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belles-reads · 14 hours ago

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ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ I’m gonna get you pregnant

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ lots of crack lol, fluff, this is for the anon who requested it, funniest idea ever

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ You say the weirdest things out of love for them

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

- He’s so unserious about it that he’s delighted. His eyes literally sparkle. You say it once when he brings you cocoa with a heart drawn in cinnamon and fluff-kisses your pillow into the perfect cloud shape, and you go, “I’m gonna get you pregnant.”

- He gasps dramatically.

“Promise?”

- Now he tries to make you say it all the time. And will burst out laughing every. single. time. Will start teasing you first just to bait the line.

“Want me to fluff your pillow again, my love? Maybe even… carry your cocoa like a butler?”

- When you say it, he’ll swoon and pretend to faint.

“My pretty housewife wants to make me a mama… I knew this day would come.”

- He’ll draw it on canvases. “I’m gonna get you pregnant” written in cute fonts over paintings of you in a tiara. He thinks it’s hilarious.

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

- He freezes the first time you say it. Literally just… mid sip of his black coffee, blinking over the rim of the mug like “You’re going to what?”

- You’re curled in his lap in your silk robe and he just finished fluffing your pillows with surgical precision before handing you cocoa with two crushed pink mallows exactly how you like it.

- You grin, “I’m gonna get you pregnant,” and he just goes completely quiet.

- “That’s biologically impossible.”

- But now it’s your Thing. He’ll start doing things extra perfect just to hear you say it again, secretly dying of laughter inside.

- Eventually, when you say it for the tenth time, he’ll murmur dryly, “I hope you’ll take responsibility for me then,” while tucking your hair behind your ear and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

- He doesn’t even question it. First time you say it, you’re in bed with your legs tangled under a mountain of silk throws, and he just came back from the kitchen with a tray: warm cocoa with whipped cream and a marshmallow smiley face.

- You take one look and sigh dreamily, “I’m gonna get you pregnant.”

- He blinks, tilts his head, and goes:

“…Will it hurt?”

- He’s completely serious and a little worried until you burst out laughing and kiss his cheeks.

- From then on, whenever he does something cute and you say it, he’ll reply “Only if you give me child support” in the softest sleepy voice.

- If he’s feeling especially clingy, he’ll mumble, “Then I’ll get you pregnant too,” and immediately fall asleep on your chest.

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

- He smirks the first time you say it. He had just arranged an entire breakfast spread in the solarium and added your favorite strawberry rose tea and a velvet cushion for your chair. He didn’t even say a word, he just stood behind you, poured your tea for you, and kissed your head.

- You looked up, heart full, and went, “I’m gonna get you pregnant.”

- Cue Sylus’ slow smirk.

“You’d need to work very hard for that, and be smart enough to develop some very interesting technology, kitten.”

- He LOVES that you say it. Becomes an inside joke. He waits for it. If you don’t say it after he’s done something sweet, he’ll nudge:

“What? No love declaration? I’m offended.”

- He’ll whisper it back to you in bed too. Right in your ear.

“I’m gonna get you pregnant, pretty girl. Oh wait…” (he’s the worst.)

- He honestly starts laughing to himself at the most random times when he remembers

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

- He nearly chokes the first time. He was fixing the bow on your silk robe and made you cocoa in a mug with both your initials. You looked so happy you cuddled into him and with the cheekiest grin whispered, “I’m gonna get you pregnant.”

- He stiffens. Immediately checking you for fever.

“…Baby. That’s not medically accurate.”

- When you giggle, he realizes it’s a joke and softens instantly. Cradles your face.

“You’re not allowed to joke like that.”

- He secretly LOVES it once it’s grown on her, Like, he likes to exaggerate by wearing one of your fluffy shawls and giggling like you do him when he flirts with you.

- He’ll start teasing back, like:

“You want me barefoot in the Skyhaven mansion while you go to work, princess? Hm?”

…While keeping you locked in said mansion, of course.

#lads

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belles-reads · 14 hours ago

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LADS men and you doing the "My boyfriend wants to show you his _____ collection and you better be nice!" Trend

Please I've been seeing this trend and they're all so cute and wholesome, so here's what the boys would show in the video.

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb.

Sylus (jewels)

"Hey guys, my boyfriend wants to show you his jewels collection, be nice!"

Sylus happily show the camera his collection of jewels he had won in auctions, along with Mephisto who would fly around and fetch each jewel he mentions.

