seabreeze

20 PFP - @wifechu

[zoeybaby]

☾ — domestic moments.

notes. my tablet doesn't have the space for the game anymore so this is how i'm coping </3 uhmm this originally wasn't gonna have any nsfw bc i rarely write smut but i was heavily influenced by southbound by artemas so. so. yeah. i hope you guys like it. yeah.

premise. little domestic moments with you and your husband.

includes. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, and caleb.

warnings. afab!reader, established marriage, very short but very sweet, not proofread, nsfw under cut, mdni. disgusting amount of fluff i had to stop writing this every few words because i would start giggling. / nsfw warnings: cunnilingus (x), cockwarming (z), thigh riding (r), missionary (s), fingering (c).

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XAVIER — adores doing anything he can with you, but he finds he enjoys cooking with you the most. it doesn't matter what you're cooking. it could be something simple, something extravagant, even just baking some cookies. as long as it's with you, he wants to do it.

"Xavier—" You tsk, smacking his hand when he tries to snatch a freshly baked cookie off the plate they were cooling on. You had friends coming over for game night, and you had the wonderful idea to bake some cookies to snack on while you guys played whatever game would be chosen tonight.

Your husband had been more than happy to help, though that help mostly consisted of him trying to eat what you were making. He tried eating the cookie dough, and now he was trying to eat the cookies.

He has the audacity to pout, his hands dropping to your waist and pulling you closer, his forehead resting on your shoulder, "Just one. Please?" He mumbles, lips brushing against the fabric of your shirt. Xavier is well aware that you have a hard time saying no to him when he asks so nicely, and he never hesitates to use that to his advantage.

You stare at him, frowning. There's this really long beat of silence before you groan, grabbing a cookie from the plate and breaking it in half, "Fine. One cookie." You grumble, holding out one half of the cookie for him while keeping the other half for himself. Xavier smiles as he takes a bite from the cookie. Maybe he'll push his luck, and try to get another one.

ZAYNE — adores sleeping in with you on his days off. it's a rarity, which makes it all the more special when he gets to just turn off his alarm and fall back asleep with you in his arms. there's not a thing that could drag him out of bed on days like this.

The sun bleeds through the curtains, painting the room in that afternoon glow. You can hear your phone buzzing on the nightstand, a small sound coming from you as you blindly reach for it, wincing a bit when the bright light hits your eyes. One of your friends had sent a text, inviting you out to lunch.

You could hear Zayne groan a bit behind you, his arm draped over your waist and his face buried in your neck, "Don't go." He murmurs, pressing himself impossibly closer to you. Your limbs were tangled with his, and you're honestly not sure where he ends and you begin.

Huffing out a soft laugh, you set your phone down next to your pillow and roll over in his arms to meet his sleepy gaze. As much as you would love to spend time with your friend, you couldn't leave your husband. Not when he didn't want you leaving his side.

"'m not goin' anywhere," You reply, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. He hums a bit, kissing you back before pulling the covers over the two of you, keeping you nice and warm.

RAFAYEL — adores capturing the little moments with you, immortalizing them with a camera. it doesn't matter what you're doing, he's going to pull his phone out and snap an endless amount of pictures until you're a giggling mess and pushing his phone away to kiss him.

It'd been such a slow day for Rafayel when you finally decided to drop by the studio. He couldn't think of anything to paint, let alone sketch, and he just wanted lounge with you while some cheesy soap opera played on the TV. You were more than willing to oblige the man, head resting on his lap as you scrolled through your phone.

Rafayel's attention certainly wasn't focused on the show playing, instead looking down at you. You looked breathtaking. You always did, but today, you were somehow more ethereal than he remembers you being. It has him reaching for his phone before he can stop himself, ignoring the annoyed sound you make when he accidentally jostles you.

When he finally gets his phone and pulls the camera up to take a picture, you're looking up at him from where your head rested on his thigh, and he swears you're trying to kill him. Your brow quirks when he whines about how unfair you're being, rolling your eyes a bit at his dramatics.

You don't even give the man a chance to take a picture before you're gently knocking his phone to the side so you can sit up and straddle his lap, pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth, "The real deal is better than a photo, y'know," You murmur, and Rafayel just makes a vague sound as he presses his lips against yours.

SYLUS — adores reciting the vows he made to you whenever he gets the chance. never in full, just one line here and there. it's unbelievably romantic, and catches you off guard whenever he speaks the words aloud.

Music fills the air as Sylus lays in bed with you by his side. You're flipping through a book, and he's scrolling through his phone. A typical late night for the two of you, and the simplicity of it makes his heart swell in ways he never thought to be possible before meeting you.

You were restless. It's evident in the way you keep glancing his way, your book completely forgotten in your hands as you watched him. He had to act like he wasn't aware of your stare, but he couldn't stop a small smile forming. Barely noticeable, just the corners of his mouth twitching upwards a bit.

This goes on for what feels like an eternity, though it's just a few moments before you're poking at his side, "I want attention." You state, your words getting a small hum from him. Sylus had considered teasing you, but he can't lie; he wanted to drown you in his attention.

Setting his phone aside, he looks at you. You're still as breathtaking as you the day he first met you, and he finds himself yearning for you even though you're right next to him. He sighs, already moving so that he's above you, one hand resting against the headboard of the bed to keep himself balanced, "You'll never want for anything," He softly replies as he dips down to kiss you. You meet him halfway.

CALEB — adores calling you cheesy pet names until you're rolling your eyes and punching his shoulder. he's not sure when this started, he just wants to see what names get the best reaction out of you. he can't help it, you look adorable when you're all flustered.

"How about... babycakes?" Caleb asks, his chin propped up on his palm, sitting on the bed as his gaze follows you as you get ready for your weekend date, watching the way your face scrunches up a bit as you try to figure out what shirt to wear.

He'd been doing this for ten minutes now, listing off whatever random affectionate names pop into his mind. You'd yet to approve of any of them, but Caleb was a stubborn man, and he was determined to find something you'd like.

You face your husband with a sigh, "If I say yes, will you help me pick out an outfit?" You asks, crossing your arms. Caleb hums, squinting just a bit like he was genuinely considering your words before he smiles and shakes his head.

You tsk, "It was horrible. Try again." You say, turning your back on him to dig through the closet a bit more. It's not long before Caleb is behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you back against him. You have to bite back a smile when he mumbles out an apology, though you're quick to roll your eyes and turn around to pinch his shoulder when he calls you his 'little cutie patootie'.

NSFW UNDER CUT.

⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ XAVIER had indeed pushed his luck, and it paid out. You sat on the counter, your shorts discarded on the ground and your panties pushed to the side. He eats you out like a man dying of hunger, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit just so he can hear you moan. Your hands are buried in his hair, tugging at the strands in a desperate attempt to pull him closer as you grind yourself against his tongue.

He's looking up at you the entire time, watching the way your face screws up as he edges you closer and closer to the release your body was begging for at this point. He denies you that release, stopping just before you can tip over the edge, which as a broken sob tearing through your throat as he peppers your thighs with soft kisses until he's sure you've calmed down enough to start again.

You end up having to call your friends to cancel game night, which totally wasn't his plan this entire time. He's happy with this outcome, though, because that means he gets you (and an entire plate of freshly baked cookies) all to himself <3

⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ ZAYNE exhales, fingers digging into the skin of your hips to keep you from squirming. He could hear your soft pants, the occasional moan slipping from your lips whenever he'd shift. Another reason why he adored sleeping in with you is because he got to have you like this; his cock buried in your warmth. He's as close as he can get to you, and he just wants to stay like this forever.

Your hips twitch, and he lets out a soft groan before nipping at your neck, a silent way of telling you to be still. You'd think that Zayne would use his day off to fuck you into the mattress, but no. No, he never does. He just craves being close to you, and this is the best possible way to achieve that proximity he longs for.

You're not sure how long you stay like this, but you're desperate for any kind of friction. You try really hard to stay still, you really do, but you can't stop yourself from minutely rolling your hips, which has Zayne's head dropping against your shoulder as soft pants fan across your skin. He's clearly barely holding himself together as well, and it doesn't take long before he finally gives you what you want.

⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ RAFAYEL has his camera pointed at you, looking at your expression through the screen. Your hands were braced on his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt as you grind down on his thigh, whimpering at the friction rubbing against your clothed clit. Your lips were parted, soft pants coming from you as you stare at Rafayel through the camera.

His dick twitches in his jeans as he snaps a picture, immediately pulling the photo up to stare at it like it were some masterpiece. It was, to him. He could never paint anything like this, could never capture the pure need in your eyes. Not on a canvas, no. And it was addicting, knowing that he's the reason you're like this. He's the one you're looking at.

A particularly needy whine from you has him dropping his phone somewhere on the couch, his hands shooting down to grasp your thighs, guiding you to grind harder as his lips meet your jawline, going between kisses and nips as pleas for more tumble from your mouth. And really, who is Rafayel to deny you?

⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ SYLUS's gaze pierces through you, one hand holding your chin so you'll meet his gaze while the other rests next to your head on the pillow to keep himself up as he slowly thrusts into you, drinking in every reaction he can, from the way your eyes flutter to the way your lips part in a silent moan.

You clench around his length with each thrust, your hands fisting the sheets of the bed as your legs wrap around his waist, trying to draw him in deeper. You choke out his name, and his hips stutter, head dropping down so he can press open-mouthed kisses against your neck.

Each thrust, each kiss, is accompanied by his voice, repeating the vows he had read to you at your wedding. His hand reaches out blindly until he finds your own, bringing it to his lips as he presses kiss after kiss against the ring resting on your finger. The pure love, the devotion in his gaze as he stares down at you is just too much, and you cry as you're pushed over the edge.

⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺ CALEB licks his lips as he stares up at you. In an attempt to apologize for pestering you with god-awful pet names, you'd ended up in his lap. He had two fingers working you, pumping in and out of your core while his thumb rubbed slow circles against your clit.

