#l&ds oc

[tumbling-through-deepspace]

Shenanigans with LADS men x Lyssa

Numero 3.

Mephisto will not be excluded

Others will be subjected to the madness 🤭

Kieran burst into the room, radiating energy. He spots Lyssa sitting on a love seat but stops when he realizes what book was in her hand

Kieran: "Hey Lala, I got a question."

Lyssa (not looking up from the book): "Hello to you too Ki. Go on."

Kieran: "Why are you reading Luke's journal?"

Lyssa: "blackmail material."

Kieran: "is this because he told boss that you're a cannibal?"

Lyssa: "For the last time, I have a biting kink! That doesn't equate to cannibalism!"

Luke entered the room: "I see no difference."

[lavlynyan]

Did the Student ID thing BUT I’m using sims instead. Nobody asked but these are the MC’s I created for each of the L&DS guys and each of them have their own backstories and they might or might not be connected in one way or another 😗🫡

[sushiyuzu]

beg for more

warning: intense & rough smut — 3 rounds of fucking ravaging. rip pussay 😔🙏🏻 MDNI!

- my backup acc: @blushpawss

the night outside was still, the sky spread wide like a velvet canvas dotted with stars that seemed to glow just for the two of you. inside sylus’s mansion, the world felt far away, as if the galaxy itself paused for the moment unfolding in the dim warmth of his bedroom.

sylus stood by the edge of the bed, his broad figure casting a shadow over you. his eyes, a deep, burning crimson, tracked your every breath, every shift of your body on the silk sheets. you could feel the heat of his gaze on you, sending a pulse of arousal straight through your core, the air between you thick with anticipation.

he hadn’t touched you yet, not fully, but the way he looked at you was enough to unravel you. his silver hair caught the soft glow from the night, and those sharp, angular features of his were softened by a smirk, one that spoke volumes of the dangerous game you were playing with him.

“you know what happens next, right?” sylus’s voice was low, almost a whisper, but it sent a shiver down your spine. the weight of his words was matched by the heat in his eyes—lust and desire mixing with something darker, something possessive.

you swallowed, your voice barely a breath. “i want you to show me.”

his smirk widened, but he didn’t rush. sylus never rushed, and that was what made him so intoxicating. he was patient, deliberate, and right now, all of that control was directed at you. with slow, deliberate steps, he came closer, standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes tracing every inch of you.

his hand reached out, fingertips brushing over your ankle, trailing slowly up the length of your leg. even through the fabric of your clothes, his touch sent sparks igniting along your skin. it was gentle, teasing, but filled with a promise that made your heart race.

“you’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” sylus murmured, his voice a velvety rasp as his hand slid higher, over your knee, up your thigh, until his fingers curled around your waist. he tugged you closer, his strength evident even in that small gesture. “you want me to touch you… to claim you.”

your breath hitched at his words, your body reacting to the raw hunger in his tone. you nodded, unable to form words as your body leaned into him, craving more, needing more.

sylus chuckled softly, darkly, and his hand slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips grazing your bare skin. his touch was electric, leaving a trail of heat as he slowly pushed the fabric up, exposing your stomach, your chest, until you were lying there, vulnerable beneath him, bared to his gaze.

“look at you,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin just beneath your breast. “so beautiful… so perfect.”

your cheeks flushed at his words, but before you could respond, his lips were on you. he started at your collarbone, his mouth pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your skin, his breath warm against you. each kiss was deliberate, his teeth grazing your flesh just enough to make you gasp, his tongue soothing the faint sting before moving lower.

his hand followed the path of his mouth, fingers ghosting over your sides, your waist, as if memorizing the curve of your body. your skin was burning under his touch, your breathing coming in shallow, ragged gasps as he continued his slow, torturous exploration.

when his mouth closed over one of your nipples, a gasp tore from your throat, your back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through you. sylus groaned softly against your skin, his tongue flicking over the hardened peak before sucking it gently, his hand sliding up to cup your other breast, kneading it in time with his mouth.

“sy…” his name escaped your lips in a breathless moan, and you felt him smirk against your skin, clearly satisfied by your reaction.

he didn’t stop. his mouth was relentless, switching to the other breast, giving it the same attention, sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin until you were squirming beneath him, every nerve in your body alight with desire.

“i’m going to make you feel so good,” sylus whispered against your skin, his voice rough with want as his hand slid down your stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your pants. “i want to hear you beg for more.”

the anticipation was almost unbearable, and when his fingers finally slid between your thighs, teasing the wet heat waiting for him, you couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped your lips.

his touch was feather-light at first, teasing, as if testing your patience. his fingers moved slowly, brushing over the sensitive bundle of nerves before dipping lower, slicking through your folds with a deliberate slowness that made your toes curl.

“you’re so wet for me,” sylus muttered, his voice dark with satisfaction as he dragged his fingers back up, circling your clit with just enough pressure to make you gasp.

your hands fisted in the sheets as he continued, the slow, torturous rhythm of his fingers driving you closer and closer to the edge. every stroke, every flick of his wrist sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, and it was all you could do to hold on, your body trembling beneath him.

but sylus wasn’t done yet.

with one swift, fluid motion, he removed your pants, leaving you bare before him. his eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, laid out on the bed, your skin flushed, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. the hunger in his gaze was almost predatory, and you shivered beneath the weight of it.

“you’re mine tonight,” he whispered, his hands sliding up your thighs, spreading them wide as he lowered himself between your legs. “and i’m going to make sure you remember that.”

before you could respond, his mouth was on you, and the world disappeared.

the first touch of his tongue against your clit was soft, teasing, but it was enough to make your body jolt with pleasure. sylus groaned softly as he tasted you, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you in place as his tongue flicked over your sensitive flesh, the heat of his mouth sending you spiraling.

he was relentless, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes that had you gasping for breath, your hands fisting in his hair as you tried to keep yourself grounded. but it was impossible. every flick of his tongue, every suck, every moan that vibrated through you only pushed you closer to the edge, your body trembling with the need to fall.

“sy, please,” you moaned, your voice shaking as you felt the pleasure build, higher and higher until you thought you might break.

he pulled back just enough to look up at you, his lips glistening, eyes dark and filled with lust. “that’s it… beg for me.”

and you did. you begged. you pleaded. and sylus rewarded you, his mouth returning to its task with a fervor that left you breathless, his tongue pushing you over the edge and into the abyss of pleasure.

your entire body seized as the first wave of your orgasm crashed through you. your back arched, your fingers gripping tightly in sylus’s hair, and your voice was lost to a broken cry of his name. his mouth never relented, his tongue moving against your clit with expert precision, riding out every pulse of pleasure as you came undone beneath him.

his hands, firm and possessive on your thighs, held you steady as your body trembled, completely at his mercy. you could feel the wetness between your legs spreading, a testament to how thoroughly he had worked you, but sylus didn’t seem finished. even as the aftershocks of your climax rippled through you, he didn’t pull away. if anything, his touch grew more deliberate, coaxing more soft, breathy whimpers from your lips.

