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they're married guys they're married we're all married yay!!!! 😊🫶

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A dreamy snowfall date with my groom.🤍

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Getting "married" in the prison your God built for you, biggest FU in the world Zayne. Well done.

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“his eyes darkened” “his eyes softened”

Y'ALL I HAD TO GIF THESE 😩🥵

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They're so married may this type of love hunt me down and suffocate me

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Rafayel - Affinity 85 ❤️‍🔥

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Zayne is a notoriously light sleeper. You've woken him up too many times by sneezing or shifting a little too much, and every time he's reaching for his nightstand to get you a tissue and asking if you feel well, or pulling you closer and murmuring in that sleepy voice to ask if something's bothering you. Even when he's at his desk or the couch, eyes closed and taking a short power nap, he's never deep enough into sleep to ignore the sound of you existing in the same space as him. There have been times in the past when you've come home later and even debated whether you should get into bed for risk of waking him up

So you get this strange little idea in your head: what if you wake him up before you get in bed? Not by shaking him or calling his name, mind you. No, you have something much more pleasant in mind as you slip into the dark room. You thrill a little when you see him facing the wall, back to your side of the mattress

Tiptoeing as carefully as you can, listening to his even breaths and, you creep to his side of the bed and lean down. Your heart is racing. You press a tender kiss to his lips. Soft, lingering for a second

He hums into it. You can hear consciousness beginning to wake him in the change of his breathing. See the flutter of his lashes as he cracks open his eyes and smiles in that reserved way he does when he sees you

"I'm home," you whisper, grinning giddily

"Mm." He reaching out to trace your cheek with cool fingers. Adjusts his head on the pillow to see more of you. "You don't usually announce it like this," he whispers into the darkness

You brush his hair out of his eyes. "I feel bad waking you up when I get in bed. I thought you'd prefer this."

He huffs a small laugh. "Yes, I do, but..." His hand curves around the back of your neck at the base of your skull, drawing you down to him for another kiss. And another. And another. His breathy sighs before and after, fanning against your lips, warm and sweet. The effort it takes for him to pull away and finish his thought is palpable. "I never mind being woken by you."

He catches you off guard with a hand to your waist. In one tug, he catches you off balance and pulls you on top of him. He shifts to lay fully on his back, his legs under the blankets adjusting to have you straddling his waist. He looks up at you with adoration and something longing, heated

"Now that I'm awake, however..." He traces the line of your lower lip with his thumb, eyes tracking the motion before he meets your eyes again. "I don't want to go back to sleep just yet."

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I've been seeing this trend going around and it made me curious soooooo

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Oh, to actually be his wife 😢

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I should really be doing homework but the rats yearn to speak their truth

When the LADs boys come visit you do they punch your plushies when you leave the room?

Xavier- it’s on sight. His hands are rated E for everyone. Oh and that Lumiere plush you have on your bed? Yeah it’s getting RKO’d and then tossed underneath your bed. When interrogated he pouts and lays on top of you until you give up.

Zayne- absolutely not. If anything he places the snowman plushies closer to your pillow. He looks away when you ask him.

Rafayel- each plushie is getting a punch to the face. Your cat plushies? It’s getting thrice as many. Acts dumb when questioned.

Sylus- he knocks all the plushies that isn’t the Crow or Dino onto the floor. When asked, he blames it on Mephisto.

Caleb- he pushes in all the plushies eyes inward. Acts all innocent when you come back in and claims they were already like that.

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how would the lads boys react if mc woke them up after a looong night ( wink wink ) and asked them if they still love her! i really want to see this scenario happen with xavier

Y’all want me to write smut so bad omg *jk*

Do You Still Love Me?

Sylus was out of there, one arm under his head and the other around you. Three rounds and he was exhausted however, here you were wide awake staring at the high ceiling. Your mind wandered, why? Who knows. Something was bugging you and you didn’t want to wake him up but you were so bothered.

So you shook him interrupting his snoring.

“Sylus? Do you still love me?” You asked him as he looked at you a bit discombobulated at that.

“Do I? Wait…” He closes his eyes trying to adjust. He breathes through his nose before opening his eyes again.

“Why did you ask me that?” He questioned his voice deep and raspy as you look at him sadly.

“Because I’ve been up thinking about it.” He chuckled tiredly as his thumb caressed your arm.

“That mind of yours runs wild even at the dead of night.” He sucks in air before sighing, “I love you in every life I’m given. That won’t change.” He reassured you making your worried features soften.

You snuggle into him before he immediately falls back to sleep. Snoring like the dragon he is.

Caleb was laid out, understand? He was hard to wake up unless you left the bed. His grip on you was deadly. You were thinking did he actually love you? You guys were on different levels of life so why should he?

