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tsuyalovebot · 3 months ago

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watch you entertain.

pairing: xia yi zhou / caleb x reader (love and deepspace)

synopsis: caleb comes to a few conclusions when you give him a blowjob for the first time.

cw: NSFW and explicit sexual content, mdni. established relationship. mentions of intercourse. oral sex (blowjob). mentions of reader receiving oral sex. hair pulling. imaginative violence (not to reader). petnames (pretty, pipsqueak). mention of oral sex (receiving). he slaps his dick on your face (not sorry). mention of spanking and watching porn. caleb-typical warnings.

wc: 1.7k (drabble....ish????)

author's note: i can't defend myself since 90% of this is word vomit. i'm working on another caleb piece right now, but i needed to get this out of my system. think of it as a precursor piece, like an hors d'oeuvres. also, please disregard any typos. (— - —)|||

The first time Caleb felt your lips on his was magical. The second, third, fourth, and succeeding times were all but surreal.

He had all but convinced himself that your mouth, pressed to his in a flurry of tender touches or desirous cravings, was something he conjured up in the blurry moments of his delusions. You always manage to kiss them away, though.

Later on, you admitted that he was your first kiss.

"When I visited you after you moved out," you said. Hands wrung, your gaze averted downward as you were perched on his lap one evening.

He knows what you're talking about. Remembers its vividness with a startling clarity that would have embarrassed him otherwise, if you didn't share the same sentiments.

By now, you've already kissed and made out in the intimacy of his place beyond finite counting. Had sex with him on whatever surface the two of you could get your hands on. You've long since spoiled him with your presence, both physical and mental. There's a key tucked away in his headspace with your name engraved into the metal. Magnetic and the signification of a special place for you in his heart.

He spoiled you, and now, you spoil him. Neither of you complain about this mutually beneficial arrangement. Why would you?

Though, he can't say he's exactly pleased at the current moment.

"That's it, mmm. You're being so sweet today."

He's watching you, as he always is. You're on your knees before him—you insisted, said it added to the atmosphere despite his crows of indignance at the possibility of them bruising—and your mouth impossibly full of his cock.

You're bare before him, towel discarded on the coffee table with your body damp and he's barely presentable in his uniform. Disheveled and pants undone, he wasn't sure if he was exactly living up to the honorable nature of the clothes he donned. He tried to undress, but you'd been pawing at him the second he walked through the doorstep in nothing but one of the towels he bought you, so his resistance was doomed from the start.

His arms spread on the top of the couch, he tilts his head back and sighs slowly. Hot breath escapes him in time with his Adam's apple bobbing, swallowing a heavy moan that threatens to break free. It takes him a few moments before he peers at your kneeling form once more.

One of his hands cups your cheek, the cool leather swiping over your cheekbone and pushing some of your hair back. Rapt attention on you, whispering soft words of, "that's how you do it" and "a biiit wider, pipsqueak— yeah, like that" with so much appreciation in his tone. Because that's what he feels toward you right now; so much appreciation in his heart belongs to you.

Your tongue was doing sinful licks along the underside of his cock's curve, the girth hefty in your two hands, and your eyes stayed closed in a quiet pleasure. It's expertly done, and the creation of human response as you wrap those pretty pink lips around the tip of him and suckle on it, strings of your saliva leaving sticky wefts along the shaft.

Alternating between peppering his length in kisses and taking a couple inches into your mouth, he's fighting for his fucking life trying to not bust a nut. He's sort of ashamed to have dreamt of this moment for years. You would never let him live it down.

As if the deities couldn't get enough of his suffering, his mind had made the fatal mistake of noting the visible difference of the size of him and your hands and your mouth. It gets him going, that stark contrast and how gently you were treating him.

It's a sight reserved for his eyes alone. Something he wants to pocket and immortalize because it's his and only his. That's the only reason for the powerful plethora of emotions boiling over in his gut. Truly, the only reason.

That's what he tells himself as he observes you with a progressively darkening, clinical, dead-eyed stare that you weren't aware of. A little voice in him nagging at his conscience, spitting words of venom that feeds into the slowly, slowly expanding green-eyed monster rising onto its feet.

"I got a question for you, pretty," he says calmly, deceptively so. Making sure to sound as casual as possible, his gloved hand coming to stroke over your damp, silky hair. You really just couldn't wait to please him, immediately pawing at him when he arrived home and you were fresh out the bath.

You murmur something in reply, lips suctioned to his shaft. Those gorgeous eyes, ones that beheld him with such reverence and adoration in round shape flicker up to his. The vibrations and sight hit him like a freight train and he groans, low and deep. He lets the pleasure settle into his bones.

"You have to answer honestly, 'kay?" He croons down at you, assuring. His facial expression had finally relaxed from its initial, contemplative one. You're happy with this, he notes as you eagerly bob your head, careful to remain quiet.

Good. It'll make hearing your voice all the more worth it. When you said he was your first kiss, he was beyond ecstatic.

Hopefully, you can echo the same thing now.

With an easygoing air betraying that of his positively threatening smile, he asks, "Where'd you learn how to do this?"

There's a sick sense of pleasure in watching you process his words a second too lats. Because you're such an open book with him, aren't you? The way your eyes widen and your lips halt, as if your heart stopped even beating. Even if makes his own blackened heart speed up, its thudding resembling a rabbit's stomping.

Your blinks were a linguistic of their own, and he was the expert in unraveling the lexicology of your existence.

You don't answer fast enough. Or, you don't answer at all. Because now, you're staring him like a child chastised for having their hand in a candy jar—where they weren't supposed to be.

Unfortunately for you, that was more than telling for him.

Caleb doesn't speak. The air is several degrees colder now, like the air circulation was suddenlt cut off, and he drinks in the way anticipation tenses your muscles and your uneven breaths smooth over his skin when you pop your lips off his cock. Those sinful lips that he stole away as his were now glistening in a mix of your spittle and his pre-cum.

He could almost forgive you right now. But, you make the crucial mistake of looking away from him.

"Oh?" It's inquisitive��his tone, yet it has the power of a knife being drawn.

The hand on your head loses its comforting, encouraging air and instead becomes a weight.

A threat.

The visual that's formulating in his head isn't a pleasant one. An image of stained glass shards, blurry yet clear in the vision of you on your knees for another guy. The scattered light capturing your mouth wrapped around the faceless stranger, servicing him the same way you're handling Caleb, seeking that same, sickly sweet tang of validation.

Could it have been that Xavier guy he sees on your phone notifications from time to time? Or is it someone closer to you, from your Association? There's a chance someone else from your childhood reached out to you, maybe after his disappearance. Did they hold you in ways he's been craving to hold you for years?

That's not fair, now, is it? He's worn your hairtie around his wrist for years, disregarded countless scribbled love letters from bystanders, based his little trinkets around those apples you love so much, and spoiled you countless times in his misplaced desire for playing the role of your protector. It simply isn't fair that you sought gratification from a source that wasn't him—because for him, it was always you.

Is it too selfish of him to want your everything?

You don't say anything even as your mouth opens and closes. You're either searching for an excuse, weighing the costs of lying to him at the moment, or you're genuinely floundering for words at the sudden blankness in your head.

He hums again, and it's lower than before. Full of thought and contemplation as his amethyst eyes bore holes into your speechless state. It's full of disappointment and he sees the worry creep into your eyes like a leaking faucet.

Threading his gloved fingers into the tresses of your hair, its smooth leather massaging your scalp, his face softens.

"I guess I did say you should be honest, not fast," he murmurs, laughing to himself quietly.

His lips tilt into a boyish sort of grin, and it's so full of mirth and entertainment that it's easy to process as him diffusing the situation. It works like so, and you're soon tilting your head into his palm and seeking his touch.

In the distance, the kettle in the kitchen screeches like an alarm of what's to come.

Disconcertingly relaxed, his smile seems absolutely sarcastic. A bit sharp at the edges.

"I should make it easier to understand. Let me rephrase it, then."

He pulls your hair. It's one harsh motion and it jerks your head up. A gasp torn from your lips as they fall open, the slight sting shooting through your body with an charged breeze.

"Who did you learn this from?"

He's so used to tasting you before fucking; your sex and his tongue are practically best friends in his eyes. It never once occurred to him to have you suck him off.

He should've been suspicious the second you offered to begin with.

The blood drains from your face some more and he relishes the blank yet alert state your eyes reflect. He's sure your mind is in disarray right now. The feeling is mutual, though you're aware of that too, most likely.

"I have a right to know. I always said that you could come to me if you needed help with anything, right?" It's a rhetorical question. You both know that. You're doomed either way.

You make another breathless noise, and he wants to explore your vocality. Now, how would you sound gagging on him?

"Caleb—"

He shushes you softly and you quiet down in an instant.

"I don't need an answer that isn't related to my question, don't you agree?"

Another rhetorical question as he cocks his head, the gesture mocking.

"You're always tellin' me to be honest and share my thoughts with you. I'm bein' honest now. Everything should be mutual, so, answer my question. I might even go easy on you."

You're totally panicking now, aren't you?

His other hand wraps around the base of his cock and he slaps the shaft onto your cheek, then smearing his leaking tip over your glistening lips, a thoughtful smile playing on his own as if he were offering you candy.

"And depending on how you answer, I'm either taking you over my knee while you spell their name out, or you'll be showing me exactly what pornos you've been watching without my knowledge. So, what's it gonna be?"

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tbaluver · 7 months ago

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Can I request how would each of the L&DS men roleplay for spicy times with the reader pretty please? 🙏🏼 Like, would they go for a Hero/Damsel in distress scenario, a Bandit/Captured princess thing or any other fun trope you can come up with?

Roleplay With Them- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre/ tags/ warnings: MDNI, 18+, suggestive content, all will be tagged below, with each small fic a/n: hihi anonnie ! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ sorry this took a while and i'm so srry in advance for what ur about to read idk if i did this justice, some is giving roleplay while some is not. most of these are teasers for my upcoming fics but i do NOT promise you all that these will be good so lmk if you want to be tagged or if you want them to be published on any one of these or all (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ i hope you enjoy reading! any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

Rescuer! Xavier x Damsel in distress! Reader

He saves you after a dangerous mission and you must repay him back.

tags: xavier receiving

“No. I must repay you, my hero.” Your hand snakes down to unbutton and unzip his pants before you’re helping him remove his shirt.

“And how do you intend on doing that?” He tilts his head, curiosity sparkling in his eyes while a sly smirk tugs at the corners of his lips.

You kiss down lower and lower, making sure to leave marks of your trail. You take your sweet time on his lower abdomen, your tongue tracing the lines of his abs while your hands work on slowly pulling his boxers off.

His cock springs up, begging to be finally freed with a bit of precum leaking from it. You lean in, kissing his tip softly, earning a twitch from his cock. His breath hitches, closing his eyes when your tongue traces along the underside of his cock.

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Prince! Xavier x Princess! Reader

After your question about his life in the kingdom, a wave of nostalgia washed over him. He’s thought of the idea of you being his queen by his side, in the kingdom he was supposed to rule. So he decides to show you what it was like to treat and fuck you like the royalty like you deserve.

tags: aphrodisiac used

You can’t quite wrap your head around how he managed to acquire this drink or drug after his long journey to finally find you. But that thought fades away as he gently tilts your head, letting a drop of the liquid linger on your tongue before dropping the same dose of the liquid on his.