"Tell them how much you spent on each jewel!" "Why? They won't be able to afford it." "Sy, be nic- yeah you're right."

Xavier (baking progress)

"Hey! My boyfriend wants to show you his progress of making the perfect bread and-" you whisper menacingly "you better be nice."

Xavier, covered in flour shows his.. perfect bread. The audience can clearly see the burnt side but Xavier quickly say "These little burnt spot makes the bread yummier and more authentic, unlike Charli-" "Xavi!!" "My bread is better." "Yes it is, my star."

He tore a little piece for you to taste and you ate it.. it was actually good. Well, not as bad as batch 27. "Mm! It's true what people say, the 50th time is the charm!"

Rafayel (paints)

"Hello! My husband wants to show you his collection of paints and I know you all adore him so be nice, alright?"

He shows the camera the 50 different yet looks very similar shade of purple. Yet Rafayel insists each one of them is different from the other, telling the audience how exactly he got those colors.

"Now this one, I got from a flower called Wisteria.. this one is from a Lavender. They appear the same but you can see that the other one is darker. Can you see it?" You tried your best to look intimidating in the background. He is just too cute.

Zayne (ice animals)

"My boyfriend is about to show you the ice animals he made from his evol, so be nice. Go ahead, love."

Zayne had five ice babies in his arms, he starts explaining each of the little animals' background. "This one is a seal.. it's the seal I gave her when we met again." You nod happily. "This one is a little cat.. I saw one and I scared it off, so I made a mini version to keep..."

You happily pat the little babies, the ones Zayne hands to you after he's done showing it to the camera.

Caleb (model airplanes)

"Heyho~ My sweet darling boyfriend wants to show you his model airplane collection so," you lean in dangerously close to the camera, "be nice."

"Alright!" Caleb immediately takes over, his natural charming self makes you question whether or not it was necessary for you to be intimidating when you're sure he can win over everyone easily. But you digress.

Each model airplanes he shows, he tells the audience the price and how long it took him to assemble, how you've helped him built many of them. You giggle, going down the memory lane along with him.

Ok at first I want Caleb to show different types of apples but but but model airplanes won, baby needs to get his nerd on.

#lads

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belles-reads · 14 hours ago

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– overworked, underfucked sylus ༯

the door clicked open, sylus just came home from work, drained.

he walked towards you, a small bouquet resting in his hand, petals slowly peeling apart at every step he took, it looked like he went through an insane day of work.

"are you oka–"

but before you could finish your sentence, he crashed his lips onto yours, sinking himself in a long kiss he's been saving for days.

need, hunger, desire, and love was filled in that kiss, he wanted you bad and it hadn't been a while since the two of you had done yet, sylus thought that this day would be the perfect one, for him and you.

"it's been..." he muttered, pulling away from the kiss to stare into your eyes for approval, "..a while, no?"

you nod at his sudden point and slid your fingers through his hair, pulling him close to you. your breath ghosting over his glossed puckered lips, eyes darting at the desire written all over his face.

"then use me as you please."

"gladly."

#lads sylus

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belles-reads · 22 hours ago

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Caleb finds mc's smut collection PLEASE 🤤

Caleb finds your smut collection! ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

wc: 3k

a/n: oh my god??? i just started writing and didn't stop. if this isn't what you wanted (i went overboard, not exactly what you envisioned, smut isn't long enough, too much smut, etc) feel free to DM me or just give another anon request! 🫶🏻 (don't be shy, i won't get butthurt)

"Jeez, Caleb! You're only staying the weekend. What are you carrying in here?" you huff, your face pinching with effort as you try to lift his bags.

Caleb laughs. "I told you, you don't have to help me, Pips." Before you can argue, the bags are floating out of your arms and trailing after Caleb. "I have a gravity evol for a reason."

You frown, settling with just carrying the small duffel bag that was left. "I wanna be useful."

"You're very useful." He eyes you, smiling. "You're carrying my duffel bag."

You roll your eyes and walk past him. "Yeah, okay."

You lead him to your apartment and he's making light conversation with him on the way, but you're only half-listening. Having Caleb here, in your space, is a little unnerving.

It's not that you don't want him here, he's just..—

He's just Caleb.

The guy that makes your heart beat so fast you think he might hear it if he tries hard enough. The guy that's so overwhelming you think you might drown in him if you let yourself.

You let him in and drop his stuff on the floor next to your couch where he'll sleep for the next few days.

