#lads rambles

[miss-hunt3r]

Mmhh

Cr: 95620393955 on xhs

[mwphisto]

Sylus’ eye glows when he’s horny. 

It had taken you a little bit to piece that information together, having been too engulfed in him to see the whole picture. Hands and mouths everywhere, clothes shed and sheets nearly pushed entirely off the bed with all of the movement.

You had much more pressing matters to focus on, not quite processing the fact that the aether core in his eye was a burning beacon every time he looked at you. 

Though, Sylus had restraint. He kept his emotions on a tight leash, never quite revealing where he was until you had already fallen head first into his carefully placed trap. Except for this time, because even someone like Sylus could suffer from little blunders here and there. “Luke, Kieran, you’re back quite early.”

His voice was gruff, you sat a little ways down from him on the couch, pulling at your clothes to make sure they were in their typical place. 

“We accomplished your tasks pronto, boss-man!” Luke plopped down in one of the arm chairs, his proud smile hidden behind his mask. “Yeah, you seemed pretty stressed earlier, so we wanted to take them off your plate real quick.”

Kieran leaned against the back of the chair Luke sat on, both seemingly oblivious to their boss’ frustration. “You’ve got some hard workers, Sy.” You fan the flames, peeking down at his carefully crossed legs. You had been grinding on his lap no less than a minute ago, face hot and lips swollen from his countless kisses.

One glance up and you could see your teeth indents still lingering on his neck. “That… I do.” He dared to glance at you, tips of his ears still red, his eye glowing a near neon crimson. The twins carried on with their ramblings all the while. 

You felt a bubble of laughter swelling in your chest, how the twins could be so unaware of their boss’ debauched state was a mystery to you. I mean really, his eye was glowing. The laughter in your chest died as quickly as it threatened to spill.

His eye was glowing? 

You felt your face grow hotter, squirming slightly against the cushion as you mulled that one thought over and over in your mind. You stared at him, nearly unblinking, heart pounding. In all the months you had been with him, you had never realized you held such crucial information. Not that you’d ever use it against him in a serious sense. 

But oh, Sylus was so impossible to tease. And now? Now you have this.

Of course you wouldn’t dive head first into it, you’d test him first. You needed to see if your hypothesis was correct. If you worked him up, then his aethercore would react? You had to assume that was the case, but you’d feel quite silly if it wasn’t. Maybe it flared up when he was upset, or annoyed? But you had never noticed that in battle… 

“Are you okay?” You blink, unaware that Sylus was now staring directly back at you, that damn eye still bright. “No.” zero time to think, and if it meant the twins got out of your hair faster. “Boss-lady isn’t feeling the best, you two. I’ll be taking her to bed…” He struggles to pull his gaze away from you, briefly looking between the twins. “Thank you for handling things so quickly.”

His tone was final, not daring to move from the couch until both boys understood the underlying message and quickly bid you both a good night. 

“Someone’s daydreaming.” Sylus murmurs the second they are gone, unfolding his legs just as you crawl back over to him. “More like fantasizing.” You settle again, wiggling against the warmth of his lap before wrapping your arms around his neck. 

A soft groan rumbles his chest at the contact, and you see the light flare in his eye. “I’ll remember to give them extra tasks next time.” He leans forward to close the distance, but you can’t help but pull back. Utterly glued to his aethercore, mind reeling with the fact that it so carelessly displays his desires.

Maybe you should be glad it only glows for you… 

“Someone is still lost in her head, hmm?” His hands grip your hips, sliding down towards the swell of your ass. “Or is something weighing on her mind?” You mentally curse yourself for being so bad at hiding things from him. The carefully crafted plot to test your theory and use it as a way to tease him was dying right before you.

“Can I ask you something?” You’re moving closer, eyes dragging away from his eye to look at his lips. Lips that are swollen because of you, a sense of pride swelling in your chest. “Anything.”

“Does your aether core… act up when you’re aroused?” He blinks at you, a little stunned before a warm laugh rumbles his chest. “My aether core…” he starts, dragging you impossibly closer. “…allows me to see what others desire. It’s only fair that it can’t help but give away what I desire most.” Your noses brush, breaths mingle.

“It only ever glows for you.”

It’s 2am and I crave pho so bad. But I only have “instant pho” and I want the real shit not the “I didn’t have time to pack lunch for work” kind 🙄 I guess I know what I’m getting for lunch today 😵‍💫

[meowmilkshake]

Oh, to actually be his wife 😢

[brithebri747]

⇢ The Sea and His Moon

-°• Rafayel falls in love with the Goddess of the moon

-°• Warnings: angst with no comfort

Imagine Rafayel, the God of the Sea, falling for you, the Goddess of the moon.