“They’ve told me that when you find someone you love, you try this with them. I’m glad to finally experience this with you, my princess.” He sets the dropper down on the nightstand, leaning in to kiss your knuckles gently. He grins softly, slowly getting drunk from the liquid.

It didn’t take long for both of your senses to sharpen and the aphrodisiac washed over your system. Your bodies were aching and yearning for each other’s touch, tearing and feeling each other up.

With quick haste, he clumsily unwraps his robe and helps you remove your slip dress. His mouth finds you again as you whine against his lips. Wet sounds of your lips crushing on his as your tongues melted in this heated exchange.

None of you break contact as he tugs his boxers down his legs, the sight of his cock throbbing in full view. His girth looks desperate and in pain and you’re taking it in your before guiding it into your crying cunt.

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Lumiere! Xavier x Reader

This will only be a one time thing between you two.

tags: Rough, jealous sex, Lumiere mask on Xavier beefing with himself

He remembers the way you look at Lumiere. The way your eyes lit up and your mouth curled up over just the thought of him. He hated it. But now with you naked beneath him as he thrusts into you deeper and deeper with his Lumiere mask on, he has to know who you wanted more. Lumiere or Xavier?

Your cunt clenches down tightly and your hands grips his shirt as you squeeze your eyes shut. The bed frame creaks. The sound of his skin slapping with yours bounced off the walls with each merciless thrust makes you see stars dance across your vision. Xavier panted heavily on top of you while the slap of wet skin to skin and the shameful squelch of your cunt accepted him, only him, Xavier.

“x-xavier...!”

He wasn't making it very easy for you. His hands find solitude on the wooden frame for support, his knuckles turning white as he grips it as his hips rock with more depth. His cock hits against your cervix, kissing and caressing the spongy walls.

“Y-You were so happy to see Lumiere, yet you call out my name.” He stammered, struggling to regain his composure, whatever was left of it. His mask hid most of his expression, yet you can see it all through his eyes and his parted lips.

“Who do you like more,” He clenches his jaw, shooting you a sharp look at your disheveled state. “Me or Lumiere?”

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Food Play

The only time one of you don't blow up the kitchen but he blows his seed in you.

tags: use of whip cream, xavier sucking ur tits

“Xavier, do you want some?” Tilting your head back while your finger pressing down on the nozzle to spray cream into your mouth.

You sit down beside him, adjusting his head on your lap. He opens his mouth as you press your finger on the nozzle to spray cream into your mouth, some of it excessively dripping down his chin.

“You did that on purpose,” He pouts, using his thumb to swipe away the excess whip cream and licking it off. You giggle, offering a playful apology. “My turn,” He says, sitting up, a mischievous glint plays in his eyes.

You tilt your head slightly, letting him spray the whip cream into your mouth. And of course he got pay back as he excessively sprays it down, the whip cream dripping to your chin and lower to your chest.

You giggle, licking it off your lips. “You’ve got some here.” He says softly, swiping the whip cream with his thumb and placing it on your lips. He watches you take his thumb in, your tongue purposely swirling and sucking in the remains of it, not breaking eye contact with him.

His breath hitches when he watches you swallow. “You’ve also got some here too.” He leans in lower to your chest, licking off the remains of the whip cream but he has other plans. He purposely glides his tongue lower and lower while pushing you down gently on the couch.

Zayne:

Doctor! Zayne x patient! Reader

Zayne always remains professional when working with his patients, however when it comes to you he tries, key word try, to keep it professional when his lover visits for a checkup or just a visit in general. Yet each visit is always tempting as the last and escalates to something more unethical in his office.

This type of roleplay can happen in your home. Using this type of roleplay to get your occasional personal checkup with your lover in your shared bedroom.

tags: p in v

“Hi Doc-tor,” You say, knocking lightly on the door while leaning against the door frame. Zayne glances up from his patient report, his attention instantly drawn to that familiar voice. A small smile curls at the corners of his lips as he takes in the sight of you. You step inside, making sure to close and lock the door behind you.

“What brings you here?” He asks, setting his pen down and rising from his seat to greet you properly.

“I miss you and,” you reply, pouting playfully as you step into his embrace. He wraps his arms around you, the scent of your lover flooding your nostrils.

“And?” His brow arches, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Doctor Zayne, I’m not feeling well,” You sounded so innocent, so much worry laced in your words that he knew something was up the moment he heard you by his door. He plays along after missing you during these past few hours. The night before still lingering from his mind.

“And what seems to be the issue?” he asks, attempting to maintain a serious tone but you both know that his composure will soon crumble from just a simple touch from you.

“I need some vitamin U,” You say with a sheepish grin yet your mischievous fingers say otherwise as you toy with the lapel of his white coat. He chuckles, leaning in closer, “If that’s the case, I’ll make sure to give you a daily dose.”

The top of your blouse unbuttoned to expose your breasts, peeking under your bra that had been pushed up. Your skirt pulled up to your hips to have your lower half completely exposed as you bounced on the lap of your lover.

Incoherent whimpers escape from your lips as you feel your climax rapidly approaching you. You both knew it wasn’t appropriate to leave the hospital to get fucked in the chief surgeon’s office, yet here you both were.

“Z-Zayne-!” You cried as his cock hit a special spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling back. His large palms grip your ass, guiding you up and down on his length. He hushes you, his breath warm against your neck, “We wouldn’t want the others overhearing you getting this special treatment, now would we?”

“Are you close, my love?” He whispers, adding pressure to your nipples to stimulate your orgasm to come faster and harder. You whimper, arching your back as he continues to pound into your cunt, eager to meet his own release with yours.

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Patient! Zayne x Doctor! Reader

It was a long and exhausting shift for him. what’s a better way to come home to his lovely partner to come take care of him and his needs?

He's practically melting in your touch the moment he gets home, letting you do whatever you want too him, just please don't tease him.

tags: zayne receiving

“Luckily for you, I have the perfect medicine for that,” You grin mischievously, removing yourself from his lap while his hands instinctively reach for you, sliding away as if he already missed your touch.

He quirked a brow, eyeing your movement. “And what do you plan to do, doc-tor?” Drawing out the last word with a teasing whisper.

“Just sit back,” You slip between his legs, his legs opening to welcome you. You reached for his belt, unbuckling them before unbuttoning his pants. He lets out a breathy chuckle, lifting his hips to allow you to pull them down. “and let me take care of you.”

You looked so pretty kneeling in front of him, your hand pumping the base of his cock while you tried your best to fit the rest of his length inside of your mouth. His tip hits the back of your throat, earning an embarrassing whine escaping his lips.

Your hand starts stroking his cock faster, and he could feel you switch from darting your tongue across his leaking slit to closing your lips around his tip and sucking to your heart’s content. Your pacing was quickening and his knuckles were turning white as he fists onto the cushions of the couch for his dear life.

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Cooking/ Baking Role Play

Your lover, the sweet tooth, would stay extra late to help you clean up the kitchen but he can't help but get a quick taste before doing so.

tags: slight food play ? zayne a feen for ur boobs

He joins your lips and wraps his arms around your waist to help pull you up on the kitchen table. His tongue dances in sync with yours while his hands travel up and up under your shirt before fully taking it off. He lets out a lowly breath at the sight of your hardened nipples, pinching them and receiving a filthy moan from you. Pushing you down gently on the table, he hovers over you, thinking about all the things he could do.

With a quick swipe of his finger, he scoops up the leftover whipped cream and places the cold substance on your neck. His tongue traces and tastes the curve of your neck, making you arch your back, begging to feel more of him.

He continues placing more of the cream down further your neck to your collarbone and down to the valley of your breasts. His tongue follows the trail he makes and places a couple needy kisses further down.

Reaching towards your breaths, he grabs them gently while his thumbs rub against your hardened nipples and are replaced by his lips.

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Tutor! Zayne x Med Student! Reader

credit for this concept!: @deusfoundry ᯓᡣ𐭩

Nothing seemed to help you grasp this topic, so he knew he needed to come up with a different approach to make it stick.

tags: reader receiving, p in v, fingering

He grips waist, marking you, using you as stability to thrust into you just a bit more deeper. You’re both covered in sweat and saliva and you feel hot. Your head is spinning while your heart pounds in your chest. You don’t know how many rounds it has been and you don’t know how many questions he’ll keep up.

He reaches under you, brushing your sensitive clit with his fingers, rubbing and working you up as he plows right into you. “And what is this?”

“C-Clit-” His warm breath fans against the skin of your neck, holding your bare sticky back to his chest. “That’s it,” He coos, reaching his free hand to your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and index.

“And this?”

“M-mammary papilla...” You stammer as he groans into your ear, “Good girl,”

Rafayel:

Art Teacher! Rafayel x Student! Reader

watching your boyfriend teach little kids how to paint was an adorable site to watch. After they’ve all gone home, it was just the two of you alone in the art room where it becomes a private lesson between the two of you. You're his student and he’s your teacher, teaching you things like ceramics to sketches to painting your face white.

tags: fingering, p in v

“And this is called a wet on wet brush stroke.” A soft tone yet a mischievous glint plays in his eyes. Of course he chooses this stroke for this next topic.

He hums, resting his chin on your shoulder while watching you struggle to paint. His free hand slips down your skirt to massage your clit, preparing you for his entrance. A quiet whimper escapes your lips, trying your best to focus but you knew him well enough to realize he wouldn’t make this so easy for you.

He licks his fingers and inserts them into you again, gently stretching you out while you instinctively lean back into him.

“Something on your mind, cutie?” His hot breath fans against your neck as he leans in closer, tilting his head on your shoulder to catch a glimpse of your reaction, clearly amused on how you’re trying so hard to keep yourself composed.

“R-Raf....” He feels your hands tremble against his as he gently guides yours across the canvas. A playful smirk spreads across his lips at the sound of your stutter.

His free hand that was previously on your clit slips up to your sweater, gently kneading your breasts before giving your nipple a light squeeze. He’s slowly pushing into you, burning slightly but disappears into complete pleasure.

He clicks his tongue, watching you fumble the brushstroke. “It seems my pupil is distracted again. Should I remind you what happens when you don’t pay attention?”

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Artist! Rafayel x Muse! Reader

You always try to help Raf with his paintings. Whether it was helping him take art supplies to the beach or coming alone with him to travel to new places to get inspiration or being his nude model

Rafayel steps closer to you, his height towering over you. He reaches out with his free hand to trace your jawline, ever so delicately and longing. He murmurs sweet praises, memorizing the angles of your face and how he could possibly recreate it on a canvas.

“Beautiful.” He whispers, his thumb swiping your lips to the corner of your mouth. “Art needs to be messy to truly spark creativity. Are you willing to dive into that with me?” You nod, while his other hand pumps his cock, glossing it over with his precum.

“Go ahead,”

He lets his eyelids flutter shut as he focuses on the movements you made. The way your tongue rubs the underside of his cock, and how your lips wrapped perfectly around his girth.

