#𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙚 .ᐟ.ᐟ⠀₍^. .^₎⟆ ♡

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NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !! cw. vaginal fingering. Sylus talks to ur pussy lol but it’s hot I swear. Afab/fem-coded reader bc this got self indulgent. Smug Sylus. More horny rambling + I didn’t know how to end this sorryyy

Sylus who coos at you while he finger fucks you. Who can’t keep the delight from his face when he sees how wet you get, just for him. How pliant and soft he makes you with his hands alone. How the sight of you whining on his bed and clenching around his fingers, knowing that he is the reason why you're flustered and wet, strokes his pride like nothing else.

“Oh, she missed me,” he croons, eyes trained on your slick folds as two of his thick fingers languidly pump in and out of your cunt. With each movement, there’s an embarrassingly loud, lewd sound that makes embarrassment choke at your throat and warm your face, and the way Sylus talks you through it just makes it worse.

“Hear that, sweetie?" The bastard all but purrs, the expression on his face hungry as he gazes down on you— like a dragon preparing to feast. "Your cute little pussy missed me.”

You groan— both from how he's fucking right and because his fingers brush up against that sensitive bundle of nerves, making your whole body tremble. “Shut— shut up,” you hiss, trying to be intimidating, but falling miserably flat when he drags a gasp out of you.

Sylus just laughs at your state. “No need to be embarrassed, my heart,” he murmurs, pressing a reverent kiss to your navel. He pushes in a third finger, and you raggedly whine his name at how your walls stretch to accommodate him. His fingers are so much bigger than yours— so much more satisfying, so much more filling. Large and long and calloused. Nothing else can compare, and he knows it. He prides himself in it.

Your cunt gets even wetter and Sylus grins against your skin, lips still peppering kisses over the skin there. His fingers move faster, pushing in and fucking you like he wants to see you come apart at the seams. “She just knows who makes her feel good— who treats her right. " You shiver when he licks a long, slow line up your stomach, feeling you twitch under the assault of his fingers and the reverence of his tongue. "This pussy knows who makes her cum, doesn’t she?”

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cw. size kink. unedited horny rambling. kind of possessive sex ( in the way that Sylus wants to be possessed by you lol ). afab reader but no prns used.

The weight of Sylus’ cock being so heavy that, when he pushes into you from behind, you gasp, whole body trembling from his size, from the stretch, that your arms give and you land on your front, moaning and whimpering and sniffling into the sheets as he continues to sink inch after devastating inch into you. So slow that the way he fills you up feels final— like there’s no one else in the whole universe who can fill you the way he can.

And Sylus, who gasps when you fall to your front, jaw clenching and fighting to not let his hands tighten too terribly on your hips ( gentle— he has to be gentle. He's so much bigger than you, his hand is so big when it rests on your skin ) but it’s a losing battle because this new angle has him sinking even deeper into you, somehow fitting each and every inch that he has to give into your tight wet cunt. The sounds that come from where he sinks into you are filthy. Wet. Obscene in every meaning of the word, especially when paired with your mewls and moans, but to Sylus it is a symphony that no music can ever hope to compare to.

And when he manages to finally hilt into you —each inch fitting, somehow, with his hips snug against yours and his weight braced against your hips and thighs and his heavy balls pressing against your pussy— a deep, ragged groan is pulled from his throat. His hand drifts to your lower belly, just a few inches under your belly button, not even sure what he’s looking for at first—

Not until he finds it. The bump that’s there, that makes you gasp and shiver and gush around him when he prods at it.

That’s him— that’s the proof that you had taken every inch he had to give. That he is undoubtedly yours.

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NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !! — Sylus. got insanely horny & needy earlier and typed this up in a haze. no editing just wanting him to kiss with his cum still dripping out of me ₊˚⊹♡

Sylus is the kind of man who peppers your face in kisses while his weight crushes you to the bed, your mixed cum still leaking where his softening cock plugs you up. He’s the kind of man who, boneless and pliant from how hard he came, is driven by only one urge now— to make sure you know how much he loves you.

