[lawslvr]

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(contains nsfw, so MDNI)

ABOUT ME:

You can call me Erin, i’m 20yo and aro/acespec! I will use this blog to reblog fanfics, fanarts and yap occasionally about irrelevant stuff.

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(currently yapping more than anything cause I have nothing better to do)

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[calebsfavoriteusedthong]

Horny thoughts #12 (I think)

CW: P in V sex. Overstimulation. Squirting🔞MDNI🔞

This one is new and its a gift for my girl @seraphineash. 😘😘.

Pomegranate Masterlist

The first time you try to ride Sylus everything goes wrong. You were determined to get this right. To make him beg like he always made you do. But the moment you tried to ride him, reality set in—this wasn't like the videos you'd secretly watched. The angle was wrong, hitting places that made you hiss and clench your teeth. Your hips didn't know the rhythm, didn't know how to move, and every bounce felt like you were trying to impale yourself on him.

Then he laughed.

"Tired already, sweetie?" His voice dripped with mock concern that made your blood boil. You weren't tired—you were a hunter, for fuck's sake. You'd faced down Wanderers and survived. This shouldn't be so damn difficult.

But you didn't know what you didn't know, and every movement felt awkward, wrong. Your face must have been making that clear because he kept looking at you with those knowing crimson eyes and that infuriating smirk.

The nerve of him. The absolute nerve.

You wanted to prove him wrong. But your body wasn't cooperating, you were too tense, too focused on not hurting yourself, too caught up in the humiliation of not knowing what you were doing.

You couldt get it out of your head. You had to do this right. So what do you do? You watch every video, read every magazine article, practice with your toy until your thighs burned and your mind was full of possibilities.

But when you try again? Same mess. Wrong angle, wrong movements, wrong everything.

"You are doing good, Miss hunter, but apparently you still need some... instruction."

So he did what Sylus always did when you were too stubborn, too proud to ask for help. He took over.

He flipped you onto your back, positioned himself between your thighs, and fucked you properly. He didn't stop until you were boneless and passed out on his bed, too tired to even try again.

A whole week later, you think about it again. Again. But then something adds to the whole thing—this nagging insecurity about your body. About how you'd look naked and bouncing on him. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all. So you forget it and try to focus on other things. Anything to keep your mind off it.

Until that night.

When you both get home from a particularly grueling mission, exhausted and covered in grime. Sylus pours you both drinks—his way of celebrating surviving another day—and you find yourself sitting on his lap in his office, his hands on your waist, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs something about how good you look even when you're filthy.

The alcohol hits different when you're already tired. Makes your head fuzzy, your inhibitions lower. Makes you brave.

Before you can think better of it, you're straddling his lap, your hands on his shoulders, his mouth on your neck.

Something about his words, about the way he looks at you like you're the only thing that matters, about the liquid courage warming your veins—it all adds up.

You're not thinking about your body anymore. You're not thinking about anything except this.

You take off your shirt and your shoulders loosen, the tension melting away as cool air hits your bare skin. Your breath leaves in slow, willing sighs, and you notice how his hand has taken one of your wrists, thumb stroking the racing vein there. It feels like his mark, like he's claiming you even in this small way.

The skirt you're wearing bunches up when you widen your legs, you take his hand on your wrist and the other one in your hands and push them behind his chair.

"Use your evol."

He understands immediately, and you see his eyes widen for a second before that infuriating smirk shows itself again. "Are you...?"

"I'm sure. If you touch me, I'll stop."

He obeys—of course he does. But that stupid smirk is still there, even as you lower his zipper and let his cock spring free into your hand. Even when you wrap your hand around it and stroke it a few times, feeling the heat of him, the weight of him. Even when you pull your panties to the side with one hand and the other lines him up at your entrance.

Until you start to sink down. Slowly. Very slowly, and you watch as his expression shifts—lips parting, that smirk completely gone, replaced by something raw and hungry as he stares at his cock disappearing between your folds.

