#Love and Deepspace Drabble

[anglbunny]

REVERSE COWGIRL

♡. multi, men who can't get enough of your ass, smut mdni, ass fetish

he’s the kind of man who needs to see it. reverse cowgirl isn't just his favorite — it’s a requirement. from the moment you crawl over him and turn around, he’s already groaning, already gripping your hips like they belong to him. because they do — especially when you're riding him like that.

“just like that,” he mutters, voice low and wrecked. his hands smooth over your waist, your back, then drop to your ass — grabbing, spreading, slapping, anything to make it bounce more, move more, ruin him more.

he’s obsessed. the way your spine curves when you arch, the little gasp you let out when he bucks up into you, the soft slap of skin, the jiggle, the sweat, the sound —he’s eating it all up with hooded eyes and a sharp grip.

“look at that fuckin’ ass,” he moans, like you don’t already know he’s been staring since you got on top. like he hasn’t been chasing that view since the second he laid eyes on you. like he hasn’t dreamed of this — your ass bouncing, his name falling from your lips, and his cock buried deep.

sometimes he leans back and just watches, cocky smirk on his lips and one hand lazily stroking your back. sometimes he loses patience, grabs your hips and slams you down harder, gasping when you moan. sometimes he finishes fast, undone by nothing but the sight of you.

but the best is when he finishes and still doesn’t stop — when he keeps you like that, fucked-out and trembling, whispering, “one more. lemme see it bounce again, baby. yeah, just like that.”

TL: @samm1e13 @demiitria @syleepy @chaoslibra @bontenxo @pinkymangacaps @riinniies @samthesimp1 @sapphireluv @s4turnx1 @nevvynev @cookiesandcreammy @rinniebinniebay @ravenbc @kamelika @luvsymai @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @silverwings920 @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @yanderebluelockfan @valexqpt @bigclownshoes @rinniewinnie787 @satorella @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @mihyas-dieehefrau @ravenbc @shezuannn @greekyoghurtwithberries @snowsilver2000 @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @ravenbc @mihyas-dieehefrau

A/n: i think when im ovulating, i have a thing for men begging

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[Masterlist]

[maddypixiedream]

Absolutely giddy over the thought of Sylus following MC when they crash out (deserved).

Like…MC has every reason to go dark side, and Sylus wouldn’t even flinch.

You are his moral compass, his reason for being. The reason for it ALL. So he would take your rage, your grief, feed the dragon in him with those righteous, fiery gems. Horns and claws to tear into your enemies when just using his Evol doesn’t feel like enough. When your beautiful beast needs to feel the warmth of traitors blood soaking his scales.

He becomes your sword, your shield, your Herald. For every agonized scream, tearing of your skin, bruise, cut, he takes a head. Bleeding your enemies dry before leaving the most succulent pieces to your beautiful destruction. You are a goddess of the Cosmos. Him, your devoted warrior priest

There’s never a question. Never a doubt or regret in his mind as he holds you together in the quiet of the early morning. The sunrise warming the paradise he tore the world asunder to create for you.

You command him, his very essence, in every lifetime, and there is nowhere else he��d rather be than by your side. In flower and battlefields alike. He will worship you as you are.

[lumieresdreams]

i have the silly husband!zayne in the mind so time to ramble about him 😊

husband!zayne who wakes up first and either cooks breakfast or heats up the already prepared meal from the night before that was in the fridge. once you wake up, he's already made you your drink of choice that he's memorized by heart. it's a lot less sweeter for his liking (he'd sneakily take a sip just to make sure he got it right once in a while) but it was one of the details he loves about you

husband!zayne who pulls you into his arms and affectionately squeezes you momentarily just to hear you giggle before he goes to work, your voice and laughter sounds like home to him

husband!zayne who keeps you updated about his work, checks up on you while on break and even sometimes texts you if he has tea to share once he gets back home after work

husband!zayne who, contrary to his professional exterior, is a great storyteller when it comes to sharing gossip. he doesn't need to change his monotonous tone much, his looks and dramatic pauses alone says a thousand words

husband!zayne who feels really guilty when he doesn't get to give you a heads up about an emergency situation that he gets pulled into and makes it up by taking you to both of your favorite pastry store and having a nice afternoon date there

husband!zayne who adores your cooking, even if some days you can only cook a simple meal. he'd suggest simple ways to spice it up next time and if you do take him up on it, he'd give you an honest critique about it

husband!zayne who pulls you into his nightly care routine before bed. shaving his face, skin care, then brushing his teeth. he'd let you shave his face and put on the skin care products on him, he puts your own products on yours and you do this almost every night if you both have enough energy by the end of the day

husband!zayne who loves having you lay your head on his chest, one of his arms wrapped around your waist comfortably as you two chat in hushed whispers about silly jokes and 'i love you's into the dark before falling asleep together

[lotusapple-xia]

Netflix and Hypotheticals

✰ summary: after finishing a Black Mirror episode, you ask Zayne yet another hypothetical question, to which he indulges in ✰ pairing: Zayne x reader ✰ content: fluff, established relationships, married Zayne x reader ✰ w/c: 375 ✰ notes: based on the Black Mirror episode "Common People". One of my fav episodes it made me distraught. Also this is based on a tiktok and i know for a fact that Zayne the PEAK husband ever would do anything to keep you

🪷Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!🪷

The end credits roll on the TV and you look up at Zayne expectantly. He looks at you over his glasses at your pouty face cuddled into his chest.

