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40+ | she/her | Living the dream with Sy 🐦⬛, Valko 🐺 and Caycay 🍎 to the sound of Sleep Token's 'Blood Sport'🦩Don't rescue me, never've been better 😈
Joined October 2015
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𝑺𝒚𝒍𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚.
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🔞MDNI
CW: Spanking, Aftercare, Sylus being a teasing little shit as usual, Gender-Neutral.
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I can just imagine Sylus itching to get his hands on you after a day of you fully teasing him.
He’d stalk slowly towards the couch, not a word said as he lays down his black coat neatly on the armrest of the couch agonisingly slow, slender fingers smoothing out the fabric and feigning flicking specs of lint, all the while a knowing smirk ghosts his face as you watch curiously from afar, each second of suspense increasing your heartbeat.
“Curious, sweetie?” His deep voice rumbles from the couch before he sits down, tantalisingly slow. That bastard manspreads across the couch, his tall ass figure taking up the whole space. He slides one palm down his left thigh, raising his hips to adjust his pants while his eyes are trained on you. Holding out his other hand, he beckons you closer. Only for you to stop right between his legs and think you’re about to cuddle on his lap, he pats his left thigh.
“Bend over.”
The two words knock the air out of your lungs, but something about his commanding voice makes you comply. You hesitantly climb up his lap like a kitten exploring its territory, with your ass perched up and on display for Sylus.
“Since you were being so bold the whole day, let me return the favor, kitten.”
“Sylus, I didn’t mean to—” Your words die in a hiss when you feel his right palm gently slide up the curve of your ass, and you can feel him relishing the feeling of the soft flesh under his fingers. No matter how beautiful you’d looked in those pictures you’d sent, it didn't hold a candle to the real thing.
“Didn’t mean to, huh?” He teases as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your flimsy shorts, tugging them down just below to rest on your thighs. You bite your lip, now exposed to the cool air of the living room, and you bury your face into the armrest right onto his coat, nervous for what’s to come.
“It’s just…you were taking so long, and I was…mmf–bored.” You try to reason in a meek voice but Sylus isn't fully paying attention to your words. He’s too busy enjoying the goosebumps leaving a trail on the flesh of your ass as he slowly glides his fingers across your bare skin.
“And just how many pictures did you send me while I was in the middle of a negotiation?” He asks cooly, but you can almost hear the crack in his voice, as if he were remembering the various pictures you’d sent him during the night. They’d begun cute, with you wearing just his grey sweatshirt, clearly oversized on you. One too many pictures later, the sweatshirt was long forgotten.
“I…umm, I think six.”
“Seven. You sent me seven pictures of yourself while I was in the middle of a deal. Each one more filthy than the previous one.” He reminds you. Sylus then grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes it, causing you to arch up into him as a muffled whimper leaves your mouth. He leans down right beside your ear to whisper, “So that means I get to give you seven spanks, yes? Seven times for being a diiirty little thing.”
You shiver when his warm breath ghosts your ear, your ass reaching up instinctively as if to present yourself more to the man looming over you.
“Baby, I didn't know you were in the middle of something importa–”
Your words die in your throat when the first spank hits, making you lurch forward a bit in his lap.
“Tch.” He responds, palm smoothing down the reddening skin lovingly, his actions a stark contrast to what he’d just done.
“You say you’re sorry. That’s your line, kitten.”
The next spank lands on your other cheek, making you clench the armrest. The sting only heightened the pleasure surging through your body. Your face was buried on Sylus’s coat that hung off the armrest, the smell of rich cologne and the faint smell of gun powder only making you slightly dizzy. Sylus stops his actions for a second to look at you from the side to ensure you’re okay, but his grin resumes when you lift your head up.
“S-sorry. I’m…sorry.” You pant out.
“I never doubted that you were a quick learner. No wonder you’re one of the Association’s top Hunters.”
“Don’t…don’t patronize me, Sylus.” There’s still fight in your voice, but you’re too busy being lost in the sauce.
The next three spanks come without warning, each one making you arch your back and shut your eyes as you take in the feeling of his large hand delivering them to you.