You notice it now, what the problem was. His hands were always too tense, gripping you like he was afraid he'd hurt you, making you as rigid and uncertain as he was. But now, when you finally start to move, when his cock slides in and out without hurting, opening you up to pleasure—finally it feels right.

He tries to move his hands—forgetting completely that they're bound by his own evol—and groans in response to your chuckle, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest.

"Such a cruel little thing," he breathes, eyes squeezing shut for just a moment before opening again to meet yours. "You're... you're enjoying this, aren't you? Is this what you wanted?"

His hips buck involuntarily, a small, desperate thrust that pushes deeper inside you.

The movement makes you moan, and on his next thrust you sink lower until your ass meets his skin, both of you throwing your heads back. The feeling of his cock hitting so deep is intoxicating, something that feels different from anything you've experienced before.

It's no secret to Sylus that you can only cum with clit stimulation, so his next words don't come as a surprise "Let me help you, it will feel so much better."

But you shake your head, a sharp denial that's more instinct than thought. Your hips keep moving, keep bouncing on him like you're a machine programmed to chase this feeling. The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room, mixing with your breathy moans.

You don't care that your breasts are bouncing right in front of his face, that he can see everything. You don't care about the rhythm you've fallen into, just the building pressure in your core, the way his cock hits so deep it feels like he's rearranging your insides.

Your vision starts to white out at the edges, pleasure building to an unbearable peak. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving marks, and you rock harder, faster, chasing that edge where pleasure becomes something else entirely.

You feel it the moment your clit brushes against the coarse hair on top of his cock—that weird, urgent pressure like you might actually pee if you don't stop and it makes you slow down. Before you can give up sgain his voice cracks through the haze: "Please don't stop, not now, sweetie keep going."

He sounds shattered. Broken. Needy. Like you own every piece of him.

Giving in to his plea you start again, but something shifts between you—this time since you started sleeping together, Sylus breaks first. The veins in his neck look strained, his groan so loud you actually worry the twins might hear it. But you keep going, taking him to overstimulation like he always does to you, and for the first time you understand why it drives him so wild to see you like this.

When you stick your fingers in his mouth to soak them in his saliva before bringing them down to your clit, his eyes go half-lidded with pleasure and pride. It only takes three circles around it before you cum—hard. Squirting all over his lap so much his eyes widen in surprise, the noises you make so raw and beautiful it almost makes him cum sgain.

"Fuck," he breathes, staring down at the mess between your bodies like he's never seen anything more perfect "Do it again"

[lawslvr]

YEEEEEEAAAAH LETS GOOOO BAILIN & LI YUN SEASON 2 NEXT MONTH!!!!!!!!!!!!

[haverdoodles]

oh? is this for me~? 🎀

— (rafayel)

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happy belated birthday to my beautiful wife

[cocoaxia]

ZAYNE HAS NASTY SEX!!!!! HE’S USED TO BEING PRECISE AND CLEAN-CUT IN HIS DAY TO DAY!!!!! HE TAKES OUT THE MORE PRIMAL AND UNRESTRAINED ENERGY ON YOU!!!!!! HE LIKES ROLEPLAY!!!!! MEDICAL EXAM ROLEPLAY!!!!!! HE LIKES PUSSY INSPECTION!!!!!! HE’S GOOD WITH HIS HANDS!!!!! HE LITERALLY HAS TO BE!!!! HE LIKES SQUIRTING!!!!! OF COURSE HE HAS A RAGING PISS KINK!!!!! OF COURSE IT’S MOST SERIOUS FOR HIM!!!!!!

[lawslvr]

pms is hitting like a bitch and now I must consume all of the calories in the world

[lawslvr]

girl fuck you

[stonedxia]

thinking about mc and caleb cuddling on the couch in the attic where caleb is the big spoon but then he’s super hard and grinding onto her ass while kissing down her neck, whisper-moaning ‘pip-squeak…” and she’s just quiet as a mouse bc josephine is downstairs and could come up at any second…

then his hand slips past her waistband, fingers immediately dipping into her wet pussy and circling her clit while shushing her.