“What’s on your mind darling?” Brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead, he indulges in what he’s assuming is another hypothetical question of yours. You have a habit of asking him those. From “would you love me if I was a worm?” to “what would you do if I was a random girl?”. He knows it’s not a test of how much he loves you. His love for you in undeniable. You just love to tease and see what he answers.

“Would you pay $300 to keep me alive every month?”

“Darling, I would pay whatever price to keep you alive,” Zayne’s gentle voice of assurance answers. His words are filled with conviction as if the hypothetical question would become true. Although you know that with his career as a renowned cardiac surgeon, he would have no trouble paying any sort of fees, it’s the principle of the matter. “I love you, you’re my wife, and I would do whatever it takes to keep you with me.” He nuzzles against the top of your head to further prove his point, not that he had to.

“Oh really, Doctor Li? What would you do to keep me with you hm?” You teasingly prod.

As Zayne’s hand runs up and down your waist, he speaks gently, like he’s sharing a secret only you two are privy to. “I would make sure no one else hurts you or has the chance to ever steal you away, Mrs Li”. An adoring kiss is pressed to your forehead along with a knowing smile. You’re weak when you’re referred to as Mrs Li. It’s the most obvious signal that you’re his and he’s yours.  

The combination of the sweet kiss and the promise to make you his forever, satiates you, and you press a searing kiss to his lips. Hums of content are shared in the space between you. As you pull away, your eyes lock. Zayne’s green boba eyes, glazed over with the same fond expression as the day you started dating, stare back at you.

“I love you.”

[comatosebunny09]

When your breasts are tender and sore during your luteal phase, Sylus draws you into his lap on your couch and slides his hands under your shirt to cup them.

“What are you doing?” you half-snort, your spine acquainting itself with his chest.

He buries his nose in the hollow of your shoulder, inhaling your warm scent. His lips curve against it. “I recall someone telling me that heat helps curb the pain.”

You shut your eyes, exhaling slowly. Come to think of it, his palms do feel absolutely wonderful. “You remembered that?”

“I remember everything when it comes to you.”

“Sap,” you laugh.

He lightly squeezes your breasts in warning, thumbs teasingly sliding over the pucker of your nipples. The sensation shoots straight to the pleasant space between your thighs.

“Keep being mean to me, and I’ll leave you to suffer alone, kitty-cat.”

You both know his threat is hollow.

[sweetcalebb]

caleb when you're a clumsy drunk ! ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

wc: 543

for context: you and your friends thought a little get-together with some drinks would he fun. except they want to do it in a trailer, rather than in the house that's just 30 feet away

pt 1 here - soft smut!

srry this is so weird and specific?

—

You really didn’t think it was that far to the house. Like, okay, maybe the room was spinning a little, and maybe you'd fallen over about ten times already just sitting down, but that bathroom had a real mirror and smelled like vanilla!

Not whatever haunted this trailer one. Still, your friends insisted you use the one in the trailer for your own safety. It was only a few steps away, and if anything happened, they'd be right there.

That's how you ended up with Caleb standing in there with you, his back toward you while you peed.

In any other circumstance where you weren't drunk off your ass, you would've been mortified. Would've screeched at the mere thought of Caleb standing in the same room while you peed.

But now?

You couldn't give two shits.

And clearly, nor did Caleb. Except he wasn't drunk. He laughed, bracing his hands on the flimsy sliding door as you drunkenly leaned forward and rested your forehead against his back.

"Pips! C'mon. Are you done pissing?"

You giggled, lazily sliding your hand up his leg before curling it around his waist and trying to tug him closer, like you weren't currently sitting on the toilet, skirt and panties hanging loosely around your ankles.

"Mmn.. I thinkkk so."

Caleb huffed. "You think so?"

"Mm.."

"Push. See if more comes out."

You laughed, hugging him tighter. "You're soo weird. You got a piss kink, big boy?"

Caleb snorted, nearly turning around to look at you because of the absurdity of the nickname you just used. "Big boy?" he echoed. "You have never called me that." Then adamantly, he added, "And I do not have a piss kink."

A beat.