“Fuck! ’m sorry! I’mmm sorry…so sorry, Sylus.” You start babbling as his hands come down to smooth your skin again, his red eye now beginning to emit a faint glow. He couldn't help but huff to himself, noticing how your ass was now as red as the color of his eyes.
“Good fucking job, kitten. You’re taking them so well.” His voice comes out strained as his own breathing gets erratic.
He places his other hand right where your back arches to keep you in place and to ground himself. The desire that he could see sparking in you caused him to grow in his pants. The fact that the front of your hips ground on his clothed cock didn't help either.
“I’m starting to think that you’re enjoying this, kitten. Your desire is as clear as day.”
“Yeah? A fiend…such as yourself would…mmf–know that.”
Your response was rewarded with another spank, hitting you right in the middle of the flesh, making you yelp out and grab the armrest again, while the other hand dangled off it in defiance. Your toes curled as you sat in the after sting for a bit, tilting your head to take a peek at Sylus.
He looked absolutely blissful. With his ears a deep shade of red, his lips were slightly parted as his focus was solely on your ass as if he was contemplating something. The glow in his eye seemed to be brighter, and you couldn't help but muster a victorious smile.
Just as before you were about to deliver a clever remark, Sylus bends down and bites your ass, teeth sinking into your sore ass. He then sticks out his tongue, licking the blossoming teeth marks to soothe the bite. He smiles at it proudly for a second as your whole body clenches, having half a mind to wipe that shit-eating grin on his face.
“Hey! That doesnt count!” You breathe out heavily, tilting your head to look up at him.
“Is that so? And who made you in charge of the rules tonight?” He asks as he delivers the next spank without warning, again.
At this point, you give up. There’s no fighting this man, so clearly starved, hard, and down bad for you.
“I’m sorry.” You mumble softly, already dreading thinking about sitting down tomorrow normally.
“There we go.” He chides, before leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Last one.”
With that, he rubs your ass tenderly before delivering the last spank, making you let out a loud moan as you take it in, maybe a bit dejected that it was fully over.
Sylus leans down again, but this time, instead of biting your ass, he places small kisses along your skin as he mumbles, “You did so well. So fucking good for me, kitten.”
“I’m sorry, baby. Had I known, I wouldn't have sent that while you were in the middle of something so important.”
“It’s quite alright, sweetie. The twins took over. After all, it’s why I left the negotiation early so I could come see you.” He replied as he reached to the side to pick up some ointment.
“Now, sweetie, how sore are you, or can you still keep going for the second round?”
“This means nothing.”
“Oh? You know, sweetie, I can read people’s desires so there’s no need to lie—”
Your hand clamps over Sylus’ mouth, effectively shutting him up between that and the knife piercing glare you shoot up at him. You watch his eyes sparkle with amusement, darkening with something dangerous as he looks down at your hand still fisted around the lapel of his jacket.
“This is just me letting out my frustrations. Nothing more, got it?”
Sylus looks pointedly down at your hand over his mouth. You remove it quickly and he sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes while he steps into your space. Your back bumps into the wall of the storage closet, now painfully aware that your coworkers are likely walking up and down the hall just outside the door. A deep chuckle sounds from Sylus and he plants his hands on either side of your head. Leaning over you, smug expression plastered across his chiseled features, he grins.
“Having second thoughts, hm?”
Steeling your nerves, both hands grab the collar of his dress shirt and you yank him down to your level.
“Shut up.”
Your mouth crashes against his, eliciting a delightful noise of surprise from the back of his throat. The strangely familiar taste of his lips draws your body to him like a familiar melody and you find yourself aching to be pressed as close to him as humanely possible. Sylus aids you in your request, large hands spanning beneath the bottom of your thighs as he lifts you with ease and slides you up the wall. His torso sits perfectly between your thighs, gentle friction against your heated centre that has you whining into his mouth. His lips smile against yours, your teeth biting him in retaliation. Sylus hisses sharply, pulling away in a breathless pant.
“You’re playing with fire, kitten.”
