i have lots and lots of interests, so expect completely random reblogs at any given time! as of right now, i mainly write for zayne from love and deepspace, but i'll occasionally write for other characters as well.
no DNI because i don't think they work, but please know i am lgbtq+ and disabled, as well as a big proponent of ship and let ship. proceed with caution.
please feel free to send in an ask anytime, i would love to hear from you ♡
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𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 [𝐭𝐚𝐠] : for things i've written, writing updates, etc
𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 [𝐭𝐚𝐠] : for things my friends have posted ♡
tyyy @mytwinsung for tagging me !! 🤍 (granted like a week ago...)
last song: sun has set - beabadoobee (I WON THE FREAKING TICKETMASTER)
currently watching: never ending summer, it's this c-drama that i keep seeing everywhere but i haven't watched it yet but i'm planning to soon :p
current obsession: photography 👀 i just love when my feed looks clean and aesthetic like it just makes me happy inside, sooo i've been experimenting with different digis
currently reading: re-reading the percy jackson series 😛 (I CANT WAIT FOR SEASON 3 AND FOR THE EPIC THE MUSICAL MOVIE)
currently working on: riki's part of lens unfocused... I'LL GET IT OUT SOON I SWEAR I'VE JUST BEEN SO BUSY 😭😭
currently wearing: a thin tank top and jorts because it's so FREAKING HOT. house slippers too ig
last google search: the weather... 💀 donno why i keep searching that when i KNOW theres a freaking heatwave everyday 💔💔
fav flower: magnolias ^^ they’re so big and pretty and they smell good and they look so delicate andand (or lilies for the same reasons lol)
✿ tagging: @noirellee @veorise @whiskimsy (im too shy to tag 10 people...)
last song : no more disco by yeonjun (SHE. TOLD. THE. DJ. NO. MORE. DISCO.)
currently watching : saiki k (occasionally), avatar: the last airbender, supergirl, zanjeerein (pakistani drama i love this so much it's on youtube everyone please watch it), and also i just started alnst so wish me luck
current obsession : the world cup (i'm actually so sad it's ending soon i've had so much fun watching it), no labels: part 02 (YEONJUN THE LOVE OF MY LIFE THE APPLE OF MY EYE BANGER AFTER BANGER AFTER BA-)
currently reading : lowkey nothing i'm chud as fuck LMAO but technically i'm catching up on all my ao3 updates and other fics in my tbr
currently working on : and if i said nothing... gulp... i'm actually planning out the next four years of my life so i can get into med school during the first application cycle 🥹
currently wearing : an oversized shirt that has bleach stains on it and sweatpants (my favorite comfort fit tho icl i love looking chud)
last google search : "gutom tagalog to english" ... in my defense someone commented gutom na ako on a moot's story and i didn't know what it means
favourite flowers : hydrangeas! (yes this is because txt has a song called hydrangea love) (fun fact my girlfriend asked me out with a paper hydrangea everyone say ridhu is the best)
npt!!: @qintten @calebsfavoriteusedthong @naomiarai @luvyizhou @komigyu @mazeinthemoon @theghostofgyu @kiminchae @urigyeoul @skyizhou + anyone who wants to join <3
I think it’s really funny you just found mad tsai bc i’ve been following him since he got popular in 2020. out of all his songs, killer queen is one of my personal favorites!
𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: King For A Day by Pierce the Veil funny enough because I was also imagining a sylus edit in my head
𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠: Attack on Titan with my brother! I’m not really a big anime person so he’s been the one trying to slowly introduce it to me. And then also JRWI because it will forever be my favorite d&d podcast.
𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧: my tamagotchi that i’ve made a few posts about recently.
𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: not anything at the moment but i’ve really been wanting to read 1984 and keep getting distracted by other things. 😅
𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧: my very long list of fanfic ideas and a very short documentary 20ish minute documentary about AI and it’s effects on education.
𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: a white t-shirt and black, white polka dot shorts, and a necklace I got from my best friend for our 8th grade graduation!
𝐥𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡: “the odyssey release date” because I’m going to watch it today. turns out, it’s releasing tomorrow but my friend managed to get tickets for an early screening! I am going into it completely blind, as I have never read the odyssey.
𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫: hydrangeas! I think it’s really cool how they change color depending on the ph of the soil. and they come in the colors of the bi flag :D 🩷💜💙
last song: summertime sadness (i didn’t even try to have a good day today)
currently watching: criminal minds season 6, the ogre’s bride anime
current obsession: i like watching videos of walking & driving tours to relax or before bed! like this one
currently reading: nothing atm. i have failed.
currently working on: allegedly self publishing my romance novel soon, trying to figure out formatting and actually publishing on amazon, trying to piece together disorganized fic ideas spread across 6 different docs, my mental health 💆🏾♀️
currently wearing: blouse and some pants which i really love and think are very cute but don’t know how to describe and brown adidas
last google search: jobs 💀
favorite flower: camellias, hydrangeas, bluebells, lily of the valley!
last song: hate that i made you love me - ariana grande
currently watching: also nothing lmao
current obsessions: recently i've been watching a lot of fnat lore videos. i don't know why, i've never played fnaf
currently reading: crown of blood: the deadly inheiritance of lady jane grey by nicola tallis AND thrice married to a salted fish 3 by bi ka bi (the duality of man)
currently working on: i'm trying to read 50 books this year, i finished #45 yesterday!!
currently wearing: comfy tee and athletic shorts
last google search: uhhh i was looking up how to spell a word i think?
favorite flower: lavender
tags (no pressure): @chaacoonnee @fand0mkatbrainrot @ir-the-cat @rafayels-bioluminescent-cumdump @beaconsxd @cosmicties
Zayne x fem!reader
Tags & CWs: DDlg, Soft Daddy Dom Zayne, sub MC, daddy kink, pussy inspection, 'little girl', creampie, using cum as lube
Zayne has become obsessed with inspecting your pussy.
Daddies have to inspect their little girls is his excuse.
"Daddy…" You whimper quietly.
He glances up at you from his position between your legs, seeing how you look away and bite the side of your finger in embarrassment. But Zayne knows you better; he knows the humiliation only makes his little girl's cunt wetter.
"A little wider, please." He asks firmly. "I need to be able to see you properly."
You whine in embarrassment but dutifully comply, spreading your legs further and feeling the lips of your cunt parting to expose yourself even more.
"Mm," he hums in appreciation. "Very good."
Hands grab your hips to tug you a little closer to the edge of the bed.
"You were a good girl and didn't touch yourself today, yes?" He asks you sternly.
"Mhm!" You look up at him and nod earnestly.
"Good," he says, hands running up and down the backs of your thighs. "Because Daddy will be able to tell if you're lying."
"I wouldn't lie..." You mutter with a pout.
"Oh really?" Zayne raises a knowing eyebrow at you and you shrink into yourself.
Fingers spread your pussy lips, pushing and pulling at them gently to force them apart.
"That's interesting," he continues, speaking casually while his thumbs pry your cunt open for him and he dutifully inspects your clenching little hole. "Because I was under the impression that these nightly inspections were precisely because you failed to follow the rules."
You huff in annoyance yet your walls clench in excitement.
"And," Zayne keeps lecturing you, peering at your pussy over the rims of his glasses. "Not only that, you then lied to me about breaking said rules." He digs his thumbs into your hole, pressing you open. "So now what does Daddy have to do?"
You turn your head to look away and refuse to answer him. Zayne can't help but smirk at your stubbornness.
"Daddy has to check his little girl every night to make sure she's been well-behaved." He mercifully answers for you.
Zayne watches in satisfaction as your cunt keeps squeezing around air, desperate to have something inside it, and knows your little telling off is getting you rather riled up. Perfect.
Zayne himself is already leaking precum into his boxers; it's the same every time. He finds there’s something addictive about it, about watching you grow wet for him right in front of his eyes. And he'd be lying if he said part of him didn't get off on the way you squirm and shy away from letting your Daddy stare so intently at your pretty little pussy.
His thumbs slip out from your cunt, the beginnings of your arousal now smeared across the ends of them. They move to rubbing up and down your puffy lips, pressing in ever so slightly on either side of your clit before coming back down to pull you open once more.
He repeats this several times - pussy gets spread wide, thumbs move up to squeeze your stiff little clit between them, and then back down to watch your cunt get wetter and wetter for him. It's a torturous ritual you have grown accustomed to and now endure on a regular basis. You can pretend to hate it all you like, but Zayne knows otherwise.