Imagine you met centuries ago, at a Lemurian summit. It was one of the few times you were granted the ability to leave your perch among the stars.

Imagine you felt an unyielding gaze burning through your skull as you spoke with the other gods in attendance. As you whirl around, your eyes catch those of the Sea God.

Imagine you approach him, inquiring as to why he was staring so long and hard.

“I apologize for my brash behavior, my lady. But I do believe I’ve never seen beauty quite like yours.”

Imagine you instantly fall head over heels. You’d never met someone quite like him. Though, that wasn’t saying much, since you were typically isolated to the sky.

You dance into the depths of the night, only for you to be whisked back into the sky the instant the sun begins to creep back over the sea.

Imagine you only see him from afar; gazing down upon his magnificent form every night. You sit atop the moon, humming hymns of ancient longing.

Imagine he drifts idly among the waves, his eyes fixed on the moon above. He imagines having you down here with him, in his arms, drifting along with him. He fantasizes the way the stars may illuminate your skin as you dance among the surf.

Imagine you may only visit him once in a blue moon; when the sea and the moon become one. On these rare occasions, you’re permitted to join him at sea. He showers you in his love and adoration, his longings manifested in a night of hanging on your every word.

He shows you around his palace as quickly as he can, treating you to delicacies of the ocean. He shows you around the Lemurian markets, the merchants excited to show their wares to the rarely seen goddess.

Imagine as the moon begins to dip below the horizon, you begin to fade from his arms.

“I will see you again, my pearl. Do not fear,” he promises, resisting the urge to cry as you disappear in a plume of stardust. “The sky can’t hold you forever.”

Imagine he can hear your wails as you hang the new moon in the sky the next night.

Imagine his heartache ravages the seas, currents churning and sinking any unfortunate ship he stumbles upon. Hundreds of sailors are lost to his misery, the waters dragging them deeper into his distress.

Imagine your life revolves around him. You tug and pull at his tides, yearning for his presence.

Yet;

You could never have him, cursed to watch on from above.

Forever divided by the horizon that kept the moon from her sea.

[doctormonocat]

Sometimes

Sometimes, Rafayel wants you to hurt. He wants you to feel an inkling, a tiny fraction of the pain you’ve caused him in each and every lifetime. It’s not fair. He gave up everything for you, and you’ve betrayed him again and again. The worst betrayal is you forgetting. How dare you not even hold on to the guilt, the shame, the sadness, the pain, just as he does? How dare you leave him alone in his misery? So sometimes, he wants you to hurt. He wants to say things to twist in the knife, to make you bleed just a few drops of what has gushed out of him every time you interact.

It’s only sometimes though. And each and every time Rafayel feels immediate shame and guilt afterwards. Guilt because he’s supposed to love you. He does love you. So why is it so hard sometimes? Why is it that when you are smiling without a care in the world it both fills his heart with love and venom?

He thinks you don’t notice. He hardly ever acts on these sometimes feelings and even when he does let an unkind word or two slip it’s nothing that couldn’t be chalked up to a lover’s spat. He thinks his pure vitriol is hidden, until one day, where you, seemingly out of nowhere, say, “Sometimes, I think you want me to hurt.” And Rafayel… he doesn’t know what to say. Because sometimes, he really really does.

[muqingslover]

oh no it hasn't even been five minutes since my last post hoping for him to be a sweetheart silly guy and not booktok material and now the saxophones are getting louder

NOOOOOOOOOOOO HE'S GONNA BE AN ALPHA CEO Y/N ARCHETYPE ISNT HE? DAWG DONT DO THIS DO YOU GUYS REMEMBER HOW BAD THAT SYLUS RELEASE WAS?!?!? oh god it's that all over again we're so cooked

[bunbiee]

streamer!reader x ur top donor, sylus! (pt.5)

<< previous warnings: doxxing...that's it. note: it feels good to be back T-T i missed you guys and i missed writing UGH, i hope you like this chapter !

taglist: @crimsonrubie @dyeinsomniadontwake @ilybak01 @punkshrimp @souppooppie @wehklog @owodi @perla-drg @angelbird176 @sadowon @hxppyduck

★ After the stream ended, you sighed heavily from exhaustion. Somehow…this stream was more tiring than usual. Perhaps it was the tension in your body from your persistent follower who paid you millions just to stick around and play with you the entire livestream.

★ some fans were furious, who was this red ruby and why did he spend an entire lifetime's fortune to play with you? What about the rest of your fans? Well, you always try to be fair with your fans no matter what.

★ and the rest of the streams went on like this for…a while. it’s like he’s purposefully taunting them! And now he has more haters than you, who send him hate. 

Like now.

★ You smile to the camera, much more confident than before. “I’m sorry guys, i can’t play games today…i burnt my fingers while cooking. So we’ll just have a chat instead!”