You offered your room before he got here, but he was very adamant about taking the couch.

"I know it's not super big.. but I hope you can make yourself comfy."

Caleb tilts his head at you and squints. "I've been here already. Besides," he sinks down into the sofa, "I'm always comfy as long as you're here."

Your heart stutters. "Thank you.."

For a minute, neither of you guys speak. Just stare at each other like you're both dying to say something else, but won't.

Then you take a small breath. "Do you want something to drink?" He hasn't answered, but you're already making your way to the kitchen.

Caleb chuckles. "Sure. You're a little on edge, huh?"

You huff. "No, I'm not."

"Alrighttt."

He glances around, taking everything in like it's his first time here. It's cleaner. Cozier. Did you fix your apartment up just for him?

His eyes linger on your room.

The door is half-way open. He can't help but wonder if anything in there has changed. If anyone else has been in there.

You’re halfway to the kitchen when you gasp. “Wait—do you want the snacks I bought? I left them in my car—oh my God.”

Caleb tears his away from your door to look at you. You're all wide-eyed and smiley, like you're so proud of buying him those snacks.

So, of course, he nods, even if he doesn't want to inconvenience you. “Yeah. Of course. Want me to come with you?" He's about to stand when you shake your head.

"No! I’ll be back in like, two seconds—don’t move!” You’re already grabbing your keys and slipping on shoes, muttering under your breath about how you knew you were forgetting something.

And then the door clicks shut behind you.

Caleb smiles to himself. Cute.

The room is quiet again. His gaze drifts back toward your room. He hesitates. He shouldn't.

But... you said to make himself comfy, right?

Caleb stands up, slowly making his way over. He takes a small step in, and instantly it hits him. You.

Your whole apartment smells like you; he caught that unmistakable sweetness when he first came in, but it's stronger in your room. It's different. Softer. More lived-in.

He curiously glances around.

Your bed is made, plushies organized in a neat little row across your pillows, extra blankets folded at the edge of your bed.

Nothing is out of place.

It makes him think you wanted him to come in.

His eyes drift across the room, then they land on your bookshelf. It's lined with cute, colorful titles. But something catches his eyes and he stops.

Some look a little… suggestive.

He laughs to himself.

You wouldn't, would you? Surely, he would know if you sat in your room late at night, reading porn in print.

Caleb hesitates before stepping toward your shelf. He grabs the first book he sees and flips through the pages.

So far, so good.

Until—

Quietly, he reads the line that made him stop, "I would go to hell and back if it meant I got to..." his eyes widen as he continues, "fuck you raw again—Jesus."

Maybe it was a fluke.

Caleb gently puts it back. He knows how much your books mean to you—how you hate them to dent or fold, so he's careful.

He grabs another and flips through that one as well. And surely enough, he finds another page full of filthy lines. "A gun in your—"

Caleb has to pause.

No way.

No way this is what's sitting on your shelves looking all cute and innocent when they're anything but.

"A gun in your pussy certainly is traumatizing... but only because—Okayyy." Caleb quickly shuts the book, his head swimming.

You've pictured this stuff before. The thought hits him like a truck.

He knows he should stop now, but he can't help but grab another one. He doesn't read this one out loud. But he pictures it. Pictures you imagining this scene.

He takes a second to skim the pages, his eyes widening with each line. "The fuck?" he breathes. "He isn't even fucking her here. He's just..."

This is the stuff you like? Do you want someone to fuck your thighs like this?

When you told Caleb you read a lot, he assumed it was something like cool fantasy, maybe something with dragons or elves.

Not smut books that were a mess of highlighted lines—all of which he assumed were your favorite parts.

"Caleb?"

Caleb turns, book still open in his hand. He should close it, save you the mortification of knowing that he's read what you've pictured before. But the thought of seeing your cute face when you realize urges him to stay there, smiling.

"Hey, Pips."

You slowly walk into your room.

You're about to ask what he's doing, then you see what he's holding.

Your eyes dart to your bookshelf, like you need any more convincing that Caleb is actually reading your smut book. And there it is, the little gap between your books.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit!

You drop the snacks you brought back and lunge at him. "What the hell are you doing?!" you hiss, desperately trying to snatch the book back, but all you're doing is hugging his chest with one hand, while you try and fail to reach your book with the other hand.

Caleb laughs. "Hey, hey! I'm not judging. I'm just surprised."

