#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

ꨄ︎Anglbunny | Do not copy, steal or translate my work and pngs. you'll be blocked.

[Masterlist]

[bobbedazzled]

“did you prep yourself?”

you nod, still nervous to come forward. his hand takes yours, guiding you up his body, placing gentle kisses up your arm as you drift closer. the warm water embraces you as you lower yourself into the tub. he watches, endeared by your hesitation.

“let me see.”

your inner thighs are tickled by his scales as you slip into his embrace. he continues his kisses up to your shoulders, humming softly against your skin. you rest against his chest as his hand trails down your back, following your body’s curves until reaching your ass. chills run up your spine as his fingers trace the circular base of your toy.

“you still have it in.”

his hand is firm against your back as his fingers hook under the base. he takes his time slipping the silicone out of you, pumping it in and out to test your sensitivity. you exhale sharply, doing your best to ease tense muscles as he murmurs into your neck.

“Good girl.”

his appendages wriggle against your skin, slipping inbetween you as he pulls you closer. you push yourself off his chest to meet his gaze. there’s a softness in his eyes-- despite his directness, hes completely flushed. you barely notice how shallow his breaths were and his heart drumming under your palm.

“you want to stop?”

“no no, I’m okay.” you quickly reach for his face, both hands cupping his cheeks. his eyes close as he snuggles into your palm, “just tell me when it’s too much.”

his hand traces the sides of your face reeling you into him. tender kisses deepen as you sit atop him. his fleshy member(s) gravitate towards the heat building between your legs. moans mingle between your lips as you grind against the softness. they’re uncomfortably stiff despite their soft and squishy appearance, poking and probing your folds. his hands glide to your hips, indenting the flesh as he lifts you up slightly.

his fingers twitch as the softness of his member is kissed by your entrance. you roll your hips, positioning yourself on him as his breaths shallow in anticipation. your body shivers as you take him, muscles tensing with every stretch. moans and sighs echo off the tiles of the bathroom. he barely fills you before you give out, trembling and overwhelmed. his arms wrap around you, pressing firmly on your back.

“almost there.”

your fingers dig into his shoulder as his hips slowly lift, guiding you down your seat. you sigh breathlessly through the dull sensation.

“gentle, gentle—“

“it’s okay, you’re doing— fuck. so good, you feel so good.”

the water in the tub is disturbed as rafayel’s patience runs thin. his tail wriggles over the porcelain bowl, fighting the urge to move while you adjust to him. his hands knead your hips once finally seated, head propped up against the tub as he melts into your velvet. it’s not an uncomfortable feeling, just foreign. it’s new to feel just him, no toys needed.

you hesitate before moving, prepping beforehand eased some of the discomfort. rafayel sits up and nuzzles his face into your neck, smiling against your damp skin. “don’t be shy, enjoy yourself.”

you show no effort in quieting yourself while you work your hips, easing into a rhythm as the ache subsides. his hums of satisfaction drag into a low groan, eyes struggling to maintain their heavy gaze.

“that’s right baby, make noise for me.”

voice low and heady as his hands knead your ass. he grips your shoulder as your hips collide. your careful pace is so cute it drives him mad. you feel so full. so loved in his embrace. you grip against his flesh, causing his head to snap back. you hold onto him as you quicken the pace, water splashes out of the tub as you ride. he grabs your waist and slips a free hand between your bodies. the smooth pads of his fingers target your tender bud, breaking your rhythm. the friction sends sparks up your spine.

“so pretty baby. you’re almost there.”

he chases your hips, knocking against the tender flesh of your cunt while your ass takes him perfectly. your hand hooks around his nape, desperate for stability as pressure builds in your lower belly. his fingers begin to stutter as you tighten around him, inching him towards his own release.

the knot in your stomach snaps as euphoria rushes through you. he pulls you into his chest once more as you go limp, fucking you through your orgasm until he reaches his own. his body tenses for a moment, jaw clenched as he bites back a low groan.

his heart continues to pound against your own while the two of you sit in the water, catching your breath. he sinks into the tub, massaging the skin he abused as he settles his chin on your head. you snuggle against his neck, gravitating towards his warmth as the cold bathroom air prickles your exposed skin.