You met each thrust, grinding down on his fingers like they were the only thing that could possibly bring you the pleasure you were craving, one of your hands gripping his wrist just to bring him closer, to take his fingers deeper. The date you two had planned was completely forgotten now.

He watches, utterly enraptured, as you come undone on his fingers. He damn near cums in his sweatpants from the sounds you make, and you stare at him as you catch your breath. It's quiet for a moment, but he's quick to break it, "What about shnookums?" He asks, only to yelp when you pinch his cheek, grumbling about how he was ruining the moment before you lean in to kiss him.

[evolvinglittlebird]

My Love and Deepspace holy trinity, aka the Tail Trio.

[whateveritisisfine]

Rafayel x yandere!MC, I think it's light, but still.. yandere warning 😳

“We need to talk.”

“About what?” You lift your eyes to Rafayel, casually reaching for a glass to pour yourself some water.

He doesn't answer right away. He stands a few feet away by the doorway of the kitchen, his arms crossed over his chest. There is none of his usual playfulness, just a heavy, suffocating silence.

“…You have been busy,” he says quietly.

“Hm.” You offer a small innocent shrug. “You know how it is with my job. Hunter duties don't exactly leave a lot of free time.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Oh?” You take a sip of water and turn towards him, arching your eyebrow to show that he has your interest.

“I have a hit list,” he says, his voice low with a terrifying calm. You can feel the restrained anger beneath it. A sharp dark tone he almost never uses on you.

“You do?” You tilt your head, a faint, unbothered smile touching your lips as you put down your glass of water. “Tell me more.”

“It appears I don't need to tell you anything at all,” he steps closer. There is a dangerous focus in his eyes. “The list has been rapidly cleared over the last few months. Target by target. Quietly… and efficiently.”

“Hmm.” You track his movement, keeping your posture relaxed. “How strange.”

“There is no trace left behind.” Rafayel continues, stopping right in front of you. He leans in, placing a hand on the kitchen counter on either side of you, trapping you against it. “But I did manage to find one common thread linking to every single one…”

“You—”

“—Me.”

Both of your voices overlap in the quiet room.

You smile up at his intense and dark expression, entirely unfazed by the threat radiating off him. “Jinx.”

Rafayel closes his eyes for a fraction of a second, letting out a harsh strained breath. When he opens them again, the anger cracks, revealing the raw, agonizing frustration underneath.

“…Why?” he whispers, his knuckles turning white against the marble counter. “Why would you do that?”

You look up at him, your smile soft and lovely.

“You are an artist, Rafayel,” you reach up to rest your hand over his clenching jaw. “...Blood on your hands doesn't suit you.”

His breath hitches at your touch, his gaze trembling slightly as he leans into your palm despite himself.

“…Neither does it suit you,” he murmurs, his voice cracking with a fierce and helpless pain.

You pause, the heaviness of his words hanging between you for a heartbeat. But you don't back down. Your fingers gently caress his cheek before slipping down to rest over his heart, feeling it beating against your hand.

“You are asking the wrong question, Rafayel.”

He stares down at you, caught in the trap of your devoted gaze.

“The right question is… what am I willing to do for you?” You lean in slightly, whispering, as if sharing a secret, your voice dripping with a slow molasses sweetness. “And the answer is… a lot.”

----- masterlist

[galaconic]

Gardener - Made a post abt this earlier and Im actually too hoeny for ts. I think Im ovulating and bleeding at the same time so I hate everyone and I just want my boyfriends. Sorry for the TMI I think..I lowkey fell asleep while writing this but as promised, its here!

Summary! Rafayel took your offer to collab with him on a stream, and now you'd prefer to feel all of him.

TWS/Kinks - Cam boy! Raf, Cam girl! Reader, those toys that connect to each other so you can feel what the other person is doing, mutual masturbation, praise (both receiving), chat is watching, begging, orgasm control (? Dk if that's what its called)

| Off Camera |

This wasn't what you expected.

Two weeks ago, you were scrolling through your feed.

Two weeks ago, you came across this video of a man undressing himself before the screen blurred and text showed up, something about checking out his streams.

Two weeks ago, you watched a stream and felt your cunt throbbing his username in morse code.

Two weeks ago, you jokingly texted him to collab with you and he responded.

A week ago, you were ordering a sex toy that "allowed you to feel the real thing". Of course you hadn't trusted it, but the man said he sponsored the company.

Three days ago, the toy came in with a note and a bottle of lube. You stared at the bottle, unamused, but the note caught your attention.

"It's custom, cutie. One of a kind, just for you.

— Rafayel ♡"

And now today was the day.

You prepared for stream as you normally would've — making sure the cameras were charged, putting on mascara to try and look your best, and lastly, wearing the white lingerie that got you the most praise from fans.

Finally, you sat in front of your computer with your headphones, staring into the camera before starting stream.

"Good evening everyone!" You waved both your hands, smiling brightly. "I know I've been a little avoidant, but that's because I was preparing something really special." You leaned in closer to the camera, and soon messages began to blow up in chat.

D1TitLicker: Is this the collab stream?

SoulSuxker: Ouh shii

Bunnyboi: U look beautiful

iloveknots: im so wet rn.

"He already told you guys?" The messages made you giggle, but one stuck out in particular.

artisticstrokes: cutie, lemme innnnnn i wanna show my toy too

You nearly choked, eyes darting to the box on your desk before you moved your mouse. You invited him to join you and he joined in less than a second.

You stared at the screen as his figure appeared on stream, he was so comfortable. He leaned back in his chair, legs spread and showing off everything between them, holding a fleshlight that was already wet with lubricant. You took a slow, deep inhale, trying to control yourself and what you were going to say.

He noticed immediately, a smile spreading across his face, "You can just say what you're thinking cutie, I mean look at where we are?" He leaned into the camera, poking it with his finger before pulling back.

Okay, he had a point.

"That's.." you sighed, "different."

"How so? Or are you embarrassed?" He put the fleshlight in his lap, right atop the length between his legs. "Don't you want to open my gift?" He pouted, and the chat was spamming once more

Dih360: HE GOT U SOMETHING??

intimateinks: lucky bitch

ISuckManTitsHitMyLine: Can we see too!!!!

Mychi: ouh thats so cool

User81791043275271920: can yall hurry so I can nuh

Your hands trembled, but you reached down towards the box on your desk. It was in perfect view of the camera. You cleared your throat before opening in, showing off a silicone dildo that looked..

You looked back up at the camera, eyes wide. "Is this—"

"It's exactly what you think it is." He reached up, zooming in the camera so you could get a better look at his length.

You blinked slowly, "Custom.." Your face began to heat up. You averted your gaze, pulling the dildo out of it's box slowly, and cleared your throat. "Your twitching." You said, eyes locked with his cock.

"No duh, I have this gorgeous woman on camera who has an exact copy of my dick in her hand." He leaned back into his seat, zooming out once more so you could see his face. His cheeks were already turning a pretty pink, pupils dilated and dark. "You should start preparing yourself for me, cutie."

You followed his words immediately, your free hand dropping between your legs and rubbing at your clit through your clothes. You struggled, but put down the dildo to change the camera, switching it to another angle. Your panties were perfectly in frame, legs spread so everyone could see you.

He leaned in, watching the way your white panties went transparent as your slick spread through the fabric. "Good girl..." you could hear the smile in his voice, "keep your legs open for me, my muse.."

The whimpers left your mouth before you could stop them, the sounds of your cunt squelching and moans were clear through the mic and the chat was blowing up again.

Heatseason: gosh shes so fucking hot

mydicklookslikeagnome: she followdd his orders so fast??

ValkoHumpsMe: WHAT did I come across. Not complaining.

You could barely pay attention to the messages, laughing a little despite the fact everyone on the live could see your pussy.

Your finger picked up pace, rubbing your clit in circles to ease the ache that — "Rafayel.." had caused. His name fell from your lips like a curse and a blessing all at once, and you could see his hand massaging his thigh.

"I can't..I gotta put it in." You gasped, moving your hand away from the sensitive skin. You quickly pulled down your panties and reached for the dildo, desperation in all your movements.

Rafayel was reaching for the fleshlight once more, "Whaaat? But you barely prepared." He teased, a smirk spreading across his face. He lined up the toy with his cock, pressing it against his tip. He used his free hand to open his phone and suddenly the dildo in your hands was twitching at the same rhythm that his cock was.

You were stunned, but you couldn't be focused on the fact that it worked for too long, your pussy needed attention. You pressed the silicone tip against your clit, letting out a loud moan as your body yearned to ease that desire.

"L-let me.." You whispered, fingers trembling as you changed the camera angle again.

Rafayel could see everything.

"Let me put it in please.."

You looked so cute.

The way your eyes watered, how your face was heating up, how your lips parted in anticipation.

"Cutie.." He tilted his head, "you want it that bad? S'needy aren't you?" He was teasing you, coaxing you into begging for him and you did it almost immediately.

You pressed the tip against your slit, "Please please please please please please, Rafayel lemme fuck myself stupid on this thing..."

He couldn't believe you were so worked up over a few minutes of rubbing your clit, you were insatiable, but he wouldn't let you get away with it so easily.

"You can beg better than that, can't you baby?" He cooed, his hips pulled back and moved forth, barely pushing the tip of his dick inside the fleshlight.

You whimpered but followed through, "Please, Rafayel, I'd been waiting on this for weeks..been watching all your str-streams for so long n'trying not to cum, please master, I need it.."

"More."

"Raf, please let me cum on you..w—wanna squirt all over this perfect thing.."

His words became breathy, "Give me more.."

"I need it now! I need it so bad its the closest thing I can get to the real you and I j—just.." You sighed, your thighs twitching, "I want you so bad, master."

He gave in the moment the last word left your lips, pushing inside the fleshlight and giving you permission to fill yourself with the toy. You immediately went to work, folding yourself in half so the tip could reach deep inside you. Your knees pressed against your chest, which gave your viewers the perfect view of your pussy. You were soaking, and it allowed you to go as fast as you wanted. You couldn't pay attention to the chat as Rafayel's moans filled your ears.

