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Eirlys. 25. Black and Indigenous Visayan. She/her, they/theirs. Fictoqueer. Zayne's freaky water girl. Need Zayne’s dick in my throat. Mostly writes NSFW. Daydreaming about Zayne in my frutiger aero world. 🎧ྀི♪⋆.✮

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[fromeirlys]

First kiss with dilf!zayne would heal me.

Something about him teaching me how to kiss, too. 😭

[fromeirlys]

Zayne has a BAC— Big Asian Cock. He would fuck so good, i feel like mc would pass out from how deep he can go. He’s just pushing into her cervix over and over until he cums and fills her womb up, but his load is huge so it spills out onto the bed or his desk or the seats of his car.

I love that man, fuck.

[fromeirlys]

Dilf!sylus using his evol to find out about reader’s fading fantasies about him, and she’s horrified that he saw that so she runs away and he feels hurt, but gives her space. // not proofread, age gap (reader’s 25), breeding kink, lightly implied yandere!Sylus (at the end), creampies, oral (m! & f! receiving)

She’s in her laboratory, doing paperwork and analyzing blood samples when he comes in and puts the room on lockdown so she can’t leave and no one can bother them.

“Get out.” She says, not looking at him and turns the knob on the microscope.

“You ran out before I could say anything,” he takes slow, careful steps towards her while speaking.

She doesn’t respond and pulls away, sliding behind her in the rolling chair to the table to grab another sample. Sylus reaches her, and rests his hands on the edge, leaning closer to her.

“You’re scared.” He softly says, eyeing her closely.

She takes the slide out from under the lens, and replaces it with the other slide.

“… you shouldn’t have seen that.” She replies coldly under her breath.

He looks down at the table, seeing a few slides of samples, ones she likely got from the wanderers.

“But, I did… bottling things up isn’t good, you know?” He walks over to her, and stands behind her, just watching.

She continues ignoring him until his hands barely touches her shoulder, and she stands up to face him, ready to fight him almost.

“There she is.” He whispers, his lips slowly curving into a smirk.

Her eyes blink twice then look away, and her head tilts down. She doesn’t say anything, but he can already tell what she’s thinking.

“You’re disappointed with yourself. Disgusted, even. You think you’re a creep and a loser for imagining those things. Am I wrong?” His words, despite being the truth, poke at her heart with the sharpest knife.

She feels like crying, but she holds it in— holds it back.

“You’re not…” her words are almost silent, but he hears them.

His hands lift, hesitant to touch her, but pushes the thought aside, and gently cups her face. She can’t look at him, and yet her face is parallel to his.

“Look at me.” A soft, but firm demand.

She can’t. She refuses. Her jaw clenches as the restraint holding her tears back, slowly rips.

“Sweetie,” is all he says before that urge crashes through, and she expresses vulnerability.

He pulls her against him, and hugs her tightly. Not suffocating, but comforting. A little too comforting. Her fists clench against his chest, fighting to push him away or hug him. Her body thumps every now and then as she cries against him.

“You’re okay. There’s no need to cry or be upset,” he whispers in her hair, but it’s not enough.

She’s thought of touching him, seeing him naked, him kissing and sucking her neck. Just doing all kinds of things to her, and her to him.

She hates herself for it.

His large hands rub her back softly and soothingly, while pressing his lips onto the top of her head. He thinks about lowering his hand to her lower back— to her ass— but he keeps them on her mid back for her comfort. They stay there for what feels like forever, to her, but it’s only been 20 minutes.

He slowly pulls away, and she lets him. His hands reach her face again and cup her cheeks, gently lifting her head to look up at him again.

“How are you feeling?” he whispers.

She doesn’t answer right away, and just states at his abdomen.

“… fine, I guess…”

His right thumb rubs her high cheekbone, and her left eye closes on instinct.

“You’re so beautiful, so smart. You’ve overthought me being upset or disgusted with you...” His hands pull away, just for his knuckles to caress her cheek.

She leans into his touch, but stills when she realizes what she’s doing, and pretends to be normal.

“How could I be mad at my little angel?” His gentle tone and words make her eyes widen.

“You’re so stressed… all this work, catching wanderers, analyzing their DNA, trying to find the one your boss needs… it’s all taking a toll on you, isn’t it?”

Her heart rages in excitement, but her mind is conflicted on the fact he’s so close. On how he’s talking to her, holding her, behaving toward her. She blinks, and looks up at him.

“… yeah…”

“You just need a break… need something to calm your nerves, and reassurance, right?”

She unintentionally pouts, and he thinks she’s the cutest thing ever.

“Y-yes.”