You’re coming down from how intense and passionate Sylus gets during your lovemaking when he begins to leave kisses wherever he can reach. The press of his lips on your face are soft and fleeting like a flurry of butterflies, but each one carries his devotion— his adoration. With how tightly his chest is pressed against yours, you can feel how his heart races and skips when you giggle, jokingly trying to push his lips away from your face. You can even feel how his cock twitches when you smile at him.

“You’re so clingy,” you say, voice hoarse from the sounds he had dragged out from you. A hand gently caresses his cheek, your thumb pressing into the plush of his lips and stroking them fondly. And Sylus, in turn, sighs like your touch is pure bliss —eyes fluttering shut as he nuzzles into your hand— and presses a kiss to the base of your palm.

“Can you blame me?” Comes his low murmur, “Making love to you brings me euphoria that I can never hope to replicate.”

You just fondly shake your head, the apples of your cheeks warming from the soft, tender look he levels you with. When his eyes meet yours, there is nothing in there but a love so deep that you fear you could drown in it.

“I love you,” Sylus says a moment later, cheek still pressed against yours hand, humming softly when he feels you tiredly clench around him. He kisses your hand again.

And oh, the effect he has on your heart is illegal. Sylus is so tender and vulnerable in your palms —nothing like the feared fiend from ancient legend, nothing like the terrifying boss of Onychynus. Here, heris just a man, softened by love and kisses. Rough, calloused palms are now so painstakingly gentle when they trail up your body in reverence, caressing you like you are one of his most valuable treasures.

“I love you too,” is all you can bear to say, the words just the tip of the iceberg of how deeply you return his affections. And like he knows what you really mean, Sylus smiles against the cradle of your palm and pulls you into a tender, sweet kiss that blurs the rest of the world.

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NSFW !! 18+ ONLY

Cw afab reader & fem reader, self indulgent so reader is a cat girl w/ cat ears + tail, breeding, impregnation kink, size difference, married couple, giving him a baby for his birthday 👀

Happy birthday, Sylus ! ♡

Sylus, usually, is a man who prefers to make love over fucking. Who likes it slow, sensual— exploring your body with calloused hands and leaving worshipful kisses wherever his lips can reach. There isn't a single inch of your body that hasn't been loved by his kisses and his palms. And usually, Sylus is one who likes to savor each of your moans and the tight clench of your cunt around his cock with slow, languid thrusts before he gently pulls you over the edge with him.

But tonight seems to be an exception.

Each thrust is deep— deep enough to ache deliciously. The broad tip of his cock kisses your cervix without fail, punching the cutest little mewls from your throat, making you hug your pillow closer to your chest as your eyes roll in your head.

Sylus' big, broad hand is wrapped firmly yet carefully around your little kitty tail, using it to tug you back on his length whenever the overstimulation and constant pleasure has your fucked-out brain making you twitch forward, as if to escape his merciless onslaught of pleasure.

"Tell me what you said before, sweetie," comes his breathless, ragged murmur from above you, coaxing you to lift your teary eyes from the wet pillowcase, glancing over your shoulder at him. So pretty like this— eyes so full of love even when lost in the haze of pleasure.

Sylus groans at the sight beneath him, hilting inside you once more, and you squeak when he stays there, savoring in the warmth of being wrapped up by you.

His hand strokes your cheek gently, delighting in how you melt like putty in his palm. "There's my pretty kitty," he coos adoringly, his cock twitching. He can't hep it— you're just so damn cute. "Hm? What was it that you wanted to give me for my birthday, my love? Tell me again."

It's a struggle at first, with your tongue so heavy with pleasure and the twitch of his cock stretching you open, but you manage eventually— "A baby," you slur slightly, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand. "Want— I wanna make you a daddy, Sy."

Just like the first time you said it, the words hit him like a punch in the gut and his breath leaves him in a hoarse exhale. Somehow, his cock gets even harder.

The mere thought of it —of you round and glowing with his baby in your tummy— just about pulls the rug out from under him. The only thing in his mind is filling you up so thoroughly with his cum that it takes.

