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Zyne x #KPOPDEMONHUNTERS

I’ve got plans to draw them all so wish me luck 🥹🩷✨

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Pairing: Rafayel x fem reader

Warnings: Mentions of SH, abusive parents, angst with some fluff

Word count: 1,531

A/N: I’ll update this later to look pretty soon, for now enjoy <3 I can’t believe this is my first rafayel fic😭🩵

Pain, that's all you've ever known. Your parents weren't really around much, leaving you to fend for yourself.

Sure you had friends but they could only do so much, not to mention you always felt like a burden to them.

So when you found this one game you were instantly hooked to it, of course your favorite was the purple haired fishie.

You spent hours and hours on the game, his voice like a soothing melody which made you feel at peace for once.

It was a calm Saturday morning, sunlight streaming in through the blinds. You awoke to the sound of a notification on your phone, so reaching for the nightstand you picked up your phone unlocking it.

Rafayel: Good morning cutie, don't forget our promise

A smile grazed your lips, the new morning feature was your favorite, besides the sleep feature they added not long ago.

Opening up the app, you were met with the song submerged eclipse followed by the familiar background of all the boys.

Once in you immediately did your dailies before going to the study option with Rafayel, now sitting at your desk with homework that needed to be done.

It was peaceful, almost like he was really there with you. What you wouldn't give if he was real, unfortunately you just had this for now.

The moment was soon interrupted by your mother who barged in, "Good your up, be useful and clean the house yeah? It's gotten quite- disgusting since you've been lazy"

Confused, you looked to your mom "But I clean everyday and I'm doing homework right n-" , you were cut off by a sharp sensation on your cheek. Tears welt in yours eyes as she spoke "Ungrateful child, do as your told!"

With that she left, you just sat there for a few moments more clutching your cheek. Why was this your life? You tried your hardest to deal with this but your strength was starting to go away again.

It frightened you to your core, there was only so much you could take until you were back to using again. If it weren't for your friends you'd probably be 6ft deep right now, they were the only ones who knew what you did.

Sighing, you stood up leaving your phone on the desk and headed downstairs. The sight that greeted you was nauseating, trash was dumped all over the floors, some on the couch and rugs.

Well time to get to work.

2 hours passed, you managed to clean up all the trash, mop the floors, scrub the couch and rugs just in time since your parents came back as you were still kneeling on the rug.

"So, you are useful. Good" is all your mom spoke, she then turned on her heels and walked away with your dad following behind her.

Now that you were done, you left the living room and headed back upstairs to take a quick shower, cleaning your body of that gunk then got out now dressed in some silk pajamas and went back to your desk to finish up the homework.

Luckily it was easy so it could be done in no time, what you didn't know was that he was watching you.

He saw, he knew what was happening to you and it killed him that he couldn't help you at first.

Breaking the fourth wall was easy once he knew mc was just a puppet, you were the person he truly loved.

So he had found a way to bring you to his world, it wouldn't be permanent, atleast not yet but he could still show you the love you deserved, the love you needed.

Apparently you had fallen asleep, but when you awoke you weren't at your desk no.. your head lifted, eyes meeting his own.

Were you dreaming? Surely you were.. however his heartbeat beneath the hand you hand on his chest said he wasn't a dream, that he was really here with you.

As if reading your thoughts, he smiled softly and spoke "I'm here cutie, it's not a dream." He leaned in, lips gently kissing your head "Your safe now"

For your time there he took you to all his favorite spots, whether it be restaurants or just places he went to be alone at times, neither of you wanted to be apart from the other

One day he planned a whole picnic, taking you to a beautiful but secluded spot by whitesand bay.

He layed down the blanket, gesturing you to get on first before he did. Once you both sat down he placed the basket in between you both.

"Soo what did you bring?" You asked, already eyeing the basket. Rafayel chuckled softly "Impatient are we now?" but then opened the basket.

Inside were all your favorite foods he had learned, tears started to prick in your eyes. It was just about the food, it was about everything.

For once in your life you actually felt loved and cared for, it was heartbreaking that this wouldn't be permanent.

Seeing the tears start flow, Rafayel reached over, carefully bringing you closer so that now you were in his lap. His large hands soothingly rubbed your back while you let everything out soaking his shirt, not like he minded anyway.