"Unless you do. Then I guess I could get into it that's what—"

"Stopppp." You started weakly slapping his stomach, your breathy little laughs fanning dangerously close to his butt. "I don't have a piss kink."

"Alright," he relented, shifting in the tight space. It was uncomfortable, sure, but he would do this 100 more times tonight if it's what he had to do to keep you from falling flat on your face.

"Now seriously. You done, pips?"

You ignored his question, instead sliding your other hand up his waist and fisting it in his shirt as you tried to drag him even closer. "You are suchh a sweet boyfriend, you know that?"

Caleb smiled, heat blooming in his chest. "Thank you. I'll carry that with me forever."

"Like, reaallyy," you slurred. "Like, I can't believe you're in the bathroom with me right now, being so sweet, and kind, and patient."

"I'll always come to the bathroom with you," he said. "Even when you're sober."

"Absoluttelly not. I'm too.. shy sober."

"You shouldn't be. Not with me."

You sighed, gently peeling your hands away from him. "You're right." There was a beat of silence. Then you sat upright again, "Okay, now I'm gonna wipe. Don't look, okaayy?"

"Okaayy," Caleb mimicked, trying to take a step forward to give you more room. "I promise I won't look."

When you were done, you clumsily pulled your clothes up and stumbled outside the bathroom, into the crowded hall between the bed and the lounging area.

You fell against Caleb, who happily wrapped his hands around you and kept you close.

"I love you," you murmured.

Caleb smiled, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "I love you."

[sylusdarling]

Prized Possession

Drabble

Sylus x reader

inspired by this tweet

Sylus was in a bad mood today. You watched him as he stormed out angrily this morning, he was a man on a mission.

“Hey boys,” You approached Luke and Kieran.

“Miss!” They both swung their heads around to look at you.

“Do you both mind telling me what’s up with Sylus today?” You were hoping that his right hand men had some sort of idea of what was going on.

“Boss had his wallet stolen.” Luke said and Kieran nodded.

Just as the boys had said, Sylus had his wallet stolen. Unfortunately for the thief, his prized possession was in there.

Standing in an alley way, his fingers were wrapped in a man’s dirty hair as he sat on his knees in front Sylus. His face was bloodied and his lip quivered as he was at Sylus’ mercy.

“It’s a simple question, really.” Sylus yanked the man’s head back hard and he let out a loud cry.

“Fine! Y-yes I stole your wallet.” The man shook as he spoke.

In one motion Sylus loosened his grip and the man fell face first into the ground. Crouching down, Sylus dug his hand into the cowards coat and retrieved his wallet. Opening the black leather pouch, he plucked something small out of it and tucked it into his suit pocket. With a straight face Sylus threw his wallet on the ground infront of the man.

“Take it, since you clearly want it so bad.”

Reading a book in bed, you stayed up waiting for Sylus. He always told you to put yourself first and sleep but you just couldn’t until your husband was by your side again. The tall man walked into the room, he made sure he opened the door quietly incase you were sleeping.

“Sweetie, you’re still awake.”

Setting the book down on the night stand, you hopped out of bed and walked up to your husband. You wrapped your arms around him in a hug, he did the same. After a moment you pulled away.

“I heard someone stole your wallet today, get it back?” You questioned.

He nodded, “The wallet wasn’t very valuable. I just had to fetch something inside of it first.”

“Oh like some secret information or money?” You giggled clearly being sarcastic.

Bringing his large hand to your head, he ruffled your hair.

“Something like that.” He hummed. “Let’s go to bed, sweetie.”

“Sounds good.” You dragged your husband by hand to the bed as you climbed under the covers.

Before changing into his pyjamas, Sylus took the item he obtained out of his jacket and placed it on the bedside table.

There on the nightstand sat a polaroid of you with a large smile as you scooped a bite of a chocolate drizzled sundae into your mouth.

It was his prized possession.

[cosmiquenotes]

yknow those small companion bots? this thing here

rafayel will 100% get one and demands that you take it whenever you are on a mission and he does the same too.

he would take the tiny little bot and whenever he wants to show you something he just pulls it out

in raf's eyes these are the best human inventions because he feels like he can take you anywhere whenever work separates you too

[bronzealchemy]

them finding out your bf broke up with you

with: zayne, caleb, sylus

context: pre-relationship

content: slightly suggestive

[umamaki]

zayne is absolutely decked out in piercings and i will die on that hill.

he, caleb, and you had all gone to get your ears pierced together once you were old enough.

of course, zayne took one for the team and got pierced first. you and caleb made a scene about being scared lol

anyways, this is just the beginning. after that, he had went and gotten more by himself during undergrad and such.

reason 1 is because of how many compliments you would give to him on his piercings, coming up to him saying "y'know this piercing would suit you soo well..." and how could he deny you when you looked so sweet asking him, when you'd shower him with so much attention afterwards?