He hums, moving his hands down to hers and holding her knuckles. “Let me help you… it’s the least I can do for scaring you like that.”

Even if it wasn’t entirely his fault, you got hurt emotionally and psychologically, and he would never forgive himself if this scarred you for life.

“Help me…?” She looks at him, confused.

“Mhm… do you trust me?” She looks at his clavicle then back up at his eyes.

“Yes.”

He smiles for once, and kisses her knuckles.

“You’ll do whatever I say, to help you feel better, right?” He tries to keep calm, as the thoughts of doing inappropriate things to her come to the front of his mind.

She hesitates, looking down at her captured fingers.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m not going to hurt you or be mad at you, sweetie.” He whispers once more, kissing each of her fingertips.

Her subconscious is telling her to run, to forget this ever happened. But, damn her heart for wanting him.

“Y-yes… okay.”

~

Sylus’s hand rests on the table while the other clenches against her head. His zipper was down, dick was out through the opening, and fully in her mouth. He lets out a strained exhale as he watches her suffocate herself with his length.

“Easy, dove… it’s not going anywhere any time soon…” he quietly teases, caressing her hair as she sucks him off.

Her hands rests against his covered thighs, aching to creep down into her panties and finger herself.

“I can almost smell your arousal from up here, kitten. I didn’t think you would get so excited from just sucking m-my dick.” His right eye glows brightly, and she looks up at him.

The sight of his thick, girthy length inside of her mouth, nearly sends him off the edge. His hands grip both sides of her head, and pump his shalf with her mouth.

“Mmm I’m so close, angel. Keep moving your tongue like that, and I’ll cum down your throat like you’ve been begging for.” His breath shakes, letting out short, quick breaths.

Her eyes glaze over as she wraps her arms around his hips, letting him fuck her throat.

“Shit, I’m coming! Take it all, okay?” His head press her face against his pelvis as he shoots ropes of white, hot seed into her mouth.

She swallows every one, staring up at him with tired, but loving eyes. Her heart leaps in joy when he groans and alternates her head up and down his dick.

“Mmm… good girl…” he looks down at her, faintly hearing her swallowing. “Drink it all, honey.”

Some drops of cum seep out her mouth, and drip onto her chest, but she’s too cockdrunk to care about the mess. He watches as she slowly pulls her mouth off of him, and licks her lips. She stares at him for a moment while his dick is laid across her face, then closes her eyes. His hand petting her head gently, gives her a sense of relief and comfort, and she grasps his thickness once more to kiss it.

He shivers just a bit, and lays his hand on top of hers. “Come here.”

He helps her stand, and sees a drop of cum on her chin. He wipes it off with his thumb, then presses the digit on her bottom lip, and she opens her mouth just enough for him to put it in. She stares up at him as her tongue scoops up the savory drop.

“You’re my good girl now. No one but me can see you like this— feel you like this. Do you understand?” He softly speaks, with a hint of authority.

“Yes, sir…” she whispers, and closes her eyes.

The rest of the evening was spent with him between her legs, taking his time as he ate her out and endulged in overstimulating her so she’d squirt on his face and in his mouth. She became a moaning and crying mess after he put her in a mating press on her examination table, begging him to breed her and to never stop.

He hugged her tightly every time he came, then moved his hips again, not being okay with just 3 loads inside her. She cries out to him, claws his bare back, babbles about whatever the fuck, and he still finds it adorable. He kisses her lips as he releases another load, and looks into her eyes. She appears and feels fucked out, but who wouldn’t when their crush has his his tip pushing into their cervix with every thrust?

He whispers sweet and naughty things in her ear, then tells her how much she means to him, how much he adores her, and says that he’s loved her longer than they’ve been around each other. 💞

[fromeirlys]

Giving Zayne a titjob 🤤 - 19+, MDNI

“I’m home,” echoed through the quiet living area.

He sighed when he saw that the space was empty, and took his shoes off, setting them on the rack. He hangs his coat up then goes over to your shared bedroom, opening the door to see you laying there watching a video on your phone.

“Welcome home,” you mumble, scrolling to the next video.

He quietly closes the door, and walks over to you, seeing you fix your position to sit up.

“Long day?” You ask softly.

He nods and leans down, wrapping his arms around your waist and planting his face in your cleavage. You smile, and stroke his hair, feeling a tingling sensation near your pelvis when he lays a kiss on both of your mounds.

“I missed you… all day.”

You hum, and let him take what he needs, what he’s been craving. “I missed you too, Z.”

His hands roam over your body, then slide up your back, going under your bust and squeezing them slowly, but firmly. You let out a quiet moan and let your head tilt back, giving him room to attack your neck and throat. Your hands slide up his arms, and grasp his biceps, watching him kiss all over your breasts.