When he spies the first dribble of cum start to ooze from your hole he knows he can’t hold back any longer. He swiftly unbuckles his belt, tugs down the zipper, and pulls his cock out. It throbs in his hand, twitching every time he sees your cunt clench around nothing, producing more and more cum that slowly seeps out of you.
He pumps himself slowly but firmly, now using the thumb and forefinger of his left hand to keep you spread. It's not the easiest thing to do, especially since you're now a little slippery with your cum. Perhaps next time he'll have you hold yourself open for him so he can sit back and watch whilst leisurely stroking his cock.
He’s close, it never takes long to get himself there while inspecting you. Zayne stands up and pulls you so your ass is just hanging off the edge of the bed before pressing the tip of his cock inside you - just the tip, no more, no less.
"Stay still for Daddy." He says, voice strained while his thumb and forefinger stroke up and down his shaft.
You let out a quiet little sob as you desperately fight every urge to push yourself down further onto his cock.
Zayne comes with a quiet groan, feeling your hole clench down around him, and spills himself inside of you. He doesn’t push his cum in deep like he normally does, no, today he wants something different.
He slowly pulls himself out of you and watches in satisfaction as his cum pools at your entrance. He strokes a thumb ever so lightly over your clit. Just once. But that’s enough to get your little hole to twitch and push a dribble of cum out. Zayne watches it ooze and drip down to your ass.
He taps your clit, forcing your legs to twitch and your cunt to clench again, and he watches as more of his cum gets pushed out of you.
"You’ve been a very good girl today, haven’t you." He says, thumb running through his cum and spreading it all over your pussy. "Very patient while Daddy does his inspection."
"Mhm." You whine and nod up at him with glassy eyes. Oh you’re so gone already.
"Would my little girl like Daddy to make her come?" He coos.
"Yes please, Daddy." You ask ever so sweetly.
"That’s my girl." He praises gently. "Very polite."
He starts to rub your clit with his thumb, using his cum to help his movements glide effortlessly over you. Gentle circles massage your little nub, round and round, and more of his cum oozes out of you.
You're so worked up from Zayne's thorough inspection of you that it doesn't take long.
"Please may I come, Daddy?" You ask, hands fisting the sheets below you.
"You may." He says softly. "Well done for asking."
Your head tips back into the bed, legs pulling closer to your chest, and Zayne thinks you’re the most beautiful being he’s ever seen.
Your orgasm rolls over you gently. Tingles spread across your whole body, feeling pleasure all the way down to your toes.
"There we go." Zayne murmurs lovingly. "Such a good girl."
His words seem to extend your orgasm, body continuing to twitch in bliss while Zayne's thumb slowly comes to a halt. He glances down between your legs, watching in pride as more of his cum dribbles out of your pussy and down to the bed below you.
"Let's get you cleaned up and then we can watch your favourite show, how does that sound."
I know DDlg and age play are niche kinks, hence why I almost never see it written for LaDS, but they're ones that are close to my heart and I see a lot of that dynamic in ZayneMC, so I will continue to write it anyway! I appreciate everyone who likes/comments/reblogs them 💖
existing in the lads fandom is great rn because it's like. this people called people illiterate. this person is harassing people. this person called people unmedicated bitches. this person cussed people out. this person is sinophobic. this person is misogynist. this person is organizing a hate campaign. this person is trying to gaslight people. this person is spreading misinformation. this person is creating a scapegoat. this person is feeding cards to AI. this person is lying. that person is lying, too. this person is saying people should be banned from the game. this person is saying people deserve to die. this person is calling people delusional sluts. this person is calling people brain dead. this person is calling people subhuman. this person is making shit up. and all this shit over someone's opinion on a fictional character? better yourselves.
anyways my headcanon is that the imperial line is matrilineal but they have to keep it going SOMEHOW so general zayne starts breeding empress mc to get that heir
the male cast of love and deepspace not interacting with each other in-game because it might give the fujos ideas is hilarious to me.
that is not going to stop the fujos. a male character looking directly at the camera and saying "i am only attracted to women" will not stop the fujos.
fujos are a force of nature and a necessary part of the fannish ecosystem lol
i'm taking a little break from the lads fandom at large for a while until people calm down. unsure when the next restrained devotion chapter will be out, i'm sorry
tags: pseudo-incest, daddy kink/ddlg heavy, age gap, sexual content 18+ mdni,
wc: 4k
Dad Sylus makes every room feel a little bit smaller when he walks in.