and reason 2 is because having multiple piercings was a reminder for him to take care of himself amongst everything else going on. he works really hard, consuming most of his time with taking care of other people, which then causes him to unconsciously neglect his own needs. with his piercings though, he has to constantly remember to cleanse them twice a day with solution, soak them, to not sleep on his side, and whatnot.

for the piercings themselves, i really love to imagine how he'd look with a lip ring, but zayne is lowkey the type not to get one because of the damage it would do to his teeth and gums. rip to my tongue piercing zayne fantasies too..

the only face piercing he has is the eyebrow piercing on his left brow.

he has a bunch on his ears though. 2 on his lobes, a few helixes going up the side, perhaps an industrial on his right ear? 🫣

ouu on his left ear he would connect his second lobe to his helix with a chain. kinda like that one in-game earring set.

getting nsfw... zayne totally has some slutty nipple piercings. they are visible through his workout clothes. and he has a singular jacobs ladder piercing on the underside of his dick. he was originally supposed to get two but he chickened out because of the pain lol. so now he's keeping it simple and classy.

all of his piercings impressively fully healed really quickly, so whenever he's at the hospital or other professional environments he takes all his above-the-neck piercings out and replaces them with clear ones. which is JUST as if not more attractive imo.

i think eventually he would start to stretch his ear lobes, probably just up to an 8g and that is enough for him. not too big but enough for it to be noticeable.

but yes moral of the story zayne is a big jewelry guy and everyone is a fan.

NOTE not really x reader, probz out of character but isn't it nice to fantasize 😌 i wanna write this for all the li's at one point but it will take me a while... shoutout @capitnos for putting up with me through this

[ishaslife]

You know how rarely you and Caleb get to see each other, right? It bothers you so much. Every time he’s around, you can’t help but feel a mixture of frustration and gratitude. Even if it’s only for a day—or if you're lucky, two—it’s enough to make you appreciate every moment, despite the distance between you.

And on one such night when he's there, he has you under him, thrusting into you, slowly. Making sure that every time he goes inside you, you feel how deep he is, or how deep he can go—before coming out completely and going all the way back in again, over and over.

You're so fucked out of your mind because it feels so good, you're overstimulated, lost in the haze of pleasure and emotion, yet beneath it all, an ache lingers, one you can't place. Without thinking, you reach for him, your hands seeking his warmth, your touch is desperate and clinging. He's utterly lost in the moment, but when you coo his name, his eyes flutter open, locking onto yours. A slow smirk tugs at his lips, a soft chuckle escaping as he murmurs, "You're so clingy tonight… And to think, just hours ago, you were ready to whack me over the head." He groans as he enters you again and places your hands on his shoulders.

You pull him close once he's entirely inside you and his eyes widen in surprise as you cling to him, your arms tightening as though he might vanish if you let go. For a moment, he hesitates, caught off guard, before finally wrapping his arms around you in return. A whirlwind of emotions swells within you—longing, relief, fear—and before you can stop yourself, the words slip out in a quiet breath against his neck. "Do you love me, Caleb?"

He exhales a soft chuckle, the sound rich with warmth but also a slight annoyance, as if the answer should be obvious. "You know damn well I love you more than life itself. Why do you always ask me that, hmm?"

He rolls his hips slowly as he hums, the limited space between you forcing each movement to be deliberate—almost as if he’s punishing you with overstimulation for daring to ask such a question.

You whimper, voice laced with need. "Don't leave again…I hate it when you leave." The words come out as a plea, muffled as you nuzzle into the crook of his shoulder. He chuckles, the sound deep and knowing. "Mmm, I know."

He strokes your back, his touch is featherlight, keeping you close as he's completely sheathed in you, "I know, doll. If it were up to me, I'd stay right here with you forever." He inhaled deeply, as if trying to commit the scent of your hair to memory. "But I'm here now... and I'm not going anywhere for a while, so..."

He pulled back slightly, his fingers threading through your hair, before resuming his slow, deliberate movements. Your hand found its way to his cheek, a gesture that sent something wild through him. He nuzzled into your touch, tilting his head just enough to press a kiss to your palm.

His gaze—heavy with longing, devotion, something deeper than words—never left yours. "I love you so much," he groaned, his pace picking up, yet his eyes remained locked onto your face. "You mean everything to me, you know that, right?"

You nodded, moaning and whimpering as he moved faster against you, making sure you felt every inch of him. "I—I love you too, Caleb. Don't go anywhere again... Don't disappear."

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest at your plea, and he pulled you closer, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he pounded into you, The need in his voice was undeniable, as if your words had completely undone him. "Say it again, please. Say it again for me," he pleaded, his thrusts growing desperate, relentless.

