hello! i’m koku <3 she/they 23 y/o and i’m rafcaleb main 🐠🪷
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“mn? can’t sleep?” he replies, voice a little groggy, like he was almost asleep.
you nod. it’s so difficult to sleep. your mind is always so noisy. looking for the next distraction. or telling you you’re better off gone.
you hug him tighter. hide your face in his chest.
“i want to sleep. why can’t i fall asleep?” you ask, voice soft and resigned. the tears soak his shirt a little. you’re so quiet when you cry.
he slowly pets your head, holding you close, “don’t cry, baby, i’m here. i won’t let you go.”
it’s difficult. it’s difficult to not cry. it’s difficult to do anything at all.
you don’t respond to him. so he hums. sings gently, soft sounds that hopefully will lull you to slumber. even if it breaks him to feel your hand clutch into his shirt so tightly as you sniffle.
he doesn’t stop petting you and humming, hoping the vibrations of his voice soothe you even just a little bit.
he loves you. he loves you so much.
“it’s okay, baby. everything will be okay. i’m here. i’m always here.”
a/n: i wish he was here i wish he was here i wish he was here it hirts somuch
To celebrate day 30 and 600 days with Rafayel, I wanted to draw something inspired by the card that made me fall in love with his character 🩷 Specifically the line "Join me, then. Let's drown in the ocean. Together." I was so intrigued by Raf at this point that I broke my No Gacha rule 😂😭
In the end I'm glad I did. 🥹 This silly game has helped me a lot over the last year and a half, and I've gotten to meet a lot of really cool and inspiring people 💞
I'm so grateful to all my moots and everyone who's followed me during this challenge!! I'm gonna keep going for as long as I can manage (quality isn't always guaranteed.💦 my main focus is comms atm).
And requests are always open!! I might not always get to them immediately, but feel free to leave any ideas in the comments 🐟🩷
summary: in which you tell the lads boys that you haven’t shaved.
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb
notes: MDNI / NSFW (obvi), they’re all eaters!!!!!! xavier is silly, zayne has an attitude, rafayel is dramatic, sylus #takesnobullshit, and caleb is strange…mentions of sex/sexual acts, fem terms used (!!!), that’s it (i think)
p.s. this is a silly spur of the moment post so if it’s awful ummmm kill me maybe!!!
a/n: i am not the type to care like At All about body hair in any capacity so i hope this was somewhat entertaining LOL. body hair no body hair anything WTV it’s all natural and all real do whatever you want ok love you bye…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
Thinking of deity Rafayel who has to mimic human behaviour just to make you feel at least. He’s very capable of walking through this life without the rise and fall of his chest taking in air, but just for the sake of your little head leaning onto him, he mimics your breathing pace, forcing his heart to beat in tune with yours.
Sometimes, he has to remind himself to blink, especially when he’s with you. You’ve mentioned it once or twice in passing that his gaze is… intense. Staring at you like he’s trying to memorise every single little detail, from the curve of your lips to how many strands of hair dip from your fringe-
Rafayel would just laugh then, a dry sound. Before he follows up with a snarky little quip about how mesmerised he is by you. But then on, he reminds himself to blink. Slowly, carefully, like a beast trying to appear harmless.
It’s hard for a deity to understand how a human feels. But masquerading as one comes a lot easier.
Rafayel would gladly put on a show of normalcy, if it meant that his presence could be your norm.
Not a request but seeing your post about being spanked by Zayne and I raise you
Being spanked by Rafayel
Usually its him being spanked but I'm like, don't think that means he's not just as capable.
Plus he'd be coloring your ass one of his favorite shades!
y'know what, i was about to post that with rafayel at first then remembered i actually wrote zayne spanking us so i was having my own lil flashbacks🫦
but anyWAY YEAH so, i'll raise you too and say.....
🔞tw: spanking
rafayel is definitely a pussy spanker, first and foremost. yeah just imagine how smug and insufferable he'll be because you're so soaked through that his slaps over your drenched pussy echo so loudly with in the room with each slap he gives to it... damn
and because you'll deny at first that you love it, he'll slide a lil punishment on the table and have you bent over his lap and alternate his slaps between your pussy and your ass cheeks, taunting and teasing which one turns pinker and which one turns redder as he slaps faster or harder
he'll even call it a win if you cry a little, until everything turns too much to handle and pain and pleasure spike through you, so you don't even just cum, but even soak his pants all the way through as you squirt over his lap... mhm, best believe he'll chuckle so much as you tremble and grab at his hand to have him ease his slaps... only for him to slip his fingers inside you and pump them ridiculously fast
I think I am officially Fandom Old. I am so worn out from the arguments on who's the top or the bottom (who cares), what is allowed to be written (anything you want, bejeebus), what is Problematic (I know, just tag it), what other people Should Do (they Should live their lives free of judgment). There isn't a Right Way to do things. Tag your stuff appropriately, don't read stuff you don't want to read, and leave other people (me) alone.