He's unpredictable and doesn't say much. So mysterious, he moves through the estate like he haunts it.
Even when he's on a business trip, his absence follows you everywhere. And when he's home, your heart runs like it's trying to flee when you find him staring at you first. Like a challenge, as if he's quietly sizing up your potential.
Dad Sylus might look super strict and old-fashioned, but he doesn't seek to be the authority in your life. Less like a ruler, more like a castle. He doesn't reprimand your spoiled attitude and the way you tease him. Or for wearing tiny clothes, even when it raises eyebrows at the country club.
Bend over in his vicinity and he's perfectly fine with catching your lacy panties under a mini golf skirt. His idea of discipline is him reaching over and curling a finger under the seat of your panties. To pull and snap! the sticky fabric against your lips.
"Nice swing," He compliments, grinning truly sincere before going back to the game.
Owning a multi-billion dollar business is not easy, even a man like Dad Sylus gets so stressed. His favorite way to destress is to find you lazily sprawled out on your stomach in bed. Like always.
As you scroll through your phone, he settles behind you. Head resting on your butt, legs trapped under him so you can't crawl away.
"Hey! You're too heavy-!" You whine, trying to move your thighs but you're completely immobilized, "Get offff"
"In a moment, I have a meeting with troublesome men tonight. At this very hour, they plan to ruin us. It will fail but.." He sighs like an eye roll, and you freeze feeling a large warm hand feel up and down the curve of your ass, " You don't really mind if I lay here, right kitten? You make a very good pillow."
So many pet names, whenever Dad Sylus wants your attention and crude affection, which is all the time.
Kitten. Sweetie. Baby. Princess. His voice lures you into his touch every time. Like the way you'd pet a cat, he's careful but so eager.
You relent with a scowl, "Fine..but no snoring."
“Good girl. Now stop moving, pillows don’t squirm.”
You can't believe how scattered you get every time he opens his mouth. Body brimming with heat and you trying to fight the urge to relieve it.
You swear Dad Sylus lives in the walls or something. Always buying you things the minute it comes out of your mouth, regardless if he's around or not. Millions of dollars worth of jewelry left on your bed. New clothes in your closets. His spending habits used to confuse you, but you can interpret the gifts as his way of being nice. So you happily accept each one.
And it doesn't matter what you want or need, Dad Sylus will get it for you with no shame. The charger to your vibrator breaks and the next day you find a mini sex store inside your bedside drawer. A variety of toys with different colors and curves for your pleasure. You wonder if this is something your dad should be giving to you, especially the dildo.
You despise it, the way it looks and feels so realistic in your hands. You're too embarrassed to give it back and fussy that he gave it to you, but you're curious enough one night to give it a try.
And damn your curiosity. It takes one time of slowly easing yourself down on it's thick silicon shaft wet with lube (that he also bought), chewing on your lip as you're touched in places you've never felt before. One time becomes multiple over the course of weeks, months. Your latest gift from Dad Sylus being the only thing that can make you cum the way you want. You're completely addicted to the stretch that leaves you breathless-vibrator be damned.
Dad Sylus has strange habits but that's just the way he is. Like picking out your outfits for a day trip or personally making your meals (despite having chefs on-call). He leaves the door ajar when he showers so you can hear him sing a classic. Pays no mind to your prying eyes and he lets you enter if you need something, even though there are plenty other bathrooms.
It becomes a normal occurrence for you to crawl into his bed when you can't sleep. You forget Dad Sylus ritually sleeps naked, but by the time you're drowning in sheets laced with his scent, it's way too late and you don’t care. You're out like a light to the sounds of his sleepy moans, to your name timid under his breath.
He cuddles you when you roll towards his side of the bed. As if his cock wouldn't be brushing against your thighs all night. Sometimes you join him nude and Dad Sylus complains about how cold you are. He mothers you in his muscles when you try to inch away. Hums a lullaby in his low gravel voice as a way to appease you.
He can't tell if you know what you're doing, but Dad Sylus doesn't mind. He's willing to satiate any desire you might have, except the one that has you mewling his name at night. He's so mean about it but fair enough, considering how highly inappropriate that would be.
So when you "accidentally" brush a hand against his belt and let it linger, he takes your wrist and gives it a kiss. When you try to go for an actual kiss, he distracts you with something shiny and it always works.
Even perched on his lap entertained by the TV, he holds your waist steady in his big hands. He admires your hips and stops the subtle grind of your lower half hoping to provoke him.