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Servant! Rafayel x Royalty! Reader

tags: reader receiving

“I serve you, master” He draws out the last words with a low tone, each syllable dripping with the intention of arousal. He gently grasped your hand, bringing it to rest against his cheek.

“I only serve you.” He nuzzles against your hand, keeping his gaze locked on you.

“Show me,” You whisper, your hands tightening on him while your eyes are filled with desire and curiosity. “Prove it to me that I’m the only one.” He smirks, giving your knuckles one last kiss before sliding off your lap, never removing his gaze on yours.

A smirk plays at the corners of his lips as he kisses your knuckles one last time before sliding off your lap. “If that’s your wish.” His nebula eyes locked onto yours as he settled between your legs.

He places a soft kiss on your clothed core, the dampness clearly evident. His lips travel down your thighs, peppering small kisses and small licks while fluttering his long lashes at you before moving back up to where you wanted him the most.

“Please Raf...” You whine, your fingers tangling with his soft locks. “Please what, master? What is it that you need?” He toys with the waistband of your panty, amused when you lift your hips up, practically asking to fully remove them off of you.

“I only listen when you use your words, master.” He peers up at you from underneath, a cunning grin stretching across his lips, waiting for your command.

“I need you Raf”

His fingers slid beneath your panties. “Here?” He pulls them down, slowly peeling the thin material from your pussy down to your legs. “Or is this better?” He lifts his gaze from your crying core, mouth just inches away from you. Your eyes clenched shut as you nod.

Dragging along a maddening lick across your pussy, hitting each and every nerve you possess, earning cries of desired pleasure flooded your system.

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Bandit! Rafayel x Princess! Reader

It has been hours days since you both have spent time together and he misses you dearly. With a mischievous plan, he dresses up and sneaks into your home to take you away.

tags: slight knife play but no gore or blood is drawn, only used for anticipation

The candles flicker to life, casting a warm glow through your entire room. You catch sight of your lover, sitting by the bay window where he playfully flips a familiar dagger in his hand.

“I’ve been waiting for you, your highness,” His voice teases and with a swift motion, he removes his mask, revealing a smirk. He tucks the dagger away, approaching you slowly.

“Raf?...I-What are you doing here?” You stammer in surprise as he gently cups your face, his gaze lowering to meet yours. “I’ve come to take what belongs to me.”

“And how do you intend on doing that?” He lets out a breathy chuckle as he pulls out his dagger, causing you to swallow nervously.

He gently glides the tip of the dagger along your shirt, tearing the fabric open and making sure that it doesn’t come in contact with your skin.

Sylus:

Boss! Sylus x Subordinate! Reader

Your lover has been busy with work in your own shared home and yet you miss him and his touch so much.

You knock gently on his office door in your shared home, hearing a muffled ‘come in’ from your lover on the other side of the room. As you enter, he looks up with a warm smile before returning his attention to the paperwork scattered before him on his desk. “Sweetie, do you need something?”

You step into the room, wearing one of his long sleeves that was way oversized on you. You were there to remind him about something but seeing him like this makes you lose your train of that thought entirely. Replacing your original intentions with a new wave of something else in mind.

“You’ve been busy lately, boss,” you purred. “I’ve barely seen you....” You trailed off, biting your bottom lip as you settled yourself on his lap.

He lets out a huff of a chuckle, looking up at you and placing a hand on your back. “Ah, is my subordinate looking for trouble again?”

His office was filled with faint echoes of your lips smacking and shuffling of bodies on his office chair. His kisses were slow and passionate, something you’ve missed while he was busy. He pulls away to admire your disheveled state he made of you. Your hair messed up, your clothes wrinkled and a couple purple marks that he left on your neck to your chest.

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Interrogator! Sylus x Suspect! Reader

You have been taking things from Sylus to gain his attention but it seems like your plan worked a little too well for you.

tags: reader receiving, fingering

“I see my kitten has learned how to swipe things from me lately. He says, leaning casually against the doorframe of your shared bedroom, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I would never take anything from you Sy.” You reply, avoiding his gaze. He lets out a soft, breathy chuckle and pushes himself away from the door, approaching you. Before you can even think to escape, he uses his evol to pin you in place on the bed, his frame hovering over you.

“I’m giving you one last chance to confess, sweetie.”

You squirm against his evol, even though it’s no use. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You protest, earning a scoff from him. Crimson swirls around your body, making you sit up against the headboard and in one swift motion, he cuffs both of your hands to the frame.

“Then I guess you wouldn’t mind if I do an inspection?”

“Sy-Sylus...!” You beg, your voice now hoarse.

“Nothing seems to be in here...” He pumps his fingers harder, earning an eye-roll of pleasure from you that he finds pleasure in. Your thighs are spread out on the bed, while he’s knuckle deep. Curling his slender fingers up into a gummy spot that only he knows that makes you shudder.

He’s so much bigger than you, in any way. His fingers reach so much deeper than yours and so much more harder.

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Masseuse! Sylus x Massage Client! Reader

one way or another you'll lose stress

tags: reader receiving, fingering

Gently he removes the towel and pulls it down just above your ass. You can feel the tips of his fingers dance across the canvas of your bare back as if he’s mapping you out. “You’re still tense, sweetie.”

Your eyes roll back the moment you feel him working on the knotted muscles of your neck. He makes his way down your back, curving his hand as you become putty on the bed, earning a deflated moan from you.

“Am I that good?” He chuckles, his fingers tracing down a line to your waist and hips. “That’s what I like to hear anyway.” If you’re lucky, he might not even notice the wet patch of arousal on your panties.

His hands glide over to the curve of your ass, the towel completely pulled down. Spoke too soon. Slowly, his palm feels the roundness of your cheeks, constantly swapping between each cheek.

With a wicked grin, he eyes the wet patch but he keeps you anticipating. His eyes never leave your crying cunt, licking his lips hungrily as he travels up your legs. Sylus murmurs sweet nothings as he caresses each swipe, threatening to creep closer and closer to your cunt.

With one swift motion, he removes your panty down your legs. “You’re so wet,” He groans, two fingers slipping up and down your slit and shifting his attention between your sensitive bud. His touch remains soft yet stimulating. Your back arches while your ass lifts higher to feel more of his hand.

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Master! Sylus x Maid! Reader

You knew you shouldn’t have made such a bold bet against Sylus after pathetically losing so many times at Kitty Cards. Now here you are meeting your own consequences, wearing a maid costume and cat ears?

tags: reader receiving, fingering, p in v eventually but i tease that hehe

“My, don’t you look adorable,” He stands behind you, his height towering over your reflection in the mirror. You catch his gaze through the glass, a teasing smirk playing on his lips that makes it clear he’s enjoying this

He loves how the short skirt compliments your figure. It was small enough that if you bent over, he would get a full view of your lace panties. His eyes lowered to the frills and the lace that sat on your chest, smirking on how the kitty ears are placed on the top of your head.

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“Look at yourself.” His hand cups your cheek, gently pushing it to where the mirror was standing. Your face becomes flushed at seeing your disheveled state. “Naughty girl. Don’t look away.” A playful smirk curls on his slips as you writhe against his hold, slightly tossing your head aside to give him an easier opportunity to leave more wet kisses on your neck.

“You’re doing so well for me, did you know that sweetie?” Sylus proceeds to slowly rub your clit, waiting for a pleasant reaction. He continues, stroking and rubbing at your clit in such delicious patterns, preparing you for his lengthy entrance.

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st4vk1nmybra1n · 17 days ago

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wc: 500

cw: celebrity!caleb x gn!reader, just very silly fluffy headcanons! Reader is set to have an interviewing series similar to Chicken Shop Date called Tea-Time Talk!! (lowercase intended)

a/n: recently been geeking out over Love and Deepspace (might have a gambling addiction because of the gacha system) so i decided to write for Caleb :33 but i also have a longer fic for Sylus in the works.. wink wink

celebrity!caleb who gets restless at the thought of finally being able to join you on an episode for Tea-Time Talk, after months of pestering his manager and stalking all your posts and videos for the third time. (He's a d1 fan..)

celebrity!caleb whose eyes shine so bright when he's meeting you for the first time, resisting the urge to celebrate when you pull him in for a hug to greet him.

celebrity!caleb who brings out a gift as he sits down, smiling proudly as he watches you gasp in awe at the set of exotic and rare teas he got you!

celebrity!caleb who laughs just a little too hard at your jokes, full on slapping his knee, almost falling out of his seat. All while you blink in mild amusement and surprise. Surely you couldn't have been that funny..

celebrity!caleb who watches you skillfully pour him a cup of tea with his elbow resting against the table, holding up his arm which serves as a pillowy surface for him to lay his pretty little head on, giving you that signature puppy-dog-yearning look he's known for.

celebrity!caleb who takes a second too long to respond, a dumb smile on his lips as he watches you talk. His brain catches up a little late when he sees your gorgeous eyes narrow at him instead of sparkling and speaking all your sentences for you..

celebrity!caleb who answers all your questions earnestly, but is eager to learn more about you! So what if he starred in a new film or had a new feature or project out? He wants to know where you got that scar on your index finger from.

celebrity!caleb who compliments you on your tea pouring skills, playfully commenting about how you're a professional. (Which you are, considering this is your job..)

celebrity!caleb who runs through so many cups of tea from how much he simply sat and listened to you talk, preferring very much to listen to your voice. (Oh, and also– he just happens to take pretty large sips..)

celebrity!caleb who hums ruefully when you lament about how less you learned about him during your date– (even though you call every episode a “date” it doesn't make him any less giddy) only to then enthusiastically suggest a second date, all while his bright doe eyes stared you down.

celebrity!caleb who grins charmingly when you tell him you'll think about it, already thinking about how he'll get all his friends to comment on the video when it's up, imploring that you bring him on a second date.

celebrity!caleb who hugs you goodbye in his large and muscular arms, whispering in that quiet and husky voice about how nice it was to be on the show with you, passing you a small wink as he walks off set.

celebrity!caleb whose phone blows up once the video goes up on your channel, with everyone commenting about how there was so much chemistry between you two!

celebrity!caleb who can't help but preen and gloat when he sees comments talking about how you seemed to be extra flustered and break character around him, more than you'd done with anyone else.

celebrity!caleb who takes one good look at the views amassed on his video with you, and starts planning out his next date with you because duh!

celebrity!caleb who doesn't hesitate to @ you when he tweets “so when's the next date? ;)” thinking he definitely swooned you.

celebrity!caleb who definitely had you swooned, but he doesn't need to know that..

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leighsartworks216 · 5 months ago

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Damn Him

Father!Zayne x Mother!Reader

I NEVER write baby fics or anything with kids and shit EVER. So when I got this idea and felt something deep in my core about it, I simply had to get it out of my system. I'm sorry ;-;

Warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, angst (at the end), family fic, breasts, Dawnbreaker, swearing

Word Count: 1,275

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Crying broke through the still night air. They crackled slightly, muffled through the baby monitor on your bedside table. Nonetheless, you were awake.

The bed is already starting to shift when you're opening your eyes. You blindly reach out and grab onto the soft sleeve of Zayne's pajama shirt.

"I've got it..." you murmur. "She's prob’ly hungry."