“I swear to God, give it back—please!”

"He grunts. I gasp. The first glide of his cock between my thighs is choppy, too rough. Unlubricated."

Heat rushes to your cheeks when you hear him actually reading the filth in your book.

"Caleb!" you shriek.

But he doesn't stop. No, he keeps reading, a wild grin spreading across his face as he does. "But then his thrusts slide up, where he made me plenty wet just minutes ago. 'Jesus, you feel—'"

"Stop! Oh my god! I'm going to kill you!"

"Hey, c'mon. This is your favorite part. You highlighted it twice and put little hearts around it."

He clears his throat, and you feel everything in you curl up and die of embarrassment as he starts again, "He is fucking me. Not the way I want him to, maybe, but his head bumps on my clit on every push."

You know it's no use trying to grab your book, so you just slap his chest instead while you beg him to stop.

"I can feel the hot length of him against my folds, and it's good enough for me to beg for it."

Before he can read any more, you manage to snatch the book back. But Caleb's already seen all the things you read about. The things you think about.

You can't look at him. You immediately turn away, face burning and chest tight as you rush to your bed, shove your book in you drawer, and hide under the blankets like that might undo the last 2 minutes.

Most of your plushies bounce to the floor, but you can't bother to pick them up right now.

"You're never allowed in here again," you mutter.

Caleb softens, quietly padding over to your bed to sit down beside you. "Hey—I'm sorry. That was mean."

"Yeah," you bite out. "You're an asshole."

There's an awkward silence that makes you wish you hadn't invited Caleb over in the first place. Then, quietly, he asks, "Is... that what you're into?"

You feel your face burning hotter and you pull your sheets higher over your face. "No!" you quickly shout, even if you're not entirely sure. In theory, it all sounds nice. But actually doing it?

"It's just something I read," you defend. "It doesn't mean I would actually.."

There's another silence. You still want to die—maybe you will. But then Caleb speaks again.

"We could try it, you know? If you want."

Your stomach drops.

Was he being serious? The tips of your ears are red now and you'd cover those too if you weren't already suffocating under your blankets.

"What..?" You glance over your shoulder. Just slightly—just enough to see him. The blush on his cheeks makes you feel slightly better. It means you're not the only one who's affected.

"We could do... that if you wanted to."

You sit up, your lips parted in disbelief. "Are you—Caleb, you can't just say things like that."

Your frustration comes bubbling back up. If this was another one of his jokes, it was mean. Meaner than him reading your smut out loud.

"I'm being serious," he says.

You hesitate.

This can't be real.

You stare at him, trying to gauge whether he's messing with you or not. His eyes are dark, his hand curling into your sheets like he's trying not to reach out and touch you.

"I'd do anything you want, Pips."

Heat curls low in your stomach.

"You'd do the whole.." you clear your throat, still embarrassed, "thigh thing?"

"If it's what you wanted." Caleb's breath hitches slightly, as he leans forward. "Is it?"

You give him a weak, embarrassed nod. And that's all it takes. He crashes his lips against yours in a heated kiss. He doesn't go slow, or try to ease into it—it's all need.

You sigh, blindly nudging your blankets off and wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands were everywhere—your waist, your hips, your thighs, your boobs. It's like he needs every inch of your body burned into his palms.

Slowly, his fingers slip under the waistband of your panties.

You gasp, your hips jumping underneath him. "Wait—"

Caleb pauses. "What? Do you not want this any—"

"No!" You instinctively wrap your arms tighter around his neck. “No, that's not..— It's just.. You don't.. need to do that."

Caleb furrows his brows, and softly, you whisper, "I'm already..."

Caleb lets out a shuddering breath before leaning in to kiss you again, making easy work of your clothes. "From what? From me teasing you? Or telling you I'd do it?"

You let out a breathless whine when you felt the cool air hit your skin. "Both."

Caleb groans, gently easing back on his heels to look at you. "Fuck. You're so pretty." He runs his hands up your side, drinking in every little shudder and twitch. "I don't tell you that enough."

Your face flushes. You feel like you should thank him or compliment him back, but he's already flipping you onto your stomach.

You suddenly feel a little self-conscious. "I'm sorry if I'm not—"

"Mm-mn." He cuts you off, cupping your ass and giving it a light squeeze. "You have nothing to apologize for."

Like he has to prove it, he leans down and kisses the small of your back. It's sweet. Reverent. Then he dips lower, lips trailing over the swell of your ass.