Being denied over and over again, no matter what, is infuriating. Especially when you can get anything else you want. But the rejection only makes you bolder, much to his enjoyment.
The idea of giving up doesn't exist in your head. You're entitled and persistent just like the spoiled brat you are, but it's his fault isn't it? He encourages it, Dad Sylus admires the depth of your lust for him and for life. How it grows day by day, never satisfied. You have his avarice, maybe even more than that. And by god is he proud of it.
You're shy to say what's on your mind though, even when it's all over your face. But you're a sly one, crawling to kneel between his legs as you corner him. A mere kitten eyeing him down like a beast.
It's a sight he'll never forget, the curve of your nose and warmth from your blush-stained cheek nuzzling against his growing print. Like an animal that wants food. Absolute perfection.
"I was wondering where you ran off to" He says, looking away from his book. More attentive to how pleased you seem. Like you've won something.
Dad Sylus is a lover of learning. Of teaching you a thing or two. He can't let you get what you want that easily, what kind of lesson would that be?
So he holds your head back with one hand. Gently guides your tongue away from his firming erection and back into your pouty little mouth. Letting you suck on width of his thumb instead.
"Am I on the menu tonight?" He questions, tenderly amused as your mouth hollows. He rubs the wet fleshy inside of your cheek and plays with the flick of your tongue "You already ate your dinner, but you look so hungry.."
"Maybe it wasn’t enough.." You retort, eyes narrowed with his finger still in your mouth, and you lick around it with baited persuasion,
You're joking, obviously, but he looks serious when he says, “That appetite of yours is quite impressive.”
It takes patience, and Dad Sylus considers himself a very patient man. He has to be in order to be so, but you make him reconsider everything.
You exist inside a place intensely buried in his soul that's foreign to him, and it desperately wants to be freed. Surprises come rare to a man that's seen everything. He ponders contemplative but his wicked grin already knows the answer, "Tell me what you're in the mood for kitten. I'm feeling generous tonight."
To Dad Sylus, all the years of stalking you from a distance is worth it when he decides to indulge you. Getting to see your sweet beautiful eyes grow big like saucers. Mouth drooling, thighs squeezing together when he slowly unbuckles his belt in his favorite red arm chair.
Night sky. Roaring rain. Handsome fire behind you.
The flames make the crimson in his eyes alluringly haunting as Dad Sylus pulls out the long heavy cock you've been teasing. Same one you've been creaming around all this time much to your surprise. The only difference is this one is real and leaks against his fist. It's raw and it smells like him. Like a real man.
"Looks familiar doesn't it?" He teases, " But you already knew that. Don't look so surprised."
He strokes himself, up and down in front of your face. A drip of precum falls on your nose and you don't even wipe it. You're only meant to look, hands tucked under your plush calves kneeling before him. No touching.
"Why did you give me that toy daddy?" You ask him, feigning innocence,
You watch the way his head slant to the side mischievously, "I wanted to know what you'd do with it." He goes, without an inch of shame, "I'm glad it was well received."
Your face heats up with the idea of him listening through the cracked door to your bedroom. Him seeing you keep it close to your bed. There's a sense of regret you feel for being so shameless, but he reaches over to caress your face,
"You sound so beautiful pleasuring yourself like that. And when you feel good, I do too ."
"Then.." You offer with a subtle leer, "I should show my gratitude right? For the gift?"
"Sure," A ringed finger curls to draws you in closer, where you can lay your head on his meaty thigh, "But nothing more and nothing less kitten."
He chuckles at your huff and taps his swollen cock head against your pout playfully. Mixes precum with your lip gloss that you immediately lick. It's sweet, just like the soft moan that leaves his throat when you kiss his cock the way you kiss his cheek before breakfast. Lips soft and innocently pressed on his tip. Slow pecks against his shaft but you can't stop your tongue peeking out for another taste.
"Tease.." He sighs pleasantly, cock smearing over your bottom lip,
"You don't like it?" You ask, tasting him on your lips
"Does it seem that way?" He muses, eyes glancing to his cock then to your mouth, "Do it again. Give daddy one of your kisses."
It's sloppy, your mouth covering him in your slipping drool. Wiping every bead of precum that drips from the head with the curl and flick of your tongue.
"Keep going.." He gently urges, a hand smoothing over your hair, "Show me how grateful you are."
