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🧍‍♂️i tried to convey A LOT in just a few words, i just hope they mean something to someone, but i basically played around with the words "I'll see you tomorrow". I say it a lot because majority of my social interactions are online (surprise surprise im a enormous introvert) and just knowing that my friends are around, online, doing stuff on discord, it makes me feel at ease.

Its the same on tumblr, honestly. People, mutuals or otherwise, are still people on the other side of the blog and just knowing that those people are posting, just existing in that space and posting about what they love, can help someone so anxious feel normal for a second, yknow?

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I have a bell that you can carry around and ring whenever you want. 🔔 cause chaos beautiful being 🫡

He isn't allowed to be around bells anymore 😔

Also the first draft for this reply was just mephi with a bell but i couldn't make it funny lmao

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it was a throwaway comment. 

or maybe it was the fact you couldn't keep your damn mouth shut. 

it was a usual day in sylus' home. you, lounging on his office couch, and him, sitting on his office chair as he works. you eye him, watching as he works and you open your mouth. 

"y'know."

"hm?"

"you have a really nice face."

he peeks up from his papers, a smirk on his face. "yeah, kitten? what makes you-"

you hum as you tilt your head, mouth moving before you could even stop yourself— "can i sit on it?"

red eyes look straight at you, and you blink. oh- shit.

“shit– sylus!” his hands are gripping your thighs, nose brushing against your clit. you hold onto the headboard for dear life, a breathy moan coming out of your lips as his tongue stretches your insides. 

you hear him hum against your folds, the sound reverberating through your core. you shiver, looking down to see him already staring at you, before his attention turns to your leaking pussy. “so pretty.” he murmurs, tongue dragging up through your slick, then pressing in deeper. “this what you want, pretty girl?” 

he chuckles when your hips buck against his face, “you like using my face as a seat?” sylus watches as you nod, lips red from all the biting you did to it. he drags his tongue against your folds, and you shiver, “sy…” 

its obscene.

the way his tongue reaches places you didn't think could be reached. the way he laps up your slick with groans that makes you shudder. a whine tears through your throat when he pulls you down towards him, your hips bucking against his insatiable tongue.

and this started from a throwaway comment .

note. yes, i'm into facefucking and lads men eating me out, very much so.

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"If I was a lemurian, what color would my tail be?" I ask randomly.

Rafayel immediately jolted up from his laying position. As if hes thought about this question for years.

"Opal." He answers instantly.

"Opal?" I repeat.

"Opal." He nods.

"The jewel that's mainly white but has like a rainbow type sheen to it?" I ask.

"Yes." He answers. "Opal suits you perfectly. You would be the ocean's jewel. My jewel. And you'd wear pearls and shells. My pearls, of course, you deserve nothing but the best. And you'd glow, iridescent, a rainbow following your every move."

"You couldn't figure out a specific color for me, so you chose every one of them?" I ask with an amused smile.

He scoffs. "There is not one color that suits you better than the other. I've thought of you in every color tail, and you look just as gorgeous as the last. So, of course, that means you deserve them all."

I hum and lay my head on his lap. "Would it even match my skin tone-"

"Of course it would." Rafayel cuts me off. "It's mainly white. White goes with every color. And even then, your veins and blood would change the tone of the colors underneath the white, so the rainbow like sheen would still match your skin tone."

I feel Rafayel's hands start to braid my hair. Or at least attempt to. He's trying his best, and that's what matters.

"If I was a Lemurian, do you think it would've been easier for you to fall for me?" I ask, my mouth moving before I can stop it.

His hands freeze in my hair. "It was easy to fall in love with you now as a human."

"Well, alright. But i meant, would you feel less guilty for loving me if I was a Lemurian?" I try to clarify.

It's known news that Rafayel has a great distaste for humans, especially for what they've done to his people.

Rafayel frowns and cups my cheeks, slouching down a bit closer to my face.

"You think i feel guilty for loving you? And because you're human?" He asks weakly, as if the mere thought pains him.

I instinctively avoid eye contact. Suddenly, very intrigued by the ocean paintings on the wall.

"I... just... think that maybe you dislike that you've fallen for a human. I dont know, it's stupid, please forget-"

"Nono, I won't forget it. I made you believe I feel guilty for loving you." He quickly inturrupts.

His hands leave my face and move underneath my body to lift me up, now sitting me on his lap.