“fuck…” you barely managed to breathe, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. but it was hard to focus when he was still between your thighs, kissing and licking you as though he were savoring every drop of your release.

“i could taste you for hours,” he murmured against your sensitive skin, his voice thick with arousal. his tongue gave one last slow, indulgent lick, drawing a shiver from your overstimulated body, before he finally sat up.

his lips glistened with the evidence of what he’d done, and the sight of him—so utterly consumed by you—made your pulse race all over again. sylus wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the wicked smirk never leaving his face as he looked down at you, his ruby eyes burning with a lust that made your stomach tighten.

“i think you’re ready for more,” he said, his voice a low growl as his hands slid up your thighs once more. “but you’re going to have to beg for it.”

the words sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through your body, even though you could still feel the remnants of your orgasm pulsing faintly between your legs. the need, the aching desire for him, was only growing stronger. he knew exactly how to make you come undone, but you weren’t going to let him have complete control—at least not without a fight.

“sy…” you whispered, your voice a mix of exhaustion and need. you reached out, your fingers brushing over the sharp lines of his chest as you tried to pull him closer, your body already craving the press of his weight against you. “please… i want you inside me.”

his smirk deepened, a glint of satisfaction flashing in his crimson eyes. “such a good girl when you ask so sweetly,” he murmured, his fingers trailing up your waist, brushing your skin with a tenderness that contradicted the raw hunger burning between the two of you.

sylus slowly shed his clothing, his eyes never leaving yours, and each inch of his body revealed only made the fire inside you burn hotter. the sculpted muscles of his chest, the firm ridges of his abs, the silver trail of hair that led lower—all of it was designed to drive you wild. his presence was overwhelming, his dominance palpable, and yet there was something undeniably intimate in the way he undressed before you, his gaze softening just enough to let you see the depth of his desire.

when he was finally bare, he hovered over you, his body blocking out the world around you. his hand slid beneath your chin, tilting your face up so that you were forced to meet his eyes. “i’m going to fuck you slow,” he whispered, his breath ghosting over your lips, “make sure you feel every inch of me.”

your heart pounded at his words, your body responding with a fresh flood of arousal as you nodded, too breathless to speak. the weight of his promise hung between you, and when he kissed you again, it was with a tenderness that belied the raw need pulsing between you.

sylus shifted, his hips settling between your thighs, and you could feel the hardness of him pressing against your entrance, slick with your need. the anticipation was almost unbearable, your body trembling beneath him as you waited for him to finally take you.

and then he did.

with one slow, deliberate thrust, sylus sank into you, the stretch of him filling you completely, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. your mouth fell open in a soundless gasp, your nails digging into his back as he filled you inch by agonizing inch. he was big—almost too much—but the delicious pressure was exactly what you needed, the perfect combination of pain and pleasure that left you breathless.

“fuck…” sylus groaned, his voice rough and thick as he buried himself to the hilt, his hips pressed flush against yours. he paused there, his forehead dropping to rest against yours as he gave you a moment to adjust, his breath hot and ragged against your lips.

“you feel so fucking good,” he muttered, his voice tight with restraint as his hips rolled ever so slightly, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your core.

“so do you…” you breathed, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. the feeling of him inside you, stretching you, filling you so completely—it was intoxicating. you could feel every pulse of him, every twitch, and it made you desperate for more.

sylus chuckled softly, darkly, and then he began to move.

slow, deliberate thrusts at first, each one measured, his hips pulling back just enough to make you ache before sinking deep again, hitting that perfect spot that sent pleasure radiating through your entire body. your nails raked down his back as he set a steady, languid pace, his eyes never leaving yours as he fucked you with a precision that made your head spin.

“you’re mine,” he whispered against your lips, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. “every fucking inch of you.”

his words sent a thrill of pleasure straight to your core, and you couldn’t hold back the soft moans that spilled from your lips as his thrusts grew deeper, more insistent. the slow drag of him inside you, the way his cock filled you completely—it was almost too much, and yet not enough. you wanted more. you needed more.

“faster…” you gasped, your hips bucking up against his, desperate for him to give you what you craved.

“you’re so impatient, sweetie.” sylus teased, though his eyes darkened with lust as he obliged, his pace quickening just enough to make your breath catch. his hips snapped against yours with a bit more force, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

the sound of skin against skin, the breathless moans, the whispered curses—it all blended together into a symphony of desire, your bodies moving in perfect harmony as the tension built between you. sylus’s control was slipping, you could feel it in the way his hips stuttered, the way his breath came in rough, ragged gasps, but he held on, driving you both higher and higher.

you were close. so close.

“sy… i’m—” your voice broke off into a cry as the pleasure became too much, your body arching off the bed as your orgasm crashed over you, a tidal wave of sensation that left you trembling beneath him.

sylus groaned, his grip tightening on your hips as he chased his own release, his thrusts becoming erratic, desperate. and then, with a low growl of your name, he came, his body tensing as he spilled inside you, filling you with a warmth that made your entire body hum with satisfaction.

you were still breathless, your body trembling in the aftermath of your release, when sylus slowly pulled out of you. a soft whimper escaped your lips at the loss of him, your body still sensitive and aching from the intensity of your orgasm. but you didn’t have long to recover.

sylus’s strong hands were on you in an instant, flipping you onto your stomach with an effortless motion. before you could even process what was happening, he was behind you, pulling your hips up so that you were on all fours, your chest pressed into the sheets and your ass raised high for him.

"we’re not done yet," he growled, his voice thick with lust as he knelt behind you. you could feel the heat of him against your skin, the way his hands gripped your hips with possessive strength, and it sent a fresh wave of arousal flooding through you.

“sy…” you moaned, your body responding instantly to the new position. you could already feel yourself throbbing with need again, the ache between your thighs demanding more of him, and it didn’t take long for him to oblige.

with one hand still gripping your hip, sylus used his other hand to guide his cock to your entrance, the thick head sliding through your slick folds with ease. your breath hitched in anticipation, your body already quivering as you waited for him to fill you again.

and then, without warning, he thrust into you.

the sensation of him filling you from behind, deeper than before, was overwhelming. you gasped, your fingers clawing at the sheets as your body adjusted to the new angle, the stretch of him even more intense in this position. his hands tightened on your hips, holding you in place as he buried himself inside you, the force of his thrusts sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body.