“be quiet, don’t want grandma to find out how much of a slut you are for big brother, do we?” and she’s climaxing after that, his teeth nibbling at her earlobe. one of her shaky hands shoot down onto his to slow his movements because it’s ‘too much’, but he just chuckles gently into her mouth as they make out and keeps touching her sensitive cunny </3

bonus: he jizzes in his sweatpants, the stain soaking through the gray fabric!!

[snoozer-crow]

some headcanons for sylus's dragonlike tendencies i was thinking about (i might come back and edit this with more so i don't spam reblogs of it) 🐉

the first time he puts a piece of extravagant jewlery on you, one of two things happens (or maybe both things): 1. he gets a raging hard on 2. he gets the urge to be incredibly clingy. whether he acts on this urge depends on where you are and how close your relationship is.

when he's half asleep and not fully in his right mind, if you scratch at his scalp in just the right way, he'll start to purr quietly. his purr is deep and makes his chest vibrate in a way that feels nice against your cheek. this also happens if he's drunk enough.

after a long day, he lets out a big huff when he lays down in bed or sits on the couch for the first time.

part of the reason he tracks you so thoroughly with mephisto is because you're his greatest treasure, so it goes against his hoarding instincts to let you leave his 'hoard' (his home). he needs to keep an eye on you to make sure you return safely.

since you're his favorite treasure, he likes to admire you. whether you're awake or asleep, he enjoys staring at you for long periods of time, studying the small details of your appearance and seeing if he can find anything new. this isn't only a sexual thing! (though he does stare even more intently when you're wrapped in pleasure.) if you're focused on something else and he's by your side, sometimes he'll take your arm to examine it a bit closer and spin it around to get a good view of all angles, or hold your hand in his own and watch how your little joints move when he plays with your fingers. if you ask him about why he's staring so much, he'll often offer up something he learned in a thoughtful yet slightly smug tone. "You have a new mole here. On the back of your shoulder." (he's proud of himself for knowing you so thoroughly).

if he's displeased, sometimes he'll let out a low rumble. it's difficult to hear if you don't know to listen for it.

[lawslvr]

oh Caleb they could never make me hate u

[lawslvr]

Rafayel would be one of the types to ask "even me?" because he finds it unfair given YOU are to him what men are to you but he isn't fantasizing about killing all human women.

lol yeah i can see Rafayel asking “but even mee🙁?” with his pouty cute face, but the thing is that he gets why you’d say that, he knows exactly how other men are and I specially don’t see him doing this if u had like… just met yk?

But the thing is that irl man fucking suck and they’re not joking when they say stuff like that lmao, they do really get offended when you say that u hate men and it’s so fucking funny lol

[lawslvr]

every time I meet a new I guy I start to notice the stuff he does and how he treats me and then I ask myself if any of the Love and Deepspace guys would ever treat me like that, it is a very eye opening experience

[applefishing]

being in a poly relationship with each duo:

rafayel/caleb: you are PROTECTED and WATCHED. they get along annoyingly well and end up telling each other all their secrets, even the ones kept from you. they decide working together fully is in your best interest. feed into each other's yandere tendencies. lots of ribbons and blindfolds and manhandling when they fuck you. their shared cute aggression and inability to say no to you is your greatest weapon.

zayne/sylus: daddy duo. zayne is the strict one. you go to sylus when you want to go behind zayne's back to get your way. sometimes sylus betrays you and ties you to the bed posts and leaves you for zayne to find when he gets home. they both call you sweet girl, and when you are in public, they both have a hand on you somewhere at all times.

rafayel/zayne: work really well together when shit gets serious. teacher/student roleplay, often. they have very different worldviews and you are always trying to prompt philosophical discussions between them for your own entertainment. also work together well at night. rafayel holds you against his chest, entirely restrained, while zayne punishes you with his cock. very gentle thorough aftercare.