“Caleb? Do you love me?” You mumbled quietly but if it’s your voice he has the ears of a hound. He perks up looking at you with slightly cocked eyes.

“Of course I do. I’ve loved you all my life.” He muttered softly his voice filled with exhaustion. He holds you close kissing your temple.

“Really?” You mumbled quietly making him nod. “Yes. Always.” He trailed off before going back to bed.

His answer was good enough for you to get a good nights rest.

Poor Zayne was put into a comatose state. On top of having a long stressful day and having you he was done for the night. He was sound asleep before you woke him with your late night thoughts.

“Zayne do you still love me?” This made him blink awake slowly. He still found time to reassure you no matter how tired he was.

“Feelings like mine don’t change over night.” He says closing his eyes once more.

“Really? Not even if I’m annoying?” He side eyes you tiredly.

“You’re never annoying to me. Now rest it’s good to get at least 8 hours of sleep. In our case 6 is just as good.” He kisses you softly and slowly nearly moaning in your mouth before breaking away.

He would show you how much he loved you more if he didn’t have work in the morning.

Xavier was laid out flat damn near taking up the whole bed. You were stuck in thought. What if he only wanted to sleep with you? What if he secretly hated you and just didn’t show it? You were pulling at straws for at least 20 minutes.

“Xay. Xavier? Do you love me.” His head wobbles as he tries to lift it from your shoulder. He looks around like he doesn’t know where he is before his slightly red eyes fall onto you.

“Of course I do where did this come from?” He questioned you as he pulls you into his chest.

“I don’t know…” You trail off making him hum as he kisses your temple.

“I’ve loved you for a very long time and I’ll continue to do so.” He answers before immediately falling back to sleep on top of your head.

You smiled softly before snuggling into him.

Rafayel looked like a peanuts character with the way he was sleeping. He was insatiable tonight and even though he told you he loved you throughout the night it still didn’t satiate the voices telling you he didn’t.

“Raf? Do you still love me?” You pouted as your forearms were crossed on his chest.

“Duh! What made you ask me that?” He asked as groggy as ever almost making you laugh.

“I dunno…just thinking.” You shrug making him pluck your forehead.

“Well stop doing that. If I didn’t I’d treat you how I treat those old people at the art expos.” He explained his voice casually trailing off into sleep. You shake your head before kissing his clammy cheek.

You snuggle in, to which he involuntarily squeezes you into him, and fall asleep.

I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t add reaction pics

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☾𖤓 ; imagine caleb wanting to breed you but he can’t :(

in the past, you’ve used several forms of contraception, never really paying much attention to condoms. but, it just seems that each option is only more painful or inconvenient than the last, and you’re tired of putting yourself through that much discomfort just to have sex.

by the time you become physical with caleb, condoms are the only form of protection you’re willing to use—and reasonably so.

he’ll agree with faux enthusiasm to use condoms with you, completely masking his devastation.

it just breaks him to know that a stupid piece of latex is keeping the two of you from being truly connected. keeping him from filling his precious girl up to the brim.

oh how he wishes he could just fill you up so good with his seed—he’d even use his fingers push it in, really make sure it takes. he’d do it over and over again, spilling inside your pretty pussy as many times as it takes to get you pregnant. he’d put you in every position he can twist your body into, settling on a mating press that allows him to get so fucking deep. he’d ruin his sleeping schedule to stay up fucking you in a heartbeat, too—you’d be trying for a baby with him every. single. day.

but it’s not just the thought of filling you up that gets him.

he wants to build a family with you, a home. wants to have kids so he can give them his love too, even more love than he gives you. and he knows you would be the best mother; so sweet, so thoughtful, so nurturing.

yet, he knows it’s completely out of the question to ever finish inside of you without your permission. you’d be so hurt, you’d never look at him the same, never trust him again—and that terrifies him more than anything.

so, he finds ways to cope, trying to make his reality even a bit more bearable.

touching himself, he fantasizes about fucking you raw, balls deep inside your sopping pussy. being able to feel all of you, nothing restricting him, nothing keeping him from pouring his entire being into you. he’d push your thighs up against your chest, panting wildly as he rams into you like a madman, just desperate to spill his seed.

and he just knows for a fact that it would be heavenly, knows that you’d glow after finally letting him cum inside of you. you’d be even prettier—if that’s even possible.

cursing to himself, he decides that he’s just gonna have to find some way to convince you to let your precious caleb breed you—no matter what it takes.

a/n: smash.

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Happy belated birthday, Caleb! 🎉❤️

I was unfortunately very busy during June and couldn't draw it in time 😭 Best wishes from your Pipsqueak ❤️❤️