"fuck, you feel so good," sylus groaned, his voice a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down your spine. his grip on your hips tightened, pulling you back against him as he began to move with slow, deliberate thrusts, each one driving him deep inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made your vision blur.

the new angle allowed him to go deeper, the head of his cock brushing against a spot inside you that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your core. every time he pulled out and thrust back in, it felt like he was reaching parts of you that had never been touched before, and the pleasure was almost too much to bear.

your moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that only seemed to spur him on. sylus's thrusts grew harder, faster, each one more powerful than the last, his hips slamming against yours with a ferocity that left you breathless. the sound of skin against skin, the wetness between your thighs, the ragged breaths that escaped both of you—it all blended together into a dizzying haze of lust and desire.

"look at you, taking me so well," sylus growled, his voice thick with approval as he watched your body move beneath him. his hands slid up your sides, trailing over the curve of your waist, your back, before tangling in your hair and pulling your head back just enough to make your back arch even more. "such a good little slut for me."

his words sent a thrill of heat straight to your core, and you couldn’t hold back the desperate moan that escaped your lips. your body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure as sylus continued to pound into you from behind, his cock filling you over and over again with an intensity that made your knees weak.

“oh god…” you gasped, your voice shaky and breathless as the pleasure built inside you once more. you could feel another orgasm approaching, your body teetering on the edge of oblivion, and you knew it wouldn’t take much to push you over.

sylus seemed to sense it too. his pace quickened, his hips snapping against yours with a punishing rhythm, each thrust sending you higher and higher until the pleasure was almost unbearable. his hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head back just enough for him to lean down and whisper in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"come for me, sweetie." he growled, his voice low and demanding. "i want to feel you come around my cock again."

his words were your undoing.

with a sharp cry of his name, your body shattered beneath him, your second orgasm ripping through you with an intensity that left you trembling and gasping for breath. your walls clenched around him, milking his cock as waves of pleasure washed over you, leaving you completely at his mercy.

sylus groaned at the feeling of you tightening around him, his pace faltering as your orgasm sent him spiraling into his own release. with a few more powerful thrusts, he buried himself deep inside you one last time, his body tensing as he came, spilling hot and thick inside you.

for a moment, the only sound in the room was the heavy, labored breathing of both of you, your bodies still trembling in the aftermath of your intense release. sylus collapsed onto the bed beside you, pulling you against his chest, his arms wrapping around you possessively as the two of you lay there in the dark, your bodies still tangled together.

"you’re mine," he murmured softly, his lips pressing against the top of your head as he held you close. "don’t forget that."

you smiled, your body still buzzing with the afterglow of pleasure, and you snuggled deeper into his embrace, letting the warmth of his body lull you into a blissful haze.

“never,” you whispered back, your fingers tracing lazy circles over his chest as you let your eyes flutter shut, completely sated and content in his arms.

as the afterglow of your last orgasm lingered in the air, you barely had time to catch your breath before sylus’s hand gripped your waist again, his touch firm and commanding. your heart skipped a beat when you felt him shift, pulling you out of the sheets and onto your feet. confusion flickered in your eyes for a moment, but the burning intensity in his gaze left no room for doubt. he wasn’t done with you—far from it.

with a swift movement, he had you pinned against the nearest wall, your cheek pressed to the cool surface as he caged you in with his muscular body. his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he yanked your head back slightly, forcing you to arch your back.

“you thought that was enough?” he growled against your ear, his voice low and dripping with dominance. his free hand trailed down your spine, making you shiver with anticipation. “i’m not finished until i’ve completely ruined you.”

before you could respond, his palm came down hard against your ass, the sharp slap reverberating through the room. the sudden impact sent a jolt of heat straight to your core, and a soft gasp escaped your lips as he spanked you again, this time harder. the sting lingered, but it only fueled the fire burning between your thighs.

“s-sy…” you whimpered, your voice barely a breath as he grabbed your hips and yanked them back, positioning you just where he wanted—completely at his mercy. your body was arched, ass pushed out, and your breasts pressed against the wall. the submissive position left you feeling exposed and vulnerable, but the sheer dominance radiating off sylus had your pulse racing with excitement.

“don’t worry, i’m going to take care of you,” he murmured darkly, his hand sliding up your side to cup one of your breasts. his fingers teased your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, sending a wave of pleasure through your already sensitive body. you moaned, pushing your hips back toward him in desperation, aching for him to fill you again.

he chuckled at your neediness, his free hand coming down to spank you once more, the force of it making you gasp. “such a good girl for me,” he rasped, his tone a mix of dominance and possessiveness. “but you’re going to take even more.”

with one swift movement, sylus slid back inside you, his cock plunging deep into your soaking heat. the force of his thrust made you cry out, your hands flying to brace yourself against the wall as he began to fuck you with a brutal, punishing rhythm. this time, there was no slowness, no teasing—just pure, raw dominance as he took you from behind, his grip on your hips so tight you were sure it would leave bruises.

each powerful thrust drove you against the wall, the intensity of his pace leaving you breathless. the sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with your moans and his grunts of pleasure. his hand slipped up to your throat, fingers wrapping around your neck in a possessive grip as he yanked you back against his chest.

“look at you,” he growled, his breath hot against your ear as he tightened his hold around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch. “completely mine.”

his words sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you, and you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips as his other hand slid around to cup your breasts, pinching your nipples roughly. the combination of his hand on your throat, the relentless pounding of his cock, and the sharp sensation of his fingers on your nipples had your mind spinning, pleasure building with each passing second.

“you like it when i take you like this, don’t you?” sylus rasped, his voice rough and dripping with dominance. “you love it when i fuck you like you’re my toy.”

you could only nod, your body trembling as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level. his words, his touch, the way he was using you—it was overwhelming, intoxicating, and all you could do was give yourself over to him completely. your back arched even more, and you cried out when his hand moved from your throat to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back with enough force to make your body arch sharply.

“you’re going to take everything i give you,” he growled, his hand coming down to spank you once again. the sharp slap against your ass sent a surge of heat straight to your core, and you whimpered, your body trembling from the intensity of it all.

his grip on your hair tightened as he began to fuck you even harder, each thrust more brutal than the last. your body was pressed against the wall, completely pinned by his overwhelming strength as he pounded into you from behind, your moans turning into desperate cries of pleasure. every time his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside you, it sent shockwaves of bliss through your body, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge once again.

“fuck, you feel so good,” sylus groaned, his hand sliding down your stomach to where your bodies were joined, his fingers brushing against your clit. the sudden stimulation made you gasp, your body jolting in his grip as he rubbed slow, deliberate circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“sylus, please…” you whimpered, your voice barely a breath as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak. you could feel your orgasm building fast, your entire body trembling as he continued to fuck you with ruthless precision, his fingers teasing your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

“come for me, sweetie.” sylus demanded, his voice rough and commanding. “i want to feel you come around my cock while i fuck you.”

his words pushed you over the edge, and with a loud, desperate cry, your body convulsed in his arms, your orgasm tearing through you with an intensity that left you gasping for air. your walls clenched around him, squeezing his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you completely undone.