“I need you… please,” you loved when he begged, and looking at his flustered face, you just had to give in.

You push the straps of your nightgown down, and let him pull the fabric down to your hips. Your nipples erect from a sudden cool breeze, and his thumbs rub them. Your legs instinctively close shut, while your hands press down onto the blanket behind you. He takes your right nipple in his mouth, and almost instantly feels his dick harden. The sensitive pebble gets flicked and teased by his tongue before his mouth close around it.

“Zayne…~”

He hums, and takes as much of your flesh into his mouth as he can, using his left hand to grip the base of your lump. Your body tries to lay back, but his hand comes around and presses against your back, keeping you upright.

“I-I want you to feel good too, Zaynie…” you quietly whine, and push him off.

He looks down at you, and gods, you look so good from this angle.

Your fingers mess with his belt buckle then the button of his pants, and push them down to his knees.

“Y-you don’t want to wait until I- ah,” his fists clench as he watches you stroke his shaft.

You intensely eye the red round tip, leaking with precum, and lick the drop up, catching a hiss from above you. You waste no time in latching your lips around it, and pumping him into your mouth.

“Fuck… sweetheart~” he whispers shakily, watching you suck him off slowly.

You make sure his tip reaches past your uvula, and your nose sinks into his neatly trimmed pubes. His hands carefully come up next to you and rest on top of your head, like he was guiding you. Your hands move away from his dick, and onto his thigh, arousing him more by caressing them. You tilt your head back a bit and stare up at him with wide, doe-eyes.

“D-Don’t look at me like that… you know what it does to me…” his face was completely flushed, with him feeling too good and never wanting this to end.

You grasp your tits, and pull your mouth off his dick, rubbing the shaft between your mounds, and his eyes roll back. Your heart races at the beautiful sight of your man losing himself to you. He shivers when your tongue slithers its way to the underside of his length, and swipes the protruding vein.

“R-right there, love” he hisses, sucking in a breath then exhales, choking when the tip of your tongue laps at his urethra.

You alternate your tits around him— one goes up, the other goes down, but they’re still squishing his dick.

“If you keep doing that, I’ll—” before he can finish, white, small ropes of cum shoot out and onto your face.

He groans loudly, feeling ice creep up his arms and coat his clavicle. He slowly looks down and sees you pumping his shaft, watching more cum shoot onto your cleavage and face.

“Mmm~” you hum in approval, letting your tongue dart out and give the tip a nice, long lick.

Zayne watches in awe as you clean his mess, then lazily suck him off again, going incredibly slow so he can watch it disappear into your throat then re-appear. Something about the sight of the connection between your lips and the flesh of his dick, just does something to him. You let go of your tits, and it falls between his legs, swinging lightly.

“How do you feel?” You ask him quietly, batting your eyes.

“…” he just stares at you, still flustered, but even more aroused.

“Don’t expect me to go easy on you after what you just did, flower,” his tone deepens, sounding desperate as his desire to be inside you, but also taste your flavor, takes over.

He lays you down while kissing you deeply, and pulls your panties to the side, aligning his tip to your yoni’s entrance. A blissful smile curls on your face at his touch and kisses, but also something comes up in your mind. You realize that you’ve awoken the Zayne that he was afraid to show you.

You just discovered something new about him. 💞

Lwk ass, but I was caught in the moment while working on my cosplay, and just had to write this.

[fromeirlys]

it actually saddens me that you are having such a difficult time mentally. i believe u will overcome it, my love. Life just gets hard sometimes, but one should always move forward and I know you also can 🥺🫶

don't ever think you aren't writing enough and don't feel sad about deleting 70 + drafts. the drafts might be gone, but you still have your beautiful brain with those amazing thought processes so the ideas are not going anywhere. whatever you produce i love it 🩷

i'm a zayne main too and yandere zayne is not something u easily find in fics. you were actually the 1st writer where i discovered the concept of yandere zayne and that awaken something in me. like the way you write him, queen?! uhhhh I'm amazed by it... it leaves me speechless 😩🤌

writing is difficult and not having good engagement can be demoralizing. you will find more audience and engagement you desire. i speak that into existence. i have planted that seed and i will see the harvest ✨️😘

yours truly,

dilfladslover9000

My heart 🥹

I appreciate your words, they mean a lot to me 😭. I didn’t think my writing was that good like the other LADS writers everyone knows. I had a hard time seeing myself make it up there, so I stepped back. I tried researching the times people are usually active on here, and tried to align my publishing schedule with that, but even then, it only last for a little bit.