"I love you, Caleb. I love you," you gasped, and that was all it took. A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat and his body tensed, shaking with release as he finished inside you. "I'm not goin' anywhere... not for long" he grunted. Stuffing his cum inside you, caressing and raking his fingers all over before he kissed your breasts greedily, and looked up at you with heavy eyes— watching you reach your own high once you felt him explode inside, the look on his face, his warm and wet tongue on your breasts and the sounds he made only heightening the pleasure you felt, both of you panting and catching your breath in each other's arms, not wanting to let go. You held onto him tighter though, not yet ready for him to pull out.

He chuckled softly against your ear, his hand soothingly tracing over your back and through your hair. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel the deep rumble of his laughter reverberate through your body.

"So needy, pipsqueak," he murmured, his tone laced with fatigue and affection. "Maybe I should keep you like this more often..."

[sunasbon]

soft dom caleb definitely eats you out till you cry, he doesn’t care how much you came he’s swallowing your cum every time .😇

[bobbedazzled]

ROCK THE BOAT

˖ ༘��˚࿆ pairing: caleb x reader

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˖ ༘��˚˖ ༘��˚࿆ content: porn no plot, fluff, tickling/playfighting AAAGRUSHS, dry humping, subtle use of evol, unprotected penetration, everytime I say boat take a shot, indecent exposure/public sex  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚ ˖ꫂ❁˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔

˖ ༘��˚࿆ a/n: short I know I just need this out of my system. no I didn’t get the card yet shutupshutupshutup. may revise later.

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“Lifting me to tease me is improper use of your evol, colonel.”

“Oh?” He glances over, “Will I face disciplinary action?”

Your eyes meet, something inside you simmering at the sight of his smug grin. Without a word, your hand shoots forward, cupping his face and giving him a playful shove. He stumbles back with a surprised laugh, only to recover just as quickly, hands sliding confidently to your waist. His fingertips dance over you, and your body tenses, instinctively bracing for him to dig at your sides.

But you’re quicker. Hands dart to his waist, fingers pressing into him. You feel his muscles twitch beneath your touch. He squirms, trying to twist out of your hold. A thrill runs through you at the sound of his laughter. Not long after, he catches your hand and pulls you into him, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

His fingers play at your sides until you're a mess of laughter and protests. You writhe and giggle uncontrollably, the boat rocking in response to your struggle. Water splashes gently over the edge as your pleas echo into the open air. At last he relents, lifting his hands.

“You’re so easy to break,” he teases.

You glare up at him, huffing as you drum your fists against his chest. “Coming from you?”

“Me?” He chuckles, head resting lazily in one hand. “And what do you have on me?”

You hum, lips curling into a knowing smile as you raise a brow. You’ve known Caleb for far too long to be intimidated by his arrogance. if anything, he’s just as vulnerable to your tricks. Without warning, you push his shoulder, sending him flat onto the floor of the boat. You lift a leg and snake it around his side, straddling his waist. His gloating falters, replaced by a flicker of surprise, then something darker. His gaze lingers curiously from beneath hooded lids.

“I’d say this is cheating, no?” he murmurs, a breathy laugh escaping him.

Leaning in close, you run your fingers down the front of his shirt, your touch light and deliberate as you trace the opening. “Cheating or not,” you whisper, “you still have a weakness.”

He blinks, unamused by your words. His hands return to your waist before lifting his leg, toppling you forward until you're sprawled against his chest, mere inches from his face. The boat sways beneath the sudden shift, water lapping eagerly against its sides. Before you can retaliate, he captures your hands in his and pulls you closer, reeling you in with daring eyes.

“Use it then,” he challenges, his tease does little to hide his desire.

Amused by his darkness, you indulge-- smiling against his lips as you press soft, fluttering kisses over them. His chuckles vibrate against your lips, the battle of wills slowly slipping from each other’s mind. The kiss deepens as he leans in, lips gliding between one another as his hold on your wrists slip. He places your hand against his chest, the rhythmic beating tickling your palm. Your other hand cups his face as you melt into his embrace.

His hand leaves yours, tracing your figure as he reaches down to the hem of your skirt, slowly slipping under the fabric. The skirt rides up your leg as callous fingers drag up your thigh. His hand is pressed against your back, another indents the skin of your hips as he holds you. His close embrace inches you up his frame as he chases after your lips. 

You can only break away for seconds before he’s back on you, moaning and mingling his breath with yours, intoxicated by the lack of oxygen. The warmth of him rises as your bodies brush together. Heat pools in the thin fabric of your panties, hips rolling against the rising mound under his linen. You grip his shoulder, the friction over your bud is electrifying and addicting, leaving your body begging for more.

The sun casts a burning light over you as the garden spectates your affection. His muscles twitch under your palm, fingers digging desperately from where they rest before reaching lower. His fingers tuck and trace along the edge of your panties.