“that’s it,” sylus growled, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. “fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”

with one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came, his hot release filling you completely. his hand gripped your hair even tighter as he held you against him, his body shaking with the force of his climax.

for a moment, neither of you moved. your bodies were still pressed together, both of you breathing heavily as you came down from the intense high of your shared pleasure. sylus slowly released his grip on your hair, his hand sliding down to rest on your waist as he gently pulled you back against his chest, his lips brushing over the side of your neck.

“you’re fucking incredible,” he murmured softly, his voice filled with admiration as he kissed your shoulder.

your body was still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm, but you managed a small, breathless laugh as you leaned into his touch. “you’re not so bad yourself,” you teased, your voice barely a whisper as you let your eyes flutter shut, completely spent and sated in his arms.

sylus chuckled softly, his arms wrapping around you protectively as the two of you sank to the floor, completely tangled together in the aftermath of your intense, passionate encounter.

[empty-vessel-of-a-person]

The way they held hands is so intimate. It’s really showing us that their affection for each other is mutual… I’m crying….

[lovelaughsimp]

me bullying Zayne as always :3

[goldenstring6123]

Zayne: Morning Afterglow

Warning: Smut, MDNI, 18+, 2k words, no plot (just a lazy morning), gentle (?) sex, Cunnilingus, unprotected sex, sensual love making. AFAB!reader, Reader may or may not be the mc.

Author's note: how do you write gentle sex exactly???? request made by anon!

A big hand roamed the expanse of your back, tasting its warmth.

For a second, the touch disappeared, changing to a single finger. Carefully, it traced every dip and crevice formed by your position as you lay on your side—your spine, the dip in your shoulder blades, the folds of your love handles, and your Venus dimples.

You held your breath at the thought of Zayne doing it. He's been doing this the whole week. Whenever you were distracted by something, his hand would always come into contact with your body, touching it for his own amusement. It wasn't even intimate or erotic; it was just plain eccentric and out of character.

"Are you that interested in my body? How scandalous of you, Dr. Zayne!" You exclaimed, over-exaggerating your tone.

To your words, he merely responded with a blink and a stare before turning away from you. You were perplexed. Who wouldn't be?! Is this his way of getting accustomed to touching you?

"I know you're awake," Zayne whispered, his lips just behind your ears. You shiver at the lowness of his voice and stiffen as his hand lands on your hips. "Why are you holding your breath?"

"I was woken up to you touching me," you replied back. It's not that you were complaining about it, but it felt… nice. Even if there was no malice to his touch, it sent a small jolt of electrical shock from your back to everywhere. "But good morning."

Zayne's lips touched the nape of your neck, placing a light kiss. His hand, which was on your hip, traced carefully from your waist up to your shoulder. You can't help but crave a kiss, so you slightly turn behind you and meet his face. "Are you still sore from last night?" he gently asked, giving another peck on the forehead.

You shook your head from side to side.

"Good," he whispered, accompanied by a kiss on the nose. Zayne tugged off the plain white duvet that was the only thing covering your naked body. That took you off guard. "May I?" he asked, and you finally rolled to his side of the bed, revealing yourself in all your naked glory. Hickey-riddled neck and collarbones, your stomach, your pinkish thighs, and your supple breasts. He basked in the sight of you riddled with his love marks.

"What's gotten you so eager this morning?" you asked, but he did not respond. He simply pulled you closer and finally laid a kiss on your lips. You had to blink thrice before giving in to his all-too-gentle kiss—a stark contrast to the harsh, hungry kisses he was gnawing out of you last night.

You opened your lips and let his tongue enter, pushing and sliding against yours while shallow whimpers escaped your mouth. You could still taste the sweetness of the chocolate from last night. His hand didn't lay dormant; it stroked and touched everything it came across before landing on your nipples.

"Mhm?" you let out when his cold fingertips brushed the peak of your breasts. You arched your chest out even further in the hopes of coming into contact with his fingers again. Your breasts were more sensitive that morning, probably due to Zayne's rough suckling and kneading. The light hue had turned more reddish, and it seemed like they were almost swollen, yet they didn't hurt at all.

You and your lover pulled away from the kiss, a silver thread connecting both of your tongues. Zayne adored the redness of your ears and your low-lidded eyes; you were in a trance as well, certainly in the mood for much more.

He got on his elbows and lowered his face onto your left breast, blowing on it. You flinched at the cold air, making you grab a fistful of his black locks. You glared at him, and he grinned. He opened his mouth and gently lapped at your breast. The other hand found its way to the right and flicked on the nipple at the same time his tongue struck up.

"Ah…" Your back lifted slightly, but the rest of Zayne's body was pressing you down. Despite it not hurting, he was still gentle with his actions. He sucked lightly, swirling his tongue and teasing the bud. You enjoyed the efforts of his mouth and fingers, letting out a sequence of weak moans.

Every movement was like a small electric spark from your chest down to your womanhood.

You can't help but let out ragged breaths as your heart beat strongly against your chest. You attempted to calm yourself down by staring at the ceiling, yet Zayne playfully bit your nipple and pinched the other. You thrust your hips against his stomach and let out a loud, unguarded moan.

You could feel something hardening and rubbing against your own thigh, but you couldn't really care less because your lover showered your torso with so many kisses. He left trails and trails of them all over, worshipping your body like a devoted believer. He went lower and lower, and his mouth stopped right at your entrance.

Zayne paused, eyeing every mark he left. He then eyed your womanhood, gazing at it with slight hunger.

The warmth of Zayne's body had disappeared from your own, and the cold wind of the air conditioner took its place. There came the slight embarrassment on your face—he was staring for too long, even if there was nothing to look at down there.

You instinctively closed your thighs shut, but it was soon a futile attempt as Zayne's hands held them open. "Don't close your legs, Honey." Zayne could see the blush on your cheeks, and you couldn't do anything other than lay your head back and wait. For dear life, you grabbed one of Zayne's pillows and pressed it over your eyes and the bridge of your nose. Partially, it was because you were shy, but deep down, you did it because you wanted to feel the sensation even more.

You waited. The minute seemed like an hour, but then finally, finally, you could feel your lover's mouth. You swallowed your saliva and spread your legs a little wider. Zayne kissed the inners of your thighs and gave you a generous, fluid-coated lick, lathering your pussy. You throbbed as his hot tongue brushed on the lips of your womanhood.