"S'tight, cutie.." He said it like he could feel you squeezing him— wait, could he feel you squeezing him?

Its not like it mattered, your brain was focused on churning your own insides. "M'such a big fan Raffie, need you more this s—stupid..stupid thing! N–no cameras..jus'us!!" You shuddered when you felt the toy pulsate, clearly praise was one of his weaknesses. "N-need that big meaty dick inside me.."

"Can't jus'say things like that, baby.." He groaned, hips bucking into the fleshlight at the same pace you were moving your wrist to get off. "Tryna get me to cum so soon.." He said fhat like he wasn't about to blow his load any second now.

"You're so cute, fucking love that face you're making." You were looking right into the camera now, locking eyes with a certain someone. He took this as an opportunity to tease you more, "Heard you, cutie. You want my dick, then you'll get it." Your cunt was squeezing him through the fleshlight, it was like he could feel your gummy walls pulling him in deeper. "Feels s'fucking warm in this pussy." He bucked his hips harder, faster.

You cried out, stuffing your face against your calf. The contact was enough to ground you for a moment, enough to allow you to say something that'd help you regain your composure. "Again..I—I wanna do this again!" Your free hand held your thighs up, nails digging into the skin and leaving marks that'd show up in the next few hours.

"S'cute and greedy.." The noises that left Rafayel's mouth sounded a lot calmer than you did. You felt like you were being fucked stupid, which is what you asked for. "We're not even done here, cutie.." although your words had some effect on him, you could feel the twitching rhythm of his cock becoming more frequent.

You whined in response, a familiar heat beginning to pool in your abdomen, a tightness following after it. Your eyes widened as you realized what it was, and just how quick you'd fall over the brink. You locked eyes with Rafayel through the screen, "M-Master please lemme cum..please—" you panted, "c-come on, I've been good right? Right?"

He pretended to think for a moment, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "Mmmm..have you? Begged so nicely to let you cum, pretty girl." He arched his back, pressing his hips further into the fleshlight. He hissed, eyes squeezing shut as his own orgasm neared, "You look so fucking beautiful all fucked out...wanna see it for real.."

You would've been shocked if you two weren't fucking each other over the phone, on a live at that. The chat was practically screaming, donations coming through so much but you couldn't even process the names of the people who sent them. Murmured and fucked up "thank you"'s made drool spill down your chin. You looked up at the man on your screen right now, gasping his name like he could save you from your own desires.

"I want you." He said it so easily, like 3 simple words couldn't make you explode all over your room. "No— I–I need you." He said with a small, broken laugh, "You need me right? You neeeeed to cum right now?" His yearning switched up so fast, but so did you. You were nodding so fast it could practicallly give you a concussion.

"Please Raf, please lemme cum all over this ridiculous, s—stupid- fake—"

"Cum, cutie."

You didn't even need to finish your sentence anymore. A cry of his name fell from your lips and you arched your back, cumming all over the replica of his cock. You squirted, as promised, the spray violent enough to land on your desk and somewhat on the camera. You didn't move to clean it up yet, not when your orgasm had triggered his own.

"T-Thats my girl..!" He gasped, his free hand gripping the arm rest of his chair. Rafayel's hips were stuttering, cum leaking of out the stretched toy and dripping down his dick. His whimpers filled your ears, and when he came down from his high, you laughed.

"That was fun." You sighed, blinking slowly like you were trying to regain consciousness of your identity.

"No..no kidding." He still sounded tired, mentally trying to catch up with where he was too.

You turned your attention towards the chat, a few messages popping up that caught your attention.

Bunnyboi: [sent 200 dollas] wish that was me

TiredOfThisShit: RAFAYEL. GET BACK TO WORK.

TiredOfThisShit: YOU ALWAYS DO THIS.

RaspberryTrickster: Oooooo..someone's in trouble

Rafayel seemed to notice them too, he stared at the camera in shock before quickly leaving the live. He moved like a kid who got caught doing something they weren't supposed to.

artisticstrokes: illllll see you later cutie

artisticstrokes: my manager is tweaking

artisticstrokes: annnnnnnnnd hes yelling at me 💔

You giggled, settling down with your chat as you cleaned up. You soon ended stream, getting up to go shower and calm down some more when a notification popped up on your phone. You picked up the glowing screen and nearly choked.

"meet me here, cutie. then we can really have fun, without the cameras ok?"

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TAGS - @blueberrytrickster

[blueberrytrickster]

Come See Me In My Office (Blurb; LADS)

NSFW, 18+ MDNI

Description: You and Rafayel are both professors. Tensions rise and a sexual relationship develops.

WC: 1.4k

BEEN thinking about Prof Raf for a while now, however this idea received a new element bc of my LOVELY MOOTIE @galaconic's idea. BLESS YOU QUEEN. (TW: voyeurism/exhibitionism kinda??? i mean yeah lol)

Wish I could've wrote this using a name "Ms. Last Name" style but alas, for the x reader grind, I just went with "Miss"! Enjoy! I'VE NEVER WRITTEN RAF BEAR WITH ME!!! I KNOW THIS IS SECOND PLACE ON THE POLL BUT SNOWAPPLE IS COOKING TRUST!!!

- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)

This was months—and months—in the making. An endless tease…an endless flirtation…

“Miss, when are you going to stop by for a lecture?”

Passing you in the hall, “Can I stop by your class later?”

“So, Miss, when are you gonna let me paint you, hm?”

Leaning in close to you in one of the faculty offices, whispering, “You look cute today, Miss.”

All of which happened, over and over, long before you finally found yourselves stumbling into his office, ripping each other’s clothes off to explore every single inch of one another’s bodies.

Sat on his desk completely bare with your legs spread, “We r-really shouldn’t be doing t-this—ngh—s-shit.”

“Hm, why cutie?” His lips land on your inner thigh, his index and middle finger slowly pushing into your entrance, “It’s not like you’re my student or I’m yours...”

“Y-yeah, but—” you whine when his fingers are inside you completely, a slight curl upward, “oh m-my god…”

“But, what?” He starts to pump his fingers in and out, delicate and smooth, “Shh, you’re so pretty—being so good for me.”

You gasp, your fingers coiling around the edge of his desk for support, “And i-if we—nngh—get caught?”

He brings his mouth straight to your dripping cunt, hovering directly over your clit while his fingers continue to work you, “We won’t. Promise.”

All of those “little” comments—and lingering, burning gazes—built up over months, with the added coffee or pastry brought to you before your class started, left you here.

***

Why you ever agreed to this was absolutely beyond your comprehension. He was persuasive, very persuasive—to say the least. He promised he wouldn’t actually use it. However, even you weren’t naive to that particular glint in his eyes that you let you know he was lying. That lie excited you—so you agreed.

In recent weeks, you spent way too many mornings rushing out from his house to get to work on time. But this morning… This morning, after he made you cum numerous times, he then got down onto his knees, pushing a small oval-shaped vibrator into your already spent and leaking cunt.

“Raf—h-hurry up—I’m gonna be late—I-I—” He slows his pace, leaving teasing kisses along your slit until the toy is buried inside you completely.

“But…you’re just sooo pretty. Gonna be good for me today, hm? Don’t wanna make me use this—” he picks up the small remote by his side, “do you?”

You bite your bottom lip hard, peering down at him and shaking your head no. After using his other hand to spread your slit with his fingers to get a good look, he looks back up at you, “Oh? No, you’re not gonna be good for me? Or no, you wanna make me use this, hm?”

“No—n-no. I’ll be good, I swear. P-please, don’t use i-it.” Holding your slit spread with his fingers, his tongue grazes over your exposed clit and you whine loudly, still so sensitive from before.

He groans, licking you once more, “God, but you’re just so perfect. It’ll be sooo hard not to. I can see it now…”

You moan, a tremble already returning to your thighs, “R-Raf—”

He practically bats his lashes at you, cooing, “What about right now, hm? Before you go…”

“I c-can’t—we already—I’m g-gonna be—” with a simple click from his thumb on the remote, the toy starts vibrating, your walls immediately twitching and clenching around it at the feel of its subtle vibration, “Nngh!”

“So…pretty…” He drops the remote, both of his hands immediately gripping your thighs and holding you apart so he can suck on your clit.

He was sure to make you cum at least once more before you left—that much, came easy…literally.

Whether the toy was on or not, you were soaked all fucking day, your panties sticking and clinging to you as you squeezed your thighs together, which only prompted you to frequently recollect this morning. The fact that is was there, waiting under the threat of being used, made your cunt clench around it, over…and over. All. Day.

***

Toward the tail end of your last lecture for the day, your face falls mid-sentence at the feeling of a low vibration deep inside your cunt. That. Fucking. Asshole.

After struggling your way through your last few reminders, staying as calm as you are able, “Class— …dismissed!” With only a few brow raises around the room, when your students start shuffling out, you immediately sit down, trying to focus all of your attention on your desktop—hoping and praying there are no end-of-class questions. By the grace of all that is good, you receive none.

Once everyone is gone, Rafayel does a slow clap as he walks in, “Bravo, bravo, cutie.”

You snap your head toward the sound of his voice, your hands gripping the edge of your desk, “Y-you—!”

He tsks, walking closer to you, “Ah, ah. I mean what I said. You did a very good job.” 

With his left hand in his pocket, the closer he gets the vibration only gets stronger, “Mm—ngh—s-stop—holy s-shit—the d-door is still—”

He raises his brows, the pace of the vibration stabilizing—for now, “Open? Mhm. You should stay quiet, then.”

You whine, trying your very hardest to keep your voice down, “Rafayel—!”

He places his free hand on the edge of your desk, smirking down at you in your chair, “That’s Professor to you, Miss.”

You scowl at him, but your face can’t hold the expression long as your lips part and your burrows furrow, “We’re both—gah—mmmph—you asshole—ngh!”

His voice is a coo, drinking in each twitch of your expression, “So gorgeous…” When you let a quiet moan slip, he cocks a brow at you, “Are you gonna cum at your desk, hm?”