“Caleb-“

“Mm-mm, don’t act shy now.” He mutters against your lips, hand firm against your back,

“It’s just us here. Need better cover?”

A shadow blankets over you as the boat drifts underneath a willow tree. Its leaves hiss in the breeze as its shadows dances across Caleb’s face. Something playful glints in the violet of his eyes. He smiles under your tentative gaze.

“Come here.”

His voice, low and inviting, its all you can hear in the space as the garden fades into the background. He slip past the fabric, rubbing long lines down your warmth. Your breath slows, hips rolling into his hand as he fondles your folds, slicking the pads of his fingers. Your eyes are closed but he mimics every head tilt-- lips pressed against yours to swallow every soft moan as your silk wraps around his fingers.

The water is disturbed as the boat rocks with every brush of your hips. You prop yourself up on his shoulders, tension swelling in your belly from the friction as his fingers pump your drooling cunt. Caleb watches in awe how you take his fingers-- how just a few digits can make you a mess. The fabric of his pants tighten while his imagination runs wild. Imagine how well you’d take his cock. Drooling just like your pussy and whining as you come undone by him, sinning in your own little Eden. He loses focus as his elbow slips, imbalanced by the boat’s unsteady rocking and the inconsistent motion of your hips. 

His fingers quickly slip out as he repositions, rolling you over and laying you on your side facing him. 

“Careful.” He laughs , embracing you as he falls back. “You’re gonna tip us over.”

His laughter warms your cheeks. Your hands stay at his shoulders and paw at the fabric of his top. He gazes for a moment, admiring how the filtering sunlight freckles your flushed skin. A soft orange hue wraps around the boat as it stills under the tree’s swaying leaves. Caleb inches closer and leans in, the tip of his nose brushing past yours. He takes his time to meet your lips once more, kissing tenderly.

“Keep going?” He whispers, the violet of his eyes darkened by his desire. 

His words lingered in the air, curling around you like a whisper-- temptation from a branch heavy with fruit. You could feel the heat of him, breath caught as if the garden around you had gone still. His hand sits at your hips as he waits, scanning your expression for permission.

You nod, leaning in as his kisses travel from your jaw down to your neck. Rough hands knead your flesh, nipping at your neck as he shifts your hips into his. You shove a hand between your bodies, cupping and stroking him through his restraints.

He grits his teeth, panties are quickly pulled aside and stretched over your ass as his clothes are undone. The heat of him quickly fills your hands as he spills out of his pants. 

The crook of your neck does very little to muffle him as you stroke his hardened cock, twitching and moaning as his fingers dig into you. His hips follow your hands, using you to quell his growing impatience as you guide him to your entrance. Chests pressed together as he fucks your palm and slips between your folds. Your fingers cling around his belt loops, encouraging his hips as he slicks his length between the lips of your cunt. He hooks your legs over his arm, holding you still as you slip him inside. His head emerges from your neck, reconnecting with your lips to taste your cries. 

The spring air does nothing to cool your flushed bodies. Sparks nip up your spine as he inches deeper into your velvet.  He struggling to continue his kisses as you clench around his length. Eyes fluttering open as he lifts your skirt to watch himself disappears inside you, how beautiful you take him.

Your warmth, your softness, your voice, it brings him closer to his release. The boat wobbles as Caleb’s hips begin to stutter. Caleb’s grip on you tightens, he refuses to come first, but god, is it hard to hold back. He grabs a hand full of your hair and forces your head up, groaning and rasping praise. He laughs breathlessly as you choke on your own incoherent cries.

“Almost there, baby?” He gasps, breath fanning against your skin. 

“Let me take you there.”

His pace quickens as your walls close around him. Your nails dig into his sleeve as your vision blurs, the knot in your belly swelling as your hips collide. His face is tucked away in the crook of your neck, promises of devotion disrupting the tranquil chorus of birds and rippling waves.

The pressure within you snaps-- your release ripples through you, leg trembling under Caleb’s hold. He smiles against your neck as you cry out, teeth bared against your throat. His release isn’t far behind, body stiffening and melting as your walls quake around him. 

Water splashes beneath you as the current clashes with the boat’s stillness. The colors embracing the boat fade. His heartbeat steadies under your palm as the boat sinks into the water, drifting lazily along the winding river. It’s path flecked with soft golden light filtering through a canopy of willow branches, their tendrils swaying in the breeze. Petals from the blossoms he had tucked around the boat’s edges fluttered loose, dancing across the current before carried away.

The scent of him mingled with the crisp green of the riverbanks and the wildflowers surrounding you. Sunlight flickered in and out, casting your faces in warm glows and cool shadows as the pearls adorning his chest glint between your fingers. The world felt hushed around you-- the rhythmic lapping of water, the rustle of leaves overhead, and the love fully blooming in the long awaited spring.