His large frame sandwiches you against the wall once more and his lips attach to the side of your neck. Your mouth falls agape as he sucks against the sensitive skin, knowing all your weak spots somehow - as if he’s done this a million times over. One of his hands slides across your body, deftly undoing your pants and making short work of them while his teeth mark your neck.
“You bastard,” you pant. “People are going to see those.”
“Good.”
Lost under the sensation of his teeth nipping at your neck, his warm and broad body pressed against you, and the thrill that at any moment someone could catch you in this situation with Onychinus’ leader, you just barely hear the sound of Sylus’ belt buckle undoing. The hot, blunt head of his cock slaps up against your inner thigh and your stomach flutters in anticipation. Sylus detaches his mouth from his position at the base of your throat and looks you in the eyes.
“Do you still want this, kitten?”
Your head nods quickly, hips canting forward towards him. Sylus squeezes your hip, holding you still as he aligns himself with your hole. You feel the head of his cock catch against your hood, your whole body reacting viscerally to the sensation.
“Just fuck me already, Sylus. Before someone sees us,” you urge through a whine.
Sylus lets out a short, sharp laugh but says nothing further. Pinning you against the wall, he slowly pushes his length into you. Your walls stretch sharply, entirely unprepared for his thickness, and you tense. Sylus stops quickly, shuddering as your walls flutter around his sensitive head.
“Sweetie,” he says through gritted teeth, “look at me.”
The haze in your mind clears just enough for you to lock your eyes with him. Sylus quickly cups the back of your head, mouth slotting over yours. He swallows up the sounds of your muffle scream as he slides further in, matching you with his own guttural sounds. Only when he finally bottoms out do you dare to pull away for a breath. Looking down between your bodies, your eyes darken at the sight where your bodies join. It’s so brazenly lewd that your stomach flips, walls squeezing around Sylus.
“Does this still mean nothing, kitten?”
“Shut up.”
VALKO WAS IN THE MAIN STORY FROM THE BEGINNING 🫠 He was in the last bit of Rafayel’s chapter, just like how Mephisto was in the last bit of Xavier’s chapter 😭 Cause they are counterparts 🫠😭
Under Deepspace
Chapter 8
Section 10 (The Trap)
#loveanddeepspace #valko
🔞🧵| No Touching | Caleb 🍎
↻ + ♡ appreciated
Caleb steps into the bedroom, dressed only in a towel wrapped around his waist, pearls of water still dripping from the tips of his hair & down his body.
“What a shame you didn't join me," he gives you a teasing look.
🔞💭🧵How I think each LaDs guy would react if they wanted some spicy time as soon as you wake up ↓
🔞💭🐺
„Umm… Valko why are you walking like this?”
“Like what?”
“Like.. it’s super heavy?”
“Are you saying it isn’t?”
“You know it is… but still, in summer you walk normally.”
“Ah.. that’s because during the rut, a wolve’s testicule’s grow, you know~ to prepare for mating.”
“Are you saying your balls are… bigger? Pahahaha Is that why— omfg they must be HUGE, no wonder your pants are so tight now!”
He awkwardly clears his throat, “yeah.. Autumn’s here.”
听说敖尹也就是valko成了反网络暴力反霸凌的代表人物？这实在太符合他所经受的一切了。
我希望叠纸能够把那些造谣的网络暴力的统统送进监狱，并且向她们高额赔偿金，如果叠纸不惩罚恶性，那他们就是在支持这些。
#ValkoIsLoved
#WeWantValko
#KeepValkoAlive
Take it with a grain of salt of course, it's just me, I had too much sun probably 😉
It's a backtrack time skip: June 27th & 30th never happened, we don't know anything about Valko. Therefore he can be (re)introduced and (re)launched on 27th July sharp and successfully shatter the quiet, leaving all the MC's breathless and happy for their Alpha to arrive 😉🤣😁
I don't know what this means but they've taken off Valko from the app page on TikTok.