“P-please—h-holy fuck—” You tilt back into your chair, trying to squeeze your legs together to no avail.

Leaning in toward you, his right hand on your desk and his left still in his pocket, his look is beyond devious, “So naughty, what if someone were to walk in, huh?”

“Y-you—”

The vibration gets stronger, again, “Shh, be a good girl and keep your voice down.” He grins when your eyes close as you bite your bottom lip, “That’s it…”

Your eyes snap back open, “Raf!” You lean forward and snatch the end of his tie, drawing his face toward yours in desperation.

He tsks again, shaking his head, “Quiet. You can do it, cutie. You did so well while teaching your class. You can handle it, hm?” While staring down at your lips, “Now, the whole room is empty—just us.”

Quickly losing your ability to fight it for much longer, you gaze back at his own lips—his smirk—visualizing the look of him this morning, “F-fuck—nngh—”

His lips inch toward yours, “Mmhm, good gi—”

At the end of the room by the door, a voice breaks the tension and immediately makes you come back down to earth and silences Rafayel, “Miss? Oh—!” You instantly let go of his tie and he stands up straight, cocking his head back and to the side as you both look over.

“U-um—” thankfully, from his hand in his pocket, the device clicks off, “s-sorry, he was—”

He interrupts you, standing up straighter and using his teacherly tone, “Helping her navigate some documents on her desktop. Did you need something?”

“O-oh, um, I was just going to ask Miss when the study guide would be posted.”

“This weekend! Mhm, probably Fri—” he glances at you, his eyes widening slightly—he is taking you out this Friday, “Saturday. On Saturday.”

The student smiles, “Great, thanks! See you next week!”

“Of course, see you then.” You let out the deepest sigh when they turn around to leave.

As soon as the student steps out completely, you snatch his tie and draw him straight back down to your face. After an initial eyebrow raise, he grins, “Go close. That. Fucking. Door.”

“Yes, Miss,” he pulls his tie out from your grasp with his right hand, turning away and walking toward the door, “whatever you say.” From within his pocket once again, the device turns back on.

“Y-you—!” He closes the door all right, but only with him on the other side of it. You eek out a whine, “Raf!”

“Oh my god—” You know he’s staying at least relatively close by, the connection from device to remote not that strong. “That f-fucking—mmmph—nngh!”

You press your forehead down against the edge of your desk, gasping and squirming in your seat. You nearly shriek when you feel the vibration get just one notch stronger from the place it last left off. “O-oh—fuck—I’m gonna kill—nngh!” You squeeze your thighs together and bite your palm, mewling into your hand as you cum violently.

Just as you’re panting, still a hefty tremble in your thighs, your phone vibrates from a text message.

Rafayel: cum see me in my office cutie

This man was pure—tortuous and sexy—evil.

[cal-bearss]

My Rafayel Photocard Fanart 💜🧜‍♂️

[ellarksworld]

Image taken from Pinterest. Inspired by The Odyssey Movie of Odysseus & The Siren scene. Proof by Ro, @hakurakurohime & @calebsfavoriteusedthong 💜✨

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

Tags: NSFW, MDNI, AU - pirates and siren, emotional smut, desperation, scars (his fingers), years of pining, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v, he falls first, obsessive, devoted, death (not raf / reader), love at first sight? romance (2.5K)

Pairing: PirateCaptain!Rafayel x Siren!Reader

Note: I got blacked out in the middle. Finally armed with keyboard and extra hour by sacrificing sleep. Also with my usual habit of adding and deleting after so many rereads. Please forgive my delusional writings. I hope it doesn’t flop 🥹✨

The fog was thick and cold against the rocks. You watched as the man dragged himself onto the wet shore.

You remembered him. You had seen him twice before.

The first time—years ago, when he was younger, sharper, and dangerously naive—his massive vessel had slipped through the mist. His crew had looked terrified, whispering tales that didn't stray far from truth. But he had stood on the deck, smiling with the full confidence of a man drunk on his own legend. He had sealed his ears with wax, shouting his name across the water—Rafayel is not afraid of a siren’s lament!—his voice carried by the sudden wind that parted the magical haze, grinning, certain that he would not be taken.

You were astonished. Centuries had passed, and no ship had ever escaped your kind’s magic. Curious, you raised your head from the eroded rocks and locked eyes with him—a brief, silent moment that shifted the stars and the tides. His gaze never left yours until the ship vanished into the grey horizon. It was the first time a vessel escaped the mist unscathed. Something odd—a strange, restless fluttering—woke inside your stomach. It was the start of something you couldn't quite comprehend.

The second time was pure chaos. The familiar ship once again cut through the misty bay. It was the exact predicament your sisters had warned you about: when a siren’s song is defied, there is nothing left to protect your kind. Beautiful things in the hands of men were always coveted, fought over, and ultimately shattered in the struggle to possess them.

While your sisters vacated the island in a hurry and dove into the dark deep, you stayed seated on the rocks, still singing. You were young and proud too, after all, unwilling to yield your territory without a fight. You wouldn't back down, ready to claw at their throats even if it was the last thing you ever did.

You sang louder, unraveling a terror that tore through the men who hadn't packed enough wax into their ears. Shouts of panic clashed in the air before the sickening splashes of bodies hitting the sea echoed across the bay. Dozens drowned, yet the ship pushed relentlessly forward.

Beneath the crashing waves, one scream never stopped. It was raw, aching, and full of unyielding longing. You saw him thrashing against the thick ropes binding him to the mast, fighting the wood and his own crew just to throw himself into your waters. Above all, his eyes—reflecting the vividly shifting hue of twilight—remained lucid and unclouded, unlike others ensnared by your voice, murky and dead.

And now, for the third time, your home was disturbed.

You heard the unnatural sloshing of water, followed by a soft thud against the wet sand. Raising yourself from the bedrock, you prepared your claws to strike. But there was no ship. No crew. Only Rafayel. His ship had taken a detour, he had rowed a small boat until the waves drowned it, swimming the rest of the way.

When he finally collapsed near your resting place, his clothes heavy and soaked, he looked older than the first time you had seen him. But those amethyst eyes were sharp and present. Just like before.

"Are you here to kill me?" You offered a mocking smile, humming another tune—a lethal song kept away in your ancestral memory.

"Kill you?" Rafayel scoffed, a theatrical, almost bitter little laugh that barely hid his frayed edges. You were amazed he could even speak under the weight of the song. "How could I?"

His eyes told better stories than his words: gentle, pained, as if wounded by your accusation, yet overflowing with affection. As his hand reached out, you expected him to drive a blade through your chest. Instead, he bowed his head, his warm breath grazing the skin of your foot before pressing his lips against it in absolute reverence.

When he looked up at you through his wet lashes, entirely at your mercy, you felt something fundamentally shift inside.

"I’m staying here with you."

"Stay? Hah—" You breathed a melodic laugh, shaking your head slowly. "I see you’re still as naive as you were all those years ago. You shouldn't have come," you whispered, your voice trembling as you took in his exhausted state. The strange emotion in your own voice disturbed you.

You drew your foot back, sliding against the slick bedrock, your heart giving an unfamiliar throb. "Men who come here don't leave. Just like them." You gestured toward the sun-bleached bones reduced to white gravel on the shore, and the rotting timber of ancient ships.

"Sirens require the seed of men to sustain our lineage, but none left alive once they served their purpose," you warned. "Turn back while you can."

Rafayel didn't retreat. He shifted, crawling onto the rock beside you, his trembling hands gently brushing the wet hair from your face. "Do you know what pulled me?" His voice was a murmur.

"The song?" He shook his head slowly. "No... it’s you. I just stopped fighting your voice."

You laughed at his oblivious words, certain he was in denial, deep under your spell. You raised your hand to his face, and he immediately leaned into your palm, closing his eyes with a shuddering sigh.

"That first time my ship passed this island... I plugged my ears with wax. I played it safe," he murmured. "I couldn't hear your voice, but I saw you through the mist. And just looking at you was enough to ruin me."

He let out a weak, sad laugh, opening his eyes to look at you with longing—something far too profound, completely defying his infamous pride.

"I have taken gold, ships, and lives. I always took what I wanted like it was my birthright," he confessed, his thumb tracing your jaw. The heat of his skin against your cold cheek sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes tracked your every movement, less like he was studying you and more like he was unraveling your soul. "But I never had anything stolen from me. Not until you stole my soul."

He pulled you against his chest, his erratic heartbeat hammering against your ribs. "After that day, no matter where my ship sailed, it no longer felt right. I was already lost."

"My destination has always been here." His hands reached down, gripping your wrists tightly—not enough to hurt, but as if he were terrified you would slip away. "Nothing could change my mind. Eventually, my crew had to let me go."

Rafayel pulled your arm, guiding your weight against him. He parted the wet hair from your shoulder, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his shoulders shaking slightly. Then, with careful devotion, he cradled your back and head to shield you from the jagged stone, guiding you flat against the smooth rock.

"The second time we sailed past… they pleaded for their captain not to get taken. But I never plugged my ears that time. I had to hear you. I didn’t try to block the melody out—I let it in. My crew saw it happening.” His voice cracked, the memory tearing at him. "They had to tie me up to save the ship. On that mast... I kept screaming. I screamed until my throat bled, unable to reach you."

As his fingers wrapped tighter around your waist, a searing heat shot straight through your veins. For a creature born of the freezing depths, his touch was a grounding fire. Your eyes fell to his hands. His fingertips wre heavily scarred, the skin rough, the nails ruined. You gently brushed your thumb over those mangled marks, a heavy ache blossoming in your chest at the sight of what he had endured.

Rafayel noticed your gaze and let out a soft, reckless laugh. "A small price to pay, as long as I get to you."

A tear fell from his eye onto your skin. He looked heartbroken, yet profoundly relieved to finally hold you.

"After we sailed away... I was still breathing, but my spirit remained behind," he confessed, resting his forehead heavily against yours. "I was tied to that mast, begging to come back to the island behind the mist... to you. The ones who survived asked me about your voice. What makes a siren’s song so magically dreadful."