★ the comments happily send you questions and topics to talk about…except for some.

★ lolbestplayer: “you’re a girl and you can’t even cook? And can’t play games either. The fuck you keep getting those donations for, then?”

★ redrubycrow109 has donated 1000$. “Stay mad.”

★ the automated message read in a blunt, taunting tone. You try to cover your mouth to prevent yourself from laughing. 

★ lolbestplayer: “see? Is he her sugar daddy or something? Being a girl must be fun, you just sit there and look pretty while a bunch of simps spend their money on you. Does it make you feel good about yourself?”

★ the smile fades from your lips. This user always sends hate, and you mostly find it funny. But this time, it’s getting too much.

★ Redrubycrow109 has donated 1,000$ with a special request: “Be mean to him. Curse him out.”

★ you freeze. You haven't roasted someone or said weird things in public before…but this was a request sent with a donation. So you had to do it.

★ your lips part, but nothing comes out. Another comment...

★ lolbestplayer: “She can’t do it, she’s too cowardly. A [censored].” Automated message: lolbestplayer got a warning. You have: 2 warnings left.

★ another comment was posted…more censored curse words. You froze in place…time to finally test the reporting tool! But before you could, another automated message appeared.

★ Redrubycrow109 has donated 1,000$ “Ban him.” ★ Redrubycrow109 has donated 500$ “I’ll donate 500$ to whoever reports this user’s account. Report him and send screenshots in the community post, and I’ll send the money. Countless entries are allowed.”

★ your jaw drops, this man is crazy. Is he seriously sending money to strangers?!

★ Sylus knows he could easily get rid of his accounts, all of his socials…hell, his entire existence with it. But he’s clearly having fun with this, like it’s a game of chess and everyone else is his pawn.

★ “No, guys– okay, this is unnecessary! I can just ban him–” you stammer.

★ Too late, the chat goes crazy and everyone starts reporting and sending proof on the community post. It doesn’t feel right, but you don’t know how to stop it.

★ You blink. ‘lolbestplayer’? vanished. You sit still for too long that everyone thought the screen froze.

★ You manage to let out a sigh of relief before the chat goes crazy and flares up again...

★ your heart almost stops. Before your screen, someone sends a link…you open it and you’re met by a post on a social media platform by that very same user, ‘lolbestplayer’... Your entire address in detail and phone numbers. 

★ You’ve been doxxed.

★ Your blood runs cold. This has never happened before…you’ve always avoided arguments and ragebait, yet it still happened?!

★ “What do I do…how do I take it down? how- make it stop...!” you managed to speak, your voice faint and shaky.

★ it’s like the world stopped spinning…suddenly, the stream stops abruptly. The flood of comments disappear, you’re forcibly logged out of all your accounts. your stream? can't be found.

★ You click everywhere frantically on the keys. What was happening?! did he disable your stream too?!

★ you sit on your bed…curled up, shaking. Suddenly, your phone buzzes.

★ an unknown number…you refuse to pick up. Suspecting it was a spam call, or a bully.

★ but the phone rang again, and again. Finally, you decide to pick it up with shaky hands.

★ “Who's this?" You snap...but you're met with calm yet deep, gravelly voice from the other line.

★ “Don’t panic, I disabled your stream temporarily and all your accounts. I’m working on hiding your IP address and getting rid of the post and any pair of eyes that read your address.”

★ “Okay…?” you whisper. “And I’m sending bodyguards around your house. Don’t open the door to anyone, and don’t step a foot outside until I tell you you're safe again. Understood?”

★ “But, wait…who exactly are–” 

★ he hung up. You frown and try to redial him, but his number didn’t show…it was private. 

★ his voice was…annoyingly familiar. But through the chaos, you found yourself not even caring for anything other than knowing you’re safe.

★ exactly one minute, and you’re hearing rumbling engines and footsteps and car tires on the driveway.

★ you walk on your tippy toes and peek outside through the curtains. Various men in suits came out from two  SUVs and each of them stood in a specific area in an organized manner. Each of them wearing an in-ear, nodding firmly to receive orders.

★ you open the door without removing the safety lock, a thick golden chain keeping the door ajar.

★ you frown slightly in skepticism. “Who sent you?” you asked, your voice sharp. Two of the bodyguards standing at each side of your front door turn to look at you.

★ “Sorry, but I can’t tell you. We will just be standing here to guard you.” “Please stay inside.”

★ your gaze linger on them before slowly retreating back inside, closing the door with a faint click.

On the other side…

★ Sylus stood up, his sharp, calculating eyes fixed on the screen. Spitting endless orders, his body holding so much intensity that you’d think he is haunting down a criminal.