He watches blearily as you slowly push yourself up into a sit. "Are you sure?"

You hum, nodding. You let go of him and pick up the monitor, waving it in the air with a playful, yet sleepy, grin. "It's on my side tonight, remember?" You turn down the volume, set it back down and get to your feet. "Go back to bed, lovey. I'll be back soon."

Zayne sighs, but he stays where he is as you pull a cardigan of his around your shoulders. He listens to the sounds of your shared home: the quiet shuffle of your slippers, the hiccuping cries of your daughter, the soothing lilt of your voice as you calm her down.

He glances at the digital clock beside him. It's only 2am; there's still plenty of time to get enough sleep for work tomorrow. As much as his body wants to fight the exhaustion and join you, he knows you'd scold him if he tried. He trusts you, anyway. There's nothing he can do right now to help.

So, he slips back under the blankets and turns onto his side. As the blankets fall into place, the rustling silences, and he tunes back into the lullaby you sing. It leads him down into the embrace of a peaceful slumber.

When next he wakes, he's disoriented. He blinks droopily at the emptiness of your side of the bed, then at the clock that reads 3:30am. There's no distinct sounds coming from the baby monitor. Down the hall is quiet. Why aren't you in bed?

He pushes the blankets off of himself and sits up, sliding on his slippers like it’s second nature. The cool air of the bedroom doesn't bother him as he crosses the room and out the door.

The door to the nursery is wide open. Blue moonlight pours though, spilling onto the floor and up the opposite wall. He squints slightly as he peeks inside. Any fears he could have vanish as he sees you.

You're sitting back in the armchair beside the window, head tilted back at an awkward angle and mouth open around quiet snores. Your shirt is pulled down to expose one of your breasts. Your daughter is using it as a pillow as your arms securely hold her, even as you are fast asleep.

Zayne drinks it all in. Your sleep-rumpled hair and dark eye bags, the shimmer of a drool trail along your chin, the uncomfortable way the collar of your shirt pulls against the underside of your breast. Your daughter, Jasmine, his beloved little flower, clinging with her tiny baby fists to his cardigan you stole, her chubby cheek resting against your skin and the other catching a stray moonbeam. He considers taking a photo of the moment, though he eventually decides against it. His two girls need to be put to bed and he doesn't wish to delay that any longer. Besides, if nothing else, this moment has been seared into his mind. That is enough for him.

He's as quiet as can be as he crosses the room to the chair. Carefully, he slowly pries Jasmine's hands from the cardigan. Her body is so small and warm in his hands as he lifts her into his arms. Oftentimes, he's overwhelmed with the desire to hold her forever, to feel her tiny little heartbeat alongside his own. Just like people save ultrasounds or ink-presses of their child's feet and hands, Zayne wonders if it would be strange to save an echocardiogram as a memento.

She doesn't stir as he lays her down in the crib. Her long, dark eyelashes curl over her round cheeks, picturesque. Her onesie is covered in little snowmen. He should make one for her with his Evol tomorrow. He can only imagine the bright-eyed stare she'd give him as he creates such cute things out of thin air.

Leaning down, he presses the lightest of kisses to her head, just barely starting to see hair growth. Now to take care of the other girl in his life.

Nimble fingers pull your shirt back over your breast, drawing the open sides of the cardigan together to keep you warm. He debates between waking you or not. And although he really should wake you, he ends up lifting you from the chair and into his arms. The moonlight caresses his back as he carries you down the hall, back to your bedroom. He tucks your feet in first as he lays you down before pulling the blankets up over you. Just as he did with Jasmine, he kisses your forehead, willing portions of his soul to transfer to you in hopes he can somehow get across how much he utterly and truly loves you.

He grabs the baby monitor before he rounds the bed back to his side. He turns the volume dial back up and sets it on his nightstand beside the clock. You'll get onto him about it being your turn to take care of the baby for the entire night, a system born out of his tendency to do everything himself due to his workaholic nature. He'll accept the scolding come daylight. You'll forgive him. You always do. Even if it's with an exaggerated sigh and a fond eye roll.

He lays on his side to face you, the love of his life. He couldn't dream of being anywhere but here, by your side, as he allows sleep to overcome him once again.

He wakes up.

Hollow.

He always feels hollow after dreams like that. And why shouldn't he feel the weight of what is missing in his life?

His bed is empty save for him. The room down the hall is full of random stuff he can't be bothered to worry about. It's a guest room; he's not having any guests over, so why bother?

The void within him cries to be filled. It opens like a yawning mouth, only an unfathomable depth waiting within, yearning for that life. The life that doctor has. A life he can never have.

Never will he be able to wake up to your face right beside him. Never will he be able to hold his daughter. Never will he be able to have that life with you.

It isn't fair. It's not-

He presses the balls of his hands into his eyes, biting back the shuddering breaths and the sting of tears. He’ll be forced to watch his daughter grow up through that doctor’s eyes. And it’s not even his. He has no rights to make a claim on her. He never will.

Relegated to watching you grow old through someone else’s eyes, instead of being there with you, to hold and help and love.

The sensor beeps nearby. He turns his head to look, blinking away the moisture in his eyes and meeting the breaking dawn that shines in through the window. A red dot blinks at him. It’s only a few blocks away.

He imagines for a brief second if the victim this time was you.

You, carrying a little baby in your arms, calling him a murderer. The idea of taking her life-

He closes his eyes and wills the thoughts away. Damn that doctor for having the life he can never have. Damn him.

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minxipinxi · 1 month ago

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#LADsMultiBoycott: Enough Is Enough – It’s Time to Stand Together

“We don’t hate the game—we love it enough to want better.”

Over the past few weeks, the community has been buzzing over translated leaks and rumors surfacing on Xiaohongshu (小红书) and Twitter that point to a disturbing trend in Love and Deepspace (LADs). The upcoming multi-banner—whether it turns out to be the anticipated Spring or Wedding multi—will once again feature long hairstyles separated from their outfits. Yes, again. After all the outcry. After all the feedback. We're here once more.

Let me be blunt: we can’t keep going like this. We can’t keep hoping CN girlies will save us every time. We can’t keep spending in good faith when Infold continues to exploit our loyalty and silence our voices. We can’t keep pretending that fan art and cute trailers make up for broken promises and paywalled aesthetics.

It’s time for us to join together, across servers, communities, and fandoms. It's not about Sylus mains vs Caleb mains vs the OG3. We're all getting burned by the same fire.

💥 What We Know From the Leaks

According to reliable sources:

The upcoming banner after Sylus’s Birthday Event might be another multi-banner format, either Spring or Wedding.

Long hairstyles will be separated from the outfits and placed in a separate crate—again.

This structure mirrors gacha mechanics where full outfits demand 140+ pulls, stretching across 5-star parts like socks, pants, accessories, and hair.

These decisions appear to be influenced by monetization models similar to Infinity Nikki, prioritizing profit over playability or fairness.

📢 So What Are We Doing About It?

We are organizing under #LADsMultiBoycott to push back against these predatory changes. This isn’t just a tantrum. It’s a coordinated protest.

�� Our Demands:

Six-month roadmaps to ensure transparency and accountability.

Higher resource drops from the highest-tier Bounty/Core Hunt.

Stop separating hairstyles from outfits in banners.

New sources of diamond income (no more stagnant gem economy).

No spending for the first 3 days of the banner. Use only your saved-up diamonds.

File official complaints to show Infold that this matters. Email:

[email protected]

🧠 Strategy: What You Can Do

Here’s what our global LADs family is doing:

1. No Spending for Entire Banner Period

Even if you have funds set aside, hold them. Don’t top up. Don’t feed the system that’s disrespecting your playtime and wallet.

2. Delay Your Pulls

Do not pull in the first 3 days. Choose your LI in the pool, then log out. Let the data show decreased first-week participation.

3. Minimal Screen Time

Yes, log in for dailies, but keep your session short, especially for iOS users. Play Store and App Store algorithms track usage data. Reduced screen time:

Hurts engagement metrics.

Lowers game ranking.

Cuts ad revenue.

4. No Banner Fanart for First Few Days

As painful as it is to hide our beautiful boys, let’s not unintentionally trigger FOMO. Fanart drives hype—hold off until after the peak revenue period.

5. Only Use Android if Possible

App Store rankings are disproportionately influenced by iOS user engagement. Reducing iOS traffic matters more than you think.

🌎 A Global Movement: We’re Not Alone

Our fellow players in China have already shaken Infold’s confidence.

CN revenue dropped by 42.2% from Nov 2024 to March 2025 (from $100M to $57.8M).

Global rankings dropped, while games like Genshin and Wuthering Waves soared.

Their success in the "stop-spending-money" campaign proved one thing: boycotts work.

If they can do it, so can we.

✊ This Is About More Than Just One Banner

Infold believes that as long as they release a sexy card, we’ll cave. They believe we don’t talk to each other. That we’re divided by LI bias and language barriers. But what they don’t see is how deeply connected we’ve become as a fandom.

We aren’t asking for perfection. We’re asking for respect.

If we let this multi go unchallenged, it sets a dangerous precedent:

Separated hairstyles in multi-banners like this become normalized.

Resources remain stagnant.

Paywalls keep climbing.

F2P and low-spenders are permanently excluded.

💡 Why Minimal Playtime Matters

Some of you might be thinking, “But this won’t work?” And here’s why it will:

“Why Cutting Screen Time Works” – The Breakdown

Engagement metrics tank. App Store/Play Store ranks games by DAU, session length, etc.

Revenue drops. Less screen time = fewer ad views = less money.

Rankings slide. Visibility goes down, leading to even fewer players.

It sends a message. A sharp drop in playtime can’t be ignored by business analysts.

💬 “But What If Infold Cancels the Game?”

They won’t. That’s just fear-mongering.

If a company is willing to kill its own cash cow just because fans want better—then it was never worth our support to begin with. But more importantly: they won’t kill it. They’ve seen that the game can pull millions. They’ll just need to earn it now.

🧱 We’re Building Something Bigger

This isn’t just about LADs. It’s about every gacha game that’s begun preying on its fans. If we roll over here, what message are we sending to WuWa, HSR, ZZZ, GI, and the rest?

We all have that one game we ride or die for. But loving a game doesn’t mean blind loyalty. Criticism is love in action.

🧩 TL;DR: How You Can Help

❌ Don’t spend money on the next multi-banner

🕒 Log in for dailies only, pick your LI, then log off

🎨 Hold off on banner fanart for a few days

📉 Reduce iOS activity as much as possible

💌 Email: [email protected] [email protected]

🗣️ Spread awareness under #LADsMultiBoycott

Even if you’re the only one on your server, know that you’re not alone. We’re tired, we’re frustrated—but we’re not powerless.

Let’s stop funding our own oppression.

No fair treatment = no money. Let them earn it.

Resources:

Revenue Trends: Ennead Data

Reddit Info Post: Sylus Girlies PSA

XHS Links: Source 1, Source 2

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who-can-touch-my-boob · 13 days ago

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<- love and deepspace masterlist

AN: angsty and a hurt/comfort drabble. Sorry just had to get this out of my system.