“And what did you tell them?”

"I told them," he whispered, looking into your eyes with an intensity that felt like drowning, "how you sing of everything I want to be... and worst of all, everything that I already have, but lost. A mirror of my own wreckage, dressed up as a paradise. I told them if you listen, you will choose the dream over the breath in your lungs."

Rafayel's lips hovered over your face, the warmth radiating tk your skin. "But even before then... I had already chosen you over my breath."

His words sank into you like a heavy stone. For a creature born of unforgiving tides, his devotion felt almost violent—a sudden, blinding thaw in a life spent in the dark.

Rafayel shifted closer, his hand splaying over your back to cradle you securely. His eyes burned with a hunger that eclipsed the dying sun. He traced the line of your collarbone with his lips before murmuring against your cold skin:

"You already own every breath in my lungs... let me show you what it feels like when a dying man finally touches the shore he bled for."

He closed the distance, capturing your lips in a kiss that tasted of seawater and unyielding love. You had spent a lifetime luring men to the depths, but the moment his mouth claimed yours with such possessive warmth, you felt like the one drowning. Your hands tangled in his soaked coat as he drank you in.

The twilight air hung heavy and still, broken only by the rhythmic lapping of the ocean and the ragged breaths escaping your lips. Against his skin, you began to hum—that ancient, lethal thread meant to drag men to their graves. But under Rafayel’s touch, it shifted. It was no longer a siren’s lure; it was a hymn of union between a soul who had finally found his harbor, and a monster who never thought she would be loved.

Rafayel pulled back just an inch, his voice a low vibration. "Sing for me again."

As the deadly song resumed, soft and aching, he lowered his head to worship you. He tasted the salt on your skin, his tongue tracing the swell of your breast with a reverence that made you arch blindly into him. As he took your peak into his mouth, a sharp shiver ran down your spine. His mouth was a furnace against your cold skin, the wet, rhythmic pull of his lips sending a heavy, pooling warmth straight to your core.

You tried to keep singing, to pour the curse over him—but he didn't shatter. He didn’t lose his mind. Instead, the deeper you sang, the more firmly he anchored himself to you, his thick, heavy length pressing against your thigh, growing harder, more desperate with every note.

"See?" he breathed against your collarbone, his voice rich with quiet triumph as his hands tangled your bodies together. "Sing all you want... I am still here. Lucid. Yours."

His hands slid lower, finding you wet, slick, and aching to be filled. When his fingers entered your cunt, a needy whimper tore from his own throat—the sound of a man completely undone.

He shifted between your thighs, the dance of his tongue against you a desperate confession. The song died on your lips, the ancient melody fracturing apart, replaced by uncontained gasps. You couldn't sing anymore. You couldn't think. Your fingers dug into the wet sand beside the rock as an overwhelming wave of pleasure threatened to pull you under.

Every stroke of his hand unraveled you, making you writhe helplessly against his touch. He drank in your breathless gasps and sharp cries until they mingled with the crashing waves.

When you reached down, your fingers tangling in his damp hair to pull him closer, Rafayel broke. A softly wrecked sound left his throat. He pulled himself up, his eyes glassy, his chest heaving as he hovered over you.

As the twilight deepened into a bruised purple, he drove himself inside you in one heavy stroke.

You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as he filled you completely. The friction was instant and electric—like an anchor dropping, pinning your soul permanently to his. The breath left his lungs in a shuddering gasp. He began to pound into you, his hips snapping against yours with a primal rhythm—a beautiful reclamation.

"I'm home," he sobbed into your neck, his thrusts turning frantic.

"Rafayel..." you gasped, his name finally spilling from your lips.

He froze, his amethyst eyes wide. "You remember my name?"

A choked sound tore from his chest as he lost the last of his restraint. He began to bury himself deeper, harder, his cock slick with the mix of seawater and your own arousal. In the quiet dark, under the fading stars, every thrust was a plea, every kiss a promise. He ravaged you, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force, anchoring himself to the only thing in the world that mattered.

"I spent years screaming on that mast," he growled, his voice a broken rasp. His hands gripped your hips like a drowning man holding his final lifeline. “I’m finally free.”

Rafayel kissed the sensitive skin of your neck, his body trembling as the friction built to a glorious peak, making you cry out his name once more into the night.

"And now... I’m never letting you go," he vowed, his voice a raw rasp against your skin, his pace turning frantic and breathless. "Not after I tasted heaven under your skin. Never."

The tension in your core finally snapped, a blinding wave of release crashing through you. You arched into him, your walls clenching around his length, milking him as you reached your peak. Rafayel felt your walls throbbing and let out a groan, his face flush as he crashed his lips on you, body going rigid as he drove his cock into you one final time, burying himself to the hilt before he spilled his seed deep inside your cunt.

He collapsed against your chest, both of you violently trembling, breathless and completely spent.

The ocean kept crashing against the rocks. He was a man who had reached his true destination, and as you wrapped your arms around his back, holding him tight in the fading light, you knew you had stolen his soul forever—just as he had stolen yours.

[rafayearning4eternity]

YOU WANT A GOOD BOY THAT DOES BAD THINGS? (TO YOU) NSFW!!!

Some of kinks Rafayel definitely has (as someone who consumes unhealthy amounts of Rafa content daily)

Nsfw content up ahead. If you're a minor please do NOT interact.

BREEDING KINK

Rafayel absolutely adores the idea of filling you up with his cum. During lovemaking he makes sure to push extra in to make sure that his seed ends up extra deep, he gets desperate and whiny if you try to get him off of you when he's just trying to keep you plugged with his essence. You're his beloved bride, his chosen one. You'll help him repopulate lemuria riiiiiiight? Nevertheless don't forget to snap him out of it before he gets too lost in the sauce

PRAISE KINK

Rafayel is in no way insecure or jealous, with that being said, he adores your praise. Call him a good boy or a pretty boy and he'll be putty in your hands. Even when he's the one in charge, if you lean in and whisper praises in his ear about how good he's being, you might get him to cum right then and there. You're very important to him so your approval gets him going like NOTHING else. FACE SITTING

Rafayel really loves eating you out but he absolutely ADORES doing so when you're sitting on his face. He thinks it's adorable when you're shy and are afraid of suffocating him. You look sooooo pretty above him, your hips quivering while you try not to put your whole weight on his face, your slick pussy taunting him, right out of his reach. He has waited for you life times but even his patience has limits, his hands sneak up, grabbing your hips and pushing you down on his eager mouth, he would make sure to eat everything you gave him, in the meantime ignoring his pleasure. Take off his pants and give him a hand wouldn't ya? BODYWORSHIP

Unsurprisinly Rafayel really really loves showing you how much he loves you, whether it is in everyday life or during intimacy. He lays you down on his huge bed, while he places kisses all around your body, your beautiful lips that give him so much joy when you smile, that tiny dimple in your cheek, your chest- specifically where he feels your heartbeat, steady, there- scars you long forgot about but he never forgets, stretch marks on your tummy and your thighs that look like waves of the most ethereal waters. Each kiss comes with a sweet compliment. He doesn't go fast, no. He takes his time with you, no matter how needy you get or squirm. And by the time he finally sinks in you- slowly, letting you feel the veins of his cock- while he feels the way you wrap around him, your face contorted in drunken pleasure. He lets your gummy walls get used to him before he starts moving, your legs around his waist, his head on your shoulder, his face too displayed deep pleasure, his hands gently fondling your breasts. By the end of it he makes sure you went to heaven and back.

second divider credits go to @pixopix

A/N: Second post... this has been in the making for a few days because i procrastinated a lot.... Lmk what you think of this! i am still figuring out stuff with tumblr and how it works so if i mistake its nothing okay? okay.

[choerrysjubiles]

Honey, Saltwater, and Champagne

pairing: rafayel x fem!reader

warning: smut! tipsy sex, unprotected sex, brief mentions of rafayel’s myths, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, multiple rounds, rafayel lays eggs in you

wc: 1k

a/n: this is based around one of nixscriptum’s july prompts!

White sand beaches, crystal clear water, private property for just the two of you. You’d been blessed by both your Sea God as well as your boyfriend for a vacation as perfect as this.

As the sun set, you and Rafayel were sat on the beach, a picnic blanket laid out with a basket of champagne, fruits, and other snacks.

“Is this beach to your liking?”

You felt him peck the corner of your mouth.

“Of course, but every beach you take me to has been better than the last.”

With half the bottle empty, you and Rafayel slowly turned into giggling fools, sneaking kissing as the alcohol slowly crept up on each other.

“I wanted this one to be special because Ebb day is coming.”

His lips trailed from your cheek down your neck.

“Rafayel,”

His lips felt hot as they kissed your skin, warming you up even after being in the sun all day. You turned your head, colliding your lips with his as you slowly fell back onto the blanket.

Pulling away, Rafayel moved the basket out of the way and shifted his attention back to you. Kissing you even deeper as your fingers laced through his hair. His hips pressed against yours, your legs wrapping around his waist as he hovered over you.

Pulling away for breath, “Was this some big scheme, Rafayel?”

He continued kissing your neck and along your shoulder, peppering little nips between kisses.

“Maybe.”

You giggled,

“I wouldn’t want to spend Ebb day with strangers staring at my bride.”

He continued kissing your skin, moving towards your neck and breathing in your perfume.

“So sweet, if you’re driving me crazy like this imagine if anyone else was here?”

Rafayel’s hands moved down, holding onto your hips as his lips found yours. His tongue pushing into your mouth as your hips lifted and ground against his.

His hands felt hot, burning even, as his grip moved to your waist.

Rafayel could feel the tiny blue scales form on his skin, decorating his cheekbones and neck. Little gem-like scales blooming across his body as your hands move along his shoulders and back of his head.

Kissing down to the tops of your breasts, Rafayel undoes your top, lips latching onto your nipple as you fall against the blanket. Soft moans and mewls escaping you as he tweaks your nipples. Switching to the other, his fingers trail downwards and pull at your bottoms.