The taste of Dad Sylus takes root in your brain, growing an arousal that dampens your panties to ruin. You can't stop yourself from wrapping your lips around the head, feeling it pulse against your tongue as you suck.
"Mm..kitten you're letting greed consume you" He lightly scolds,
But he doesn't make any move to pull out. Rather, he urges deep deep past your lips, eases your jaw to widen like your eyes. Avoiding your teeth as he's snug heavy in your throat. You squeal and gag, trying to pull away on full instinct.
"Don't run..you asked for this," He's quick, puts a hand on the back of your head keeping you still as he slots back in, "You can do it. Just relax and breathe."
Dad Sylus lovingly fucks the path down your throat, feeling how you melt. Your tongue obedient and caresses his length as he strokes himself with it. You feel him and all the dilated blood vessels firm with the wetness of your throat.
"You're a fast learner. No surprise there." He breathes your praises, cock twitching along the gentle suction of your doughy cheeks, "You feel full kitten?"
Air passes through your nose, but your head feels light and fuzzy as you moan weakly nodding your head. You're soaked to tears with your heart racing, inner thighs and your pussy all drenched, like the beads of sweat running down back.
Dad Sylus can almost taste you in his mouth. Your scent, sweeter than ever, makes his cock leak like it's crying down your throat.
For the first time in his life, his patience runs empty. Whether its appropriate or not, whether it's right or wrong, that was never a question. Dad Sylus sets you on the priceless rug in front of the fire. Gifts you the unforgettable sight of him puling off his reading glasses, and undoing his tie with the rest of his clothes.
You pull him impatiently to your lips, arms wrapping hungrily around his neck. A very indulgent kiss that has his lower half grinding needily between your legs, against the wetness that overtakes your panties.
"Ha..what a messy kitten…" He whispers with a mocking tune, fingers rubbing your slit, “I didn’t know you were this sensitive.”
A chair pillow placed under your head as Dad Sylus peels the clothes off your body, mouth immediately on the skin that's exposed to him just like the firelight. Sucking the hardening peaks of your tits, the rise and fall of your stomach when your shirt goes. Leaving bite marks at your hips to kiss down your pubic bone, down to your pussy when your bottoms are pulled below your knees.
"Are you sure is this what you want?" A friendly last warning he offers, before you relationship descends into great darkness, "I won't stop once you get me going. Even if you tell me to."
He's grinning when his hushed words make you squirm like you're trying to hide from him.
"Good," You say with a puff of indignant air, back arching as he nips your inner thigh, "You're not allowed to leave me for the rest of the night. Tomorrow night too. And! The night after that."
"Cute.." He whispers fondly, like your words revive something in him, "You don’t actually hate me do you?"
"…Isn't it obvious?"
An undeniable yes, and Dad Sylus wastes no time with it. The fire behind you can't compare to his gaze bearing into yours. His mouth moves like he's wretched to consume every inch of you swallowed like time is endless.
Your body's been brimming with excitement since you cornered him. You're so sensitive the sound of his lips covered in your arousal, making out slowly with your clit is too much. When he slowly feeds you two thick fingers, your back arches off the carpet in bliss.
"D-ah-daddy.."
"I know kitten" He coos, "Such a tight little thing even though you love fucking that fake cock."
Even so, his fingers and his mouth wreck you in perfect tandem. You're a sweaty, shaking mess like your body is short circuiting, "Feels-s-good-" You croon, "More..please "
The once quiet study is filled with your loud cries as Dad Sylus devours you with no mercy. Even when you thread your fingers through his hair and pull, he groans blissful and pulls against your grip. Stuffs his face while feeding your pussy his fingers, double the size of your own. Rubbing the places you're fragile at so affectionately. He doesn't stop until you're squirting warm into his mouth with nonsense blubbering from your lips.
He's dreamt about this moment for years. He's always been jealous of his own gift to you, and he makes a mental note to get rid of it.
You don't need it anymore, a meager toy would never make you so audacious to get on top. To keep him down as you line his cock between your thighs at your core.
Even with how much confidence you exude, Dad Sylus and his loving hands escape your restraints to smooth out the nervous shivers down your spine.
"Scared?" He asks delicately, kissing behind your ear before whispering, "Don’t rush it.”
The head of his cock pushing in almost melts away inside the second you impale yourself.
"..Good girl" He groans with a faint growl, "Nice and slow.."