Pulling away after awhile, you used your sleeve to wipe the rest of your tears while murmuring "Thank you..for everything Rafayel"

A small smile grazed his lips, hands going to cup your face "You deserve it cutie, I will make this permanent soon I promise"

With that, you both just enjoyed each other's company while eating the food he packed, occasionally he tried taking yours playfully to which you swatted his hand making him pout.

He never could make it permanent though, not in time. The following day would be your last together, so he took you out to the arcade, winning you any plushie you wanted, got icecream together, went to a Photo Booth, anything to see that beautiful smile again.

You both ended up walking along the beach after everything, hand in hand. Suddenly he stopped, making you stop aswell.

Turning to him, you tilted your head confused seeing his expression "Raffie? What's wrong?"

He turned, facing you fully "I have one last gift, but I cannot give it to you without your ok."

Rafayels gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips, the question clear. Your hands moved to his shoulders as you spoke softly "Go ahead"

Breathing a sigh of relief, his hands went to your hips, gently pulling you closer then leaned down, capturing your lips with his own.

His lips felt like heaven, so perfect and soft, knowing it was your first kiss he happily guided you while holding you closer.

As much as you would love to continue, you knew it wouldn't be possible. Breaking the kiss, you both just held one another, a tear rolling down Rafayels cheek.

In just an instant you were gone, no goodbyes, no confessions, no nothing. There was so much he wanted to say to you, so much he wanted to show you.

While you were transported back to your own world, Rafayel collapsed to his knees back on whitesand bay. Pearls collected on the sand from his tears, his heart felt like breaking all over again.

As soon as you went home, appearing in your desk as if you had never left, your parents were there cleaning everything out as they had assumed you ran away.

They weren't overjoyed seeing you though, your mother just felt rage. Walking over she grabbed you by your hair "You have the nerve to return after leaving?! Who do you take us for? A charity? Get out!"

Your mother dragged you by your hair out the room, downstairs, to the front door where she opened it and threw you out into the pouring rain all while your father watched silently, but his gaze was soft for once until your mother looked back at him.

"Your no child of mine, you disgust me" she spat, turning and slammed the door in your face.

Tears streamed down your face, you could feel a panic attack starting up. Getting up, you held yourself as you began running somewhere, anywhere.

You don't know how far you ran, didn't even realize you were on a bridge now with the river flowing below you.

Taking a deep breath, you climbed atop the railing. Was this a good solution? No, but you had no more strength left, no more willpower.

Memories of yours and Rafayels time together started playing in your mind, those were the ones you would always hold in your heart.

Without a second thought, you fell forwards off the bridge. The wind rushing around you till the cold water engulfed your body, the force of the impact knocked the air from your lungs causing you to pass out instantly.

As your body started sinking deeper and deeper into pitch darkness, arms suddenly wrapped around you.

In the depths his markings began glowing, long hair flowing in the water while holding your limp body close "It's not your time yet my beloved.."

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Watching kpop demon hunters and oh my god- new obsession coming I feel it

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"The things that I truly want are so far out of reach." , “The place you hold in my heart far outweighs this little scale”

✦ Series ✦

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

✦ One-shots/Two-shots ✦

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

✦ Drabbles ✦

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

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💚- Fluff, 🥝 - Smut, 🌾- One-shots, 🐍 - Two-shots, 🪴- Angst, 🍈- Series, 🐉- Completed, 🐲- Ongoing, 🌴- Dark, 🌵- Drabbles

✎ Jinshi & Rafayel

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Jealous Jinshi letting Maomao know he's jealous in his own Jinshi way

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The Mascot

Inspired by the prompts carnival and mutation!

Creature x fem reader

P in v sex

The Carnival is alive with music and awash with bright colors and flashing lights. The grassy plain is crunchy with popcorn and discarded pretzel sticks. Someone has stuffed a prize toy into a trashcan already overflowing with trash. The toy's eyes glitter with red LED hearts and it keeps repeating, "Aw, I love you!" over and over again.

You yawn as you wander, wishing the night would end so you can collapse in your trailer. You have no more dances to perform, but there's too much noise and excitement to think about sleeping.

"Yo, what the fuck are you supposed to be?" You hear a laughing male voice jeer.