He tugs again on your cat tail, grinding his hips deeper ( you feel him in your throat ) and you gasp, whining his name.

"Who am I to refuse a gift from my lovely wife?" He murmurs, other hand stroking reverently up and down the length of your spine, just to make you shiver. He grins when he sees how the cat ears at the top of your head flatten against your hair, how you tremble at the tone in his voice.

Adorable. Beautiful.

When he slowly pulls his cock back, it’s shiny from your arousal— pretty and glittering under the lights, marked by you. A ring of your cream circles the base of his cock, and he can’t help but groan under his breath knowing that he did that to you.

Right before you can whine, begging him back inside, Sylus pushes his full length back in in a single thrust, savoring in the wet, filthy sound when your bodies collide. All you can do is mewl as his rough pace starts back up, the sound of flesh meeting flesh resounding in the room, accompanied by your sweet little whines of his name, and Sylus’ grunts of exertion.

“Like that?” he gasps raggedly from above you, the hand not tugging at your tail tangling in your hair, scratching at where the base of your kitty ears meet your scalp. The sensation has your tail going stiff in his grasp, and Sylus laughs under his breath, knowing what he does to you. His voice drops, into something like a purr. A promise. “I’ll cum deep in your belly, sweetie. Breed you nice and deep, alright? I’ll be the daddy, and you can be our baby’s mommy. Sound good?”

"P-please—"

And oh, the way that you clench around him at that— the way that you whine so high pitched and needy, begging him— it has his head spinning. Another brutal thrust forward and your knees give way from the weight of his body pressing down into you. Your tummy meets the soft sheets of your bed, and Sylus follows you down with his chest pressed against your shoulder blades, pinning you to it.

Even with his brain consumed by desire and his very soul heavy with pleasure, he's still conscious enough to not lay all his weight on you, giving you room to breathe and not crushing your tail under his weight. Still so considerate, still so in love, even as he takes you apart at the seams.

You mewl, clutching your pillow tighter to your chest, so fucked out of your mind and drunk on the stretch of his cock but still wanting his baby inside you, begging for it each time you clench down when he thrusts in. Begging for it in the way you chant his name, in the way you beg for him to give you his baby.

Sylus grits his teeth, willing himself not to cum right then and there— forces himself to have an ounce of self control. But fuck if you’re not making it easy for him.

“Deep,” you gasp, delirious from the pleasure but still such a good little kitty for him, even as tears gather on your lashes. “Want it d-deep Sy— please—”

“Alright.” With a grunt, he buries his face into your hair as he continues to pound into you, fucking you into the sheets of your bed. The scent of your shampoo fills his nose and his lungs and his head with nothing else but you. Both hands on your hips now, fingers digging into the softness of your waist so tightly and so desperately that you’re sure to be sporting his marks tomorrow. If you want it deep, then deep is what he’ll give you.

He groans, wicked and wild and in love, and his cock pushes into your tight cunt once more, his whole weight behind the thrust. As deep as he can go, buried to the very hilt, with his base rubbing against your pussy lips. Deep enough that you whine his name, cunt squeezing around him as your tail stiffens, then your whole body goes limp, orgasm washing over you and leaving you glowing.

Sylus groans, your name honey-sweet as it drips from his lips, finding his own orgasm when he feels your cum coat his cock, dripping down onto the stained sheets. He stays seated as deep as possible inside you, breeding you the way you had so wished, pumping his cum into your willing pussy.

With a coaxing noise, he draws you into a passionate, loving kiss over your shoulder as he continues to fill you, hips bucking as you squeeze him of every drop he has to offer.

You mewl sweetly into the kiss, your cute little tail twitching weakly in delight as he swallows each of your noises hungrily. The fullness in your belly only grows and sneakily, his hand slips down to feel over your lower tummy as if he could feel his cum filling you up,

“Again,” he gasps when your lips part, a thin strand of spit stretched between your lips. His hand scratches at your hair again, and he moans when you clench down. “Just to make sure it takes, hm? Is that alright?”