The head is enough to have you whimpering, his fake replica never felt this thick " 's so big daddy.." you softly mewl
"Of course it's big I’m your father kitten" He drips back into your ear, while holding your chin with gentle fingers, knowing damn well it's not nearly enough, "I’ll always be too big for you."
You glare at him mocking you and hug his neck, face dug into the crook where his cologne smells the strongest. Dad Sylus holds you like that in his arms. Like your trying to crawl beneath his skin. You shake your head, biting his neck when you sink down a little past the tip, where he gets all thick and veiny.
"Sit on your throne princess" He whispers like a bite to your earlobe, from you squeezing like his cock like he owes you something, dragging up and down shallowly, "That's it..let me in."
You're tempted to go all the way down to settle on his lap, but you want to mess with him. A little. As payback. So you pause.
"Hm..?" a lazy hum rumbles from his throat,
"I can't.." You whisper almost like your out of focus, " Too much-"
Which is so far from the truth, but he takes the bait. For a moment.
"That's alright" He promises with a sarcastic smirk, seeing right through you, "I had a feeling you couldn’t handle it. I’ll just give you the tip, how about that?"
"That's n-not what I meant-"
You try to sink even lower but his grip stops you immediately.
"But you just said it’s too much for you," His words condescending , "And I would never dream of hurting my one and only. No matter how much I want to stretch her little pussy out."
You moan almost impatiently, writhing against massive chest. You hear him chuckle, nipping and kissing at your neck.
"But my thighs are sore.." You snivel, another lie
In response to that, Dad Sylus changes positions. Puts you on your back with him hanging above you, with enough force you can't fight back.
"Better now?" He asks, holding you to his liking before pushing back inside. Barely. His hips give shallow strokes while beaming at the sight of your pouty face, "You're so cute whining like that."
The smugness of his smile makes you quick to get your legs around him with a frown. Just as he taught you in the gym, your thighs give an overwhelming squeeze. Ankles crossed behind his back before he can stop you.
“A-ah..”It buries him immediately, "Christ.." He hisses, "So you were messing with me huh?"
He can't stop it, the way he slides deep with so much ease a pleasurable shudder travels from him into you.
" It's not a good to lie to me baby" He groans, lips flashing a salacious smile. His hips immediately start to reel and push, breaking out of your hold but you don't even care. Thighs wide to accommodate him, "Be good and..take your punishment."
Dad Sylus fucks like you imagined he would. He might be kind to you, he might treat you like a spoiled princess but the strength of his body is barbaric. He grabs your hands trying to touch him and binds them together above your head. So easily done, it knocks the air out of your lungs.
"Daddy s-slow-" You half-beg as he ruts into your sloppy cunt. His quiet office overwhelmed with the lecherous sound of skin smacking, of his growls like your were made to mate with him.
"I gave you slow and you didn't want that." He says, breath fanning your face like an aggressive beast, "I rather give it to you like this kitten-I might as well, you've been grabbing at it for awhile."
Dad Sylus knows that his ruthlessness is what you've been hoping for all this time. You start tearing up, whimpering for him, but he doesn't listen. The hot squeeze of your cunt and the pull of your glassy eyes bring him unfathomable pleasure and it loosens his composure.
He's flipping you over on your knees fucking you full in front of the flames. Your entire body bakes in the heat, dripping in his arms like nectar. He's groping at your chest, selfishly all over your smaller body. Hips digging where he wants to barely thrusting. His cock fits so much better than the toy, knocking on the spots entangled in your stomach that make you quake in his grip. Your twitching cunt flooding him with drooling spasms.
"You take me in so well..so soft and wet.." He whispers against your skin, a hand feeling up where his swollen cock pokes dull through the supple flesh of your stomach, "I'm so proud baby"
“Daddy..” You’re blabbering, his praises always mess you up, “l-love your cock-“ You head tilts back to look up at him, "Love you-smuch daddy-"
Dad Sylus never thought you'd utter those words to him. It lodges his heart like a bullet and travels. Goes to his cock that throbs as you
You feel a hand hold the column of your neck, keeping your gaze on the way his eyes glimmer.
"About time you said it" He says warmly, "You already know I adore you. You belong to me-body and soul-"
“Mhmmhm” You do your best to nod through every mind shattering nudge towards your cervix.