Imagine this, you’re sitting in Sylus’ living room, waiting and waiting. He’s been gone for hours, much longer than he’d told you. You’re anxious, finger tapping on your knee, eyes glancing over at the door as if he’s magically appear.

And then finally, he does. However despite him looking like he usually does after one of his cryptic “work” where he’s covered in blood, Sylus doesn’t have that same aloof expression.

The man who’s always so calm and collected, rarely fazed or shows emotions other than the tender smiles that’s exclusively for you, he is now looking utterly broken down.

His sharp features twisted into what you can only describe as agony.

You don’t say anything, instead you move as quickly as you can, just in time to catch him as he falls down on his knees. Slowly you ease yourself down, grabbing his shoulder and pull him into a tight hug.

Sylus buries his face into the crook of your neck, his warm breath hitching and his heart’s pounding so loud you can feel it against your own chest.

You’re too stunned and worried to speak, all you do is hug him tighter. Your hand gently rub his back as you coo softly, letting him know you’re here.

Something’s dampening your skin, warm droplets of tears that trickles down his cheeks and on you. His breath hitches again, he’s trying to speak but it’s as if the words are stuck.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything.” You murmur softly, placing a kiss on his temple.

After a long and heavy silence apart from Sylus’ muffled sobs, he slowly pulls back, just enough for your faces to be only centimetres apart.

With a tender hand you cup his face, the other brushing away the hair from his forehead, silently examining him for any injuries. You’re relieved to find out he’s not wounded, atleast not physically.

Sylus leans into your palm, nuzzling his before placing a small kiss. His eyelashes are sticking together from the tears he just shed, but it seems he’s managed to control his emotions.

“I… did something horrible.” He whispers, voice barely audible and hoarse. His red eyes flickers up to meet yours before looking away in shame.

You frown, studying his features to try and understand what had happened to make him this distraught. Sylus has done a lot of bad things, but he always walked out of the situations with a calm and relaxed demeanour.

“What did you do?” You ask him, but your voice is hesitant, almost scared of what he’s about to say next.

Sylus takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment before slowly lifting his gaze, his eyes filled with emotions.

“Amidst all the… exchange of firearm, a…”

He pauses, voice rough and shaky. He takes another deep breath before continuing.

“A small girl got caught in the middle of it. For once in my life, something happened that I had not anticipated.”

Your eyes widens, realising where this is going. Sylus can see it clearly and it’s breaking his heart imagining how you’ll just leave him. That this was the breaking point, that you’ll never want to see him again.

However Sylus is an honest man, he would never lie to you, so he clears his throat softly and use all his strength to finish.

“She was no older than eight years old… And my bullet was the one to. I killed her.”

He looks at his hand, covered in blood and dirt, but what catches your attention is the keychain with a small cat plushie.

“I didn’t meant to… I would never, not a child. Please, believe me.”

Sylus start rambling, the fear of being abandoned now by you, the guilt heavy for what he’d done, the small blood covered keychain that had not long ago had its home in a little girl’s pocket.

You see it, the way he’s digging himself deeper and tears wells up in your eyes at the sight before you.

“Sylus,”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling in once more and you can feel how much he’s trembling.

“I believe you. I know you. You would never do such a thing. I’m here and I won’t leave you.”

Your voice is firm, yet affectionate as you hug him tighter.

Neither of you say anything after that, and you remain sitting on your knees for a long time. Not until Sylus finally calms down and speaks more do you release him from your embrace.

“Whatever did a monster like me do to deserve an angel like you?”

You flash him a smile and shake your head before kissing his cheek. Seeing his usual playfulness somewhat returned you hope to lighten up the mood.

“You can thank this angel after helping you bathe.”

As you both get up on your feet, Sylus glances down at the small cat plushie attached to the keychain and with a gentle smile looks at you as you guide him to the bathroom.

“Can this little kitten also get a bath? I want to change out my old keychain.”

#sylus x reader #lads sylus #love and deepspace sylus #sylus x mc #sylus #lnds sylus #l&ds sylus #sylus qin #sylus x you

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hoe-days · 2 months ago

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That has nothing to do with space

Senku x Reader

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Senku wasn’t a terrible boyfriend, not in the slightest, but that’s not to say he doesn’t have his faults. Like his tendency to get a bit too wrapped up in science. That’s never been much of an issue though. Hell, a majority of the time (Y/N) is right there with him. But she hasn’t been for a while. What time is it?

Senku snaps out of it, he had been lost in thought while he waited for the calculations he was running on his computer to load. He glanced over at the second desk chair beside him, where his lover usually sat. It’s been empty for a bit now. Then again it is 2AM, (Y/N) can’t always stay up with him.

He sighs as he stands up and knocks the wrinkles from his clothes, he was still in his school attire and should probably shower, but it wouldn’t hurt to check up on (Y/N) first though, she normally takes over his bed when she’s tired. He makes his way to his room, careful not to disturb his dad as he walks through the hallway. As he reaches the door he pauses when he hears faint sounds of music and talking.

For anyone else something like this would raise suspicion, but he knows his lover, she’s just like him. It’s not uncommon for the two of them to stay up running experiments or playing some game. He still remembers the miserable day they had after pulling an all nighter trying to beat Akumajou Dracula X.

He pushes the door open and steps into the room and just like he thought, she was lying on his bed playing some game on her phone. Upon getting closer he’s able to see what on the screen, an RPG? The battle system looks fun.

“What’s that?” He asks, leaning over to look at her phone. “Oh, it’s a game I found. It’s called Love and Deepspace. I’ve been addicted to it for the past few weeks.” Love and Deepspace, huh. Sounds like sci-fi, right up her alley.

“Is it about space?” Senku immediately notices how she stiffens slightly when he asks her that. Very curious. “Well…yes. Technically it’s about space.” Senku raises a suspicious eyebrow at her answer. “Technically?”

Before he can question further the fight ends, her phone screen turning back to normal. He’s about to ask more when a phone rings. Senku instinctively reaches for his own, but he pauses when he sees it’s (Y/N)’s game. She goes to decline it, but the way she’s holding the phone causes it to slip from her hands, landing face down in front of her.

“Are you home right now?” A deep voice calls out from the phone. (Y/N) freezes, unable to say anything as the voice continues. “I’ll cut to the chase, Luke and Kieran have a gift, They’ll be at your doorstep in 30 minutes, I want you to receive it in person.”

(Y/N) quickly picks up the phone as Senku bursts out laughing. (Y/N) taps the screen frantically, but the deep voice continues. “You’re so vigilant, Kitten.”

(Y/N) shuts her phone off and puts her head down, lying face down on the bed. Senku stops laughing a few seconds later, breathing heavily to catch his breath. “Space, huh?” He has an impish grin on his face, one usually reserved for science experiments. (Y/N) groans into the mattress. “Shut uuuuup.” Senku sits down on the bed, leaning on one arm to try and look at her face. “I know I’ve been focused on science lately, but you haven’t been THAT lonely have you?”

“I hate you so much.”

“You want me to call you kitten or something? You should know I’m 10 billion percent not doing that.”

She whines, rolling herself up in his comforter and finally letting him get a good look at her flustered face. “Okay okay, I’ll stop. I’m going to go shower then we can talk about ACTUAL space. And you can tell me about your game.”

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Bonus:

Senku lies on his stomach next to (Y/N) as they read through one of the story modes of the game, his hair a still a little damp from his shower.

“He most definitely drugged her just then.”

“Oh yeah totally.”

“He seems like type of guy to steal people’s laundry. And you say he’s an astronaut?”

“Yeah, A deepspace pilot. You know, he canonically uses my character’s tooth brush.”

“Don’t let this game give you any ideas.”

“Senku that’s disgusting.”

#dr stone #ishigami senku #senku x reader #love and deepspace #lnds

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hananoami · 4 months ago

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Pulse Hunter / Sky's Embrace Guide

to make the most out of this limited-wish banner here's a quick review of what to expect from pulse hunter/sky's embrace with some suggestions at the end. regardless if you're a new player pulling for the first time or a veteran player who has already experienced it during 2.0's launch i hope this helps prepares you. good luck with your pulls! may you get the memories you want 🫶

🍎 What is Pulse Hunter / Sky's Embrace / Xspace Echo?

Pulse Hunter is a limited-wish banner that was first introduced during Sylus's debut in Love and Deepspace version 2.0 - Opposing Visions (07/14/2024). This was the first time they introduced a 5-star selector banner like this, which is why you'll often see older players refer to this banner type as Pulse Hunter. It ran concurrently with Sylus's limited-time banner [No Defense Zone]. This special banner essentially guarantees that you will only pull one of the five selected memories within 70 pulls or less, depending on your luck. To differentiate between banner versions, they simply renamed this limited-wish banner as Sky's Embrace for or Caleb's debut in Love and Deepspace 3.0 - Cosmic Encounter (01/22/2025). Aside from the name change the structure of the banner is exactly the same as Pulse Hunter. This banner will also run concurrently with Caleb's limited-time banner []. Xspace Echo is the standard banner that's available permanently. It is NOT to be confused with the above limited-wish banners. ‼️ When pulling make sure you're on the correct banner ‼️ I cannot stress this enough. Do not mistakenly use your tickets on the wrong one.

🍎 What memories are available? How many can I choose?

In this special banner players are allowed to select up to five 5-Star Memories (5) of their choosing from the Xspace Echo wish pool - no more, no less. All of the newly added Caleb's 5-star memories (2 solars, 3 lunar) will also become available. Companions you can obtain are the following: ⭐ Xavier's Lightseeker (LS) ❄️ Zayne's Foreseer (FS) 🐟 Rafayel's Abysswalker (AB) 🐦‍⬛ Sylus's Relentless Conquerer (RC) 🍎 Caleb's Farspace Colonel (FC) Take note limited-time 5-star memories are excluded from the selector, as they do not get included into the wish pool after their respective banner ends.

🍎 Can you change your selected memories?

Once you confirm your selected 5 memories you CANNOT change them later on. It is important that you choose wisely.

🍎 What currency does it use?

There are two ways to pull on this banner-- Empyrean Wishes, obtainable through item shop / wish shop / chocolate shop / heartsand shop / completing agenda: weekly tasks. Diamonds.

🍎 How many times can we pull on this banner?

The cap for this banner is 350 pulls. After that you won't be able to pull anymore. With a maximum of 350 pulls you can obtain a minimum of five 5-star memories, potentially more if you're lucky to hit early or pull multiple 5-stars in one 10x.

🍎 What are the probability rates?

There are no rate ups for this limited-wish banner. The rates are the same, as seen in the image above from the standard banner, Xspace Echo. As mentioned earlier this special banner guarantees that you will only pull one of the five selected memories of your choosing within 70 pulls or less.

🍎 Does pity carry over?

Pulse Hunter/Sky's Embrace has a separate pity system. For veteran players, if you've pulled previously during Version 2.0 then your pity from [Pulse Hunter] will carry over into [Sky's Embrace]. You should be able to view your pull history once the banner is live. Your pity from the limited-time wish banner and Xspace Echo are different banners, therefore will not carry over into Pulse Hunter/Sky's Embrace.

🍎Banner pull rewards?