"I have never disliked the idea of loving you. I have never resented you for being human. Nor have I ever wished you were anything other than what you are. The only reason why I've thought about you as a lemurian is because of that one time you told me about how you played mermaids as a kid. That's it." He says seriously. As if trying to replace all negative thoughts with his words in my mind.

"If I ever were to feel guilty for loving you, it'd be because I think you being with me would be of harm to you." Rafayel confesses.

My head immediately flinches back incredulously, making him chuckle.

"It's true. Im not as good as you believe me to be. I'm very selfish and spoiled, I'm used to being adored. I throw out what I dont like and take what I do. And, unfortunately for you, you're what I want the most in this world. Universe even. So even if you don't like it, you're mine. Even on the possibility that yohr love for me might hurt you, i can'thelp but keep you with me."

"I do like it." I scoff. "Never once have i felt trapped with you. If anything, you're expanding my world instead of shrinking it. And, also, I love you, which is why i stay with you willingly."

Rafayel's soft laughter sings in my ears. "And every day im grateful to have been gifted your love. No matter what that might bring."

"You make it sound as if we're doomed." I point out as I poke his forehead.

Rafayel's hands grip my hips. "No, we're not. I'll make sure we have our happy ending. Don't worry."

He kisses my cheek as i huff. "I wasn't worried."

Rafayel finally smiles once more. "Good."

"This time, I'll make sure you live happily."

Masterlist

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hitting him with twitter porn (smau)

li’s x femreader | sexting, mentions of ovulation/cycle tracking (z), log into twt for links (𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡) to work | minors dni

xavier 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡

zayne 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡

rafayel 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡

sylus 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡

caleb 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡

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i had a vision

This post is for @carmelves and @chipper-chip and all the anons in the askbox who directed me to this image 🫡

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You thought you were cute. Sassy little smiles, crossing your legs slowly in that tight-ass dress, ignoring Caleb's warnings all evening like he wouldn't do something about it.

You should’ve known better.

Now you’re straddling him in the driver’s seat of his parked car—your dress bunched up around your waist, tits spilling from your bra, and his thick cock buried inside you. The windows are fogged, the streetlamp outside barely lighting the scene of your punishment.

And Caleb?

He’s got you locked in a brutal chokehold, your face pressed into the crook of his arm while he fucks up into you like he’s trying to split you open.

“Thought you were real fuckin’ funny tonight,” he snarls against your jaw, teeth grazing skin as he slams into you again, and again, and again. “Now look at you. Can’t even talk.”

You can’t. Not with how tight his arm is, not with how deep he’s hitting—how hard his cock is pounding against your cervix like it’s punishing you for every bratty thing you said earlier.

His hand sneaks between your bodies, thumb finding your clit and grinding in tight, merciless circles.

“Your pussy’s so wet, baby,” Caleb growls. “You like being manhandled like this? You like knowing anyone could walk by this car and see you getting used like a fucktoy?”

You moan—choked and broken—and he just laughs, low and mean, like he already knows the answer.

“Pathetic little thing,” he whispers, cock twitching inside you. “You were begging for it. All that mouth just so I’d fuck the attitude out of you.”

And that’s what he’s doing.

The car is rocking under the weight of him. You’re limp in his lap, arms barely working, eyes rolling back as the pressure around your neck blurs your vision in the best way. You can’t even lift your head. You’re drooling on his shoulder. His name comes out in pitiful whimpers.

“That’s it,” he hisses. “So cockdrunk you can’t even pretend you hate it.”

You cum with a shudder—legs locking up, your cunt clenching around him so tight he snarls and pins you down harder, arm flexing as he fucks you through it.

You’re gasping, twitching, a mess on top of him.

Caleb’s thrusts get even rougher. Meaner. His voice cracks.

“Gonna fill you up,” he pants against your cheek. “Gonna fuck a bratty baby full of my cum so she can remember who she belongs to.”

You try to respond—but all you get out is a broken, needy sob before he slams into you one final time and spills everything inside your overstimulated, aching pussy.

His cum’s so hot you swear it burns. It floods you—deep, messy, thick—and you feel it drip down as you pulse around him helplessly.

He keeps you there, stuffed full on his lap, panting and twitching. His arm still around your neck—not choking now, just holding. Keeping you right where he wants you.

And then?

He grins.

“You're not putting your panties back on,” he says, voice all low and smug. “You're gonna sit there, leaking my cum down your thighs while I drive you home. And if you even think about mouthing off again?”