★ in the span of five minutes…the doxxing post was nowhere to be found. If someone ever mentioned your address, it’s gone the second it was posted with inhumane speed.

★ the whole account itself was gone…as if it vanished in thin air. However someone tried doxxing lolbestplayer’s address and contact information.

★ Sylus smirked, “they’re clever…but he’s just a dumb boy. Not worth it. Take this post down, if someone harmed him, She might be the one to blame.” his voice unnervingly calm.

★ And that, too, was gone. Not only yours, but lolbestplayer’s information too, and every account that belonged to that name.

★ Luke raises his eyebrows in skepticism. “What? We’re gonna let him off the hook…just like that?”

★ “No,” Sylus murmured. 

★ “i disabled all his gaming accounts. And while i was looking through, i found something…interesting.” He gestured at the screen in front of him vaguely after clicking a button.

★  the big monitor screen lit up before the three men, showing a boy through his front camera– no older than thirteen– staring at his phone screen with wide eyes filled with terror, tears and snot streaming down his face. The frame was shaking violently.

★ “THAT’S HIM?!” Kieran shrieked. “THIS…fetus did all that?!” the other replied in fascination.

★ sylus clicked a button, and the sound coming from the boy’s mic filled the air.

★ a woman’s yelling was heard. “Is that what you do online? Harassing strangers and leaking their addresses? I thought i told you that you’re NOT allowed to join online games anymore! I told you these games encourage violence and bad behavior!”

★ “Mom, all my accounts are gone! A-and the money i spent on it–” the boy wailed, “money? did you use my card?! Go to your room, you’re grounded! you're never touching a keyboard again until you've learnt your lesson!”

★ Kieran clicks his tongue, “What a loser…” “I feel bad for the mother, honestly.” the boys try to hide their smiles, but every ounce of sympathy disappeared and they broke into laughter again at the sight and sound of the little boy crying.

★ Sylus was hiding his grin behind his gloved palm…no doubt it was hilarious how a grown man was relishing in the misery of a young boy. He clicked, and the video along with the audio were gone.

★ “I think that’s enough, he learnt his lesson. Brat." Sylus sat down again on his chair, putting a leg over the other on the desk. He almost felt bad for the boy…almost.

★ “Did the guards arrive at her home?” He took off his gloves using his teeth, his voice back to its serious tone. “Yes, boss!” “The contract?” he tosses them on his desk. “Yes, boss!”

★ “And is the studio ready?” “working on it, boss!” “Hurry up. and once it’s ready, send her the email.”

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Rafayel Qi Blurb!

Tasked with the job to deliver a woman to be wedded to the Sea God. Your crew travels the perilous sea to get home.

Captain Non-MC whom fears the Sea God, seeing his Wrath first hand when they were merely a Sailor.

It was a accident.

A poor lemurian being caught in their ships nets for the catch of the day. Your Captain and the sailors lets the creature go, yet, you learned that their begging and pleading did nothing to sway him. As their shouts of mercy are silenced by the waves.

The Sacrifical Bride, unsure of her journey, though accepts her fate. Finding solace with the kind crew and Captain amongst the clashing waters.

She couldn't help but envy the Navigator, his charming smile so carefree. Truly, a man of the wind and sea.

Yet, the Bride merely smiles as he whines to her on how the Captain won't dance with him. The crew singing old melodies of peace and adventure. While you merely gaze to the dark abyss below.

Rafayel waltzes back to your side, singing along as Emcee hums to the beat. Watching him curiously as he grabs your hand, twirling you like a maiden, not a woman hurt by the waters below.

At the moment, he dips you, a small quiet sound was drowned by the waves. Only heard by him as you look into his eyes.

A shy, sweet giggle leaves you.

Until you frown at the sound of tides shifting, his gaze becoming different with waves.

Letting him go, you stumble away. Heading to your bed chambers without another sound. Though ballads drown out your quiet retreat.

The Navigator scoffs, his scowl fading into a dull smile as he eyes the skies ahead. Skin burning as the droplets of cooled swater dribbled down his cheek.

-

"Your God, did this..." You reply, showing your scarred back to the woman. Eyes lifeless as you gaze at the map on the wooden table.

"That.. Is his Mercy." You laugh as your Navigator reaches out his hand. The touch far too warm, methodical. As if a artist admiring his canvas.

The Bride trembles at the sight on your skin, yet offers no words.

"Mercy has a price."

You turn your gaze back to them, bandages safely wrapped as you slip back on your shirt. You smile at her, thanking them for the assistance as you march back outside to the deck.

-

[Yeah, I was inspired by some Epic the musical, this mainly the Posidean ARC. I thought it'd be funny! Anyway! Thanks for reading! Any comments or suggestions or ideas for a pt2 are welcomed! Hearts reblogs also appreciated!]