Dad Sylus truly believes you are the same as him. It's why you can pleasure each other so intensely. His fingers squeezing the sides of your throat, teasing the hood of your clit below. Making your eyes flutter back. You clamping down on his length like a vice, milking him as you're about ready to burst around him.
Therefore there's nothing wrong with flooding your womb with his seed, dragging you back into his bullying hips. You own half of him and he possesses half of you. In his eyes, you and him are the same so it only makes sense to leave your sore pussy satisfied and bred. Glistening white slowly oozing to drip onto the carpet as your hole twitches from the after shocks. He pushes it all back in to watch it leak out again.
No one’s aftercare is as good as his. Dad Sylus is a natural. A hot shower then loose clothes and bed. Entangled with him as he kisses the soreness away.
Dad Sylus isn’t willing to share. What kind of man gives away his most prized possession? The idea of it is repulsive. Even when rumors start floating around and suspicions linger, nothing matters but making his girl happy.
Even if that means explaining to the situation to your mother.
the male cast of love and deepspace not interacting with each other in-game because it might give the fujos ideas is hilarious to me.
that is not going to stop the fujos. a male character looking directly at the camera and saying "i am only attracted to women" will not stop the fujos.
fujos are a force of nature and a necessary part of the fannish ecosystem lol
Zayne gives the most intense orgasms simply because he’s not afraid to get messy- he will literally dig into your hole till he finds the spot he knows houses the bundle of nerves he wants to stimulate for an orgasm that almost knocks you out. And then he’ll brutalise that spot;
The moment he has you spread open- thighs pushed wide, knees nearly to your chest- he sinks two fingers deep in one smooth thrust, searching with the calm focus of a man who has memorized every map of your body. The wet, obscene sound of him working into you is immediate and absolutely lewd. He curls, presses, drags the pads of his fingers along your walls until he finds it: that swollen, spongy spot that makes your spine snap tight and a broken moan rip from your throat.
“There,” he murmurs, voice low and steady, almost clinical. “That’s the one.”
Then he latches on to it.
No amount of begging or scratching will make him relent as he stimulates you incessantly- not the sloppy, cruel fingering popularised by cheap pornography, but in firm, methodical and purposeful movements that bring about the pleasure that drowns the pain of overstimulation, never once loosing their surgical precision even as desire mounts.
He anchors his other hand on your lower belly, pressing down to hold your squirming hips in place while he strokes that bundle of nerves with slow, deliberate drags. Each press-and-rub is firm enough that pleasure borders on pain, slow enough that you feel every ridge of his rough fingertips, the rough texture of his surgeon's callouses. The pressure builds like a storm gathering behind your eyes. Your walls flutter and clamp around him, but he doesn’t slow. He simply adjusts the angle and keeps going, relentless.
You buck. You claw at his wrist, nails digging crescents into his skin. “Zayne-fuck!!... too much, I can’t-”
“You can.” His voice is calm, almost gentle, even as his fingers piston against that spot with an almost sadistic flair. “Breathe through it. Let it take you.”
The overstimulation burns, white-hot and overwhelming, but beneath it the pleasure is molten. It drowns everything. Your thighs shake violently. Slick gushes around his knuckles, dripping down to soak the sheets, coating his palm, running down his forearm in shiny trails.
He doesn’t care.
He never flinches from the mess. If anything, the wetter and filthier you get, the darker his eyes become, mouth open as he wonders just how can you drip so much just from his fingers.
A third finger joins the first two. The stretch is sudden and perfect. He curls all three against that spot in tight, rhythmic presses- almost like he’s milking it- and your vision whites out.
The orgasm crashes into you so hard your back arches clean off the bed, a silent scream caught in your throat. Your walls spasm violently around his fingers, but Zayne doesn’t stop. He keeps stroking, firm and steady, dragging every last pulse out of you until you’re sobbing, shaking, gushing helplessly on his hand.
Only when your voice cracks into a wrecked whimper does he finally ease off- just enough to let you breathe, never fully pulling out. His fingers stay buried deep, gently petting your fluttering walls while you twitch and leak on him.
He leans down, lips brushing your ear to plant a fluttering kiss that seems more mocking than soothing, voice rough with restrained lust.
“So good for me...see? I told you you'd like it." he says before straightening up. "But that was only the first one. I’m nowhere near done finding out how many times I can make you break tonight.”
He smiles, and you shudder, your legs falling open helplessly even though you have no energy left.