Lips leaving your breasts, his mouth kisses downwards until he meets the soft patch of hair above your folds. Settling your legs above his shoulders, Rafayel’s tongue pressed against your folds and drank up the honey that drooled out of you.

His head pushed further into your thighs, not wanting a centimeter of space between him and your pussy. Your head pushed into the blanket, feeling the sand shift around you, as your legs twitched the more Rafayel ate you out. His tongue flicked your clit and pushed as far as it could into your entrance, making your thighs squeeze around his head.

Hips rolling against his face, you felt overwhelmed by the pleasure. Moans spilling out of you as two of his fingers pushed into you. Your fingers pulled on Rafayel’s hair, hearing the wet noises coming from your folds before you felt that knot tighten and burst inside you.

Deep gasps of air as your hips rolled, his fingers giving you some last, slow thrusts as you rode out your high.

Pulling out of you, “Still here with me?”

You nodded, “Yes,”

“Still have energy for more?”

“I do,”

Rafayel pulled his shorts down, pulling your hips a little closer before rubbing his length between your folds. Your sensitive clit was catching the head of his dick with every roll, lubricating his length before pushing into you.

“Ah,”

You felt the perfect stretch of him inside you. He fit so perfectly, just thick enough, just long enough. You knew you were tied together, for a long time, but it amazed you how perfectly you both fit.

Rafayel waited until your walls calmed down, rubbing your thigh he waited. As your walls stopped clenching and spasming, Rafayel gently thrusted in and out of you. Slow and careful strokes as you both grew used to the sensation.

Your hands grabbed at his wrists, already on the verge of your orgasm.

“Good?”

“It’s so good.”

Every thrust made your head spin, a blossom of pleasure erupting inside you as he moved in and out, circling your clit, moaning above you. Rafayel’s hips began stuttering before they pressed flushed against you, rocking the both of you as he came.

His fingers continues rubbing your clit, bringing you closer to the edge as small eggs began spilling into your pussy. Feeling the tiny eggs fill you up, the sensation brought you over the edge and your walls clenching around Rafayel. Crashing waves and strained moans were the only sounds on this sunset.

Pulling out, Rafayel took an extra moment to watch the stray eggs slip out of your folds. Catching his breath he pulled his shorts up, collecting your things before scooping you into his arms and walking back to your villa. You relaxed against his arms, your head continued spinning, still coming down from your high.

The next thing you knew you were sat on the shower bench, warm water cascading down as Rafayel began cleaning you off.

Washed up and dried, you and Rafayel laid in bed, cuddled up together as your eyes fought to stay open.

“You don’t have to force yourself to be awake, cutie.”

“Yeah but I don’t wanna say goodnight, yet.”

Pulling you even closer, Rafayel pressed kisses to your cheeks, purposefully missing your lips.

“Don’t be mean,” you complain.

“Sorry, cutie, I just love how soft your cheeks are.”

You held onto his cheeks and pressed a kiss to his lips, holding him there before pecking more kisses to his lips. You could feel Rafayel relax against the bed, feeling nothing less than bliss as your movements slowed from tiredness.

Rafayel felt your hands relax as you fell asleep, moving them down as he tucked you into bed.

[pashtelleart]

Hot summer nights

[rafayelspet]

Hi! I hope you're having a good day 💕. Mine, on the other hand, isn't—I just had my wisdom teeth pulled and it hurts TERRIBLY. How would the LI's take care of us? It makes me laugh to imagine the faces they'd make if they saw how wisdom teeth are pulled; honestly, it was a pretty shocking sight, even though I didn't feel a thing.

wisdom teeth removal

here ya go :) a bit late sorry lol but i hope you fully recovered and that all went well !

tags : zayne , caleb , sylus , xavier , rafayel x reader (separate) , fluff , just the sweet lads taking good care of us , modern AU

zayne

you already know how the dentist is literally one of zayne's enemies. just a simple teeth cleaning is torture for zayne, so he doesn't even want to know the details of how wisdom teeth are removed lol

his main priority is to soothe your pain and remind you of how infections can easily develop. he'll take the extra step to cook for you, all liquid / soft foods for a while (and don't worry, whatever zayne cooks are filled with good nutrients)

i do believe that he'll use this opportunity to tease you a little bit about how he can freely eat cold sweets, like ice cream, cake, pastries ... he isn't exactly rubbing it in your face, but kind of lol

in all honestly, i do think that zayne will be a bit more concerned and worried out of all the lads, as he knows just how painful the treatment and recovery can be for a while

will absolutely be down to clean the bleeding in your mouth. blood doesn't disgust him anyway, it's part of his job as doctor

caleb

similar to zayne, will not hesitate to cook soft and liquid food for you. he'll even insist that you stop all kinds of activity / movements, because it can increase pain (he's just exaggerating so he can dote on you even more)

will take videos of you if you are under anesthesia lol even if you aren't, he's filming you. will tease you about how you look like a cute hamster, your cheeks are puffed up

every time you ask him for something, he's imitating back your voice in a baby tone, just to annoy you lol

all joking aside, caleb will always make sure that you are ok. he'll do whatever you ask, so take advantage of him (please do, it might make him happier than you)

sylus

i sincerely believe that sylus would try to convince you and the dentist to remove one wisdom teeth at a time (if it is multiple) lol he can't stand seeing you in pain and would absolutely try to avoid too much procedure

he'll be a lot more irritated at the dentists staff (unfortunately) than you'd think ; in his mind, if you are under too much pain, then it means that the dentist did not do a proper job (that's not how it works though, sylus ...)

y'all better believe that sylus isn't letting you off his lap until you fully recover. i believe that internally, he's panicking more than zayne lol he won't let his worry show (to not burden you) but his actions are rooted deep in concern for your health. he'll say something along the line of : if you walk kitten, it can aggravate the pain. there is no need to be strong right now, just rest and let me take care of you sweetie

sylus is like those helicopter pet owners, you know ? their pet is injured and the owner is already grieving lol

xavier

the calmest one out of all the lads lol not because he is nonchalant (we all know he really is far from it) but because he feels kind of ... helpless ?

xavier doesn't want to voice it out, but he genuinely doesn't really have a clue on how to help you. he'll watch videos about the procedure of wisdom teeth removals, the recovery process, the risks of infections, people posting about their own journey, etc ... but still, at the end, everyone is different on what their own recovery journey looks like

definitely the quiet type, rather than trying to make jokes (like caleb) or lecture you (like zayne). xavier can be quite ... intense, when he gets into his calm and quiet role lol

it's like he's staring dead at you, just waiting for you to tell him what you need. it's like he is dissociating from stress lol obviously, even if he isn't too knowledgeable about this, you can still expect xavier to take good care of you

warm blankets, hot and warm foods ready at all times, painkillers, ice pack to help with the swelling, house chores all done

he'll also insist that you sleep on top of him, so that it can help with ''swelling and bleeding'' (totally unrelated, but can you deny him with his cute puppy eyes?)

you can always forget about leaving xavier's line of sight. he'll contain his own need to run a strict program, but don't test his patience. if his own stress and concern overrides his self-restraint, he'll actually become quite dominant and strict / mean (daddy xavier)

rafayel

sincerely believes that it's a dumb procedure and thinks the dentist is just trying to scam people for more money lol

will absolutely crash out if the staff are not giving you the proper queen treatment. rafayel is the type to go on their website and leave a nasty comment (if he deems their behavior unprofessional lol)

while rafayel might be loud and dramatic, he actually is very good at taking care of people. more than what others think

he won't actively voice it out, but concern is rooted deep in his brain and he can't rest properly until he sees you resting

he'll nag and complain about the entire situation (not you, never you), but things are done and you are taken care of. he's very similar to zayne when it comes to taking care of you : clinical, dependable, efficient and strict

he'll pretend to be disgusted at the sight of blood, but will absolutely crash out if you dare change your own gauze, or try to eat by yourself. he'll insist on spoon feeding you

[cocoaxia]

★ — cheater cheater !

summary: in which you tell the lads boys (who are your controversially close bffs) that you were cheated on.

ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb & valko

notes: all of the guys are lovely and want you…that’s kinda the whole thing i fear. no explicit mentions of gender (!!!), mentions of cheating (obvi), perhaps minor indications of violence…but that’s it (i think).

p.s. i cannot stop making xavier use the sun emoji so like sorry but also not rlly that much bc it’s too fucking funny to me

a/n: should i make this one a series let me know…hehe…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)

© cocoaxia

[nanaqinli]

⋆˚꩜｡❤︎ need a break?

sum. pranking the lads men by telling then you need space/a break from this relationship.

notes. based on a suggestion from a lovely anon, so thank you!! again not very proud of this one (i was half asleep making it idfk how i thought of this) anyway, no warnings, slight hurt to comfort bcs of the prank!!

[leviathanroze]

My Stalker Calls Himself My Husband

Summary: The first person to tell me I had a husband wasn't him. It was a stranger. The problem is... I've never met the man everyone insists is my husband

The first time I heard I had a husband, it didn’t come from him.

I’d just slogged through another ten-hour shift and stopped at the grocery store for frozen pizza, coffee, and the promise of eight uninterrupted hours of sleep. When the cashier scanned my last item, she smiled and said, “Your husband is so thoughtful.” 

I froze. “Excuse me?” 

She handed me my bags. “He already paid for everything.” 

My smile vanished. “I’m…sorry?” 

She nodded toward the entrance. “That silver-haired gentleman said you’d argue if he offered.” 

My stomach knotted. “I think you’ve got the wrong person.” 

“But he knew your name,” she insisted. “He even called you sweetheart.” 

The bags slipped from my fingers and thudded onto the counter. “What?” 

She blanched. “He told me, ‘Tell my wife to drive home safely.’” 

Every hair on my arms prickled. “I’m not married.” 

She swallowed hard, eyes wide. “Oh… I—I thought—” 

I turned to the glass doors. Storm clouds overhead churned as rain hammered the parking lot. Shoppers hurried to cars under the harsh glow of streetlights. But there was no silver-haired stranger, no shadow watching me. Just empty asphalt and wind-blown trash. 