I know it’s getting repetitive that I keep saying, but I’ve been working on my art and cosplay stuff too. Studying anatomy so I can start promoting my nsfw twt account (lwk might do bluesky). I’ve drawn my hunter’s (zayne’s mc) character sheet, so I’ll be posting that to my tiktok eventually.

But i do have two drafts on here, that i recently wrote for priest!zayne, and calebxreaderxzayne. I just need to get back into the mindset and mood to read it.

Thanks again, dilfladslover9000 ☺️🩵

[fromeirlys]

girl never stop posting dilf!lads!!! +++ dilf!lads with yandere themes 🥵😋😝 i always eat that shit up and the way you write sends me to another orbit

i actually get excited whenever u post! would love to see your nsfw art. is there anything you are not talented at queen 🩷

Thank you, anon. 🥺

I’ve had a pretty rough week, and it’s only Wednesday. I tried to take my life Sunday night, twice, and wussed both times. I’ve been away from my phone since monday, and my mom and sister have been peeking into my room every now and then. My psychiatrist made a… subtle reminder that I have to take care of myself (cuz I struggle to) or I’ll get sent away.

I have started to feel like I’m not doing good enough. I write and write, and it all feels repetitive, and I hate it cuz when I write stuff, I think about other things that I could’ve added to a fic, after I uploaded it. So then I have to make another. I had so many drafts on here, around 70-75, but they’re all gone now.

I don’t know if i’ll keep writing the dilf stuff. I would like to, and maybe if I stare at Ellipsus long enough or watch enough 🌽, I’ll write something. I’m legit mentally and hypersexual, unfortunately. A 25 yr old virgin who does nothing but write perverted stuff about fictional characters and has a ->o addiction. 🥲

SIGH, Anyways, I’m glad there’s people that like reading the stuff I write, even if i hate it… sometimes. I often get jealous of other writers, especially in the LADS comm. They can write so little or so much, and get a lot of attention; maybe it’s how they word things or what. I think that’s another reason I’m losing interest in writing. I just can’t seem to find my audience, if it makes sense. I attract a lot of bots, i will say I also get people that follow me but never interact with my work, like at all, and it is kind of annoying tbh. Sometimes i wonder if i need to write darker stuff, and even then, that makes me feel a bit off.

And you might be like “you write yandere, age gap smut and you’re offput by darker things?” Yes 😩. though, i have explored other things like primal play, but i actually hate getting chased, irl and online, like in games. I’ll start hyperventilating and panicking, especially in the dark.

Getting back on topic, my art! Yes, that. Part of having a 🌽 addiction is getting creative? Artsy, i guess? If i really like a certain video, I tend to watch it multiple times to really understand how certain parts are just… formed. I will literally stare at a pussy expanding to take a fat dick. Side note, I despise “vagina,” not because im immature but i actually found out it means sword’s sheath in latin… it gives me the vibes of a man saying “females” instead of women, ifykwim.

But i do have a list of art wips, and they’re mostly of zayne LMAO cuz that man just does stuff to me, i hate it 😢. I do have some stuff for caleb, and the others, but almost everh video, every gif i look at, all i can imagine is zayne doing those things to mc (or me). ALSO, I already have a tiktok for my art page but I’m not sure if I want to make a new one or just keep that one. Obv it’d be for sfw art, but yeah…

Anyways, thanks for reading my ramble (if you did) and writing in, dilfladslover9000 🥹👉🏼👈🏼

[fromeirlys]

I just read a glorious fic. I'm now I want be your follower cuz JESUS CHIRST! Do you want to kill me with at delicious dilf!Caleb! I'll never be the same after what I read 😮‍💨. I bow to you pray

I’m trying to read this, but I’m going nod and pretend I understand what you’re saying— YAAAAAAAAY

Yes, yes, and yes! I love dilf!LADS a lil too much!! I was really down in the dumps yesterday, and deleted a majority of my fanfics I uploaded, and all 72 of my drafts I had saved so :’’’’)

But, I mentioned a while back that I really wanna do fanart, especially NSFW, cuz I have some comic ideas for the guys and black mc, and I’m really forcing myself to finish ts LMAO.

Thanks for writing in, panana :)

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The bespoke alloy of the collar hit the stained carpet floor of the PC room with a dull thud.

For six months, that piece of metal had been a second skin. It was forged by Valko’s own hand—an elegant, seamless band of silver and dark chrome that looked like high-end EonCore tech to the untrained eye. 

To you, it was a leash, no better than something you’d chain up a dog with. It read your pulse, monitored your temperature, and broadcasted your exact coordinates to the apex predator of Linkon City.

No matter where you were, what you did, who you tried to beg to save you, all of it was fed back to him. Delectable information that ensured you were never out of his claws.