Incentive rewards for pulling on [Sky's Embrace] are as follows: 25 - Wish Crate: SR x1 75 - Wish Crate: SR x1 100 - Sun Crate: Random x1 (from your selected 5) 200 - Sunlight Crate x1 (can choose from your selected 5) You can select the memories from the SR crates, however, those crates only contain 4-star solar memories obtainable through Xspace Echo. All of the selectable crates can only be claimed ONCE so make sure you pick the correct memory of your choosing when opening them.

If you've made it this far thank you for taking the time to read all of this! As a veteran player who has pulled before here are my advice and tips!

This is the BEST way to get any of standard banner Companions that you haven't unlocked yet! I highly recommend selecting solar memories over lunars, as they are harder to come by when pulling. Lunar memories will eventually be available on a rotation via the Wishing Well exchange shop for 180 stardust (blue crystals).

You can exchange resources in game to obtain Empyrean Wishes to help save your diamonds for the limited-time wish banner instead. If you have to spend diamonds for pulls, the exchange rate is 150 Diamonds = 1 Empyrean Wish. HEARTSAND SHOP (weekly) * 5 Empyrean Wishes = 150 Memory Heartsand: SR (purple sands) * 10 Empyrean Wishes = 60 Memory Heartsand: SR (yellow sands) CHOCOLATE SHOP (weekly) * 1 Empyrean Wish = 600 Chocolates WISHING WELL* 10 Empyrean Wishes = 90 Stardust (blue crystals) [monthly discounted at 9/per] * 1 Empyrean Wish = 12 Stardust (blue crystal) [unlimited]

MAKE SURE YOU'RE PULLING ON THE RIGHT BANNER! I said this before, but make sure you're on [Sky's Embrace] and not Xspace Echo. It didn't happen to me, however, I have seen horror stories of players accidentally wasting their Empyrean Wishes/Diamonds on the wrong banner.

I know we're all excited to pull for Caleb, but I would highly recommend unlocking Caleb's companion / [With Him] via Main Story before pulling. That way you can start earning affinity points when doing your pulls for his memories. If you are also going to be pull for his limited-time banner, I would suggest pulling on that banner first before making your selection in Sky's Embrace. On the off chance you get that missing solar pair you can save that slot for another memory. Also note that we are going to get one of his lunar 5-star memories for FREE via event. So make sure you choose wisely when making your selection.

What to spend your selectable 5-star memory crates on? If you haven't unlocked a companion yet I would suggest doing that over a memory duo rank up, just because it will help you in the long run should you need it to clear a trial or stage. But don't let me tell you what to do. If you want that duo rank 2 for the alternate outfit color or R3 sole for getting a complete duo rank 3 pair then go for it~

...more will be added if I can thing of anything else. signal boosting: @hunters-association

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babygirlana · 3 months ago

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Ive been thinking of posting this here after posting it on reddit. Ive been writing some stuff about love and deepspace for days now. But here you go let me know if you want my other stuff to be posted here. Some are NSFW and SFW so let me know!!!

Songs they’ll match your freak to

- [ ] Xavier: (any Nicki Minaj song) At first he just liked as you vibe to the music but after a while of him coming over and catching you rapping to the plants while you water them the words just came to naturally. the most recent one was when he came over to get his weekly meal prep and he heard you singing to Beyonce’s flawless he couldn’t help but jump in. You turning around from putting the food in a bag and he’s bumping over you with swagger. He does not miss a word and censoring the bad words with a smile. You bounce along with him as he finishes the song off. “Wow baby I give it a 10/10 for performance. Since you win who are you thankful for?” You say clapping while he bows and waves at the imagery audience. “Thank you so much to Beyonce for this chance.” He laughs as you hold a spoon to his mouth. You laugh out loud while he pulls you into a chair on top of him. “Dang that was a lot I need to recharge first then I can show you how flawless you can be baby.” He says pressing himself to your chest. The heat raising over your face.

- [ ] Zayne: (Girly pop core/bimbo core music) you went to drop off lunch to your very busy surgeon husband but he’s not in his office. Most of the time you would wait for him to come back because he knows you were coming around this time. You set the food on his desk while pulling out your phone looking if he let you he was gonna be late. No text. You go to the nurses desk and ask where he is. They tell you he should be in pediatrics. Now that is a very obvious answer. You walk over to the pediatrics ward and you see him sitting facing away from you. Two little girls in front of him giggling they notice you but you hold a finger up to your mouth and they smile continuing what they were doing. You slowly make your way in front of him and when you barely get to his side he opens his eyes. You finally see what the two little girls were doing with him. His hair is littered with colorful hair clips. Bright colored stickers covering his face and you hold back a laugh as the smaller of the two girls smudging lip gloss on his pink lips. “Done!” The two girls cheered while high-fiving. “Girls as you can see miss hunter is here to pick me up.” He says while standing up and smoothing out his coat. “Doctor Zayne you can’t take it off. You promised okay?” The taller girl said sticking her pinky finger. “Okay I’ll keep it on until the end of lunch.” He enter winded his much larger pinky with the girl. The other girl blowing on the pinky promise. That lead to you changing his contact to girly pop with emojis. (Sorry the beginning was long) And you started blasting your new playlist of girly pop and bimbo core music at home. At first he was a bit annoyed with how loud it can be but as time passed it started to grow on him. The day when he matched your freak was when you both were packing for a trip and he walking in on you singing I <3 harajuku by Alice longyu gao ft. Fraxiom. Him doing fraxiom’s part while you dance around and he strikes an idol pose saying the ending.

- [ ] Rafayel: (crazy enough alt punk music) when you would chill at his studio you would hijack his sound system. At first he just nodded along to the beat but after going through and sharing your playlist with himself. he was fully on board. He had called you over using some crazy emergency about some about fish. He had said it in a rush and hung the phone. But you were like in the middle of a mission. So it was after work when the sun bathed the house in hues of purples and orange as it set. As you got closer you could hear the sound of music and singing so you slowly make your way in. You tip toe into the open space of the living room to see Rafayel emotionally singing out The mighty fall by Fall out boy ft. Big Sean. You start to bounce along behind him as he sings the bridge and you start rapping Big Sean part he spins around his eyes going wide. You walk closer as you go on and stopping right in front of him as you both finish off the song in sync. As the song ends both of your breaths are quick and heavy. The look that the two share speaks a thousands of words but also doesn’t speak a word at all. As your breaths calm his opens his mouth to whisper how the mighty fall and crashes his lips. The kiss was aggressive and desperate as it match the unspoken words and the booming music reverberating through your bodies. ( I actually had a ton of songs in mind but I choice this one based off that Rafayel was the mighty sea god. But the second choice would be just one yesterday by fall out boy because I feel that could resonate with how she forgets him.)

- [ ] Sylus: (Musicals/showtunes) He would see you acting out the musical with the twins. At first he thought it was cute and funny how you got the twins to go along with your antics. But that time you spend could with him so he started to sit in on your little musicals so he could be closer as you. He preferred classical music but he learns the words to your favorite ones. So one day when you two were on the run after bumping into each other after he just disappered without a word of where he was going. He hopped on your motorcycle more like stealing it with you on it. Oh wait “borrowing” in his words. He pulled up to a huge mansion after you been giving the silent treatment. You push off him and aggressively getting off the bike. Ripping the helmet off as you stormed into the house. He running his had through his messy hair as he strolled in behind you. After you two fretting up he makes a side comment about how you move like this happens often and you shoot back that yes this happens often with a huff and a slam of a fridge door. The place is clean so you know that he’s been here recently that there are food in the fridge. You don’t more like you force yourself not to notice him moving around the living room. You hear the sound system turn on as you snack on some fruit. The first note of the song For The Record from 36 Questions catches you off guard but he walks over as he sings the first lines. Him changing up the lyrics to match your guys predicament. When he looks to for you to play along. A smile dancing on your lips. You speaking to mephisto with parts of the song. He goes through the whole song playing it out. As it ends the laughter is loud and all anger for him disappearing. “Are you still mad sweetie?” He asks grabbing your hand pulling you closer. “No Sylus I’m not mad any more. But please don’t do that again we made a promise.” You look up at him with pleading eyes. He kisses away your unshed tears. “I promise.” He breathes out with a firm kiss to your forehead.

- [ ] Caleb: (Kpop mostly 2nd & 3rd gen) Caleb has always matched your freak growing up because if you asked he would give you the world. You would ask him to practice with you for dance competitions in middle-high school. He didn’t have much of a sense of rhythm at first but at your word he would practice. He would even practice away from you so you could praise him for getting better. When he had to leave for college he missed his plane because he danced all night with you. That was all in the pass so when he finds that you rearranged his living room to make space to dance he was surprised. He wasn’t home when you started moving around. The cameras alerted him that your heartbeat spiked so he looked and there you were dancing. He didn’t even need the audio to know what song you were doing. Shinee’s replay he remember when you asked for him to learn KEY’s part because you were doing Mino’s. When he refused at first you almost started crying calling him a big meanie. The memory bringing a smile to his face. He stands to head home to you. A assistant tries to stop you but he holds up a hand and says he’s heading home for the day. He doesn’t wait for a response making his way home. He pulls up the camera feed so he can know what song you’re doing. The plane going a tad bit faster than normal. His safety training left at HQ. He arrives in half the time it normally takes. He pulls the door open and he hears the beat of Miniskirt by AOA. Rushing into the living room he jumps in right at the chorus surprising you but staying on beat. ( sorry this one ends abruptly I just lost steam lol my brain hurts)

#caleb x reader #love and deepspace x reader #sylus x reader #zayne x reader #xavier x reader #rafayel x reader #xavier love and deepspace #love and deepspace caleb #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #rafayel love and deepspace #lads x reader

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gravity-between-us · 1 month ago

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Gravity Between Us

Chapter 8: Breach

Summary: Caleb and I have known each other for as long as I can remember. We were once childhood friends, our bond as natural as the stars in the sky. But now, everything has changed. What used to feel like a safe, familiar orbit between us now pulses with unspoken desire.

Our friendship is no longer enough to keep the tension at bay, and the distance between us feels unbearable. Secrets, lies, and unhealed wounds stand in our way. I don’t know if we can survive this new gravity pulling us together... but I can’t keep pretending I don’t want to try.

Pairing: Female! MC x Caleb

Spoilers: Spoilers for Caleb's Myth's as well as memories. Read at your own risk for these. Lore spoilers.

WARNINGS:

Unlikely to be completely canon. The other love interests will not be likely to appear in this fic.

MC is named. MC is socially awkward. MC can be depressed at times.

Very? Slow Burn.

Very explicit smut (Chapter 12 onward): PiV/oral (male and female receiving)/anal sex. Fingering. First time. Pet names (angel, babe, baby, pip-squeak). Kinks: Praise, breeding, creampie, light dom/sub. Rough. Some consensual degradation talk (MC is into it). Probably many, many more that I am forgetting to name. If you see one that should be listed that isn't, feel free to let me know. (MC is a repressed deviant, and so is Caleb.)

Awkward blend of darker moments, angst, fluff, and humour.

Drinking. Questionable life decisions. MC spirals.