"Dunno man, maybe he's that cartoon bear?" A second voice chimes in.

"Winnie The Pooh was yellow, dipshit!"

You curiously round the corner to see two young men harassing Andar, the carnival's mascot. You've never seen him out of that fluffy honey-colored bear costume and at this point you're dying with curiosity and considering peeking into his trailer in the morning when he's getting into the costume just so you can see what he looks like. Andar doesn't move, just stands there silently regarding the two boys who barely look a day over eighteen or nineteen.

You don't know how they can stand there in front of the massive bear mascot and not feel at least a little fear. Sure, the costume is made to look cute, but Andar is well over six feet tall and fills out the whole costume. You watch from your spot by one of the tents, because you know he can handle himself.

"Bears like sweet stuff, right? Come on, drink this!" One of the boys throws his cup of pink lemonade all over Andar and your plan to standing back is out the window.

"Hey, knock it off!" You stalk forward.

"Damn," the second boy says when he spots you, looking appreciatively over your sparkly leotard. "You look like a fairy."

"Do one of your dance routines for us," the first one says, grabbing your arm with caramel-sticky hands.

Before you can even tell him to let go Andar has tugged off one of the paws of his costume in a flash and lifts the boy clear off his feet.

"Oh shit," he squeals. "George!"

"The fuck am I supposed to do?" George bellows. "You better put my friend down, b-buddy! Or else!"

Your eyes zero in on Andar's hand, greedily taking in what part of him you can see, which is his hand and an inch of his wrist. His hand is tan and scarred, fingernails strangely blackened like he dropped something heavy on them. There are tattoos on his thick fingers, but you don't have time to decipher what they are. Andar half drops and half shoves the boy, who rolls head over heels before coming to a dazed stop. George grabs him by the scruff of his collar and they run off together, sufficiently terrified. You can't help but giggle.

"Serves you right," you murmur, before turning to Andar.

He has pulled the paw back on and he's standing there looking at you. You can't see anything thanks to the cartoonish bear head that sits snug on his shoulders, and it only adds to the intrigue.

"God, that's going to be hell to clean," you mutter, untying the bandana from your neck to try and soak up some of the lemonade.

You dab at the mess, but there's not much use, it has all soaked into the thick faux fur. All you're really doing is feeling him up. Through the fur, you think you can feel the hard lines of his body. You pause and look at him sheepishly. The bear's head is tilted down, he's definitely looking at you. He takes a step forward, crowding you against a stack of crates. You step back willingly until your back bumps against the slats of wood. He lifts his head slightly and paws at the zipper high up on his neck. It takes you a moment to realize he's asking, Is this what you want?

"Here? You know what, who cares?" You nod eagerly, your tongue darting out and licking over your bottom lip.

He tugs off one paw and you get to see his hand again. Now that he's standing closer to you the tattoos look like inscriptions, decorating the backs of his fingers and crawling up his hand to disappear into the sleeve of the costume. Interesting. He grips your hips and spins you around, shoving one of the crates off of the stack to make it the perfect height to bend you over. Your mouth opens in a slight gasp at the warm press of his palm on your shoulder blades, easing you down until your upper body is resting on the crate.

You squirm in silent anticipation but he takes his time, rubbing his palm down your back and then up your side, fingertips brushing against the side of your breast through your leotard. You push your hips back against him and unless you're imagining things, he's got a lot to work with down there. The tiniest moan escapes from you when you hear the hiss of a zipper being pulled down.

You try to turn your head for a glimpse, but his hand lands on your cheek, pushing it back forward. He doesn't want you to see him. That only makes you more curious, but you respect his wish and keep your head forward, staring at the striped wall of the tent you're behind. It's noisy with the distant sound of laughter and game bells, but you still manage to pick up on the sound of him spitting into his palm and slicking it over his cock. What you would give to see it! Instead, you settle for feeling instead. You reach back and tug the crotch of the leotard aside.

The material is so thin and high up on your hips that it's impossible to wear underwear with it, so now there's nothing else between your slick pussy and his cock. He guides the head of his cock against your folds, brushing it up and down, teasing it against your clit. You're shivering.

"Please, just put it in," you beg, arching your hips some more, hoping you can give him all the access he needs--you cry out when he slides into you.