[illumivier]

gentle, classical music sounded from the record player, filling rafayel’s studio as he worked on his latest piece. you were curled up on the sofa, nose deep in a book and unbeknownst to the fact that your lover was in fact painting a portrait of you. his brush delicately filled in your rounded shoulders, your messy hair that you refused to style today, that adorable look of concentration on your face that was so dear to him.

he was halfway done when he set his paintbrush down and examined his progress. his iridescent eyes darted from you to his canvas and back and it dawned on him that no matter how much he tried, he just could not translate how he saw you into his painting. you were almost too beautiful for him to paint.

he breathed out a dramatic sigh, catching your attention away from your book. your eyes lifted up to find his, watching as he climbed off his ladder.

“something wrong?” you pondered.

“you’re just such a cutie, cutie.” rafayel sighed again, his bare feet padding across the floorboards.

“and that’s a problem?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

he stopped in front of you, pressing a hand against the backrest of the couch so he was slightly hovering over you.

“make an ugly face for me.” he said bluntly.

knowing better than to question rafayel’s antics, you scrunched your face up into the ugliest face you could muster up.

“nope, still too cute.” rafayel complained, using his free hand to squeeze your cheek.

[lotusapple-xia]

The Ocean Mourns You

✰ summary: Rafayel's beloved bride is gone and he couldn't save her ✰ pairing: Rafayel x reader ✰ content: angst, no comfort, sea god rafayel, fem reader ✰ w/c: 403 ✰ notes: Rafayel sea god of lemuria omg. when watching the trailer, at first i was horny but then i cried and then i kept seeing angsty stuff so heres this angsty drabble of mc dying 💔👍, peep the quotes from canon

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“Stay. Stay with me…please.”

Warm tears dripped from his dark eyes. The ocean swelled in sorrow beneath him as the sun beat down on his bare shoulders. Rafayel begged for you to hold on, to not let go. The limp weight of your body weighed heavily in his arms. The blood from the stab wound that he was forced to commit flooded into the water. It spread in a pool around Rafayel’s waist, staining his skin and scales. As if he needs another reminder of how he failed his beloved bride. The sound of the knife piercing your delicate flesh with his own hands is sure to mock him in his nightmares.

“Our bond…it cannot end this way! I won’t allow it!” Rafayel cried out, his heart aches like the ocean’s pressure is crushing his soul.

“I love you Rafayel…” The light from your eyes fades faster and faster. Rafayel is distraught. Pleading for you to keep living, desperate promises of healing you fall on your deaf ears as your heartbeat stops. He stops. The only sounds he can he are his own heavy breathing and the waves crashing against each other. His beloved bride. Is gone? She’s gone.

“No! No no no!” The Sea God mournfully sobbed. Pressing your cooling body to his own, Rafayel tries to envelop you in his embrace one last time but the lack of movement and life within your mortal body only serves to remind him how he failed you. What kind of god is he if he cannot keep his love alive? He presses his face into your neck, if only to breathe you in again while his hands caress your hair.

He gets a few seconds of you in his embrace before your physical body withers. Your body turns to dust and fades away. Nothing is left of you. Rafayel weeps. His tears drip down his face, turning into opalescent pearls as they fall into the ocean by the dozen. He stays where you left him. Even as the sun rises and falls, even as the ocean’s tides move from high to low, Rafayel stays stuck in place. Any remnants of pink, gone. The signature Lemurian colour for happiness is drained from his body. His hair is tainted a dark blue. His scales shimmer a glossy blue, the pink sheen lost.

The Sea God waits for a long, long time, yet you never appear again.

[dissociativewriter]

I feel like it’d be fun for the reader to have taken 4 years of Spanish or whatever language and just not mention it. Then one day randomly, they just mutter something like “Ayúdame…” under their breath and the LADS are like ??? You know Spanish????? Maybe after that, they call him cute names like “Mi amor” “Mi luz” “Mi vida” etc

okay this is such a cute idea so I’m gonna do headcanons for this! I’m gonna mix up the languages so it’s not the same thing five times, so I’ll have Spanish, French, and Italian! 🫶 (i had to check with google translate on every one of these cause i was like wait am i saying this right?? i hope the spanish is okay because i took french in high school lol)

cw: italian cuss word, other than that its fluffy although maybe a little suggestive with sylus

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Xavier

❀ You’ve been on this level for hours. It’s killing you. It should not be this hard, you know, and you shouldn’t care this much, but if you could just beat this level!

❀ Xavier watched your frustration, trying to figure out if he should offer his help or if it would just make things worse. He winced with you as the Game Over screen appeared again, almost missing your mutterings.

❀ “Ayúdame…” you whispered under your breath, frustration nearly bubbling over. Xavier froze, sitting next to you with wide eyes. “…Yes?” “You know another language?” he tilted his head. “Yeah I took four years of Spanish.”