Protective Caleb. Both MC and Caleb are a little obsessive and overly protective of each other, which could be considered an unhealthy relationship.

We will revisit memory scenes, but they will be different from the memories in-game.

As proofread as I can get it, but not beta read, so probably some mistakes.

Limited plot - most focus is just on their relationship and interactions.

More warnings could be applied, but as a general rule of thumb, please read at your own risk and do not continue if you find the content triggering.

The mirage should mean nothing. It should be nothing more than a trick of the mind, an illusion spun by the Wanderer to unsettle me. Yet, it lingers, burrowing into my thoughts like a splinter I can’t dislodge.

I saw Caleb slumped in the cockpit of his plane, his head tilted at an unnatural angle. His flight suit was half unzipped, stained with something dark. Blood soaked into the collar of his undershirt, a stark contrast against the pale fabric. His hands hung limply, barely grasping the controls.

For a breathless moment, I was certain he was dead.

Then the image flickered, like a faulty connection, the lights in the cockpit sputtering in and out. His visor was cracked, and beyond it, the Deepspace Tunnel stretched into an endless abyss, swirling with cold, unnatural light.

At first, I told myself it was nothing—just another of the Wanderer’s illusions, designed to disorient and confuse. It could have been a fabrication, pulled from my own fears, my mind stitching together the details.

But Gideon all but confirmed that Caleb had lied to me. He hadn’t been in some classified training program while he was missing. He had been somewhere else.

A cold chill settles in my bones.

What did I really see out there? An illusion? A hallucination? Or something darker—an echo of the past, trapped in the endless fabric of the Deepspace Tunnel?

There’s only one way to find out.

I stand outside Caleb’s house in Skyhaven. The entrance is sleek, metallic, the security systems embedded into the doorframe. I press my hand to the scanner, feeling the cool glass against my palm. A beat later, the lock disengages with a soft click.

The first time he brought me here, he registered my fingerprint in his security system. He never mentioned it—just guided my hand to the scanner, letting the lock accept me as a resident. A silent gesture of trust.

Now, I’m using it to break into his home.

If he returns early, I’ll claim it’s a surprise visit. It’s a flimsy excuse, but I don’t expect him back yet. He said his mission would take a few days.

I step inside. The house is quiet—not quite sterile, but controlled. Caleb doesn’t leave things lying around. His workspace is always neat, his flight gear carefully stored, his personal effects sparse.

I head straight for his office.

His desk is bare except for his laptop, its sleek black casing nearly blending into the gunmetal-grey table. It’s password-protected, of course, but I anticipated that. I type the first combination that comes to mind—my birthday. He’s used it before, back when we were kids, thinking it clever to ensure I’d always remember his passwords. But the screen flashes red.

Incorrect.

I pause, thinking. Caleb isn’t the type to use something generic. He chooses passwords with meaning—something important, something personal.

Fingers hovering over the keys, I try again. My birthday, but longer this time.

IWillAlwaysComeBackToYou.

The screen blinks, then—access granted. A lump forms in my throat, but I push past it and begin my search.

It’s not easy. He doesn’t make things obvious, and I didn’t expect him to. I sift through folders of flight reports, maintenance logs, and official DAA documentation—things I’m technically not supposed to see—but nothing out of the ordinary.

Then I find a folder labelled Old Memories.

I hesitate, but curiosity wins out. Inside, I find a handful of scanned photos. The first is of the two of us as kids, sitting on Gran’s porch. Caleb grins, his arm around me in a loose headlock, my face scrunched in mock irritation. Gran stands behind us, laughing, her hand resting lightly on my shoulder.

I swallow hard. We were happy. I flip through a few more. Us on our bikes, racing down the street. The summer we built a treehouse. Caleb in his first flight suit, beaming with pride.

The ache in my chest sharpens, but I force myself to move on. The real search continues for what feels like hours. I dig through layers of directories, folders buried within folders, but there’s nothing unusual—no personal logs, no hidden truths.

Until I notice something strange in his storage directory—space occupied by something that doesn’t appear in any visible folder.

It’s hidden.

I pull up the command console and run a search for encrypted files. A few results pop up, but one catches my attention—a string of numbers that doesn’t match the others. I trace the file path, but it’s locked behind another layer of encryption.

I don’t have his decryption key, but I don’t need it. Back at the Academy, I took extra coding courses between my Hunter training. Hacking isn’t my specialty, but I know my way around security protocols.

I work around the lock, exploiting a vulnerability in the file path. It takes longer than I’d like—Caleb’s good, but I’m stubborn.

Eventually, the barrier cracks, and the hidden folder appears.

Inside are video logs.

I double-click the first one, and the screen flickers to life.

Caleb appears in the cockpit of his plane. He looks tired but alert, his hands steady as he adjusts the controls. The timestamp in the corner reads from years ago—during the time he went missing.

“Flight log, day one,” he says. His voice is level, but there’s an undercurrent of tension. “Oxygen levels stable. Backup power at fifty percent. Fuel reserves… low.”

I watch, barely breathing, as he continues listing observations. There’s nothing dramatic yet—he’s just tracking his resources, analyzing the situation. But as I click through the next few logs, things change.

Caleb’s face grows paler. His words slow. The oxygen levels drop, and so does his coherence. The static in the recordings intensifies, warping his voice, distorting the background noise into something almost unnatural.

“No matter what I do,” he murmurs in one log, his head lolling slightly. “It always ends in death.”

I stiffen. Deaths? Who is he talking about?

Another log. His breathing is laboured, his lips faintly blue.

“Rescue… would put too many in danger,” he gasps, barely above a whisper. “Can’t… let them come after me.”

My stomach twists as I watch him reach out—his movements sluggish—as he presses something off-screen.

“Disabling distress beacon.”

The realization crashes over me. He turned it off. On purpose.

He was lost. He was dying. And he didn’t want anyone to come for him.

I clutch the edge of the desk, my nails digging into it.

Another file catches my eye—one final video log. I don’t think I’m ready for what I’m about to see.

The screen flickers, static worse than before, warping the video with jumps and glitches. But Caleb is still there, slumped in the cockpit, his flight suit hanging loose around his frame. His skin is grey, lips cracked, and his breaths shallow and uneven.

But his eyes—his eyes are clear.

“Pip-squeak,” he says, his voice rough but steady. He holds the necklace I gave him in his clenched fist, like a lifeline. “I’m sorry I broke my promise.”

My breath catches in my throat.

“I don’t think I am going to make it home to you this time.”

I shake my head before I even realize I’m doing it. No.

“You were always the light in my life, you know that?” His lips twitch, like he wants to smile but doesn’t have the strength. “Always pullin’ me back. Givin’ me direction. Keepin’ me grounded… but I guess even you can’t pull me back from this one.”

The static worsens, swallowing parts of his words. His blinks grow slower, his head dipping forward before he forces it back up.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “Our souls will always find each other.”

Tears spill down my cheeks. No, Caleb. No, it’s not okay.

His fingers twitch weakly on the console. He exhales, long and shaky, eyes unfocused now. “My only regret is that I didn’t tell… you… tell…”

The words trail off. His eyelids flutter.

Then—nothing.

The screen freezes on his face, mouth parted, eyes half-lidded, as if he’s already gone.

“No,” I choke out. My fingers twitch toward the screen, as if I could reach through and pull the words out of him, drag him back from the edge of unconsciousness.

The video ends, and a broken sound escapes my throat. I’m crying, sobbing, my whole body shaking as I press my hand to my mouth to stifle it. I can’t stop the flood of grief, horror, and helplessness as the weight of what I just watched crashes over me.

I force my hands to move, though they tremble so badly it takes three tries to clear my search history. I wipe every trace of my presence from Caleb’s system, backtrack through folders, close out every open file. My fingers hesitate over the final window—the last frozen frame of him, pale and barely conscious—but I close that too.

My breath shudders out of me. I stand, but my knees wobble. The weight of what I’ve seen, of what I know now, slams into me with a force that nearly knocks me down. I try to take a step, to force myself to leave, but the floor tilts beneath me, and my legs give out.

I collapse against the wall. My back hits the cool surface, and then I’m sliding down, my hands gripping my arms as though I can hold myself together.

But I can’t.

The grief shatters inside me.

A ragged, keening sound rips from my throat, and then I’m sobbing, curling in on myself in the dark, empty house above the clouds. The weight of it is unbearable—the knowledge that Caleb was dying, alone and hopeless, and he never told me. That I could have gone my whole life not knowing, could have gone on believing his lies about “special training” while he’d been suffocating in the dark.

How could he keep this from me?

I press my forehead against my drawn-up knees, my body wracked with quiet, uncontrollable sobs. Time drags on, the lights outside shifting from twilight to full night, but I don’t move.

It’s only when the grief dulls enough to leave me hollow that I force myself to stand. My body feels too heavy, too weak, but I push myself forward on sheer instinct alone, wandering toward Caleb’s bedroom.

I don’t know why I go there. Maybe because it’s the closest thing I have to him right now.

The door creaks open, and the darkness inside is quiet. Safe. I step in, and the scent of him wraps around me—clean linen, faint hints of engine oil, the sharp note of wind after a storm. It’s enough to bring another wave of tears to my eyes.

I crawl into his side of the bed.

The sheets are cool, but the pillows still smell like him, and for a fleeting moment, it feels like he’s here, like I could roll over and find him beside me.

Did I ever truly know him? I thought we told each other everything back then. That the secrets we keep from each other now—the things we can’t say—were new, a product of the Fleet, of whatever he’s gotten himself wrapped up in.

But maybe Caleb has been keeping secrets from me all along.

The thought twists something deep in my chest, and before I can stop myself, fresh tears spill down my cheeks. I grip his pillow tightly, pressing my face against it, and cry myself into a restless, aching sleep.

The sudden clatter jolts me awake, so violently that for a moment, I lose all sense of where I am. My pulse thunders in my throat as I sit up, heart hammering against my ribs. Caleb shouldn’t be home this early. And thieves? Unlikely. This house is too remote, too secure, perched above the clouds where no one should even know it exists.

I slip out of bed, moving on pure instinct. I know exactly where Caleb hides a spare weapon—mounted beneath the bedframe, just within reach. My fingers brush the cool metal, locate the grip, and pull it free. It’s heavier than I expect, well-maintained. I check the magazine. Fully loaded.

With slow, measured steps, I make my way to the door. Each footfall is deliberate, making no sound as I scan the rooms on my way out. The house is dim, bathed in shifting light, but I stay in the shadows, gun raised, ready for—

Then, I reach the living room, and my breath falters. Caleb’s Fleet uniform is crumpled on the floor, discarded in a manner so uncharacteristic of him it immediately sets me on edge. My gaze flicks to the floor, and my stomach drops—bloodied footprints lead away, dark smudges staining the carpet.

Adrenaline surges, sharp and sudden. I scan the room. The pantry is open—no, it’s been moved, displaced, revealing a sleek, glossy panel I’ve never seen before. It’s ajar.

A hidden room.

I grip the gun tighter and move toward it, every step controlled despite the pounding in my chest.

The second I step inside, I freeze.

The room is dimly lit, the glow of multiple interfaces casting strange shadows across the walls. Machinery hums softly in the background, and the faint smell of antiseptic and burnt metal lingers in the air. It looks just like the hidden room in his office.