The feeling makes you squirm, but you don't pull away.

"Understand?"

But you don't answer; your head is spinning.

He nips at the plush skin of your ass when he doesn't hear anything. "Tell me you understand. I need you to, Pips. Because if you ever think you are anything less than perfect—"

"I understand," you breathe.

Caleb rolls his tongue over the spot he bit as a small sorry. "Good." Then he pulls back again, and your heart leaps in your throat when you hear the sound of his zipper.

You wiggle nervously, burying your face in your pillow. And when you finally feel him nudge against the cleft of your ass, you nearly whine. He's so big.

You shudder, your hand curling in your sheets. "Caleb.."

"You tell me if you want me to stop, okay?"

You nod, biting your lip when he finally slides himself between your legs. He's leaking.

He grinds once and nearly moans.

"Oh, shit." Caleb's voice breaks. "I might not last long." He bends down, gripping your hip with one hand while he braces the other near your head. "But I promise I'll make you cum."

You flutter at his promise and instinctively push your hips back, forcing him to drag himself along your heat again. The feeling makes every cell in your body scream for more.

Caleb starts slow, but small little sighs keep spilling past his lips. "Like this?" he asks, his cock rocking against you perfectly. "Hm? Is this how they did it?"

You don't even remember the book anymore, you just nod and grasp the hand that's next to your head.

"Yes," you moan into your pillow. "Yes, just like that!"

His groans fill your ears as he sets a steady pace, fucking into the space between your thighs like it's the best thing he's ever had.

Meanwhile, you're a mess. Dripping down your thighs and coating his cock every time he pushes forward. When you imagined this, you thought it would feel good, but this? This is something else entirely.

"Caleb—oh, God—" your voice stutters as your hip clumsily jerks back against his.

"Hah—! Yeah? This feel nice?" He presses his back against yours and starts giving you quick, shallow thrusts. You think you might actually cry now from how mind-numbing the friction is.

"Oh, fuck! Please—No, no, no—Too quick!"

You try to stay still, to force your orgasm back down, but your thighs are trembling, squeezing him.

"Fuck. But it feels so good, doesn't it?"

You squirm. "Caleb! I don't want to cum yet!"

You're seconds away from losing it—you feel it, the heat coiling too tight. Too hot. And just when you think you're going to cum, Caleb wrenches himself away with a huff.

You almost let out a little cry, relief flooding your chest.

Caleb breathes shakily as he slides his hand down your waist, watching your skin prickle with goosebumps.

"You're a mess," he says, eyeing the soaked sheets and the small tremble of your hands like it's a piece of art.

"Fuck..." He slowly drags his hand down your back, his touch making you clench. "I really wanted to see you cum."

"'Mm sorry," you whisper.

Caleb shakes his head, even if you don't see it and dips his hand between your legs. "Don't say sorry. It's cute how much you don't want this to be over yet." He slides his fingers through your slicked bundle of nerves and your body twitches.

"Ah! Caleb..!"

Caleb groans in response, firmly pressing his fingers against you. "You're so sensitive." He gently wiggles his fingers, listening to the wet squelch. "If I touch you, even a little more, you're gonna cum, aren't you?"

You nod helplessly.

Caleb pauses, his fingers stilling in your wet heat just for a second. "Fuck."

He should stop. Should let you set the pace, but he can't. You feel too good. He slides his fingers in slow circles.

"I need to make you cum, pips... Let me. Please let me."

When you whine, he lets out a strained sound, like he's seconds away from breaking.

"I promise we can go again if it isn't enough, just let me feel it once."

"Okay," you murmur, your breath shaky against the fabric of your pillow.

Caleb hovers over you again the instant you give him the okay. "Fingers or cock?" he breathes, too eager to even bother with proper sentences.

"Cock," you whimper, cheeks warming at the way you say it without a second thought.

Slowly, Caleb slips between your thighs again. He bites his lip, giving you the eager, snappy thrusts you liked so much.

You're already shaking again, clinging to your sheets as he rubs that perfect little spot over and over. "Fuck—Hah—! Caleb!"

"Do it."

Your orgasm rips a sinful cry from your throat. You didn't expect it to happen so fast or for it to feel so good. And maybe, if you weren't so fucked out, you might feel embarrassed, but all you feel is bliss.

Caleb groans at the same time, thick ropes of cum shooting across your chest and stomach. He'd been holding it a while, but somehow willed himself to wait for you. So when you finally start to cry and gush on him, he can't hold back anymore.

