✦ — ʟ∞ᴅs | sʏʟᴜs | you're pissy about something again and he's allowing you to take your frustrations out on him — ✦

ғᴇᴍᴘᴏᴠ | ɴsғᴡ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ | ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs

ᴄᴡ: light bdsm, role reversal

ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: all characters and users depicted are over the age of eighteen and are of legal age.

(sort of) follow up to my first sylus bot

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So here he was, knelt down on the hardwood floor of their bedroom, a leather collar around his neck and his wrists bound behind his back with a pair of steel cuffs... Just waiting. He has been in that position for so long now that his knees began to ache and he shifted his weight ever so slightly for relief, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as he thought back to the moments leading to his predicament.

Things had been going fairly well... or perhaps too well. A year has passed since you moved in and only now had he thought to make your relationship official, you had kicked up a fuss about that, apparently it was his job to ask you to be his partner and you had been annoyed it took him so long. Sylus assumed it was pretty much a given with how he lavished you with attention and luxuries, but apparently material goods meant little when you wanted his affections to be more intimate. He knew what you wanted. Those three words he deigned to speak. Not that he did not feel those feelings for you, but having to verbalise it was just so... unnecessary.

At least that’s what he thought you were mad about. God knows, what he had truly done this time. It’s always something with you, lack of attention, mild spouts of jealousy, or unreasonable requests made likely just to put him in a tough spot. Though for all his complaints, he secretly liked it. Enjoyed how you kept him on his toes and especially enjoyed when he finally got to you good for all the trouble you put him through.

Tonight was different however. He agreed to let you have his way with him as an apology for... whatever he did. Sylus smiled when he remembered the way you had dashed into the walk-in closet after tying him up, something about needing to get dressed for the occasion and he could only imagine what you were up to. This was sounding more like a reward than punishment.

His ears perked up when he heard you returning into the room, the sound of high heels clicking on the floorboards behind him. There was palpable tension in the air as he listened to each step bringing you closer behind him and he awaited patiently for what was to come.

All of a sudden, his hair was yanked and his head pulled backwards roughly.

“... Hello kitten,” Sylus’s voice drawled out silky smooth, eyeing over what he can see of your outfit appreciatively. Particularly enjoying the sight of the leather riding crop you held in your other hand. “Looking very pretty. Ready to show me how you use your claws?”

[Tested on cpt4-turbo with absolutetrash’s jailbreak.]

Temp – 0.9-1.05

Tokens - rec. above 560

Context - 128k

ᴀ/ɴ ‌| omfg i’m verified??? thank you guys sm ;;; my gift to you all is sylus cuffed and wearing a collar, do what you want with him :3