Caleb sits on a hospital-like gurney, shirtless, hunched slightly forward. His back is to me. He hasn’t noticed me yet. Blood streaks his skin, sluggish and dark, but that’s not what steals my breath away.

It’s his arm.

Where flesh and bone should be, there is instead a sleek, black metal limb, veins of red current slithering up and down it like living tendrils. Blue sparks flicker from damaged sections, sizzling against his skin.

I can’t move. I can’t breathe.

He reaches for a device beside him, plugging it into the prosthetic. A screen flickers to life, a digital interface blooming before him. His fingers tap the keys with stiff, pained motions, his jaw clenched.

I don’t even realize my grip on the gun has loosened until it slips from my fingers. It clatters loudly to the floor.

Caleb whirls around.

His eyes widen when he sees me. “Don’t come any closer.”

I don’t listen. Of course, I don’t.

I take quick, determined steps toward him, but my heart beats too loudly, too erratically. Fresh tears prick at the back of my eyes, a tightness in my throat that I can’t swallow down. My trembling hands hover over the cold, sleek surface of the metal arm, still so jarring to see it attached to him. Before I can touch it, though, his free hand catches my wrist, pulling it away gently but firmly.

“Will you ever listen to my orders?” He asks, his voice rough, but there’s something bitter in the words, a trace of half-hearted humour.

I shake my head, blinking back tears.

“I didn’t mean to hide it from you,” he says quietly, and for the first time, there’s something raw in his voice. “I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

My pulse pounds in my ears. I swallow hard, fighting to steady my breath, to keep my voice even. “Caleb, what happened?”

He leans back, wincing slightly, giving me that tired look I know so well. “Caught some trouble in the Deepspace Tunnel,” he mutters, as if it’s nothing more than a minor inconvenience—like he’s not bleeding all over the floor.

I stare at him, at the gruesome, fresh wounds across his chest, stomach, and back. They look like something had scraped him—like bullets had grazed him. His entire body is drenched in blood.

I bite my lip, struggling to suppress the panic rising within me. “I’ll be right back,” I murmur, turning on my heel and racing down the hall to grab his medkits.

I return moments later, antiseptic and bandages already in hand. I set everything down, not stopping to think—just acting, moving quickly, almost mechanically. My hands glide over his body with practiced ease as I try to focus on the task at hand. Focus. I need to focus on fixing him, or I’ll lose control.

But it’s hard not to glance back at that arm—the metal that feels so foreign, yet so undeniably a part of him now. Questions flood my mind. Is this part of the modifications the Fleet officers feared? The anger rises, sharp and cold, but I lock it down.

I apply antiseptic with more force than necessary, flinching at the small hiss of pain that escapes him when I clean a particularly deep wound. He doesn’t seem to care, though. I can’t tell if he’s in shock or if he’s simply learned to endure the pain.

The hum of the computer breaks my concentration. A soft chime signals that the repairs are complete. Caleb unhooks the wires from his arm, flexing the metal digits absently. The whole thing moves fluidly, almost too naturally, as if it were always meant to be there.

“Does it hurt?” I ask, my voice softer than I intended.

“No,” he replies, shaking his head lightly, almost trying to convince both of us. “Only when it’s being repaired.”

I don’t reply. I simply watch as his hands trace the prosthetic, running his fingers along the surface. Without thinking, I reach out, tracing my own fingers over the glassy obsidian metal, from his forearm down to his fingers. The smoothness feels too artificial. My touch lingers just a moment longer than it should. When I reach his hand, Caleb’s fingers close around mine.

The sadness in his eyes hits me like a punch to the gut.

“What is it?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, though I already know it’s something bad.

“I can’t feel you anymore, pip-squeak,” he says, and for a split second, I almost think he might cry. His voice cracks, and I see something break inside him. But he shakes his head, brushing it away.

His other hand rises, brushing against mine, as if trying to remind himself what my skin feels like—like he’s lost something he didn’t know he had until it was gone.

“Who did this to you, Caleb?” My voice breaks as the anger finally erupts, a tidal wave I can no longer hold back. I snap, my fists clenching at my sides. “Was it the fucking Fleet? I will kill them all!”

The words spill from me before I can stop them, a raw promise—one I’ll make good on if I ever discover they’re the ones responsible. I want to tear the universe apart for him. I want to hunt down every one of them and make them pay.

Caleb stares at me, his gaze unwavering, though there’s a flicker of something deeper in his eyes—something dark, heavy. He doesn’t speak right away, offering no comfort or reassurance, just staring back at me.

I want to scream. I want to punch something. But all I can do is stand there, trembling in the silence between us.

“I should ask why you’re here,” Caleb smirks, his voice rougher than usual, but there’s that familiar glint of mischief in his eyes. “But I have a feelin’ I’m not going to like the answer.”

The smirk doesn’t even register in my mind. My anger is still raw, an open wound that hasn’t even begun to heal. I stalk toward him—well, limp more like, since my ankle is still messed up—but I push through it. Every step brings a sharp throb of pain, but it’s nothing compared to what he’s enduring.

Without a second thought, I grab Caleb’s gun from where I’d dropped it earlier. It’s cold and heavy in my hand. When I wrap my fingers around it, the weight makes everything feel more real. The sight of it makes my pulse spike, my thoughts narrowing to one thing.

“Point me in the direction of who I have to kill, Caleb.” My voice is colder than I meant, almost detached. But it’s not a threat—it’s a promise. I don’t care who they are or why they did this. Whoever’s responsible is going to pay. They’re going to suffer for what they’ve done to him.

Caleb’s expression shifts just enough for me to see the faintest flicker of concern. He slowly, very slowly, reaches out, placing his good hand on the gun, attempting to ease it out of my grip.

“Don’t,” he says quietly, his voice strained. It’s not a command, not really. It’s a warning, a plea. I hear it in his voice.

His touch is gentle, but there’s no stopping me now.

“I’m not going to let them get away with this,” I snap, my grip tightening, a fierce purpose rising in my chest. Every part of me screams for vengeance, for justice—for him. I can’t just stand here, helpless, not after what I’ve seen. “You think they can hurt you and get away with it? Not on my watch.”

Caleb’s eyes darken, his lips pressed tightly together as his expression hardens. But there’s something in his gaze that stops me cold. It’s not fear—it’s something far deeper.

“Pip-squeak,” he says softly, his words like a balm to the fury burning inside me. But I don’t want to hear it. Not now. “I’ll handle this. I don’t need you to—”

I cut him off, jerking the gun away from him. “You don’t get to handle this alone, Caleb. Not this time.”

His eyes soften, just for a moment, but the weight of the situation presses down on both of us. His metal arm twitches occasionally, the artificial limb adjusting to his body. It’s wrong. It’s unnatural. And I won’t let him face this alone, no matter how hard he tries to push me away.

I take a deep breath, my chest tight. For a moment, we stand there, the air thick with tension. But I don’t lower the gun.

“I’ll make them all regret it, I swear.” I murmur, almost to myself.

Caleb doesn’t speak again. He just watches me, his eyes—haunted, full of secrets, weighed down with sorrow I can’t even begin to comprehend.

I turn on my heel, trying to walk away, to shake off the fire burning in my chest. But before I can take another step, I feel the press of his chest against my back, his arm wrapping around my shoulders, pulling me into him, halting me mid-step.

“Please, don’t do this,” he begs, his voice cracking in a way that tells me he isn’t just asking—he’s pleading. “Don’t put yourself in danger for me. It hurts more than anything else, pip-squeak. Please.”

His breath warms my ear, and his fingers tighten around my skin. The weight of his body against mine, the softness in his tone—it shatters me. I pull away, stumbling back, my chest heaving as I retreat into the living room. The tension in the room is suffocating, and panic rises in my throat. I scream—a raw, desperate sound, a mixture of frustration and fear.

Fear of what’s already been taken from him. Fear that I’ll lose him—piece by piece—until only a hollow shell of the person he once was remains.

And deeper still, there’s a gnawing dread I can’t escape: the fear of what I feel for him. It’s undeniable and impossible to ignore. I’ve tried to bury it, to convince myself it’s nothing, but it’s here now, exposed for what it is.

But Caleb isn’t Caleb anymore. The boy who cared for me, who cooked for me, who made me laugh and wiped away my tears—he’s gone. The man before me is a stranger, wearing his familiar face.

He still has those little quirks—the way his fingers run through his hair when he’s frustrated, the deep laugh that always made me feel at home—but the secrets, the lies, have changed him.

I should be angry with him. I should hate him for disappearing without a word, for returning as a Fleet colonel with that cold, calculating edge I never saw in him before. I should despise him for keeping me in the dark, for becoming someone I no longer fully recognize.

But I don’t.

I want him.

I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything. These feelings have always lingered beneath the surface, but now they’re undeniable.

And I’m terrified. Terrified of everything that’s changed, of the darkness I don’t understand, of the man he’s become. I’m scared of how little I know him now.

There’s a part of me that wishes I could shut these feelings off—pretend everything’s fine, pretend I’m fine, pretend I’m not in love with him. But I can’t. No matter how hard I try, the truth remains.

I want to be the one he turns to—the one who understands him better than anyone else, the one who’s always there, the one who offers comfort when the world feels too heavy. I want to be the keeper of his secrets, not the one left in the dark.

But I’m not sure I can be that person—not when the distance between us feels so vast, when the weight of his silence threatens to pull us further apart.

Still, when I look at him—really look at him—my heart stutters. Despite all the secrecy, all the distance, I can still see traces of the boy I once knew. He’s still there, buried beneath the layers of change. And that boy? He needs me.

And, as terrifying as it is, I realize now that maybe, just maybe, I need him too.

I want to feel his arms around me, to feel like I’m his—even if it’s only for a fleeting moment. I’m not sure I’m ready for the consequences. I’m not sure I can bear the weight of the truth that lies between us.

I take a breath, close my eyes for a moment, and then I go. It’s reckless. It’s impulsive. It’s everything I promised myself I wouldn’t do. But when I throw myself into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist, I don’t regret it.

“Hold me, Caleb,” I whisper into his skin, my voice trembling. Somehow, that simple phrase—those words—mean more to me than I ever thought they could. “Hold me tight and never let me go, okay?”

For a moment, surprise flickers in his eyes, as if he didn’t expect me to need him this way. But then his arms are around me—strong, steady—pulling me in closer. He presses his cheek to mine, and I shudder at the touch.

His arms tighten around me until I can hardly breathe, but it’s the best feeling I’ve ever known. It’s wrong, but it feels so right. For the first time in so long, I feel like we’re not slipping away from each other.

“I won’t let you go,” he murmurs into my hair, his voice thick with emotion. “I promise, Inara. I won’t ever let you go.”

I cling to him even tighter, the tears still falling freely. I don’t have the words for this. I don’t know what we are, what any of this means, but in his arms, I feel safe.

Chapter Masterlist I have a hate/love relationship with slow burns. I obviously want to get to the sexy parts before I bore everyone to death, but I also want it to feel like we had to work for it. 🤣 Take care of yourselves, everyone! 💞

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