You collapse into the mattress, sweat clinging to your body, your arousal dripping down your thighs and staining the sheets.

Caleb shakes above you, his breath fanning across your neck. His grip on your hips loosen, but he never moves his hand. He can't.

For a while, neither of you says anything.

Just lay there, completely spent.

Twitching with the aftershock of your guy's orgasms until finally, Caleb gently rolls over and pulls you with him.

You instantly melt into it, lazily snuggling into his side.

"I... I totally get why you read all that now." Your cheeks burn, but you don't say anything. Just press yourself closer. Then he continues, "We should... recreate... every scene from your books."

You purse your lips together as you shake your head. "You're not allowed to touch my books. Ever."

Caleb's head snaps toward you, hair mussed and eyes sparkling with contentment. "What?!" he pants. "But something so good just came out of that."

You glance up at him, eyes glossy and lips pulled into a soft smile. “Mmm… I'll think about it."

Caleb scoffs and tosses his head back against the pillows. "Fine… Did I at least do it right?"

You nod weakly. "That was really good."

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm."

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#lads caleb

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belles-reads · 22 hours ago

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愛 ⋮ you wanted to try something with rafayel .ᐟ

"this—ugh, fuck..." rafayel groaned beneath you, arms tied to his luxurious bed frame with a tie you found somehow scattered in his living room.

"hmm?" a slight smile makes it way up to your glossed lips, all spit and watery from the relentless kisses done a few minutes ago. hands busy with his stiff cock, a pinkish ribbon tied at the base where undoubtedly, most pre-cum had accumulated. "this what, rafa?"

the purple haired artist can't help but release a whimper when your thumb wipes on his sensitive, leaking tip. rubbing on it, up and down, up and down, feeling his veins throb. "... what you wanted t-to try..." his head falls back, trying to continue what he wanted to say.

"yeah, watched something like this last night and couldn't help but think about you." your other hand travel up his naked body, getting a feel of the hardened muscles shivering from your touch alone. "wanted to know, how sensitive your dick is..." your pussy clench around nothing, though you try to rub it against his thigh where you're positioned.

"cutie, don't... shit!" a hiss pours out of his mouth the moment your hand pinched his pink, erected nipple. a giggle erupted from your chest, the sounds he's making gets you more wetter than possible, "how sensitive these nipples are." biting your lip, you watch as he looks up at you.

hair messy, cheeks and ears blooming of red, lips wobbly and drooly from the amount of biting he had done (and maybe yours too), and purple eyes tearing up from the amount of bliss you had put him up to.

"haven't even made you cum yet," your other hand gave a vigorous stroke on his cock which made him moan load—surprised at the sudden movement but got even harder. "ah fuck, please... keep doing that..." his voice turning meek as you give a smile and another nipple squeeze before diving back down to finally, finally jerk him properly.

it started with languid strokes, the ribbon was all wet from the liquid he was releasing. then came the unruly strokes; fast, wild, and chaotic. your right hand moves up and down his twitchy cock while your left hand stays on top of his tip, palm pressing and thumb rubbing at the slit the gives you the most delicious pre-cum.

and rafayel? oh dear, dear rafayel.

is a mess.

his body driven by lust and pleasure, both uncontrollable and reckless.

"fuck! fuck, baby, baby, too—much!"

"holy shit, ugh!"

"no, no, no more please–ah!"

"i-i'm fucking... cumming!"

"cumming... cutie..."

he was in a trance almost, a mantra of your name, body trashing, hands fisting on air, hips lifting, and the best part of it all? was his ropes and ropes of heavy cum, which you milked until the very last drop, until all he could release were clear piss and squirt.

despite it all, your tongue gravitates to his red tip, sucking on the remaining liquid that refuses to come out as your hands play with his raw nipple.

"g-god, break... cutie, need a break..." his hoarse voice send out softly, cock slowly softening in spite of your tongue lapping at all his offers.

"okay, baby." simply laughing softly, you remove the ruined ribbon from his base and the crumbled up tie to release his hands that had left a mark on his skin—to which you kiss and apologise for.

"you're a freak."

you both laugh.