"Mhhm," you let out. His finger briefly disappeared from your thighs, but then you suddenly felt yourself being opened. You pressed the pillow harder on your eyes to cope with the embarrassment you felt at being wide open. It wasn't your first time with Zayne, and it's not uncommon for him to do this, but every time, you can't help but feel the shame.

Your hips squirmed at the cold air, but at the same time, you throbbed, feeling a slimy fluid drip out of your hole. "Zayne…" you called in the hopes that he could hurry it up. The surgeon's green eyes flickered up to you, but he clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. Why were you covering your face with the pillow?

Swiftly, he yanked it away from you and discarded it to the floor. And while you were in the midst of complaining, his tongue nudged your clit. Slowly, you could feel Zayne's tongue move side to side, firmly and quickly, wasting no time to prepare you. "Ah! Ah! Zayne!" you screamed, hips bucking higher to add more pressure to his face. He wrapped his hands around your thigh while your hand was still in his hair.

He continued eating you out, holding you in the same position all the while he got drunk off of the lewd noises that came from your mouth. You were ebbing at the sensation. Your sex organ was clenching and relaxing at the pleasurable sensations coming from your clit. "Ah—Zayne, I'm—" You couldn't continue your words.

The moment you locked eyes with Zayne, a gentle heat radiated from your core.

The muscles in your legs tightened, and your back arched. A familiar, wonderful tingle erupted out of your vagina. You felt yourself burst, the uninterrupted pleasure prolonged by Zayne's continuous lapping. He held on to you and focused on your reactions, adoring how you whimpered out of pleasure.

You basked momentarily in the bliss that your body had experienced, ignoring your lover, who quietly disappeared from between your legs. You closed your eyes for a moment.

You didn't know what it was you experienced, but it was certainly new—an orgasm that wasn't hard, yet it was a satisfactory one. You stared at the ceiling, a portion of your energy depleted from the early morning activities. Your lids grew heavy, and the cool breeze was nice against the skin, but before you could even doze off, a hand wrapped itself around your calves.

"Eh?" one of your legs had been hung above Zayne's shoulder, and when you glanced to look, there he was again in between your legs. Zayne's cock stood upright, rock solid, like it was ready to burst.

"Can…I put it in?" he asked, rubbing his cheek on your ankle. His ears were deep red, and his eyes were almost pleading. Who could say no to him? You nodded, and Zayne aligned himself with your entrance.

The high and sensitivity from your orgasm were still there, but you were still eager to move on. You marveled at Zayne's well-toned torso, seeing it move as he thrust his hip forward, careful not to hurt you. The stretch didn't hurt; if anything, it felt good. He pushed himself in further, stopping every now and then because your insides were throbbing.

Your insides squeezed his cock in an irregular rhythm, and it felt good. It was hot inside you, and he was craving more, but it felt like It was the right moment to bask in this sensation. Zayne began to lightly move his hips, giving you shallow thrusts. He held onto your thigh, fingers digging into the flesh a bit while his other hand was guiding his hip.

Heavy breaths escaped from his lips. He was trying his best to hold back, but he couldn't help but let out a few mewls. It felt good inside you. Maddeningly good, yet uncannily, there was no urge to go rougher. He wanted to take his sweet time.

His shallow thrusts went deeper and deeper until you were practically being rocked against him. Your skin rubbed against the sheets while your insides felt like they were being repeatedly stretched, filled one moment and empty the next. Your vision was turning white, flickering with every movement.

Zayne's pace was becoming faster and faster, and it was evident that he was moving to please himself even more. His girth was perfect, managing to add just the right amount of pressure to your favorite spot while his tip kept kissing and touching your cervix. He relished how you were sucking him in, not wanting to let go.

He kept his pace for a little while longer, but then he changed his position, lifting the other leg and pushing himself right over you. He dipped his hips into your opening. "Deep…" you panted. "Zayne—you're so deep…" He kept on doing it until you could practically hear both of your skins making slapping noises.

The series of noises grew louder and louder until Zayne wasn't holding back his relished moans, the guttural noises turning you on even more. He lowered his head to your ear and nibbled lightly while he pushed open your fingers, intertwining them together. "Cumming…mhm!" He kept on thrusting and thrusting, getting sloppier until Zayne buried himself, his everything, into yours.

You let out a choked cry, and Zayne let out a quivering moan in return, his abs and body stiffening as you felt spurts of white hit against your inner flesh. It was hot—and filling you up.

He thrust a little bit more, eager to prolong his ejaculation, but soon after, his body wilted onto yours.

"Honey," you cried, tapping his sweat-riddled back. Your lover was still breathing heavily, a little fuzzy over his climax. "You're heavy…" you whispered in his ear. While he kept himself inside you, as more seconds passed, you felt him go a little softer, with his breathing balanced out. When you turned your head, merely centimeters apart from his—he was fast asleep.

"A lazy day it is," You thought, falling asleep while being crushed underneath your lover's weight.

It was a peaceful morning in your residence.

Author footnotes: I added Caleb because I want to slowly integrate him to my works.

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A TASTE OF HONEY - SYLUS QIN X READER

Warnings : insecurities & body image issues, chubby & curvy!reader, mentions of stretch marks, body worship, praise kink, marking, very mild breast & nipple play, implied cunnilingus, reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns!

Genre : smut n loooots of comfort☹️🫶🏽

Word count : 1.4K words

Additional notes : This was a paid commission I made of a lovely OC with Sylus, and this version is just the slightly more non-specific version I took permission from my commissioner to post, so that all fem!readers can see what my commissions are like! If you’re interested let me know💗

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“Another event, another dress with your name on it, sweetie.” Sylus’ grin as he walked into their bedroom would’ve almost been infectious, had her mood been entirely different than it currently was. Right now, though? His words seemed to have cast a curse onto her.

She had to fight against her growing irritation. It’s not his fault, he didn’t do anything to deserve it—unlike the majority of the times he’d earned her ire. This time, the dismayed feeling in her chest at the sight of the exquisite dress draped onto the back of the dresser’s chair was entirely because of her own racing thoughts.

“Skipping out tonight,” she simply mumbled under her breath, collapsing onto the bed with weary bones and an exhausted expression like she’d run a hundred miles. And she really had, just inside her head.

Sylus—ever perceptive Sylus—frowned at that, taking a seat at the edge of the bed beside her. “Tired?” Concern filled his eyes, and it only grew worse as she seemed to curl in on herself and burrow deeper into the mattress. “I could cancel.”

With a sigh, she shook her head “You’re Onychinus’ leader. You have to be there. My moods shouldn’t dictate whether or not you go.”

“You have the privilege of commanding me to do whatever you want. I say you abuse that right.” It was clear from his teasing tone that he was trying to get a lighthearted reaction from her, and upon receiving none, his voice turned softer. “Seriously, what’s wrong, darling?”