His fingers trail between your legs, scooping up the slick mess of you both, then shoving it right back inside with a curl of his digits.

“I’ll pull over and fuck you on the hood.”

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Waterworks

Synopsis: The story in which Zayne wants to be the one and only to make you squirt.

Warnings: Overstimulation, crying, squirting, Brat taming, soft!dom.

When the subject was brought up, it was said in a fleeing joke you mentioned over dessert one night.

“Squirting isn’t even real, I swear porn actress’ just piss themselves.”

Zayne ignored the vulgar comment with an arched brow.

That’s how he became engrossed in the mere thought of making you squirt.

He had done his research as a man of science. He knew it was entirely possible.

You didn’t think much of it when he had you guzzling water. He hid it under the excuse that you were dehydrated. He was a doctor and your lover, so again, you chugged the water without a second thought.

Sex with Zayne was reverent. He worshipped you with not only words, but the way he handled your body like the finest piece of art. His fingers parted the folds of your flower, middle digit rolling your clit against the pad of his finger.

“I wish to try something. Will you humor me?” He whispered against your collarbone. Experimenting in your sex-life was common so you nodded breathlessly. “I need a verbal respond, My Dear.”

“Y-yes-“

Zayne smirked and nipped at your neck. “Good girl.”

Two fingers slid into your aching hole. Zayne knew he had brought you to the cusp of his mission many times, but a mental hold stopped you from obtaining the orgasm he wanted to pull from your very essence.

Your moan slipped from your lips and your back bowed beautifully under him. But Zayne pressed the heel of his palm against your lower belly, effectively pinning you against the mattress. “Z-Zayne?”

He hushed you, nuzzling your abdomen. “Do you trust me?”

The phrase seemed crazy to you. Of course you trusted him. Every time he was wrist deep in your chest cavity, you trusted him. “Of course.”

“Then let me work.”

His thumb pressed firmly against your clit as he dragged his finger in a curved motion in and out of your gummy walls. That stubborn hand on your stomach stopped you from squirming around despite the growing pit in your stomach.

“Legs up, hold them for me.” His voice was cool and calculating. Your peeled open your eyes with a wild pant of confusion.

“W-“

“Are you going to argue with me? Or allow me to make you feel good?” His eyes narrowed behind the glasses slowly sliding down the bridge of his nose. You swallowed the lump in your throat and hooked your hands under your knees. “Good, further back.”

When you lifted your legs the pressure-

“I-I can’t-“

“You can, and you will.” The pressure in your abdomen intensified. His pace quickened, each adult pull out of his fingers sent a slick sound into the air. Zayne watched you with the corner of his mouth twisting up into a smile.

“Look at you, so pretty.” He praises, despite the lewd noises he’s making between your thighs. The heel of his palm plaps against your twitching clit. He’s gazing between your legs as if just examining another patient in need of his healing. “Pretty, Pretty Girl. You’re dripping down my wrist. Don’t hold back.”

Your head is thrown back into the pillows. The hold on your legs is slipping, a thin sheen of sweat on your thighs. “Zayne-feels like-“

Zayne chuckles and leans over your drilling cunt. A trickle of spit lands on your clit and your eyes go into the back of your skull.

“You won’t urinate. You can do it, let go for me.”

He presses down on your tummy as he hooks his fingers over and over against the spot that makes you see stars. “P-please I can’t-I don’t wanna-“

“I don’t want to hear it.” He reprimands you in a cold voice that sends a chill up your spine. “Bare down-there we go. Let it go Darling.”

And you do.

Oh you do.

The first gush is barely noticeable amoungst the wetness on his hand. But the second and third gush from you right as he pulls his fingers out, just to press them back into your sopping hole. The bedsheets are stained with wetness.

You’re crying, a different type of Waterworks.

Zayne gently eases his fingers from you, grabbing the nearby towel to clean his digits off as he kneels by your head. “Shh, I’m so proud of you. Doesn’t that feel better?”

You drop your trembling thighs, lower lip quaking as you try to breathe through your tears of pleasure.

“I-I made a mess…” you hiccup. Zayne nuzzles your cheek and pats your dripping folds.

“I know. Let’s make another one, hm?”

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How it started vs How it's going

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eepy dan heng 💤

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i think about photographer rafayel a lot

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wrong person! ━━━ when you send the lads men a nude and prank them by saying it wasn’t meant for them.