Screenshots: first ss from today 7/16 at 4:20PM; second ss from last night 7/15 at 8:57PM (UTC+8)
#ValkoIsLoved #ValkoIsInnocent #ValkoIs6thLI #BringBackValko #BringValkoBack #ValkoIsValuable
Yesterday, I read the Chinese article "Overseas Players Continue to Voice Their Opinions: How Can Domestic Games Transform Global Feedback into Content Expansion?" The discussions that followed made me realize that I'm tired.
Tired of arguments.
Tired of watching people tear each other apart over a world that was originally created to bring us comfort.
I don't wake up hoping for another controversy.
I wake up hoping to see an update waiting for me.
I want "Eat healthy. Sleep well." to make me smile again instead of reminding me of everything we've lost.
I want to look at Valko and smile—not simply because I think he's attractive, but because his presence would remind me that the world I spent so long believing in is still moving toward the future it was meant to have.
That's why I keep speaking.
Not because I want someone else's favorite Love Interest to lose anything.
Not because I enjoy conflict.
But because I believe Love and Deepspace deserves to remain the world its creators originally imagined—not a world gradually pulled apart by fear, short-term thinking, or the belief that removing one piece somehow protects the rest.
Trust begins to fade the moment people start questioning whether the future they were invited to believe in is still the future they're moving toward.
Certainty becomes uncertainty.
Curiosity becomes anxiety.
The question stops being: "I wonder where this story is going."
and becomes: "Will this part of the story still exist tomorrow?"
That's not the relationship I fell in love with.
I don't want Love and Deepspace to become a smaller version of the world that first made us fall in love with it.
Maybe that's why I still haven't given up.
I'm not waiting for a miracle.
I'm waiting for the day I can open Love and Deepspace again, download a new update, smile when I see Valko and quietly feel that the world I trusted is still becoming the world its creators originally envisioned.
Trust takes years to build.
It can be shaken in seconds.
And rebuilding it takes something even rarer: Courage.
Silence may protect a difficult moment. Courage is what rebuilds what comes after it.
Maybe this is the next step.
Let players finally meet Valko in-game, exactly as your team originally intended.
Not simply because so many of us have been waiting for him.
But because it would show that you still believe in the story your own team set out to tell—and that you still believe this relationship with your players is worth rebuilding.
Show us that the same courage your stories ask of their characters still exists behind the studio creating them.
If you take that first step, many of us will be ready to walk the rest of the way with you.
#ValkoIsLoved #WeWantValko #ValkoIsInnocent
It had been exactly two years.
Two years since fate, in all its cruel and twisted design, had tangled your lives back together. Two years since Sylus had stepped out of the shadows of your forgotten past, reclaiming the place in your existence that destiny had once denied him.
You knew it shouldn't matter. It wasn't the date of your first kiss, nor the night you had finally admitted what you were to each other. It was simply the calendar mark of a beginning reborn from mistrust, when the barrel of your gun had been pressed hard against his chest, and terrifying, fragmented voices had echoed in your head. Life had expected you to be enemies—you, the Hunter, and him, the leader of Onychinus—and you had both played those roles to perfection, right up until you decided you were no puppets in the grand scheme of things.
Yet, looking back from the peaceful warmth of the present, you wouldn't change a single line of that jagged script, because that day led you to the safest sanctuary of your life.
But tonight, the sanctuary felt too far away.
Outside, the heavens had ruptured. A relentless downpour drummed against the windows, accompanied by the roar of thunder that seemed to mock the estate's silence. You leaned your forehead against the cool pane, watching the courtyard lights fracture into blurry halos through the streaming water.
Sylus had been gone for ten days already. Ten endless days of an empty bed, of lonely mornings and even lonelier nights. And then, forty eight hours ago, the silence had turned deafening, as he had crossed into a region with absolutely no signal—no encrypted messages, no brief calls in the dead of night to reassure you.
🔞🐺
valko would love to tease you in bed. burying his thick cock inside you, then going still inside.
"babe, since you were soooo insistent earlier," he rasps, his eyebrows raised in amusement. "why don't you do the work?"
you whine, already clenching around him. "val—valko... fuck... move..."