❀ He’s signing up for Spanish lessons so fast. In the meantime, he’s asking you to speak Spanish to him sometimes. He says it helps him fall asleep. “Your voice is very soothing, especially when it’s another language.” You don’t really get it, but you’ll do it anyway. “Buenas noches, mi cielo,” you whisper, kissing his forehead as his eyes flutter shut.

Zayne

❀ The deadline for that assignment you’d forgotten was fast approaching. You were sat next to Zayne, furiously typing to finish it up while he went through patient reports. It was silent, mostly, save for the occasional comment here and there.

❀ You finally finished, quickly opening up the drop box so you could submit and be done with it. Of course, though, as you entered the file, a message appeared, in big bold letters. ERROR.

❀ “Pourquoi?!” you groaned, falling forward against your computer. Zayne’s fingers stilled over the keyboard. He looked up at you, adjusting his glasses. “You know French?” You sat back up, meeting his gaze. “Yeah, I took it in high school.” Zayne let out a satisfied hum. “I took some French classes in college.”

❀ Zayne was never one for grand gestures, so he showed his love in smaller ways. One of his favorites seemed to be quiet utterances in French that showed his care. “Est-ce que tu vas bien, mon amour?” “Veins te voucher, ma chérie.”

Rafayel

❀ It was another one of Rafayel’s art exhibits. You were so proud of him and the paintings were beautiful, but the people were so annoying. Dozens of upper class citizens pretending to know something about art, all while mostly ignoring Rafayel’s own explanations of the pieces. You were wondering just how fast you could get out if you faked a medical emergency when you heard someone muttering about how Rafayel was actually talentless, anyone could throw paint on a canvas and this was all meaningless slop.

❀ This is not something you’re just going to let slide. “You have something to say about my boyfriend?” you asked, walking over to them. Recognizing you immediately, they quickly changed their tune. “We were just talking about the genius behind this piece!” one of the men said frantically. “Leccaculo…” you muttered, turning away.

❀ “Why didn’t you tell me you knew another language?” Rafayel pouted. “I didn’t think it was important…” “I guess I’ll forgive you since you defended me like a good bodyguard. But now I want to learn, too.” You don’t know another day of peace after Rafayel finds out you know Italian. Everywhere you go, “what’s that in Italian?” “Un tavolo.” You deadpan. “What would you call me?” “Mostriciattolo.” You didn’t hear the end of that one.

❀ It’s alright, though. You can handle all his enthusiasm when it ended in quiet moments like this. Cradling his face in your hands, caring for and observing it like a delicate marble statue, whispering “amore mio bellissimo” as his tensions ease under your caring gaze.

Sylus

❀ You really needed to stop inviting Sylus over to your place. That six foot something man was a walking hazard in your home made for normal sized people. Between moving all your things higher on the shelf than you could reach and knocking into your cabinets so much that paint was beginning to wear off, you had had enough.

❀ Now, you couldn’t find your wallet. When you asked Sylus, he just shrugged, a wolfish grin on his lips. “I did clean up, sweetie, but I’m not sure where I put it. Why don’t you use my card instead?” This was definitely a plot he’d set up. You were steadfast on using your own money this time, so you searched your apartment.

❀ You did find it. On the top shelf. Out of your reach. “Tu te fous de moi?” you cried. Peeking his head in, Sylus raised an eyebrow. “Tu parles français?” Your head snapped to meet his gaze, your annoyance evident. “Did you do this?” you demanded. Chuckling, he took a few steps towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. “Just use my wallet, mon ange.” You kept silent as you felt your face heat up. Maybe the endearments could stay, even if you were mad.

❀ You eventually had to stop with the nicknames in other languages because every time you would say something cute in French, Sylus would respond with an endearment in a language you’d never heard and it was doing things to you. (He still weaponizes it, despite your protests)

Caleb

❀ The day had been a long one. You were practically on autopilot the moment you stepped through Caleb’s door, kicking off your shoes and tossing your bag on his couch.

❀ He took care of you, of course, like he always did. Cooking your dinner and holding you close as a movie played in the background. He watched as you lost focus on the movie, eyes closed more often than open now. Wrapping the blanket tighter around you, he whispered a quiet, “Goodnight, pip-squeak,” not expecting much of a response.

❀ In your half-consciousness, you muttered back an affectionate “Duerme bien, mi amor,” before promptly falling asleep.

❀ He stared at you with wide eyes, wondering just when his pip-squeak learned another language and he didn’t know about it. For now, Caleb lets you sleep. But when you wake up in the morning, you’re bombarded with questions. “When did you learn Spanish?” “Can ya teach me, pips?” “Does pip-squeak translate into Spanish or do I have to find you a new nickname?”

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