"I…I think we did it," Toby, one of your only friends, dared to whisper, his hands visibly shaking as he tapped away on his keyboard, running some final diagnostics. The glow of the monitors showed the sheen of sweat on his panicked face. The other two regulars, a pair of brilliant but naïve hackers who practically lived in the back room of this neon-lit arcade, looked just as terrified. 

They had managed to scramble the biometric locks and fry the GPS transmitter using a localized EMP rig. Magnificent work, really. They were wizards when it came to this stuff.

But they had good reason to be so on edge. Valko was cruel, yes, even to you. But not the kind of cruelty he could freely inflict upon anyone who wasn’t. That was so many leagues worse, you didn’t even want to imagine it.

You touched your bare throat, feeling raw skin for the first time in what honestly felt like eons.

"Thank you," you breathed, grabbing your stashed duffel bag from under the desk, meager money and belongings inside, enough to tide you over. "If anyone asks, I was never here. Wipe the security feeds."

"Already running the script," Toby said, giving you a tight, nervous smile. "Get out of the city. EonCore has eyes everywhere."

You didn't need to be told twice.

…

The Linkon City subway system at this hour was a desolate, liminal cavern of white tiles and flickering fluorescent lights. For such a chic, sleek city, there was a certain hour when everything became eerie. 

You swiped a pre-paid transit card, your heart hammering rapidly against your ribs as you descended the escalator to the deepest platform. The express train out of the city limits was due in three minutes.

Three minutes to freedom. Three minutes until you were out of his territory.

You didn’t want to get your hopes up too hard, but it was a challenge not to at least indulge your fantasies a little. Picturing you, finally on your own, finally in a place where you could be at peace. Somewhere rural, picturesque, green trees and fields. 

The chance to have friends again. The chance to feel true love. Not whatever this was. Not what he had mistaken for it. 

You paced the edge of the yellow warning line, gripping the strap of your bag so tightly it was a wonder it didn’t rip. You were just starting to believe it was real—that you had actually slipped through the fingers of the Chairman—when the burner phone in your pocket began to vibrate.

The harsh buzzing made you flinch, and nausea pooled in your belly. What if it’s–-

You pulled it out to check. The caller ID was Toby’s number, but that wasn’t any more reassuring. A spike of dread pierced you like a skewer. Why was he calling? Had the wipe failed? Or something worse?

You pressed the phone to your ear, answering despite the risk. 

"Toby? I'm almost on the train, did something—"

The sound that poured through the speaker made your blood run freezing cold. It was a wet, heavy crunch of machinery and bone, followed by a scream so raw and ragged it barely sounded human. 

Glass shattered in the background, what must have been a massive pane of it. You heard metal warping, bending and creaking in response to the sheer force of an Evol manifestation.

Then, the screaming abruptly choked out, replaced by the heavy bootsteps that seemed to haunt you anywhere and everywhere, no matter how you tried to escape.

"Where are you?"

Valko’s voice rattled deep, right through your ears and down to your frantic little heart. It wasn't the polished press-ready tone of the EonCore Chairman. It was the feral, guttural snarl of a beast that had just found its companion’s cage empty.

You couldn't breathe. Your throat locked up.

"Did you really think a few rats with keyboards could hide my scent from me?" he asked softly, almost in a tender way. But you heard the shriek of metal being crushed in his hand. "Hear that? That’s your collar. But you aren’t here wearing it…that’s strange…”

A little whimper choked up from your throat. Though he paused, you could simply feel it then. That sick smirk curling on his lips.

“Well, [Y/N], you decided you don’t love me anymore, that you don’t want to be together. That’s what this is telling me. And now, it’s time for you to make another decision.”

Distantly, you could hear bones grinding again, and someone groaning, pleading weakly.

“...Which one of your little ‘friends’ would you miss the least?”

Pure, unadulterated panic. You hit END and hurled the burner phone onto the tracks, watching it shatter against the rails.

But as the plastic broke apart, it all hit you at once. EonCore owned the cell towers. They owned the infrastructure. By answering that call, you hadn't just spoken to him—you had given him an active, localized ping. He didn't even need the collar anymore.

Pointless. It had all been pointless.

Now, because of you, your friends were going to die. Now, because of your own stupidity, it was likely you would too. 

Or, at the very least, you’d wish you could.

You spun around, looking desperately down the dark, cavernous tunnel. The digital board overhead flashed: TRAIN ARRIVING IN 1 MINUTE.

Run. You had to run.

But before you could take a single step toward the emergency exit stairs, the ambient temperature on the platform plummeted, and a predatory aura filled the air. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered wildly, buzzing with electrical interference, before popping out one by one in a rapid cascade down the platform.