大家，我想这是一个好消息！今天开始出现中国的媒体报道海外玩家们集体为valko请愿希望他回来的事情了。其中第二个新闻网站是中国的官方主办的权威新闻网站😊
#BringValkoBack
#ValkoIsLoved
#ValkoIsInnocent
🐺🔞 |NSFW, coercion?, overuse of: Mommy/good boy|
Maybe you're really, really horny.
Maybe you're just ovulating.
Or maybe it's the way Valko's rutting into you like a feral beast. No other man has fucked you so hard and filthy that all thoughts of feminism—
Dear @Love_Deepspace Team,
I am writing only on my own behalf. I do not represent the entire community or claim that every player shares my opinion. These are simply my personal reflections after spending weeks following discussions across X, Discord, Weibo and Xiaohongshu while trying to understand why this situation affected me so deeply. This is not a demand, a complaint, or an attempt to tell you how to make your game. It is simply an honest attempt to explain why I believe this situation is no longer only about Valko. It is about trust.
People often assume Love and Deepspace succeeded because of attractive male characters. I don't believe that. If that were enough, I could have chosen hundreds of other games. I stayed because your game offered consistency, worldbuilding, patience, and long-term storytelling. Every chapter, Memory, event, and hidden reference felt like another carefully placed piece of a much larger puzzle. Nothing felt random. It felt planned. That planning inspired trust. I believed every unanswered question would eventually have an answer and every character had a purpose. I wasn't simply collecting cards—I was investing my trust in your vision, and that trust became one of the reasons I kept supporting the game.
Love and Deepspace always felt like more than a gacha game. I understand that revenue is one of the most important goals of any business. But revenue is the result of something. For me, Love and Deepspace earned that support by making me feel it offered more than entertainment or another opportunity to spend money. It gave me a world I wanted to believe in, and that belief made supporting your work feel worthwhile rather than transactional.
Valko is important to me not because he is another Love Interest but because he represents your original vision. For years, the game suggested a carefully planned world through its storytelling, symbolism, stellacrum colors, battle arenas, and countless details. Valko felt like the missing piece that completed that vision. When his release was cancelled only days before launch, I didn't simply lose excitement for one character. I lost confidence that the vision I had trusted for such a long time would remain intact, and that uncertainty was far more painful than the loss of a single banner.
Ironically, trust is one of Love and Deepspace's central themes. The game teaches players to build relationships, believe in promises, and rely on others. When trust becomes part of the experience, losing it affects players differently than in most games. I don't know why the decision regarding Valko was made, and I won't pretend I do. This isn't about assigning blame. It's about consequences. When players no longer know whether years of planning can change overnight, uncertainty naturally replaces confidence, and rebuilding that confidence becomes much harder than preserving it.
If Valko ever returns, I sincerely hope he returns exactly as your team originally created him. Please don't redesign him into a compromise. Please don't remove the qualities that made him unique. The character many of us fell in love with was your creation, not ours. We trusted your writers, artists, designers, and voice actors because we believed in the story they wanted to tell. Please trust them too.
If I had completely lost faith in your studio, I wouldn't be writing this. I would have quietly left. The reason I am still here is because I believe the people who built the world I fell in love with are still there. Please don't abandon your original vision. Please don't let fear become stronger than creativity. Love and Deepspace taught me that trust is built slowly but can be damaged in moments. I sincerely hope one day I'll be able to experience Valko exactly as your team originally imagined him, because I don't want a rewritten story. I fell in love with yours.
With respect,
SerenaSolstice
#BringBackValko #ValkoIsLoved #BringValkoBack
As a Sylus main, I disagree with those other Sylus mains wanting to take the apron off of him. leave the apron on Sylus, take everything else off
💭🧵How I think each LaDs guy would react if your ex suddenly texted you while he was sitting next to you ↓
HUNTERS.
TONIGHT.
WE STEAL.
THE WOLFFFF
#VALKOMUSTDEBUT #Valko #JusticeForValko #恋与深空 #敖尹 #LoveAndDeepspace #LADS #BringValkoBack #SaveValko #BringBackValko #LADSValkoReturn
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