I can’t stop thinking about dad!zayne like he has such a dad sense of humor and idk he’s made for it im going insane. I’ve changed and I am in love with him now
Sylus is for the ones whose feet always seem to find the cracks in the pavement, who always seem to stumble over themselves as they try desperately to make something- a name for themselves, a conversation, a new relationship, a stronger existing one, anything- only to fail again and again.
Sylus is for the ones who find themselves holding up their hands as they watch them shake. Why you? Why was everything always on you? Why did you always have to make the effort, the connection, the fake-happy face to appease someone, just so that they might love you?
Sylus is for the ones who truly try, but have longed since reached the breaking point. Don't worry darling. Hide the cracks. If they're hidden, you surely can handle a little bit more disappointment. A little bit more 'being alone' no matter how hard you try. A little bit more on focusing on everyone else's needs while neglecting your own. Why are you breaking? Why are your pieces on the floor? Chin up, darling. It's only for a while longer. How much longer? Well, how much more do you have left to give?
Sylus is for the ones who sit wondering why. Why is there suddenly the foreign feeling of care, of love, of endearment? When everything has been 'nothing' for so long, how are you supposed to cope with 'anything' at all? Much less 'everything'? The stack of bills are paid, the cupboards no longer have ramen, rice, and beans. The texts come frequently, and your phone rings randomly whenever you cross someone's mind. When have you ever crossed someone's mind? And the clothes bought for you fit like a glove.
Sylus is for the ones who have given everything all of their life, who have found themselves desperate for connections that no one wants to make with them, who give their everything in exchange for more anxiety and demands at their expense.
Based on Midnight Warmth secret times, because I’m pretty sure they were messing around during that. Cw: vaginal fingering, no gender MC, dirty talk
Sylus presses his hand down firmly between your legs, applying pressure just where you need it most. The quietest of gasps leaves your lips, your mouth parted and panting immediately. You’re so weak for him, like his big hands have ruined you completely, forced your cunt to slick the second he’s close.
“Do you need me to tell you a bedtime story?” He teases, his voice still that perfect, gruff whisper. You nod immediately, and he takes a moment, humming as he brings his fingers up higher, dipping them into the waistband of your panties before they start to creep back down. He’s warm and solid behind you, caging you in. You nod again, cutting yourself off when your desperation creeps into your rational consciousness, deciding that it’s more dignified to show him what you want. You grip his wrist, bring his hand to where you want it, and he hums again. This time a pleased chuckle following it. He has your damn number, playing you like you were one of his treasured records.
“You’re not sleepy at all, are you?” He asks, grinning into your shoulder, annoyingly pleased with himself.
You shake your head, giving into him, and he chuckles, making your cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I’ll give you what you want, kitten.” His words shake through you, his breath hot against your ear as he presses his chest to your back, feeling like a solid wall behind you as he snakes his fingers into your underwear, chuckling again when he feels how slick you are.
A breathy sigh leaves your throat as he slides one finger inside. It’s time for Sylus to start his day, and you would assume he was rushing to take care of you if you didn’t know any better. No, this is Sylus claiming you, showing himself just how well you take him. “You’re so good,” he rumbles, his voice breathy and affected and it makes you clench down around him. “That’s it, so good.” The praise goes straight to your core, and you let a moan fall from your lips, one of your hands reaching out to cling onto his arm as the other twists in his expensive sheets. “You just needed a little sleep aid, didn’t you?”
You nod, losing yourself in the pleasure. You can feel yourself getting close already, but you don’t focus on it, refusing to finish this quickly and prove his unspoken point– that you are his, and only his.
“Sylus,” you whine, your body writhing gently.
“What is it? Tell me what you need. I’ll give you anything you need. And that’s it, right there, isn’t it? As much as you belong to Sylus, you know that he belongs to you, too. He’d give you anything, take anything, do anything you asked.
“Don’t stop,” you whisper, but he knows it’s a command, one that he’s more than happy to follow. With another low laugh, Sylus adds a second finger– the noise of your wetness loud in the air.
You groan and clench around him again, and he can tell that you’re getting close. “Let go for me, kitten. Let me see how beautiful you are.”
Your back arches as his assault continues, quirking his fingers just right inside of you to hit that spot that makes you see stars. He presses there over and over again, making you shake all over, driving you to the edge of pleasure.
“That’s it,” he tells you, kissing on your neck, and when he bites– just slightly, it’s all that you need. You finish around him, just as he had asked, tightening up and groaning as he plays with you through it, kissing and licking at his favorite spot on your neck.
When you collapse to the bed, your head hitting the pillows, you open your eyes to find Sylus staring at you with the most annoyingly smug expression you’ve ever seen. He raises an eyebrow. “Tired yet?” he asks, smirking.
You pick up the pillow next to you and hit him in the face with it.
god says im her favorite lamb in the flock. the cord that ties the bell around my neck keeps getting torn off in the brambles and I have to be wrestled to the ground if you want any of my wool. My bleating is loud and insistent and sometimes I can't ever be quieted. god can't play the coquette shepherdess with me; she has to put on coveralls and boots and use the muscles in her arms. I kick up dust and headbutt her and every time I wander away, she comes to find me, with a smile on her face, and cradles my head in the palm of her hand. someday, when the blade hits my skin, I don't even feel it. My blood splashes like water and I am grateful to be able to give something back to the soil and plants of the earth.
created by clumsy.romantic (previously strawberrysim/strawberrysimyt)
originally i wasn't going to bother with my other legacy challenges, but i decided to completely revamp my just desserts legacy challenge because she deserved some love!!
if you are playing the old version, keep at it if you would like, but here are the new and improved rules! if there are any mistakes or you may not be able to read the graphics, you can find the google doc here.
if you do this challenge tag me on here or instagram or use the hashtag #justdessertslegacy !
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