“we lost a lot of bath water.”

── * ⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ*:･

[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.

[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.”

[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

[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."

[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.

[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

[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.

[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

[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]

Hiiiii

Any way you can write even a little imagine or something based on this tiktok please? 🥺🙏

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8MQuGRm/

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

— “ pspspsps “

༝ฅ pairing: sylus x reader

༝ฅ content: fluff, animal transformation

༝ฅ a/n: I didn’t know if you wanted a continuation or a general imagine but this idea is cute regardless TT I hope you enjoy!

origin: 💡

Could it be a dream? A spell? A wish come true? You press your toe pads into your gums where tiny new teeth emerged. The odd pain does little to settle you into your reality. You’re small. Much smaller than you remembered.

In this foreign world, the floor stretches endlessly like a field, furniture towering like monuments. The shoes by the door resemble boats, large enough to drift in. Laces snake across the floor, coiling like dangling rope.

You pounce at it, batting and tugging it with soft claws. It’s too much fun to notice the door creak open or the pair of voices entering the room.

Luke and Kierian look around, blinking slowly like they've wandered into someone else's daydream. Kierian moves first, kneeling down. The fur along your spine bristles as you arch, tail puffed in an attempt to look bigger. But he doesn’t flinch, his hands gently reach forward like he already knows you’re harmless.

"I don't see her," Luke mutters. "Do you think the boss would mind?"

Kierian cradles you in his palms, tilting his head as he studies you. You chirp, trying to speak, to let them know you’re already here. The sound is small and squeaky, freezing the twins in place as they watch you squirm.

You’re placed in a different room. Strange scents nudge at your instincts as you investigate. You nose through the unfamiliar space, drawn toward a desk cluttered with shiny tools and neatly stacked papers. You wiggle your body, then climb up to explore.

Some items are too heavy to topple, shame. Sylus has endless patience for you, and this would’ve been a golden opportunity to test it. You curl your body around the cool steel of a pencil holder, then tumble into a tray of clips like it’s a makeshift nest.

You scatter the silver clips across the surface, swatting and chewing. One tangles between your mouth and paw just as the door opens again.

You freeze. He pauses in the doorway, a heavy sigh leaving him as he steps inside. His eyes skim over you as he shrugs off his coat and tosses aside whatever filled his hands.

"And who do you belong to?" His voice fills the room. You watch him for a moment, then resume your quarrel with the clip. He arches a brow but chuckles.

"I see you've made yourself at home," he murmurs, stepping forward. "Unfortunately, you can’t play with that."

He reaches out, cupping your head in his palm, fingers trailing from your crown to your tail. It sends a wave of heat and shivers down your spine. He’s warm, and you can’t help but lean into his touch despite the size of him.

"No collar, either," he notes, slipping the clip from your grasp. He lifts you from the desk, tucking you into the crook of his elbow. He doesn't speak again for a while. Instead, he wanders around the base, cradling you securely.

Worry flickers in his eyes, feeling your absence. You try to speak, to explain, but your voice crescendos only in frustration. He doesn’t respond, simply rubs lazy circles into your belly to quiet you. You tug at his shirt, snagging your claw on the threads. You attempting to retract, but your small, fuzzy body doesn’t respond right. He watches in silence as you fight to free yourself.

"Are you endeared?" you think bitterly, glaring. He smiles, then uses one finger to gently unhook you.

"Since your owner left you here, I suppose you’ll stay with me for the time being."

His palm rests on your head, slipping his pinky beneath your jaw, scratching an itch you didn’t know you had. Your eyes flutter shut as you tilt your head, meeting his tender gaze.

"Have you eaten, little one?"

He carries you to his bedroom and sets you gently on the polished wood of his dresser before leaving. You explore the new perspective in silence. The room is dimly lit, colored by firelight. Shadows dance over decorated walls. At the far end of the room, red eyes glare at you. You ignore them, instead padding toward a shiny object just out of reach.