Darkness swallowed the station, leaving only the dim, emergency red glow. Trembling, you cowered backwards as you heard something coming.

Not running. More like the heavy impact of something dropping down from the high maintenance shafts—a shortcut no human could survive taking.

But he could. There was so much he could do.

"I can smell you, [Y/N]. You’re afraid, aren’t you?"

The voice came from the shadows to your left. Too close. Impossibly close.

You backed up rapidly, your heel catching on the tactile paving at the edge of the platform. Down below, the tracks awaited. The distant, blinding light of the incoming train appeared in the tunnel, a distant roar as it approached.

It all happened so fast, but in a moment of blind, absolute terror, the tracks looked like a better alternative than whatever was waiting for you in the dark. The torment he might put you through if he got his hands on you again.

If the end came now, then…at least it would be on your own terms.

At least you’d finally be free.

You leaned back willingly, gravity pulling you toward the edge, an embrace you welcomed. You’d let it take you. You’d let the train do the job. And then—

A hand, cold as ice and hard as steel, clamped around your throat.

Windpipe near crushed, you were hauled forward with enough force to give you whiplash. The world blurred as he threw you against the tiled wall of the station, the impact knocking the air from your lungs. 

“ACK–!!”

Before you could even gasp for another breath, a heavy, solid body pressed flush against yours, caging you in completely.

The train roared past on the tracks behind him, the blinding lights strobing over Valko’s face.

He was a terrifying sight. His tailored, charcoal suit jacket was ruined, torn at the shoulders to accommodate the sheer, bulky expansion of his muscles. 

His golden eyes caught the flashing lights of the train, glowing with an unhinged intensity, worse than any you’d seen from him before. Sharp, prominent canines pressed against his lower lip as he panted, his chest heaving against yours.

There was blood on him. Under his nails, splattered on his cheek, soaked into the fabric. Just the smell of it alone set every nerve of your body alight.

“Don’t be fucking stupid. I’d never let you get away that easy…”

Valko leaned down, his face burying into the crook of your neck. He took a deep, shuddering inhale, inhaling your sweet scent, before pressing his sharp teeth lightly against your pulse point, and whispering…

"Never.”

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[dearbabycat]

zayne loves it when you are selfish with him.

tags: 18+, mdni, established relationship, smut, reader being needy clingy and kinda toxic, but dw zayne likes it, zayne coddling you, bit of daddy kink, kinda ddlg adjacent?, brat tamer zayne, dacryphilia, brief mentions of harassment (not between zayne and reader), minor injury, loss of control (evol), hurt/comfort at the end, tiny bit of angst

a/n: inspired by chapter 2 of zayne's love on screen event story

❄️ When I'm inviting my girlfriend on a date, having a few selfish desires is only natural.

So, in this place that belongs only to us... In this moment that's ours alone...

Think only of me.

I need your selfish desires too. ❄️

zayne who used to silently disapprove of couples who wanted to be together 24/7. he thought such people were overly needy and likely required couples therapy to learn healthier boundaries… that was until you came back into his life and wrecked all his preconceived notions about love.

zayne who doesn't mind when he unlocks his phone after back-to-back surgeries to a barrage of texts and missed calls from you. his heart squeezes as he scrolls through your messages, noticing how they become progressively needier and more demanding of his attention—asking him how work was going, what time he was coming home, if he still loved you, if he even liked you, if he was out on a date with someone else and that was the reason for his not replying the past few hours. silly girl, he thought, i told you i would have two surgeries this afternoon. but there is no annoyance behind his thoughts. if anything, he savors the thought of you thinking about him all day. he calls you back the second he's alone in his office.

zayne who feels a thrill of satisfaction whenever you choose him over anyone else. dinner with coworkers, drinks with your friends from college, almost all of them you reject in favor of being with zayne.

zayne who has to be mindful not to lose control whenever you beg him not to go to work. he finds it especially difficult early in the morning, when you press your soft breasts against his arm and plead in your sleep-soft voice that he not go to akso today. when he informs you that he has multiple patient appointments on his schedule, you bat your eyelashes at him and say, "but i'm your most important patient." he doesn't refute you—you're correct after all. zayne still leaves for work but not before squeezing in a quick fuck to satisfy his most important patient's needs.

zayne who relishes the sight of your tears as you throw a tantrum about not seeing him enough. he had to cancel your date earlier because of an emergency case at akso hospital, but here he is now standing at your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers and a bag of your favorite takeout, patiently watching as you sob and stomp your feet and complain about your ruined date. when he thinks you have finished your tearful little tirade, he guides you to the sofa and pulls you onto his lap where you promptly melt against him.