Her grip tightened on the bedsheet, blinking back the tears as she trained her gaze on her fingers. “I just… don’t want to wear that dress.”

Sylus was silent for a few moments, before he nodded. “Okay. Is it not to your liking?”

“Not really.” With a shuddering breath, she sniffled a little, trying to calm herself down as Sylus’ hand gently stroked her calves in a soothing motion. There was no point in getting so worked up after all, it’s always been the same. “Those types of dresses always show my stretch marks. They’re… kind of short. And tight. And weird-looking on me.”

Screw not getting worked up; her tears were dripping down her face at this point, her vision blurry and her heart heavy with each word that spilled forth. “It feels like every single one of these outfits makes my thighs look big, and my body’s not made for wearing them. It’s just… wrong, like I’m unworthy,” she choked on the last word in despair.

She could hear Sylus sighing, a twinge of sadness she’d never heard before lacing his words. “You couldn’t be more wrong.” Firm in tone, yet not unkind, her boyfriend leaned in and rubbed her forearms gently, making sure to meet her watery eyes as he did. “These dresses only show just how breathtaking you are, and how you belong by my side.” A crooked grin made its way on his face. “If anything, it feels like I have to earn my place next to you.”

“No! You—”

“See how absurd it sounds?” His deep voice was soft as he gently nudged her on her back, climbing in on top of her as his fingers delicately brushed back her hair. “I can never get enough of you. Of every inch of you. I almost refuse to believe you.” His gaze grew impossibly softer, voice even quieter, and his hand even gentler as it traced down her ear, rhythmically stroking at her neck. “But I know that really is what you’ve driven yourself to believe. And I can’t blame you for that.”

Wiping at her own cheeks, she tried her best to make herself feel less sorry. “It’s no one’s fault but mine. It’s not like anyone else has been telling these things to me.” What on earth was she doing, crying to him over dresses? Or her appearance at some stupid events? Or was it simply her body? She didn’t know at this point. All she knew was that she wanted to stop feeling so distraught over something so…

Before she could continue that train of thought, Sylus had silenced her rushing brain with a slow, open-mouthed kiss and a steady grip on her waist. Even now, he was ever the tease, nipping at her lower lip and huffing out a fond laugh as he heard her breath hitch, before pulling back. In half-defeat, he said, “Maybe I’m the one to blame for neglecting to remind you of what I think of you.”

He peppered kisses down her jaw and to her neck, his teeth grazing and sucking at the warm skin there. With a hiss, her hand reached out to pull him closer by the back of his head, and all he could breathe out against her was a stilted, “How often I think of you.” Practiced hands almost blindly pulled down the strap of her silk slip for more access, as he left his bold marks across her neck. His hair tickled her, but she reveled in the feeling even more as he traced a path down the top of her breasts.

They were heaving with the effort of having to pretend she wasn’t falling apart at the seams with his mere touch, and he let out a half-groan as his hand reached out to cup one, while he sucked more hickeys onto the flushed skin of the other. It was too much, but somehow not enough to ease the growing ache between her legs. “Sy,” she whispered, a plea in his name, quickly turning into a whimper of pleasure as his tongue boldly flicked at her nipple through the silk. “Don’t be cruel.”

“Mm. I could never. My pretty girl likes it when I indulge her, I know,” he muttered, ruby eyes flicking up to meet hers and pinning her down with just a gaze as he kneaded at her soft breasts through the thin fabric, his touch burning through her like wildfire. “Tell me where you want me. What you want me to do, to show you how I could never stop wanting you and your body.”

Swallowing thickly, her fingers dug into his silvery hair, like it was second nature, guiding him where she needed him the most. “Want your lips on me, please,” she whispered, as if it were explanation enough for the sudden dizzying heat of the room, and her eyes swimming with unwrought desire. “Tell me you want me like this. I… I need it. Need you.”

The chuckle that spilled from Sylus’ lips was lovesick, and then his large palms pushed her smooth slip up to her waist and expertly tugged down the ruined lacy underwear. “As if I could stop wanting someone so divine.” He sweetly kissed her navel, then completely diverted from his path for a second to squeeze at her thighs, hooking them up on his broad shoulders.

Even between her legs, he looked invincible—more so when he maintained their intense, passion-riddled eye contact as he suckled at the skin of her inner thighs. “So sweet, so perfect right in front of me,” he sighed, almost in just as much pleasure as she was while he brushed his thumb back and forth near the apex of her thighs, mapping out every stretch mark under his adoring touch, and giving her hips a firm squeeze as his hands wandered everywhere they could reach.

Her head was filled with cotton, all her senses consumed by him and all he was. “I can spell out just what you want me to say with my tongue instead.” The very prospect of it sent even more molten heat pooling to her core. Sylus’ tongue would be her undoing. She knew it, her body knew it, and his grin that turned wicked meant that he could see perfectly well just how dripping wet the idea made her.

That smirk was almost predatory; like she was his prey, all prepped and prettily pinned for him. It shouldn’t have aroused her so badly, knowing that he’d torture her with sheer blinding pleasure and a sinful tongue, and yet she could feel herself clench around nothing. He was her undoing, and always would be, especially when his voice was such a low purr. “And you can ride my face until you can translate every filthy word. What do you say, sweetie?”

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Hiii ,can I request a Zayne ABC (NSFW ) headcanons?

love and deep space💫

❄𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐁𝐂'𝐒❆

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Authors note: haii i hope you like this Anon♡ Zayne might be OOC! plus I'm doing this half asleep but that's ok☺ Also i am not that far ahead in the story so please bare with me! (BTW did anyone get the new Sylus memory yet I'm struggling so bad for some reason, and it's been out for WEEKS!!! I'm desperate for this man!!)

There will be mistakes!!!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒: NSFW! MDNI!!! there will be sexual content as this is a NSFW ABC'S

𝐀: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱)

•He is the king of aftercare he loves taking care of you, he has everything you need I'm talking towels, water, etc.

•He loves running you a bath afterwards with your favorite scent, bath bomb, bubble, etc.

•I feel like he loves to also massage you afterwards to because you might get some cramps from being put in different position's

•He will definitely still take care of you even if you do fall asleep on him your health is very important to him

𝐁: 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫’𝐬)

•He loves his hands the most because they can save people in surgery, etc.