♥︎ zayne, xavier, rafayel, sylus, caleb ✩ genre: smutty, suggestive

note: this was a request <3 hope you enjoy lol

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never forget that Sylus canonically sleeps on his stomach

But with us around, he sleeps like this😫😫

With us, he can lower his guard and show his vulnerable belly🥺🥺🩷🩷

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Oh, to actually be his kitten 🥺

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So.

Lads reaction to mc being in such a position that their ass is stuck up in the air

LaDs: You did this on purpose, right?

~ All Contain Smut, the consent is dubious for these - never explicitly asked for or stated & they are all in pre-established relationships.

~ All love interests x Female Reader

A note from Soul: Thank you for this idea! Sorry it's taken so unbelievably long to get around to it! I hope it was somewhat worth the wait ;-; I also hope I took your prompt the right way lmao if not... I can always try again!

Xavier can’t help the low chuckle that slips past his lips when he sees you stuck between the tv stand and bookshelf. You’re whining, wiggling your ass as if that will do anything other than tempt him. “How did you manage this, my star?”

The second you slump in defeat, his laughter grows a little stronger. “I was trying to fix all the cables you have back here and I got stuck! If I move too fast the tv will fall. Can you just hold the tv for me so it’s stable?” Reasonable enough, but you’d be a fool to think Xavier would ever let this perfect opportunity pass him.

You expect to hear him shuffle closer, to see his hand from your peripheral vision perhaps. Instead, you feel his hands encompassing your ass. “…Xavier?” The tv teeters as you try and turn your body around, effectively keeping you in place.

“C’mon, tell me this isn’t the perfect opportunity.” You feel it then, his fingers hooking in your sleep pants and tugging them down alongside your panties in one go. “My star, why are you already wet?” How on earth does he expect you to answer that?

“Xavier! Quit playing!”

“Playing? I’m not playing.” His fingers are spreading you apart, watching the arousal ooze from your entrance. "If anything, my star, it seems you're the one playing around." A small smirk is pulling at his lips as he watches your cunt clench around nothing.

"J-just..." But you had nothing proper to say, fingers clenching around the bunch of wires you had foolishly tried to organize. "Don't knock your tv over in the process..."

And you swore he moaned, the warmth of it spreading over your exposed cunt as he placed a wet kiss to your dripping center.

"I'll make it worth your while, my sweet star."

Zayne has seen you in quite compromising positions before, but this one? Oh this one takes the cake. "Z, is that you? Can you help!" You had lost hope in your quiet escape a while ago, accepting your fate of being ass up with your head down in the washing machine.

"My love, how did you even manage this?" Though, it's quite muffled from where your head is at. "I was trying to get the last sock stuck to the bottom, I reached too far and lost my balance and... yeah." Your feet were barely touching the ground, not enough leverage to push yourself back and get stead on the ground.

Zayne suppressed his laugh, eyes dragging over your pitiful stance. All the while, he was making a mental note to buy a washing machine that opened from the side rather than the top.

"I'm afraid my services require a fee." And your bewildered squeal was enough for him to tug at the sleep shorts that had been riding up your ass with each struggled wiggle. "One that needs to be paid before the services can be done, of course."

"No way! Get me out of here first and then I'll pay you!" But slender fingers were already squishing and squeezing your bottom, a pleased hum slipping past your lover's lips. "My love, you know this opportunity is too good." The stain that appeared as Zayne pressed two fingers over your covered center only proved him right.

"Z, please! I swear all the blood is rushing to my head!" But he only laughed, hooking his fingers under the thin strip of fabric covering your center. Pulling it away from your heated sex to see the arousal clinging to the fabric, keeping it connected to you. "I beg to differ, it seems you certainly have enough circulation to..."

But you kicked your legs with a squeal, embarrassed and aroused at the same time. "Just get me out of here!"

"In due time, my love."

Rafayel was nearly doubled over laughing when he found you. "Cutie, how did you accomplish this feat?" You couldn't see him, of course, but oh could you hear the amusement in his voice as he spoke. "You should be thanking me, Raf! I saved your sculpture!"

But, in the process, you knocked over several canvases... and perhaps his beloved ladder he always sat upon. Which didn't hurt when it landed on you. It actually was cushioned by the fallen art pieces on top of you. But, now? You're stuck.

"Cutie, I'm pretty sure you can wiggle your way free." Though, he certainly doesn't mind the view you are presenting him with. Your ass is wiggling a bit but you can't shimmy free with the wet sculpture in your hands. "If I do, it'll ruin the sculpture! It's still wet!" Even now, you could see your fingers creating indents where you held.