Fuck, he's just as big as you imagined, maybe bigger. He lets out a single grunt as he comes to a rest deep inside you, and your walls clench desperately around him. He's bracing his hands against the crate to keep most of his weight off of you, but you're consumed by the urge to have him crushing you down and fucking into you. You can hear his ragged breaths through the mask but other than that and the rock-solid cock inside you, he's completely still.

"Andar, can you move." Your voice sounds whiny and demanding so you add, "Please?"

He pulls back slowly and you moan at the feeling of his veiny cock dragging over your walls. He shoves back in with a deep, unhasty glide, and it feels like the air is being squeezed out of your lungs. His pace is measured, leisurely. It feels so, so good, but you need more if you're going to cum. One of your hands is holding your leotard to the side and the other is clutching the crate for dear life because each time his hips press into yours the whole stack shifts ominously.

"Can you touch me?" You ask breathlessly, shamelessly. "Rub my clit."

His hand caresses down your side and down to the curve of your ass, squeezing so tight it's almost painful.

"That's not what I asked--"

He smacks your ass, and your mouth falls open in surprise and you clench hard around him. Another smack and a lightbulb goes on over your head.

"Please rub my clit?"

Immediately his hand goes between your legs and presses to where you want it most. His cock throbs inside you as he gives a particularly hard thrust.

"Fuck, so you like it when I ask nicely?" You giggle and purr, "Does that turn you on?"

You squeak when he pinches your clit. "Owww, okay, I'll stop teasing you!"

You realize his other hand is bare, braced against the side of the crate close to your head. His nails look almost bruised, the beds a dark, bluish color.

"What happened to your nails?"

Wrong question to ask. He cuffs you by the back of your neck and hauls you away from the crates, putting your back against the warm, sticky fur of his costume. His other arm is wrapped around your belly, hand jammed between your legs and mercilessly playing with your clit. He lifts you clean off your feet, so there's no way to brace yourself. You almost scream when he decides now if a great time to pick up the pace, thrusting into you brutally, his breaths ragged in your ears.

"Fuck!" You shriek.

His hand leaves your neck and clamps over your mouth and you hear him growl in your ear. The sound vibrates through you, and your nipples harden to aching little buds as you babble senselessly against his hand as he proceeds to use you like a toy. You cum hard around him, your hips jerking as he fucks you through it and rudely pushes you right into another one as his fingers slip over your clit. Your eyes roll back in your head and you go limp against him, completely drained.

All you can do is offer a little moan as he stiffens, crushing you against his body as he cums inside you. He pulls out and your limp hand loses its grip on the leotard, which snaps snugly back into place, the material keeping his cum slathered against your folds even as it drips out. You lean against the crates because your legs refuse to hold you up. By the time you look at Andar he's zipped his costume back up and wiggled the paws on, so he looks perfectly unruffled, with the exception of the pink stain on the fur. You, on the other hand, feel like you've been tumbled in a washing machine, overheated and undone. He regards you for a moment, then turns and walks away.

You rest your head against your forearms with a content sigh. You could almost fall asleep right here. A droplet of something cold hits your arm, and you straighten with a start. Andar is standing in front of you, clumsily holding a cup full of icy sofa between his paws. More condensation drips onto the grass. You take it gratefully, and it doesn't escape your notice that he got your favorite flavor.

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RafayelxMc🐟🫠

I can't resist him (I need mating)

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All night and all day with him😩🩵

Counterattacking the angst in my ask box with a horny gif. Your welcome 😋

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Tell me I’m not the only one who sees it, these bratty bitches are twinning😌

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raf's sea god body so tea it's just begging you to wrap your legs around his waist

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The dragon and his siren ⊹₊⟡⋆

Sylus and Rafayel from Love and Deepspace

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──── 𝑺𝑼𝑩𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑬𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑺𝑬

╰ 𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍 LOVE AND DEEPSPACE: SUBMERGED ECLIPSE

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──── 𝑺𝑼𝑩𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑬𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑺𝑬

╰ 𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍 LOVE AND DEEPSPACE: SUBMERGED ECLIPSE

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I’m not ok I NEED himmmm, fully prepared to spend for this man just to get his cards

Crying screaming throwing up

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I missed mermay sorry do I still get a pass to be a fish-freak?