There is nothing quite like the freedom of having gone through all of the Discourse and come out the other side into the promised land of Not Giving A Fuck.
Rafayel x MC, fluff/comfort, weighted blanket, established relationship
“What’s this for?”
You look over to see Rafayel curiously poking at the new blanket on your couch that you recently bought. “Why is it so heavy?”
“It’s a weighted blanket. It’s supposed to help with stress and sleep.”
“How?”
“By simulating a hug, I think.”
Rafayel goes quiet, staring at the fabric for a long moment before looking back at you.
“...What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Cutie, why do you need that...” he pauses for dramatic effect, “...when you have me?”
“I mean…” You blink, amused. “You are not a blanket.”
He crosses his arms, leaning back with a huff. “I am much better than a blanket.”
“Oh, I believe it,” you tease, “but you are not sitting on my couch 24/7.”
“Ah, but you see, there are perks to having an artist boyfriend.” He grins suggestively at you. “Unless I’m out of town, you can call me anytime and I will be at your door within the hour. I can write it off as the whims of an eccentric artist—my muse called, and I simply had to go. Which would be the truth, anyway.”
You frown slightly. “But what if you are actually busy?”
“I can be busy, but you are more important,” he says simply, his gaze softening.
Whenever he says things like that, you can feel yourself melting just a little bit more.
“Thomas would want to kill me..” you mumble.
“Oh, please. Thomas owes you so much at this point for the number of events I actually show up to just because of you. He’d probably even make me come check on you so you don’t quit.” He snorts at the thought. “To sweeten the deal, I can even drape myself over you while you walk around the house, just like a blanket. How does that sound?”
The mental image makes you giggle—you can totally see him doing just that.
He smiles at you. “It’s a deal, then? You will call me next time instead of using that blanket? Yeah?”
You chuckle softly. “Alright, you’ve got yourself a deal.”
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It was a particularly exhausting and intense mission, and all the fatigue you have accumulated over the past months has officially toppled over. You have pushed yourself a little too far and are now rapidly crashing out.
You excuse yourself to go straight home after the mission instead of going back to the headquarters, but as you make a mess of your apartment, trekking your way inside with water and dirt dripping all over the floor, you think, belatedly, that maybe that wasn't exactly the best idea.
But you really, really wanted to just go home, be alone, curl up on the couch, wrap yourself in a blanket-
Your eyes drift over to the couch and the weighted blanket as you drop off your keys on the kitchen counter.
The next time you feel like you need to use the blanket, you will call me, yeah?
The way Rafayel’s eyes looked when he said that resurfaces in your mind. After pausing a few minutes, you pull out your phone and dial.
“Hi cutie, how may I be of service to you today?” His familiar cheerful voice comes through the phone after a few rings.
This is nice. Your brain says. His voice is nice. Want to listen to it more. Listen to it forever, actually, preferably.
You feel like you are in a trance, your brain glitching and no longer computing.
“Cutie?” His voice now sounds a little concerned.
Sensing his worry and realizing you haven't said a word, you make your increasingly slow brain work a little harder and manage to squeeze out a response.
“Last time you said.. to call you..”
“On my way. You are home, right? 10 minutes. Stay where you are ok?”
You close your eyes, feeling an unexplainable relief wash over you. “...ok”
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By the time Rafayel steps into your apartment, you are pretty sure you have regressed into a toddler, but you also no longer care. When you feel him approaching, you don’t even lift your head to look, you just reach out and wave your arm, signaling for him to wrap his arms around you.
Immediately, he does.
His scent surrounds you. He is warm, and you sigh contently, not at all aware that it's because you are freezing cold from being soaked in the rain for most of the day. It’s making Rafayel's worried frown deepen even more where you can’t see.
“This is nice… You are so warm. I like this…” you whisper, a soft, sleepy smile tugging at your lips as you sink deeper into his arms.
“...Miss Hunter, I did not realize you are even more deadly when you are exhausted out of your mind.”
You hum and giggle, moving to nuzzle into the crook of his neck.
“...is nice... it feels like home...”
That shakes him, but you don't notice.
He tries to gather himself back up to speak, trying to recover.
“I am very jealous of your blankets of the past right now.”
“Don't be.. you are my blanket now. My personal nice smelling.. nice sounding.. nice looking blanket…”
“I would laugh right now if I am not so worried. Why do you sound like you are drunk?”
You giggle again and let your head drop on his shoulder, your breath begins to slow and level out as you completely relax into him.
“No, wait, don't fall asleep yet.” He shifts as he feels you settling, his voice picking up a touch of urgency. “Let's get you cleaned up first.”
“No…. No clean up… want to stay like this…” You protest with a frown, your eyes remaining closed as you huddle closer to him.
