits perfectly around your curves—Sylus always gets your size correct, no matter the brand or type of clothing—he still smooths the fabric over your stomach, then higher.

His fingers reach your breasts, thumbs gliding up to tease your nipples through layers of velvet and lace.

“Look at you,” he murmurs to himself, stepping around to admire you fully. “Out of all the gems this world has to offer, your shine is the most brilliant.”

You stand still, trembling slightly as his eyes devour the sight of you, his most precious treasure, all dolled up for him.

He reaches out, smoothing the skirt again, adjusting the sleeves, tugging the neckline just slightly lower. His hands move like an artist’s, sculpting the perfect image in his mind.

Then, slowly, they wander.

First over your waist, then your hips, brushing the sides of your thighs and slipping between the slit of the dress. He circles you, his fingers never leaving your body. You can feel the tension between you stretching tighter with every breath.

When he finally steps closer, pulling you gently to him, his hands cradle your jaw as he kisses you—soft at first, then deeper, more consuming.

The world falls away until there is only the firm press of his mouth and the heat radiating between you.

Without separating from your soft lips, he takes a sure step forward. You stumble back for only a split second before his hand steadies you by the lower back. The course he wants to take is clearer now as he guides you, straight to the bed.

You’re pliant under his touch, gasping when he sits with you on the soft mattress and then yanks you to straddle his lap with a quiet huff against your mouth.

The dress pools around your thighs, the slit making room for your legs to spread over his big lap, as if he planned for this. He’s already straining hard beneath you, his breaths growing ragged between kisses that steadily turn sloppy.

His hands slide beneath the dress, fingertips tracing the edge of your new panties, then snaking beneath until they graze your slit. You gasp, grinding into his hand instinctively, and it rips a low groan from his throat.

Sylus parts from your lips as his fingers grow more bold in their exploration, dipping into your arousal to spread it along your clit.

“You must like your gifts a lot, sweetie.” He chuckles and presses a smug, searing kiss to your neck. “You’re dripping on them.”

You whimper, hips twitching as his fingers press firmer against you. One slips inside, then two, curling just right. His thumb brushes over your clit, and his other hand pulls the neckline of your dress down.

Even when his warm mouth latches onto a nipple through the mesh of your bra, he watches every reaction of yours. He revels in the way your eyes flutter shut, the way your head tilts back while you moan his name, and the shudder in your thighs as he curls his thick digits right against your g-spot.

You cry out, burying your face in his neck before pleading, “Need you inside me…please.”

On any other day, Sylus would draw this out even further. He’d make you say it again even though your cheeks burn. He’d tease that he’s already inside you while scissoring his fingers in your tight heat to prove his point. 

But he’s been on edge ever since he saw you staring at this dress through the window of that shop. Since then, he’s been planning for this moment. So tonight, he’s feeling more impatient than usual.

He pulls his hand from your underwear before effortlessly maneuvering you to lie on your back against your soft mattress. The dress bunches around your hips, giving him further access to slide his hands along your upper thighs.

You always look gorgeous to him. But right now? You’re flushed and glistening, chest heaving from his slow build-up. The lingerie is a soaked mess. The velvet's clinging to your sweat-slick skin.

You’re the picture of everything he loves: opulence, intimacy, softness, and indulgence.

And you already know not to worry about staining or ruining the brand new clothes. He’s told you before, and he’ll remind you again if he needs to—he’ll just buy you another pair of everything if the mess is too hard to clean.

He hovers over you, mouth descending to press a hot trail of kisses everywhere he can reach. His teeth catch on the top of your bra’s lace cup, and he tugs it down until one breast spills free.

As he takes his time sucking and nibbling on one nipple, his hand makes quick work of freeing his leaking cock. Precum smears against your new panties, leaving his mark while your hips tilt to rub yourself harder against the tip.

With his patience wearing thin, he pushes your panties aside, lines himself up, and sinks into you in one slow, deep thrust. The stretch pulls a gasp from your lips, and he simultaneously groans as your heat envelops him.

“Sweetie,” he breathes against your throat, voice shaky and betraying how much you affect him. “You’re so perfect. So gorgeous. Hm, magnificent,” he murmurs between each thrust.

He’s not usually one for lots of talking during sex, but seeing you like this? You’re a vision wrapped in only the finest things he could provide you. And it makes him want to remind you just how much power you hold over the fearless leader of Onychinus.

He watches your face through every deliberate drag of his cock inside you, studies every twitch of your brow, every moan you try to stifle. You arch beneath him, fingers tangling in his silver hair and tugging just enough to make him grunt from the perfect mix of stinging pleasure.

While he’s not much of a talker, he is the type of man who enjoys letting you know how good you’re making him feel through deep growls and near-animalistic sounds with every rough stroke. And your higher-pitched sounds begin to join his as he hits the perfect spot, making you clench around him even tighter.

“That’s it,” he pants as he continues chasing that spot you like. “Make a mess for me.”

He pounds into you harder, pace quickening as your bodies slap together, the room filled with the sound of slick skin and ragged breaths.

Sliding one hand beneath your bunched up panties, his fingers lock onto your clit with quick precision. He’s intent on watching you fall apart on his cock, creaming around him and leaving a wet mess along your new clothes. Anything to make him spend even more money on his sweetest treasure.

Sylus gets off on it—the thought of you making use of his resources, putting his hard work to good use and being treated like royalty. You deserve it. Just like he deserves seeing that adorable look on your face when you accept the gifts you pretend you don’t want or need.

His hand works faster, flicking your aching bundle of nerves just right until you scream his name. Your orgasm hits you fast, stealing the breath from his lungs when he feels you tremble beneath him. It’s impossible to hold out any longer. Not when you have such a blissed out look on your face, all because of him.

He bites down on your shoulder, his pace stuttering as he thrusts deep once—twice—more before spilling inside you. His grip is bruising even through the thick velvet of the dress, holding you tightly as you both slowly come down from the high.

It’s an effort not to collapse on you with how lightheaded he feels right now. That innocent smile on your face makes him weak in the knees. So he rolls the two of you over, pulling you to lie atop his strong chest. His cock slips from your cunt, likely making a mess on your dress. But it doesn’t matter to him.

You both lie there for a moment, gasping, tangled together in peaceful bliss. He brushes the hair from your face, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I’m surprised,” he murmurs, “you didn’t ask me about the price tag this time.” He chuckles, thinking you must have finally learned that it’s a lost cause.

You laugh weakly, still dazed. “Can I guess?”

He entertains it, humming when you rattle off some numbers, and laughing when you severely underestimate how much he’d spend on you.

The dress itself wasn’t too expensive. But when should he tell you that he bought the whole boutique just so he can adorn you in more pretty dresses and show you how gorgeous you are?

Maybe he’ll confess on your next shopping trip together. After all, he has plans of fucking you in the dressing room of that classy store as soon as you try on every little thing your heart desires.

a/n: if you read this and thought “why does this idea sound familiar?” It's because I teased it over 2 months ago 💀 hope it was worth the insane wait

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[voidsylus]

happy sylusversary and first anniversary with sylus

despite being aware of the game before, what set the date for me is the countless of leaks plastered literally everywhere

for me specifically it was on tik tok months before his release date. i don’t know what it was at the moment but i knew i had to be there when he finally debuted

finally on july 16 (i was so busy on 15th) i downloaded and the rest became history

he is my first and only main, the one who makes me stay despite infold chaos yet through it all there is no one else i would rather love— no one else i would rather celebrate our first anniversary

to many more years to come, you’re the only dragon and person i want to be with for all eternity