And you’re certain you’ll be sore tomorrow. Certain that your legs are gonna ache and that sitting is going to be hell. But at the same time, with Sy’s hard cock still stuffed inside and the prospect of making sure it takes still heavy on your mind, your decision or already made.

“Again,” you murmur in agreement, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Let me give you a baby, Sylus.”

And oh, who is he to say no to you?

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Spoiling Sylus one evening….. having him sit back on the sofa while you ride him slow and languid, letting him hear every wet, filthy noise that sounds when your bodies meet.

Letting Sylus have an uninterrupted view of your tits bouncing right in front of him, letting him bite and mark your chest up to his heart’s content.

Sylus who groans, head falling back to rest against the sofa as his eyes clench shut when you sit yourself all the way down on his lap and you grind. His hand shoots to your waist, holding tight but not guiding you just yet— he lets you have your fun while he grips you like his anchor. Long fingers dig into your skin with each clench of your tight cunt around him, and you’re sure you’ll be sporting bruises in the shape of his fingers the next day.

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NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !!

Cowboy Sylus on my twt TL ?? OUH 🤭🥴

Sylus staring at u from under the brim of his cowboy hat, eyes near glowing as he watches you. Him sipping from a glass of whiskey, tipping his hat when he catches your eye, his smirk an invitation to come closer. His voice being a low purr when you finally hear him speak to you— there’s just the slightest of an accent there. Just so slight, barely there, noticeable only when you listen to his words closely do you hear the slight drawl, the slight twang. It makes you want to listen to him speak for longer.

Or when you finally do get him in his bedroom, him on his back and his broad, tanned chest under your palms, his back on the sheets and you in his lap, stuffed full on his hefty cock, the stretch so intense that it has you whimpering while you get used to the weight of him stretching you out. His roughened hands are gentle yet firm on your hips, rubbing circles in the skin there with his thumbs, pressing kisses to your neck and shoulders in both praise and apology.

And when you finally do adjust— when you can finally rock your hips tentatively, making his chest vibrate with a moan, Sylus snags his cowboy hat from the bedside table. He plops it onto your head and it doesn’t fit at first, much too big for you that it covers your eyes and obscures your vision ( and oh, you look adorable ) and your hips stop, surprised. But then he bucks up into you, making you gasp, body tensing as you feel him deep, snug, and your hands shake where you hold the hat on your head, keeping it from getting into your eyes again. You whimper, and Sylus swears he sees stars.

“Well?” He goads, a smirk on his lips, even though his face is breathless. You’re tight— tighter snd warmer than you had any right to be.

He bucks his hips up again, teasing, and it draws a sinful whine from your lips that he hungers to hear again. “Didn’t someone say they were going to, ah, ‘save a horse, ride a cowboy’? Where’s all your confidence gone, sweetie?”

“Asshole,” you grumble, though the word is saturated with need. You swallow, adjusting your hold on the hat still perched on your head, one hand finding purchase on his chest, and tentatively, slowly, drag yourself up his cock. You go slow at first, trying to find a rhythm, and it’s hard when the girth of him is practically rendering you stupid each time you bounce carefully on his cock. With each downwards movement, his leaking tip presses against that one spot inside of you that makes you clench like a vice, making the both of you keen.

But you get it, eventually— soon, each bounce is more confident, the sticky, vulgar slap of your hips meeting resounding in the room, alongside Sylus’ moans and grunts and your gasps.

“Good,” he groans, when you press down so heavily into him that your whole body trembles. His hands are squeezing your hips, likely to leave bruises tomorrow, helping you lift and stuff yourself back on his cock each time. “Good job, baby, doing so well.”

Sylus’ voice is ragged and deep like sin, and it makes you shake— it doesn’t escape his cunning, all-seeing eyes.

“Taking me so deep,” he purrs, praise dripping like honey, and he delights when you clench around him. “You feel like a damn dream, sweetie.”

His skin shimmers with sweat, beading on his hairline and slicking his hair down onto his face— and when Sylus grins, he looks like he wants to devour you.

“So good at riding,” he coos. “You’re a natural, baby.”