“Come on, cutie. You are dripping all over the sofa. You are going to get a cold like this.”
“Nooo...” you protest again weakly. “Blanket doesn't ask to be cleaned up... blanket stays...”
He lets out a soft, helpless laugh. “Well, this blanket is going to help clean you up without you needing to do anything. A nice warm bath, including drying you up, putting you in fresh pajamas... the works. What do you say?”
“Hmm... will you keep hugging me?”
“Of course.”
“Ok...”
He lifts you from the couch effortlessly, carrying you toward the bathroom. You hang onto his neck like a koala while he starts to run the warm water.
“Rafayel..?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you..”
You mumble the words just as you doze off to the sound of the running water. For a long time, that’s the only sound in the room—the sound of running water, your steady breathing, and his uneven ones.
Rafayel’s hand, which was testing the water temperature, is completely still. He stays like that for a while before letting out a long, low, exasperated sigh.
“That was absolutely cheating cutie…”
He leans down and kisses your forehead, you already fast asleep.
You were curled up on the couch, knees drawn to your chest, wrapped in a blanket that didn’t quite reach the ache beneath your skin. Your head was pounding, body trembling from exhaustion that sleep never seemed to fix. You felt frayed—like threads pulled too tight, about to snap.
Then… warmth. A hand on your ankle. Gentle pressure.
“There you are Pips,” Caleb murmurs, voice low and soothing like distant thunder on a rainy night. “Didn’t I tell you to call me when you feel like this?”
You open your mouth, but no words come. Just a little shake of your head. You don’t want to cry. You’re too tired to even cry.
He sighs, not annoyed—concerned. He kneels beside you and cups your face in one big hand, brushing his thumb across your cheek like you’re made of glass.
“You’re running yourself into the ground again, Angel. Always trying to be so strong.” You can’t help it. A little sob slips out—and he melts. Not into panic, not into pity—into purpose. In one swift motion, you’re in his arms. Picked up, held tight, carried like you weigh nothing but everything.
He sits down with you in his lap, blanket and all, wrapping you in his warmth. His chest is solid beneath your cheek. His heartbeat is steady, grounding. His hands roam—slow, reassuring, firm. One at your back, the other behind your head.
“You don’t have to hold it together with me,” he says quietly, breath brushing your temple. “You can fall apart, and I’ll still be right here. I’ll always be right here.”
You cling to him, and he lets you. Holds you tighter. Presses kisses to your hair, your forehead, your jaw. Soft, possessive, like he’s reminding you: you’re mine. You’re safe.
And then his voice—gravelly and low, close to your ear.
“Next time, you call me. You understand? I don’t care what time it is or what I’m doing—if my girl’s hurting, I drop everything. Because you come first. Always.”You nod, tears finally falling. Not out of pain—but relief.
Because with Caleb… you’re not alone.
You’re loved.
And most of all, you’re held.
He feels it—the way your body starts to soften, breath slowing against his chest. That quiet surrender. That precious unraveling. And he waits. Holds you steady in it.
“There she is,” he murmurs, voice lower now, darker. “My girl, finally letting go.”
You shiver—not from the cold this time, but from him. The way he speaks it like a promise and a claim all at once.
His hand slides up your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip. “You give and give until you break, don’t you?” He tilts your face to meet his gaze—those eyes like storm clouds right before the downpour. “But that stops here.”
He leans in close. “You’re mine. And I don’t let what’s mine burn out.”
You try to speak, but he hushes you with a kiss—just at the corner of your lips. Not quite giving it all yet. Teasing. Controlling. Patient. “No more running on empty, Princess. No more pushing past your limits while pretending you’re fine.”
His hand moves again, sliding under the blanket, splaying against your bare waist. “Next time, I feel you slipping, I won’t wait for permission. I’ll take you. I’ll pull you into my lap, pin you down if I have to, and remind you whose you are.”
Your breath catches.
And he smiles. That knowing, wicked little tilt of his lips that says: You’re mine to ruin gently. And I will. But then he kisses your forehead again, so soft it nearly breaks you.
“Not tonight, though.” His voice gentles again. “Tonight, I hold you until you fall asleep. But you remember this feeling—because tomorrow, when you’re stronger, I’m going to make sure you never forget who keeps you safe.”
And just like that, you’re wrapped in both fire and shelter.
His arms, his voice, his claim on you—
Home.
He feels the shift in you—the way your heartbeat begins to slow against his chest, your fingers loosening where they were curled into his shirt. Your body still pressed close, but no longer trembling. Just melting.
Caleb exhales softly, his breath brushing along your temple like a sigh of pride. His voice rumbles against your skin, low and tender. “That’s it. Just like that, baby. Let me take it from here.”
You hum something—a faint little sound, barely audible. Maybe a thank you. Maybe his name. You don’t even know anymore. You’re floating now, somewhere between sleep and him, the two starting to feel like the same thing.