•I feel like he wouldn't care what you look like because he's the type of man that looks more for the inside of you rather than appearance of you

•He might like your thighs more than normal tho because he likes sleeping on them and the feeling of the squishiness beneath his fingers (i like to think he's a thigh guy)

𝐂: 𝐂𝐮𝐦 (𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐦)

•I feel like he loves to cum on you face or your stomach he likes when your painted with his seed

•UNLESS you both talked about having a child then he will love releasing inside of you the most

𝐃: 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

•He stole one of your panties before and used it for masturbation while he was away at the hospital for a while

•I don't think he would ever tell you that because he's embarrassed of what he did

𝐄: 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐃𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

•Well, he's definitely not a virgin but i feel like he was a little bit inexperienced because he works all the time, and he never really has time to do that type of stuff

•I feel like as you and him started to have sex more then he will be experienced in what to do for you in bed

𝐅: 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

•I don't know i think he's a classic guy with sex position until he wants to start exploring more in bed

•So far i think his favorite sex position would me missionary or doggy style like i said he's a classic guy

•But he might like missionary the most because he can see your face convert in pleasure and he can give you kisses

𝐆: 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲 (𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡��𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

•He is not goofy at all

•He is focused on making you scream there's no time to laugh or crack jokes

•But he does chuckle sometimes when you beg for more-

𝐇: 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥-𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲, 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

•He definitely takes care of himself so i don't think he would like down there to get to out of control but there is still some hair down there

•If you have a bush, he won't care he will just explore the jungle like it's his favorite activity on a weekend

𝐈: 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭)

•Oh man is he a romantic dream

•He is so gentle and loving sometimes it brings tears to your eyes because oh my gosh this man is a fever dream

•While you're doing the deed he always likes to asks if this is ok, are you ok, etc

𝐉: 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐟𝐟 (𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧)

•He does not jack off as much as you would think

•He is always busy in the hospital, so he doesn't really have much time to do that

•He wants you to help him anyways

𝐊: 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 (𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬)

•Ice play- is definitely one of his kinks he can make anything you want out of his evol

•Blindfolding- is one to like he loves how you don't know what he's going to do to you next, he likes to surprise you

•Breeding- He loves to cum inside of you because he likes how you feel around his dick, he also wants to get you pregnant (he's a family guy)

𝐋: 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨)

•He doesn't like doing it in public that much

•But sometimes he does it in his office or a random cafe bathroom whenever he's more desperate or if you get him jealous

•The both of you has fucked everywhere in his house.

𝐌: 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠)

•I feel like if you tease him like brush against his dick with your hand or butt, he will think that you want to have sex right then and there

•Whenever you groan or make a small noise he thinks its cute but it does something to him he doesn't want to admit

𝐍: 𝐍𝐨 (𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐬)

•He will never hurt you he's still iffy about spanking you but he gives in sometimes because you might beg for it but when he spanks you, he does it lightly

•He will never fuck you in front of someone that's a big no for him you're his and he is yours

𝐎: 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

•He loves to give you oral the most i feel like he wouldn't care if you sucked him off or not because he's focused on you but sometimes he wants you to suck him off first

•He eats your pussy like his life depended on it, he treats you so good he got your legs shaking in the air

𝐏: 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞 (𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡? 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥?)

•He likes doing it slow and sensual, but he will do whatever you ask him except sometimes

•He likes dragging it out because whenever the both of you release its feel better then fast and rough

•If you want it fast and rough, then he will give it to you and make you regret ever asking him that

𝐐: 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 (𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

•He doesn't like quickies but sometimes he does them anyways because he needs you asap

•He likes to use sec as a way to spend time with you to so that's why he hates doing quickies because he can't spend as much time with you as he wants

𝐑: 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

•He would love to experiment with whatever he and you are comfortable with

•Then he would randomly do whatever the both of you tried and if you liked it in bed (he loves to surprise you)

𝐒: 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭…)

•He has a lot of stamina i would say so he could go for 4-5 rounds on a good day and maybe 2-3 on a bad day

•He lasts about 20-25 minutes every round close to it

•Or he will stop whenever you can't go no more

𝐓: 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬 (𝐃𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬? 𝐃𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? 𝐎𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬?)

•He owns a lot of toys like dildos, vibrators, gags, etc and there all for you

•He uses them on you all the time mostly, but he does experiment and uses the vibrator on himself like you might asked for him to do

𝐔: 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞)

•He is so unfair, but he knows when to stop

•He likes to pull out right as you were about to cum or just straight up ruin your orgasm for fun

•He also likes to rub his dick around your pussy to make you beg him to put it in

𝐕: 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞)

•He is not the loud but after a round or two you will hear him whimper and grunt louder

•He knows you think he's hot when he moans and grunts so he does it in your ear so he can feel you clench around him

𝐖: 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝 (𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧)

•He fell down the hospital stairs before without nobody noticing so he ran away from the scene (he's embarrassed about it)

𝐗: 𝐗-𝐑𝐚𝐲 (𝐋𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬)

•I think he's bigger than average but just by a little so he might be 7'9 inches but he's very thick

•He is very proud of how big he is

𝐘: 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞?)

•His sex drive is not that high but sometimes he just gets so stressed and pent up then he can just go on for hours

•He feels bad for you whenever he gets pent up like that, so he goes and buys you some ice cream

𝐙: 𝐙𝐙𝐙 (… 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬)

•He doesn't fall asleep right away he wants to make sure your ok

•He will do everything for you whatever you ask him to do he will do

•He's the king of aftercare♡

And that concludes this post I hope you like it! make sure you like and comment I would appreciate it♡♡

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[faintrustle]

ZAYNE with longer hair:

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Accident Prone

Sylus x Y/N - drabble -772 WC

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, based off a request, slight injury, very cute

Sylus watched as you cut up the fruit you insisted on having for a snack. It was a regular Saturday but you insisted on pampering your sleepy mob boss boyfriend. So he sat at the island and watched you hum while you sliced away. 

“Careful sweetie.” Sylus said as you got a little too close to your finger for his comfort.

“I’m a pro.” you said waving him off. This would have been true if you weren't the definition of clumsy. You turned with the plate of fruit in your hand, but your socks had it out for you today. You felt yourself starting to slip, you shoved the fruit to the counter before you slipped, knife in hand. You didn’t feel it immediately, you saw the blood first. Sylus rushed to your side, the small knife sticking out of your thigh.

You sat in silence as you felt tears starting to stream down your face. Sylus didn’t hesitate, slipping his arm under your legs to pick you up. He sat you on the counter before he used his evol, disappearing before you then reappearing with his first aid kit in hand. You called it “the mob kit” because it was basically a triage kit, holding way more than the basic supplies of a normal first aid kit. Thankfully you weren't wearing pants so he didn't have to cut anything off you. 

Sylus held your face in his hands, “Hey honey, I need you to look at me ok? Focus on me ok? Look at me…” he said before his evol ripped the knife from your leg.

You let out a sharp shriek, you felt it all now. You watched as blood trickled down your leg, spilling onto the floor and island countertop. 