zayne who gently rocks you on his lap, pets your hair, whispers soothing words into the shell of your ear, kisses the tears off your cheeks (discreetly licks the salt from his lips). "i'm sorry, my darling," he says soothingly. "let me make it up to you, sweet girl. i already filed for leave for the next two days. let's go to that amusement park you've been wanting to go to. how does that sound, hm?" he can't help but find your sniffles and hiccups adorable as you attempt to collect yourself, appeased at the thought of spending the next two days with him. my poor darling, zayne muses, so miserable over a cancelled date with me. the thought alone makes his slacks feel tight. it's not long before he has you grinding against his hardness, your face still streaked with tear tracks.

zayne who is anticipating prepared for the hissy fit you throw when he informs you of an upcoming trip for a medical conference where he will be attending as a speaker. you attempt to give him the silent treatment after stomping over to your bedroom, but he won't tolerate that. "none of that now," he says lowly while he grips your cheeks, pushing your lips into an adorable pout, "if you have a problem, tell me directly." your tantrum quickly dissolves into tears and puppy eyes, and he finds it all so so endearing and lovely. "i-i'm just upset because i'll miss you so much, daddy," you say as you cling to his shirtsleeves, as if a great gust of wind might carry him away from you any moment. he rubs your back as you whine about having to share him with the world. he shushes you, assures you that he is yours and your alone. the next day, he books two plane tickets for the trip.

zayne who decides to let go of his teaching position at skyhaven university when you have a meltdown over one of his students contacting him past midnight. it was an innocuous email—she had just been asking zayne when he would next be available for a research paper consultation—but you were nearly inconsolable at the thought of him replying to some stupid student's email instead of cuddling with you in bed. his acquaintances at the medical school had been surprised with his decision but he knew he had made the right choice when, upon telling you that he had relinquished his position at the university in order to spend more time with you, you had embraced him so tightly it took his breath away, all the while beaming up at him with the most brilliant smile he's seen from you in days.

zayne who pretends to disapprove of your behavior when you're catty and rude to the new nurse that's been making advances at him. you had called her names and you happened to have done it within earshot of the hospital director too. he's not really angry—he could never truly be angry with you—but he loves having an excuse to lecture you, bend you over his office desk, and watch the skin of your ass jiggle with each strike of his palm. you moan plaintively when he finally takes you rough and deep. "sorry daddy. just hate it so bad when other people look at you," you whine through your tears. your pitiful admission only spurs him on, and a gasp leaves your lips as he thrusts in as deep as he can go, making you take every thick inch of him. "my poor darling," he breathes gruffly against your ear, "is this what you wanted? my full attention?" another brutal thrust makes you gasp his name. "you have it, sweetheart, so take it."

zayne who has a fleeting thought of distancing himself from you after losing control of his evol. it had been late at night and he was about to pick you up from the train station. he had already spotted you in the distance when he noticed a man forcing himself into your space. you tried to back away from him when his hand shot out to grab your arm. zayne saw red. he had only meant to freeze the man's hand over, startle him just enough to stop his advancing towards you, but the next thing zayne knew, the stranger was doubled over in pain, jagged ice encasing his entire arm and shoulder. beside him, you clutched your bleeding arm. zayne rushed over to you, paying no mind to the familiar pinpricks of ice creeping up his neck. as he frantically inspected your injury, the horrifying realization that he was the one who had injured you dawned on him with sudden clarity. in that moment, the most wretched sense of deja vu washed over him.

zayne who can feel self-hatred twist in his gut as he stitches you up at home—he insisted on taking you to the hospital but you refused to budge unless he promised to take you back home. after the blood was washed away, the injury turned out to be much less severe than it had initially looked—a stray ice crystal had left a relatively superficial cut along the lateral side of your arm. but zayne felt wretched anyway. "it was just a little cut, zaynie," you attempt to comfort him but he remains silent as he bandages your arm. you could see in his stony expression, in the distance he placed between you even as he treated your wound, that he was retreating into himself with each passing second. zayne is a man of action and it is obvious to you what he intends to do.

zayne who is startled out of his self-resenting downspiral when you crash your lips to his. distantly, he knows that he should stop you as you tear desperately at his clothes. i am no good for you, i am always destined to hurt you, i do nothing but bring you pain. but even as these thoughts remained at the back of his mind, he could never resist you. he finds himself willingly being pushed back into the plush rug of your living room, your hands making quick work of his fly. "be careful, sweetheart. your stitches—fuck!" he had barely registered you pushing his boxers down before your tight heat is surrounding him.