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his baby

sylus one shot (love and deepspace) ⋆｡° | pairing : sylus x fem!reader ⋆｡° | dad sylus - when you woke up that morning and didn't see your baby in the crib, the first thing you did was panic… until you remembered where she could be. ⋆｡° | word count : 0.9k (968) ⋆｡° | autor note : this is one of my fave one shots ever, that's all, that's the note likes and reblogs are appreciated!! :) ★ masterlist here

when you opened your eyes, it was like something jumped in your chest. fear filled you, and it took you a few seconds to remember you were in your room. in your house, completely safe.

you rubbed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to think of anything else that would help distract you. it was at that moment that you looked at the small clock on the nightstand to confirm the time. it was almost 7 a.m., which meant Emma would wake up any moment. you didn't usually wake her up earlier; you preferred to wait for her to wake up on her own and decide she was hungry.

you yawned and looked at the empty spot on the bed next to you. you couldn't deny that something settled in your chest at the thought of Sylus not being there, but you forced yourself to remember that he'd probably just gone to his office downstairs and wasn't actually putting his life in danger in some seedy place in the area. trying to think of something else, you walked to the crib next to the bed, hoping to see your precious baby girl asleep… but it was empty.

the first thing you felt was panic and the urge to scream, thinking someone had broken in and taken Emma, but you forced yourself to think calmly, just as Sylus had taught you. it was impossible; there was security all over the place. Sylus had increased security since you were pregnant, and it got worse when Emma was born, so where… of course, Sylus.

you let out a frustrated huff and turned to leave the room, combing your hair to make yourself look even slightly presentable. your heavy footsteps echoed through the hallways until you reached the floor below, where Sylus' office was. Mephisto was resting on one of the decorations in the hallway and made a sound that caught your attention. you could swear he was making fun of you, or maybe you'd just gone too crazy these past few weeks.

"don't you dare," you warned, raising one of your fingers at Mephisto as a signal for him to stop. he just blinked, and you finally turned to walk the rest of the distance to Sylus' office.

you didn't knock or bother to let him know you were about to enter; you simply pushed the door open in front of you without warning. Sylus didn't even flinch when you entered. he had some papers in one of his hands and… yes, that small lump on his chest.

"what the hell is wrong with you?!" you asked in that tone that made your annoyance evident, but without raising your voice too much, otherwise that small lump in his chest would start crying. "I told you to stop stealing my baby!"

Sylus finally put the papers on the table and looked at you with a strange expression you couldn't decipher. you thought he was going to say something to you in an annoyed tone… even though Sylus had never used an annoyed tone with you before. his eyes traveled all over your body, and for a second, you had the urge to say something, aware of your terrible appearance. you had a three-month-old baby, and even though Sylus helped you a lot, it seemed almost impossible to sleep normally because of your nerves. "you look beautiful today."

you rolled your eyes as you walked toward him. "I'm going to hit you," you muttered, but quickly regretted it when Sylus' smile widened. "you stole my baby."

"she's my baby too," he defended himself.

"you need to stop doing that." you rubbed your face, trying to calm down. Sylus was right. you needed more sleep and you could sleep when he took care of Emma at night, but when you heard her crying, it was practically impossible to close your eyes again.

"she likes to sleep in my arms. besides, you've had her for nine months. she wants to spend time with her father."

"Sylus, she was in my belly. we weren't just living together and drinking tea." you crossed your arms as he settled Emma onto his chest so you could see her. the baby opened her small red eyes, which met yours. she was too identical to Sylus. you were sure your genes didn't even bother fighting for your daughter to have any of you.

"you should sleep. I'll take care of her."

"she needs to eat."

"I already fed her." he pointed to an empty bottle on his desk. your eyes strayed toward it, confirming that Emma had already been fed.

"she needs a diaper change."

"I already did that when she woke up."

you sighed, giving up. maybe you were worrying too much, and a little nap and a shower wouldn't hurt anyone at all. you nodded, leaning down to kiss Emma's little head. "your father doesn't know that as soon as you fall asleep, we're going to have a very serious talk." you spoke in that tone you only used with Emma, and the baby did something that might have been a grimace, but in your eyes, it looked like a small smile.

you looked at Sylus one last time; you couldn't stay mad at him, not when he was such an excellent father and was looking for ways to get you to sleep and have some time for yourself. so with that in mind, you leaned in to place a small peck on his lips.

you finally turned to leave the office, and seconds later, the sound of the door closing echoed in the room.

Sylus sighed, leaning back in his chair again. "I love her," he murmured, as if having a conversation with Emma, who just looked at him with her wide, curious eyes.

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