When I looked back, the cashier kept apologizing. I forced a tight smile and lied, “It must be a misunderstanding.” I wanted to believe it. 

That night, I wondered if I was losing my mind—until I saw him. 

I’d just locked my windows when a movement across the street caught my eye. Beneath the only working streetlight, a man stood perfectly still as rain sluiced off his shoulders. He didn’t check his phone or glance around. He was staring right at my window. Tall, broad-shouldered, utterly motionless. A chill slithered down my spine as I reached for the curtains. When I blinked again, he was gone. 

Morning logic told me I’d dreamed it: the grocery store faux pas, the streetlamp figure—just exhaustion and stress doing tricks on me. By the time I came home from work that day, I almost believed it. 

But the moment I opened my apartment door, I knew someone had been inside. My bookshelf—every novel was now sorted from tallest to shortest. I’d never arranged them. The blanket I’d tossed over the couch was folded neatly. Even the coffee mug I’d forgotten in the sink was washed, dried, and put away. Everything was in place, spotless, untouched by dust. Whoever had come through my home hadn’t taken a thing. 

I called the police. Two officers combed every corner—closets, windows, fire escape—found no sign of forced entry and no fingerprints beyond mine. “No security footage of anyone entering,” the younger officer reported. “It’s like no one was here.” 

I trembled. “That can’t be.” 

The senior officer offered a kind smile. “Stress can do odd things to memory.” 

They left. I was alone again. 

Later that night, exactly at 9:13 p.m., three slow, deliberate knocks echoed through the apartment. Knock. Knock. Knock. I peered through the peephole. No one. When I opened the door, a black gift box tied with a crimson ribbon lay on the welcome mat. I stared at it five full minutes before carrying it inside. 

Inside the box were white lilies, dark chocolate, a silver bracelet, my favorite tea, and a bottle of perfume—the exact expensive scent I’d tried on two weeks ago before setting it back on the shelf. Beneath the gifts lay an envelope in elegant, looping script: 

You looked disappointed when you put the perfume back.  You deserve nice things.  Love, your husband. 

My heart sank. A smaller line, as if added later, read: 

You really should stop skipping lunch. 

I dropped the note. No one knew I’d been skipping lunch except me. I flung the flowers, chocolate, bracelet, tea, and perfume into the dumpster behind the building. Then I locked every door, barred every window, and slept with all the lights on. 

Just after midnight, my phone rang. “Unknown Number.” I stared until it stopped. Then it rang again. I answered on a shaky breath. 

“Hello?” 

Silence—only a slow, steady breath, the whisper of someone listening. 

“Who is this?” I demanded. 

Nothing. I hung up. The line went dead. Sleep found me after three a.m., but it felt like only moments later when I woke to the familiar, bone-deep certainty a child knows: someone was watching me. I opened my eyes and saw a figure at the foot of my bed—tall, silent, unmoving. Terror pinned me under the covers as the figure tilted its head. Then it took a single step backward into the darkness and vanished. All that remained was the faint trace of expensive cologne. 

Morning brought no comfort. I resigned from my job, ended my lease, bought a burner phone, deleted every social account, closed my bank cards, and moved eight hundred miles away. New city, new apartment, new furniture, new routine—I even cut my hair. For three blissful weeks, nothing happened. No calls, no gifts, no silhouettes under streetlights. I laughed again and began sleeping with the lights off. 

Then one afternoon at a café near my new office, the barista beamed as she handed me a coffee. “Oh! Your husband already picked up your latte.” 

My hand went limp. “My what?” 

“The silver-haired gentleman,” she said, nodding toward the window. “He just left.” 

My blood froze. Outside, the sidewalk was empty. I raced home, double- and triple-locking every door, scouring every room. It was spotless—just as before. 

That night, my phone buzzed with an Unknown Number. I blocked it. Five seconds later—another. Block. Again and again until thirty-seven numbers lit my screen. Then silence. Relief flooded me, and I crawled into bed…until I heard it: a floorboard creaking in the living room, then slow, deliberate footsteps moving toward my bedroom door. 

Heart hammering, I fumbled for the handgun I’d stashed in my bedside drawer. The footsteps stopped. Outside my door, there was one breathless moment—then a click, and the doorknob turned. 

I threw the door open to an empty hallway. Confused, I stepped back into my room. The door behind me closed itself. 

He was there. 

Taller than I’d expected, silver hair glinting in the moonlight, crimson eyes fixed on me with unsettling warmth. He wore a flawless black coat and leather gloves, as if dressed for a special evening rather than breaking in. His gaze flicked to the gun in my hand and back to my face, and then he smiled—not cruelly, but with profound relief, as though seeing me safe had washed away his own weeks of worry. 

I barely found my voice. “Who are you?” 

He looked pained, as if I’d asked something impossible. “You don’t recognize me?” 

His confusion and that soft sorrow in his eyes were heart-wrenching—and terrifying.

"I was afraid of that."

He took one slow step forward. The floorboard beneath him didn't creak.

I raised the gun.

"Don't move!"

He stopped immediately. Hands open at his sides, fingers spread, palms facing me. The gesture was practiced. Familiar. Like he'd done it before—with me specifically.

"My name is Sylus."

Something about the way he said it. Like correcting a mistake.

"I don't care who you are."

"You will."

My pulse was loud in my ears. The gun felt suddenly very light.

"How did you get in here?"

He reached into his coat pocket. I watched his elbow, not his face—the way you're supposed to. My finger found the trigger's resistance.

His hand came back out holding something small and silver.

My apartment key.

The spare. The one I kept in the back of the kitchen drawer, underneath the takeout menus, behind the rubber bands. The one no one knew about.

He turned it slowly between two fingers, the way you'd turn a coin. Unhurried.

"You hide things in predictable places, kitten.” 

The room felt smaller.

"Stay the hell away from me."

"I can't."

His voice was soft. Not the softness of someone trying to deceive—the softness of someone trying not to startle a bird back into flight.

"I've already lost you once and I refuse to lose you again.”

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

Something shifted in his expression. Not anger. Something worse.

Confusion.

Genuine confusion, as though I'd said something that didn't make sense.

"You keep saying that."

"Because it's true!"

His smile faltered. Just briefly—a crack in a wall, quickly mortared over. When it came back it was the same smile, only heavier. Carrying something.

"You really don't remember."

"Remember what?"

"Our life." He said it the way you'd say *the sun.* A thing that simply existed.

I didn't speak.

"Our home." A step closer. "Our wedding."

"No."

"Our promises."

"No—stop—"

"You are not my husband!"

He went still. His eyes moved across my face the way you read something you've read before, searching for the line where you left off. Looking for the version of me he recognized. Finding only a stranger wearing my face.

He exhaled.

"I was hoping your memories would come back on their own."

The gun was shaking. I realized distantly that my hands were shaking.

"What memories? There are no memories. I have never seen you before in my life."

He smiled again. The same patient, terrible smile.

"We'll make new ones. Just be patient."

It was the gentleness that undid me. There was no menace in his voice, no performance of threat—just the quiet, load-bearing certainty of a man who had already decided how this ended. A man who was not afraid of the gun because he did not believe I would use it on him. A man who looked at me the way you look at someone who is confused and frightened and simply needs time.

He took one final step. The distance between us became something I could measure in breath.

His eyes were crimson. Not dramatically, not like a costume—just a deep, dark red, the color of old wood or dried roses, and they had not left mine since he walked in.

"I finally found you, sweetie."

The word landed like a stone dropped into still water.

And then, from the front of the apartment, came a sound.

Small. Mechanical. Unmistakable.

The door, locking itself.

[ignoremenow333]

Transmigration Part 9

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4. Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

The limo you and Sylus rode was spacious. Top of the line. Even with all of the space, Sylus sat right next to you. One arm resting behind you and the other holding the tablet for you two. He had pulled up the map of the building the two of you would be in and was discussing the route you would need to take.

"Someone will come grab us when the auction starts." Sylus says as he puts the tablet to the side. "So until then, we can enjoy ourselves."

You raised an eyebrow. "And how does the famed Onychinus leader enjoy himself at a gala?"

"You'll get front row seats to help you answer that question." He was curling a strand of hair with the hand behind you.

You had put your hair in a half up with braids running along the sides that led to a small bun. Your makeup was simple so as not to look too garish with your outfit, and a set of black heels to include the illusion your dress presented.

Sylus wore an outfit that perfectly matched yours. His red blazer that bled into black. Dahiia flowers embroidered in gold silk patterned on it. A darker red shirt underneath with a black pocket kerchief. His black pants were creased, brand new, and you remember Sylus practicing his kicks to make sure he could fight in them.

Perfection. Was all you thought when you saw him.

Now here you were, leading up to the end of your time together. You would be strong, ready to drop it all for his happiness. Would it take a look? A discussion for him to recognize MC?

You leaned into him. "Sylus."

"Yes, kitt'n?" He moved his arm to around your waist, pulling you in as close as possible.

You laid your head against his chest, taking a moment to listen to his heartbeat. "Thank you." You look up at him. Placing one hand on his leg and the other on the hand that was around your waist.

He hummed. "You'll need to be specific sweetie."

"My life before all of this was...depressing." You entangle your fingers with his. "I didn't have anything really. My family is far away and the people around me never really cared for me." You speak, of course, of your life before the game. How you were constantly taken advantage of. Family far away and friends abandoning you at the drop of a hat.

"And then I met you." You close your eyes as you remember meeting him in the game. "I know it was messy. But it snapped me out of it all. Made me realize that I was worth something, that I could find someone that made me feel..." You open your eyes and look at him. His eyes wide, soft. You raise a hand to hold his cheek. "Thank you, for helping me."

Sylus is silent. Lips pressed in a thin line as he just stares at you. Something sitting wrong about your whole speech. He grabs the hand on his cheek, rubbing against it before turning and kissing your palm. He looks at your hands, compares them to his own. Yours are small, soft, delicate. He could tell they were inexperienced in combat--no matter how much you tried to say otherwise.