When Sylus returns, he holds a small plate of cooked fish, flaked into manageable bites. He places it before you like an offering and watches quietly as you eat with dainty paws. A harsh caw splits the air from the corner. Mephisto flutters on his perch as he complains.

"Don’t be jealous," he says, without looking .

He vanishes again behind fogged glass panels, you hear water running, smell soap, the rustle of fabric. You leap down, and follow him to the warmth of his bed.

You meow only once and the bed is yours. The new terrain is wide and sunken, draped in crimson and black bedding. The sheets ripple beneath your paws, and you pause to knead at it, claws tugging gently at the weave. A red wave of energy wisps around you. It climbs up his thigh, trails toward his chest, and you follow. You paw at it instinctively, chasing it across the linen hills.

The red shimmer disappears just before you catch it. You sit tall, alert and blinking, but nothing moves. Beneath you, his chest trembles with laughter. His hand finds your back again, stroking once, then resting there. You lower yourself slowly, paws curling inward as your tail tucks close. His thumb rubs your neck as he watches you, eyes soft.

"You remind me of a very special kitten." He murmurs.

You lie curled on his chest, his heart a slow thrum beneath your paws. Kneading lazily, you rest your head against him. A low, content purr hums from your throat. The steady rise and fall of his breathing lulls you.

The world blurs between dream and reality. You melt into the heat, into the warm fuzziness as something washes over you, prickly and cool.

And then-- POOF!

Your body is noticeably heavier. You’re lying atop him, back in your normal form. You blink, disoriented, and look up. Sylus is staring back in shock. He blinks slowly, adjusting to the sudden weight of you, body still warm from the heat of your transformation and the fire flickering beside the bed.

His hand, which had rested against your fur, now presses to the curve of your back. Your skin prickles under the feel of his fingers.

"Well," he says, voice thick with amusement, "this is certainly... unexpected."

You don’t move right away. You're too stunned, caught in a web of your own thoughts. You can feel the low rumble of his chuckle beneath you.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" he asks. "You made quite the impression, sweetie. I believe you won your duel with my office supplies."

Your mouth opens, then closes. You’re not sure whether to apologize, explain, or simply roll off him and flee. You try, but he catches your wrist, pressing a firm palm to your back.

"Have you learned a new method to sneak up on me?"

"I-I… was that me?" you stammer. "That wasn’t a dream?"

He shifts to sit up fully, the motion tilting you into his lap. He studies you for a moment, eyes scanning your face, searching for an explanation you don’t have.

"I assume it was a temporary state, though I’m surprised it was a complete transformation." he murmurs thoughtfully. One hand moves to cup your jaw, his thumb grazing your cheek in a touch too tender for the amusement laced in his voice.

"And you knowingly made that mess in the other room?"

Your ears redden, flustered and caught. A quiet hum escapes him, savoring your reaction. His eyes flick down your body and back up again, slow and deliberate.

"Well," he starts, "now that you’re out of that state, how will you compensate me?"

“Compensate for what?" you ask, mocking his low, velvety tone.

"For emotional distress. For your ambush. And," he leans in, his nose brushing yours, “for how incredibly soft you were."

Your brain, still wrapped in haze, short-circuits under the weight of his gaze. You huff, scandalized, lifting a hand to his chest with mock offense. Your palm meets the steady warmth of him, stiffening your arm out to create distance. He only smiles, letting you guide him gently back against the headboard.

His fingers slide around your wrist, tracing a slow line upward. He glides over the bend of your elbow, the curve of your shoulder, and coasts down the slope of your waist.

The firelight dances across your skin, a flickering distraction from the sudden and sobering realization: your very bare, very human body has returned atop him, as though your transformation had never happened.

He exhales softly, lifting the blanket aside. The sheets whisper beneath you as you slide into the space he makes. He follows, guiding you closer with a firm hand at the small of your back.

Once settled, he drapes the blanket over your shoulder with familiar care. He pulls you to his chest, resting a hand along your spine. His lips graze your temple, lingering softly before resting against the spot. He trails gentle, deliberate kisses toward your ear, each one warm against your skin.

"You’ll have to make it up to me."

[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..."

[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.

[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.