rafayel/sylus: they nearly kill each other a few times at the start. they are apparently accidents, but you have your doubts. especially when sylus calls raf kitten one day and gets a dagger in his shoulder as a consequence. they take you on exotic trips very often. you get fucked in each place. they keep track of these places on a map and challenge each other in various games to decide who gets to choose the next place to take you. they both love dressing you up all pretty, often in pink.

xavier/caleb: always competing for your attention. snarky. passive-aggressive jealous bickering. lock in together when you need protecting. no hand raised against you lives. every time caleb feeds you a perfectly cooked meal, xavier fucks you for desert to make sure he's keeping the balance. caleb banned him from the kitchen for your safety. xavier makes you call him gege sometimes just to piss him off.

xavier/zayne: you catch them in discussions sometimes that make your head spin. they respect each other a lot. zayne has an accident with his evol one night and needs distance from you, escaping out into the cold night. but before he can spiral into self-loathing, xavier follows him out and talks him out of it. he tells him he's the only one in the universe he trusts with your life.

rafayel/xavier: pure joy and fun with a side of murder. they don't get along at first. xavier doesn't like how involved you are with rafayel's revenge/rescue missions. but after insisting on coming along, he quickly gets on side. ends up completely dedicated to the cause, especially when he sees how it upsets you. you find them napping together sometimes, and rafayel calls xavier old and out of touch when he doesn't understand his art. you have baths together nearly every day, and at night they grab at you and tug you between them like two only children who've never had to share their favourite toy.

xavier/sylus: sylus scares children off as he stands at your side and xavier smiles from your other side and tells them he's not nearly as scary as he looks. sylus stirs up xavier's jealous tendencies on purpose just to fuck with him, and because he knows you like it. he'll sit you on his cock and ask who fills you better or challenge xavier to try and take what belongs to him. respect each other but bicker like they hate each other.

zayne/caleb: serious plotting and scheming. have the potential to take over planet earth. EVER is rubble in 4 business days. no matter how much you want to see them fight, they keep it out of your sight, even when you tease and incite jealousy as best you can. sometimes when you've been more trouble than usual, they punish you together for being a bad girl.

sylus/caleb: the most pampered spoiled princess known to mankind. wants for nothing. sleeps in between them every night and when one of them is gone the other cockwarms you to soothe you. potential for absolute evil to manifest between them as they feed into each other's all-consuming obsession and desire for you. have the potential to work together to destroy all life in the universe if it would make you just a little bit happier.

[lawslvr]

…didn’t know this was an achievement

[lawslvr]

being against ai “art” but using chatGPT… girl cmon just say ur a hypocrite, it’s fine to admit that

[whiskeyskin]

Safe Little Spoon

𓅂 The thought of Sylus being the stomach sleeping "little spoon", draped over MC 😌🤌💤

Sylus x gn!reader

Fluff, drabble, soft!sylus, cuddling, falling asleep, cute

800 words

Much love to @t-lostinworlds for this gif of our sweet dragon 😌💤

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You hear your front door bleep as the key is shown to the pad. Balancing precariously on the edge of sleep, you blink twice and frown.

Not overtly alarmed - you'd handed out a couple of keys to a few select people and anyone wanting to burgle you wouldn't bother with a key - you push up off the bed and listen for who it is.

Was it Xavi coming down for a movie and late night snacks?

No, the footsteps were heavier than his impressively light feet.

It couldn't be Caleb. He was still involved with the Fleet, despite all your blatant dislike for them and their dealings.

Besides, the gait was too long for him, as they came closer to your bedroom.

You smirked to yourself, the realisation brushing along your skin of who it was.

"Seems skulking around in the dark really is your specialty." you call out, voice a little drowsy.

A deep huff of amusement sounds from behind the door. Hung just ajar, Sylus pushes it open with ease. The air sucked out of the room, as soon as he stepped over the threshold.