He looked back at your face and admired every spec of it. The patience you took to get your hair and makeup just right for him. He kissed your forehead.

"The night is still young Y/N. Don't get emotional on me just yet."

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You've seen gala's before. In movies, books, and games at least. As a little girl, you imagined yourself as a princess. Surrounded by beauty, adorned in luxury, all eyes on you as you danced with your prince charming.

For it to be mostly true delighted you. The ballroom was large, beautiful, unimaginable. The eyes that watched you, instead of being filled with admiration and envy, were filled with jealousy and danger. Your face stayed neutral, but your hand on Sylus' arm tightened slightly when you felt their glares.

"Remember," he leans down to whisper in your ear, "you are my date. I wouldn't just bring any kind of woman."

You scoff, "I'm pretty sure there are very few women in the world that could actually deal with you."

He gasps, as if offended, but doesn't say anymore as the two of you continue inside. Some people came and greeted Sylus, in which he introduced you as his date. Your backstory was an investor, coming in search of rare finds. Something Sylus specialized and enjoyed himself. People attempted to find holes in your story, as Sylus was never one to show up personally for these things.

"If you expect me to enter these places without a proper escort," you tried to sound as intimidating as possible, "then you must take me for an absolute idiot."

Some people fell for it...the others backed off when they noticed Sylus throwing his own deadly glares. After almost an hour, everyone finally left the two of you alone. You had to remind yourself to look refined as you ate and drank. You stumbled with it, and Sylus took every opportunity to tease you about it. You responded by kicking him under the table.

When music started playing, he invited you to dance. He practically carried you the entire time, but you laughed through every turn, spin, swing. Every flare of the crescendo brought you closer to him, and by the end of it you felt breathless.

After the song you excused yourself to the restroom. Needing a slight break from the noise and to freshen up. While washing your hands a waitress came in. She looked at you, before locking the door behind you.

Panic rose in your throat, reaching for your clutch that hid the gun Sylus loaned to you. She walked towards you quickly, and you prepared yourself to fight.

"Y/N!" the waitress, who you realized now was M/C, practically shouted as she gave you a tight hug.

Your heart leaped, you dropped your clutch. Hesitating for just a moment before returning the hug back. She was filled with warmth, but everything just felt cold.

She finally pulled away, "I'm so happy you're okay. You have no idea how worried everyone was." Her face is nothing but truth. She looks you over. "You look amazing! When you said you had someone backing you, you really meant it. Who is he?"

You open your mouth, wanting to speak. Nothing comes out. You chew on your bottom lip, trying to work it all up and force it out.

"It must be a real secret." MC interrupts your thoughts. "Here, I need to give you this." She hands you a ring with a simple stone, grabbing your right hand and slipping it on your middle finger. It readjusts itself to fit perfectly on you.

"The stone is actually a button." MC explains. "They should be starting the auction soon. We know the protocores are here, we just don't know where. When you find them, press the stone and it will give us your location." She looks to you, and you nod in acknowledgement. "Don't fight alone. Me and everyone else are here for you."

She gives you one last hug before unlocking the bathroom and running out. You lose the strength in your legs, catching yourself on the bathroom sink before falling onto your knees.

She's here.

She's here.

You have to do it.

Do you though?

The story can't continue unless you bring them together!

"Why?" It comes out in a whimper. "Why can't it just be me."

Your hands are in tight fists, knuckles white, nails digging into your skin. You bite down harder on your lip, trying to stop the tears. You still have a job to do.

You pull yourself up using the sink. You don't dare to look at yourself in the mirror. You stand up straight, straighten your dress, and walk out. But when you open the door...Sylus is there, leaning on the opposite wall.

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[lastliminals]

this is gonna sound weird but sylus lovers listen to me on this one i have an idea for the tired/overworked girlies but this might not resonate its a bit freeky

cw nsfw for dragon sylus, dom leaning sylus sub leaning reader.. COULD be taken as dubcon but like idk idk idk

here are some like... caretakerish/protectiveish dragon sylus hcs i have... i can elaborate..

dragon sylus after he scoops you away from your stressful life.. hm..

dragon sylus who gives you a some ancient draconic mark that ties you to him.. allows him to read your mind and understand what you are thinking.. hm...

dragon sylus who's mark makes you quite soft and pliant for him... you let him feed you warm meals and desserts that you neglected yourself from enjoying before.. and expensive meals you never even heard of...

dragon sylus who's pheromones smell so so so SOOO relaxing to you... presses you right against him and puts your face softly into his neck and 5 minutes later its all honk shoo mimimis from you in his soft cool bedding with nothing but the sound of forest and the fireplace and his soft rumbly voice against your ear.. when he wants you to really sleep he'll talk of ancient stories..

sometimes though... he'll say other things to fluster you... see if he can get your little thighs to rub against eachother so that he have an excuse to start...hm... hm..

dragon sylus.. whos cum is so virile that when its settled deep into your womb the first time he takes you, it almost nurses your body into safety, telling it thats it safe... making you crave more food... less anxious... NO I SHOULD STOP THEY'LL TAKE ME AWAY

[galaconic]

Hii dearr, may i request you to write a HCs of each LIs with AroAce reader? Reader is AroAce but they're not the strict one, like a bit more of Aego or Demi (which they'd still develop/feel romantic feelings but it'll take a lot of work and times), how would they react or treat reader with that info? Thank you!

Hope it's not too hard for you to write it 💗

Gardener - OFC I hope I do this right for you! I did do some extra research on both Aego and Demi, so I hope I dont offend anyone. These are all established relationships too! Its just their reaction to the information (*^￢^*)

Xavier -

When you first told him, he acted like it was casual information (cuz it is). But in only hours after you told him, he was being more cautious about touching you like he was scared of making you uncomfortable. So when you two were trying to watch a movie, and he decided to sit all the way on the other side of the couch, that's when you asked him about it

"Xav, what are you doing?"

"What do you mean.."

"You're all the way across the couch, you haven't made any sort of physical contact with me for hours. And thats not like you."

"I'm just trying to be careful."

That's when it clicked, and you had almost laughed at him. "That's..not what that means."

"Wha—?"

His confused face made you feel a little bad, but it was still funny to see him so in awe. "You can still cuddle me, Xav. Come here."

He had never jumped into your arms so quick.

Zayne -

Part of me feels like he'd know, but it'd still catch him off guard when you confirm it. Like he'd probably confuse it with another sexuality/romantic attraction before you tell him. He'd be shocked (cuz he got it wrong) before immediately doing more research into it and what it means, he'd also look into how people with other Aro/Demi/Aego partners treat their lovers, but he'd do even more of that research with you. Just to make sure he's gotten everything right! (He's just being cautious, his whole profession is based on perfection after all)

"Is this okay?" He'd ask, wrapping his arms around your waist, "Most of the websites I looked into said that it shouldn't change anything, but on the rare occasion people stated that their partners were uncomfortable with being touched certain ways, I want to make sure nothing changes for us."

He felt so relieved when you kissed his temple and told him it was okay to touch you, "Zaynie, you're okay. If I didn't want your affections, promise I'd tell you."

Rafayel -

He'd treat it with the utmost respect by treating it like it wasn't anything new. He never pushed you for anything sexual from the start but now that it was affirmed, he just kept doing what he was doing. He was able to give you physical intimacy without the sex. He's waited 800 years for you, so if you were Aro/Aego/Demi, nothing would change after the news.

"Alright..cutie can you help me name this? Still so hard to name my feelings after putting them on a canvas.."

"Wha— Rafayel! I just told you something important! Does that not change anything?" It almost sounded like you wanted a reaction, but you really just wanted him to explain his feelings.

He turned to face you and shook his head, brows furrowing. "Why would it? I love my cutie, and your way of romance doesn't change that. You'll always be mine, every version of you."

Sylus -

He wouldn't mind in the slightest. He'd try to "make up" for that lack of sexual intimacy in your relationship by spoiling you more with money. Literally he's sending you money everyday. You want a cat? Go ahead and buy one. You want a gaming console? Here's his card. You want a 20 million dollar house where bills could cost more than you'd spend on a car? He won't even look at the total. Not like he would normally, but just know, more frequently, any and everything you want is all yours.

"Sy, why did I get a call from my bank telling me someone transferred 75 million dollars into my account today?"

"Happy pride month, sweetie."

"It's September."

Caleb -

He sooooo knew. He just wanted you to say it first before anything was confirmed. He has been your friend for years, and he always catches onto things with you. Nothing changes with him and his reaction is pretty calm, aside from some theatrics. Your relationship stays the same!

He'd place his wrist against his forehead and pretend he was fainting, leaning against anything nearby, "My sweet pips just told me their sexuality like I hadn't already known. How devastated I am!"

"If you keep being dramatic, I'm going to draw you as a femboy."

"What."

Yeah so there was a conversation about your imagination instead..!

Valko -

Definitely the most chalant about it out of everyone. At first he takes it as a "You cant touch me anymore" before you guys get to "You can touch me". He was going through the stages of grief for DAYS thinking that he couldn't be intimate with you physically, especially considering that he loves being touchy with you. That was practically all he did, nuzzle, kiss and cuddle you everyday, but he was under the impression that you were taking that away from him and he didn't know what to do. It wasn't until day 4 of this nonsense when you caught him sulking in a corner by the TV that it had stopped.

"Koko, what's going on with you?" You were much more concerned than anything else, he looked sick.

"Can't touch you, pancake.." His voice was quiet.

"...Valko what are you talking about." It was more of a statement, and you saw the way he perked up when you called his "full name".

"You said that you're Aro..or something like that. And those kinds of people don't like to be touched, right?" The pout on his face made up for how dumb he sounded.

"Thats a common misconception." You rubbed your temple, sighing at the realization that this man was statving himself of you for four days. "You can touch me, big oaf." You barely took a step forward before he pounced on you, squeezing you like he had never felt your touch before.

More stuff - Gulps loudly! Hope I did you justice anon!