He adjusts you in his lap just enough so he can lean back against the couch, one arm cradling your head, the other wrapped tight around your waist. And then his fingers start tracing soft patterns over your skin—up and down your spine, over your arm, along your side. Mindless, loving touches. The kind that say, “You don’t have to do anything. Just be.”
“I wish you could see yourself right now,” he whispers into your hair. “This soft. This calm. You were made to be held like this.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. One last bit of tension leaving your chest. His warmth, his voice, the strength of his arms—it’s everything you didn’t know you needed until now. And then, the final tether snaps. Sleep begins to pull you under—but this time, it’s not from exhaustion or desperation.
It’s safe. It’s soft. It’s him.
You shift once more, cheek nuzzling into the base of his throat, breath evening out. He feels it. Smiles to himself. “There she goes,” he murmurs, brushing his lips over your forehead. “My good girl. Finally resting.”
He stays there, holding you long after your breathing settles. Still tracing those same slow circles. Still whispering, even though you’ve already drifted far away. “You sleep now, Princess. And when you wake… I’ll still be here.”
A/N: im literally in my follicular phase and I wanted to write papa dragon sylus so here we are. I got my main inspo from @embetiee and this specific art of dragon sy and mc together 🥺— this is gnawing on my brain SO SO GOOD also @syynon literally begged me to tag me for this so rhehe there you go Sylus ovi is ITCHING MY BRAIN SO SO GOOD
Content warnings: eggnancy, egg babies to be, soft papa sylus and mama reader, pregnancy, fluff contents, don't like dont read
Word count: 598 words
Divider by : @diviniyae
To say carrying a small clutch of dragon eggs is heavy, is an understatement to your current situation.
You huff, trying to find a sense of comfort in a nest made out of the finest silks and feathers collected by your most dearest husband, Sylus. Holding your heavy stomach with one hand, your tail swishing from left to right with agitation. Once you found a comfortable place to rest— near the center of the rest, beneath three layers of silk, you sigh with relief.
"There we go," You rub your swollen stomach, feeling the little ones move inside— how many eggs were you carrying again according to Sylus? Two? Three? The numbers seemed to blur in your pregnant brain,
"Now stay still. I need to rest before your father—"
"Yes?" You hear Sylus from outside, the deep rumble of his voice seem to wake up the little ones within you, making you groan with annoyance.
3 minutes and a half was the longest time you were comfortable until it was interrupted.
He enters the cave you both call home, carrying a new bundle of silk on one hand and game on the other. Setting both aside, he approaches you and presses a soft kiss on the spot in between the horns that have emerged as an exchange of souls and promise of eternity by each other's sides, before kissing the highest point of your baby bump.
"I was resting comfortably, and then you opened your mouth and woke up our children," You roll your eyes and look away.
Sylus laughs, cupping your cheeks to face him, "It seems like I've disturbed their slumber then…"
"And mine as well."
"And yours as well," Sylus repeats and kisses her again, "How shall I make it up to my sweetie?"
You hum for a moment, placing your finger on your chin as you push Sylus off to the side to readjust yourself once more. Sylus helps, placing one hand on your back and the other lifting up your stomach,
"Careful mama," Sylus whispers softly, his voice carries heavy with absolute devotion and care, "I dont want you or the little ones getting hurt."
Your cheeks flood a bright red as you try to look away. Sylus merely laughs and helps you along until you were comfortable once more, cuddled up beside him, his hands enveloping your growing stomach. He kisses your forehead and slowly makes his way down your face until he reaches your lips. He cups your face with one hand and asks, "May I?"
You nod and he kisses you, his lips felt like a comfortable and warmth fire that slowly brings comfort to your heart. You pull away moments later, smiling at Sylus. He smiles back and rubs your stomach, the eggs shifting lower inside you, "They'll be here soon…"
"Hmm…" You nuzzle close, "Sy, we're hungry, what did you bring?"
"Goat, shall that do?"
You hum again. Sylus gets up slowly, making sure to bundle you in silks that smell like him. "Get some rest, I'll wake you up once food's ready."
"Okay…thank you, my love."
Sylus approaches the nest once more and kisses her again, "I love you, my soul."
In the silence of their cave, the fires give a gentle glow around it, Sylus kept his eyes on the cooking meat, and occasionally at a sleeping you.
When the time comes, perhaps around late winter or early spring, the clutch of dragon eggs would enter the world and you and Sylus would call yourselves parents, but for now? Perhaps husband and wife will do.
A/n: tumblr posted it again BEFORE I CAN FINISH ADDING MY AUTHOR'S NOTE😭 I CANT BELIEVE I WROTE AND POST THIS ON THIS ACC PLEASE DONT KILL ME PLEASE DONT SEND BAD THINGS TO MY ACCOUNT