"I hope you don't mind my dropping in, kitten. I was in the neighbourhood." his tone was tinged with a casual air that didn’t fit the dark figure currently brooding in your bedroom doorway.

"Of course not, come on in."

You couldn't see his face in the dimmed moonlight, but you could see he still had his suit jacket slung over his shoulders. The severe cut of his jawline and the column of his strong neck were highlighted by a shaft of light peering through the curtains.

He turned his face to the window and confidently stepped towards them in less than three long strides.

Your stomach flipped. How could something as simple as walking across a room fluster you like that?

Expertly voiding all light in the room, you're plunged into darkness, save for the faint electrical glow of your alarm clock and phone charger.

"That's better." There's a smirk in his voice, but you can sense a mote of exhaustion behind his words.

"Are you okay?" you ask, straightening up.

"A business deal went south. It's nothing to worry about, I'm fine." It's not brusque, but it's final.

You hear the rustle of him throwing his jacket off. Kicking off his house slippers. Steps getting closer. Taking off his rings. The clatter of them hitting your bedside cabinet.

You aimlessly reach out for him in the darkness and find the rolled up sleeve of his shirt, his strong forearm, his calloused hand. Pressing a gentle kisses on his fingers, palm and his inner wrist; once, twice.. three times.

You hear him exhale above you. He sounds tired.

Wordlessly, you pull him down to the bed. The soft creaks of your mattress groan at his weight, as you fumble for his face and lead him down to lay on you.

Wriggling to get comfortable, you both settle into the embrace; you on your back, legs hooked into his and him laying in your arms, head resting on your chest.

It was his favourite position to cuddle in and it was rapidly becoming yours too.

Familiarity and ease seeped into the edges of the hug and quickly found their way deeper.

Sylus eeked out a contented groan as his body melted into yours, "This is nice." his words were garbled by his lips being half stuck to your skin.

You exhaled a soft laugh of murmured agreement, beginning to draw illegible shapes on his back.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you venture, voice barely above a whisper.

He shakes his head against your jaw resting on the top of his head. You nod in surrender. His nose finds your pulse point; he inhales deeply and croaks a slow exhale from the back of his throat, his form softening completely in your arms.

"I'd much rather hear about your day, kitten." You can hear how tired he is. He probably hasn't slept.

You pull him tighter into your arms and press a kiss to his forehead, then bring your other hand his curl his short hair within your fingers.

Taking a deep breath, you begin to regale him about your day. Your unfulfilling breakfast, uninteresting commute, uninspired workday.. You were just finishing up a very well impersonated conversation with Tara, when you heard a soft snore coming from his throat.

You smile to yourself, still idly drawing on his muscular back. Blinking against the darkness, your eyes lightly stung as you closed them.

With a gentle smile on your face and the comforting weight of a lightly snoring crow, you fell into a easy slumber; dreaming of dragons and pipe organs, roses and red eyes, and the faithful promise to always find each other.​

𓅂

There's something about a tough guy that melts into a soft boi for only one person ☺️😴

Y'all fancy a rough boii? I got a Masterlist 👀🤭

[cocoaxia]

★ — down boy !

summary: in which you ask the lads boys if you can put a collar on them.

ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb

notes: MDNI / NSFW (obvi), xavier is down and confused, zayne is a delight, rafayel is weird (and mentions abo dynamics...yes i feel insane...no do not bring up the insanity...please), sylus is a little freak, caleb is a Big Freak. no explicit mentions of gender (!!!), allusions to/implied violence (briefly in sylus's), and obviously mentions of kinks/sexual content LOL. that's it (i think)

p.s. this is based on a req hehe. i hope you like it (even if just a little bit ^^)

a/n: this was actually so fucking fun to make i like making them weird freaks please i love leaving my full time job to come home and talk about 3D game characters barking for you...do not mention this...ty for reading (- -)(_ _)

© cocoaxia