zayne who can't help the rush of tears as you beg him not to leave. you shower his face with needy little kisses as you ride him, deliberately squeezing your pussy around him like you never want to let him go. "please don't leave, zayne," you beg through your own tears, "i know what you're thinking, you think i'll be better off without you. but please zayne, listen to me now, i would be nothing without you by my side. i would rather die by your hands than be without you ever again."

zayne who, despite being dizzy with pleasure, attempts to say, "no, my darling. please don't say that." but the eager twitch of his cock at your declaration belies his words. because despite his protests, a sick selfish part of him has always rejoiced in your singular devotion to him.

zayne who knows from a psychological standpoint that it's not healthy for you to be so dependent on him, yet he can't bring himself to care. he cherishes your reliance on him. he basks in your single-minded loyalty to him. his heart is full knowing you only have eyes for him, him, him.

zayne who, after a life of loneliness and regret, finally relinquishes any lingering doubts about whether he was meant for you. you wanted him, and in turn, he wanted you all to himself too. and that was all that truly mattered.

a/n: this is kinda all over the place but i just really wanted to put something out there without self-doubt and perfectionism getting in the way. anyway i hope u like it. i have so many more ideas and i intend to write more, just really need to push myself to write.

[fromeirlys]

Super needy for zayne😫😫

[cigarmist]

I saw this and first thought of Zayne, but the desperation is giving Caleb

P! LINK: https://x.com/ZToji32448/status/2063197577248637112?s=20

yessss i thought th same thing actually when i saw it. in honor of you guys liking the post here’s another!

LADS P LINK PT 2

MDNI 🔞

xavier

we all know xavier is a big big freak, i just know this is how he had you after that whole break fiasco. he’s possessive, he doesn’t even like when guys look your way. no matter, he’s gonna leave his cum so deep inside you that if and when you speak to the baker again you’ll be leaking every time you walk.

https://x.com/riphacervix/status/2062720177653916033?s=46

zayne

he’s doctor so he would know when and where to please you. do you see the way he’s rubbing your clit and filling you up? oh yeah, this is definitely you guys after a long day at work.

https://x.com/zayyygotnohoes/status/2062853269832229064?s=46

caleb

%100000 caleb right here. he’s fucking you like there is no tomorrow. every single time he gives it to you he makes sure everytime you leave satisfied. look at how he’s digging in you. straight desperation. and he’s not stopping until your completely drained from the inside out.

rafayel

RAF ALL DAY LONG OMG!!

he’s begging, he’s pleading, he’s crying and you are milking the hell out of him. your giggling while he’s convulsing under your touch. you’ve been at it for hours he just wants to be inside you but not yet because your not done having your fun with him.

sylus

one thing about sylus he’s the “anywhere anytime” type, so i definitely see him having a quickie with you before heading out into the n109 zone. he’s having fun, slapping your ass has got you bent all out of shape. because when it comes to you he can never have enough, you are his drug, his air his everything.

[fromeirlys]

Ngggg i need zayne in sylus’s postion, and sylus in caleb’s 😫😫😫

[fromeirlys]

My MC: Zaynie, I wanna make a movie

Zayne: have you decided to switch career paths?

MC: is it really a career change if it’s only us in it, and no one else gets to watch it?

Zayne: …. what are you implying, jasmine? 👀

MC: *stares in his eyes longer* I’ll let you guess, handsome.

*Zayne has suddenly turned into a tomato*

[leaderincrows]

NSFW Sapphic LADS Week day 1 - Lingerie

Some god honoring Yuri ft Xavier x Zayne - full pic

[fromeirlys]

WOOOO PUT ME IN THE MIDDLE, YO 😛🙏🏼

[ethjayy]

he asked for no pickles

[fromeirlys]

😍😍

[fromeirlys]

My MC: *posts a lil selfie*

Zayne comments: “my beautiful wife. I’m on my way home.”

-> MC replies: “you JUST got to work 😭”

Caleb comments: “you’re so gorgeous 🤤”

-> Zayne replies to him: “honey, please block him”

-> MC replies to him: “I diiid, idk how he’s commenting 😭💔.”

[leaderincrows]

You’re all getting ready for lads sapphic week RIGHT

[fromeirlys]

I need to eat her out LMAOO

[lunarify]

trying to run away from yandere xavier at night would probably be a nightmare bc imagine all the lights around you going out one by one as you’re left hyperventilating in the dark and his arms are suddenly around you bc of course he can teleport to wherever you are instantly without a sound plus hes the golden boy everyone loves and trusts no one would ever believe he’s forcing you to be w him, hes rich and could buy off anyone and cart you away wherever and whenever he wants, he knows how to change his identity and yours easily

[fromeirlys]

That’s so hot, and nobody’s gonna write this 😭