“You did so good, baby so so good.” Sylus said, inspecting the cut. “Good news - no stitches. I’ll give you some poor man stitches instead.” 

You sniffled, trying to be tough in front of Sylus who had suffered far greater injuries. You nodded at him, giving him permission to do whatever he needed to do. 

Sylus cleaned your wound with iodine to avoid it stinging, he wanted to save you as much pain as possible. Once the wound had clotted enough to wrap he pinched the skin together slightly, sealing it with super glue. 

“That’s poor man's stitches? Glue?” you asked, slightly shocked.

“Sure is. You know how many of my scars are from these kinds of stitches?” he said with a chuckle. 

He blew softly on the glue to help it dry, tapping it lightly to make sure it was dry and would hold. Once he was satisfied, Sylus started wrapping gauze around your leg, pinning it in place so you could walk around and not have it ride down or irritate your skin. 

“There we go, my brave little klutz. I really have to keep an eye on you, you’re so accident prone.” he laughed, setting his hand down on the countertop. Well, what he thought was the countertop. His hand made contact with the plate of food, sliding out from under him. The fruit scattered over the counter and the floor but Sylus caught himself before he could get hurt.

“What were you saying about me being accident prone?” you said, stifling a laugh. “I worked hard to make that fruit plate, now look.” You could see the slightest dusting of pink on Sylus’ cheeks. 

Sylus rolled his eyes as he picked up a slice of peach from the counter, biting off half before offering the other half to you. You smiled, taking it between your teeth, giving his finger a quick nip while you did so. You could see a flame stoke in him. You looked at him with innocent eyes, pretending like you weren’t trying to tease him. 

“Think we can manage a way to get to the bedroom without having another accident?” Sylus asked, taking your hands and helping you off the counter. 

“I guess we’ll find out.” you said, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. 

He smiled as he watched you walk towards your shared bedroom, a small limp in your step. You felt Sylus’ evol wrap around you, carrying you to the bed. He leaned over you, pulling the fluffy comforter over you. “Stay here.” he said before disappearing once again. He reappeared once more after a moment, handing you a pain killer. 

You swallowed it with some water. “Thank you baby.” you smiled, pulling him down by the collar of his shirt to kiss him. 

Sylus smiled into the kiss, deepening it as he tilted your chin up.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello all! Hope ya'll like this one, its based off a request from a while back. I'll be writing a few fics tonight since I'm working an overnight. Love ya'll XOXOXOXOXOX

[tumbling-through-deepspace]

Shenanigans with LADS men x Lyssa

Numero 6.

Mephisto will not be excluded

Others will be subjected to the madness 🤭

Rafayel

Lyssa waiting impatiently for Rafayel to answer his phone.

Finally picking up after the third attempt

Rafayel: "Tell me how happy you are that I got you lunch."

Lyssa: "Why oh earth did you buy me chicken of all things!"

Rafayel gasping in disbelief: "I expected a thank you not such blatant ungratefulness. Lyssa, you wound me."

Lyssa: "I have a fucking affinity to birds."

Rafayel: "What does that have to do with anything?"

Lyssa: "..."

Rafayel: "..."

Lyssa: "I'm unleashing Mephisto on you. Enjoy our combined wrath."

[lavlynyan]

I haven't touched blender since September bcs I was busy with my studies. But L&DS has brought me back from my blender funk to make poses based on the game for sims 4 god bless 🙏🏽

First up, making poses for my MC and Zayne wooooo

[sushiyuzu]

fixing your hair ☃︎❆

zayne x reader

you're sitting across from zayne, the conversation between you flowing easily as always. his sharp eyes are focused on you, and for a second, you wonder if he’s even listening or just watching you out of habit. the room feels comfortable, the low hum of the environment fading into the background, leaving only the two of you.

as you continue talking, a strand of your hair falls loose, brushing against your cheek. without a word, zayne leans forward, his hand moving before you can react. his fingertips are cool, yet gentle, as they brush against your skin, sweeping the stray strand behind your ear with a deliberate tenderness.

your breath catches in your throat. the simple gesture, something so small, suddenly feels intimate in a way you hadn't expected. his fingers linger there, just for a moment longer than necessary, and in that heartbeat of time, you can feel the weight of his gaze settle on you.

you glance up, your eyes meeting his. there's something unspoken in the air, something soft in the way he’s looking at you now, a flicker of warmth hidden behind the cool exterior he always wears. his lips curl into the slightest of smiles, the kind that makes your heart skip a beat.

"there," he says, his voice low and smooth, "better."

you nod, your cheeks warming, suddenly too aware of the space between you—how close he is, how easily he could lean just a little further. the thought makes you blush deeper, but you quickly duck your head, trying to focus back on what you were saying before.

yet, the moment hangs between you, lingering like a secret, one you’re not quite ready to acknowledge but can’t seem to forget. and somehow, you know he feels it too, even if he doesn’t say anything more.

[empty-vessel-of-a-person]

Zayne and M/C is so Husband and Wife at this point..

[lovelaughsimp]

Born to be my husband, forced to be fictional.

[ Born to be his wife, forced to be real. ]

[goldenstring6123]

Lnds: Favorite Piece of clothing

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, MDNI, AFAB!reader, Fem!reader

Author's note: Quickly wrote this while procastinating on another prompt :p

Zayne:

Zayne likes your nightwears, specifically the pink mini dress that was almost see-through. You looked pretty on them, they were frilly and fluffy, hugging your breasts while flowing freely to cover the important stuff halfway up your thigh. What's more, was that it had some matching underwear which he lets you wear while he fucks you senseless against the window of the hotel.

Rafayel:

Rafayel likes the skirts. It doesn't matter what type; it could be the puffy ones, the type that hugs your hips, or the free-flowing pleated ones. It doesn't matter as long as it's a skirt because, for one, His hands have easy access. He could simply slip his fingers to your thighs and slide through the side to rub your clit until you're a moaning mess.

Xavier:

Xavier likes it when you wear thigh-high socks. The patterns would look beautiful against your thigh, and he particularly fawns over where the socks end as they dip against your plush thighs. He particularly likes white cotton socks that have cute ribbons for decoration. Xavier could strip you of everything you're wearing, but he would never ever take off your socks. He would be spreading your legs or holding your ankles while he pounds you to oblivion.

Sylus:

Sylus likes it when you wear stilettos. red ones. He finds that it accentuates your ankles a lot, which is very sexy for him. it was a bonus to hear your careful footsteps beside him. Match this with a thigh band, and you won't see the light of tomorrow. When he decides that he wants you and you are in red high heels, he will be fucking you against the wall, your leg held up by his arm while he grinds his cock deeper inside of you.

Author's footnotes: hehe, They'd fuck you in whatever outfit you're wearing but these ones are something that turns them on.

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