"That's... fine." Though, Rafayel would be lying if he said that didn't give him several inappropriate ideas.

How ruined would his newest sculpture be if it was the only thing you had to hold onto while he fucked you stupid? Oh, now he really had to find out. "Let's make it a different sort of art piece, yeah?

Before you could question him, you felt his hands circling your thighs, spreading you apart as he tugged your bottoms to the side. "Rafayel, what are you- shit!" He was nudging your entrance, the dull head of his cock collecting your arousal and smearing it around.

"You sure this wasn't on purpose? You're already so wet..." You felt the urge to question how he was already hard. But you knew your lover well, this position wasn't all that innocent either. On your knees, back arched, ass up? It was like dangling a treat in his face.

"Don't be ridiculous, just get me out of this mess please!" A last ditch effort as you felt him center himself at your entrance. "Oh I will, after I've had my fun..." and he's pushing in, reveling in your desperate whine as he pictured your fingers digging into the clay.

Sylus can't quite believe his eyes when he enters one of his many armories. "This is... an interesting tactic to get my attention, kitten." He had merely gone to investigate the crashing sound he heard, assuming it was one of the twins and not... you.

"Sy! T-this wasn't an attempt to get your attention! I'm genuinely stuck!" A case of weapons had fallen on top of you when you bent down to look at a particular gun he had hanging low on the wall.

Now, you're quite literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. "Ah, well... you've certainly garnered my attention regardless, Kitten."

Your dress was bunched around your waist, revealing your cotton panties to his hungry stare. Mentally, Sylus was thankful neither twin went running at the sound of your chaos. Or else, they would have gotten a view meant for him and him alone.

"I take it you are needing my help." But his tone is a bit far away, as if he is too dazed to really put effort into his words. It's totally not due to the wet patch on the center of your panties, no not at all. Definitely not due to your wiggling hips, or your plump ass begging to be smacked. No, not even your thighs pressing together as you squirm.

No, Sylus was much... stronger than that. (wrong)

"Yes! Yes please! I really can't find a way to free my-Sylus?" Your entire body stiffens, not out of distain but out of surprise. His nose is warm as it trails over your lower back, his hands hot as they still your wiggly hips. "Remember that time you couldn't help yourself while I was on my back under my motorcycle?"

Oh. Oh no... you remembered very well. You couldn't have helped yourself then even if you wanted too. The way his shirt had ridden up his stomach? His arms bare and muscles flexing as he worked on the underside of his bike? Yeah, no. You had straddled him so fast it nearly gave you whiplash. Sylus hadn't even flinched...

"I think..." and something hard and bulging is pressed directly over your covered center "...it's time I returned the favor, no?"

Caleb was convinced he had seen too much porn. No, his mind was utterly tainted, ruined, a wasteland ruined by consumption of the adult video industry. Because there was no way this was happening to him... to you... and he was getting hard.

"Caleb? Is that you?" You want to turn back and look, but you are unironically stuck under the kitchen sink. Somehow, you wedged yourself too deep, stuck between the wooden base and the piping of his sink. "Got a little carried away while cleaning... I'm stuck."

Clad in one of his shorts and a pair of his boxers, Caleb felt like a kid on Christmas morning. His sweet pipsqueak, his perfect princess, he could slap a bow on your ass and he'd consider you the best gift he had ever received. "Yeah, yeah I can see that."

"I just need you to guide me a bit, I think I can get out if you do that- what the hell?" You had attempted to move back but you could feel his evol cling to your skin. "Caleb! Now isn't the t-time!" But his nose was nuzzling your center, and every complaint fizzled out.

"Oh, c'mon. I can't give up this opportunity, pips. You looked too cute with your ass in the air like that..." He can feel you shudder, feel you still feebly attempt to push back but for a different reason.

"Caleb... my back is starting to hurt..." but you were already going slack-jawed. His tongue licking over your covered cunt before his fingers yanked his boxers down of your hips. "All the more reason I should make this pretty pussy feel good, no? You made a mess of my boxers, pips. Your pussy leaked all over them..."

Your cheeks burn as you hear him inhale, sniffing in the heady scent of your musk. You have a funny feeling he won't be washing them before he wears them himself... "Such a pervert, Caleb..."

"Yeah, yeah. But I'm your pervert."