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(a bit raggedy for now, but bear with me y'all lol) 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

First Post: March 9th, 2025

Most Recent Post: March 17th, 2025

Works so Far: 8 (more otw!)

Requests Status: OPEN! (as of March 19th, 2025)

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ALL POSTS: Introduction (a little about me, what I write, what you can request, etc)

Love and Deepspace: 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

(ALL 5) - Headcannon: How they would talk to you in bed (Smut!)

(CALEB) - Kissy Face, Kissy Face (Smut!)

(SYLUS) - To Kill for Love or To Die For It? (Sad lol) 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

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How They Would Talk To You In Bed: Love and Deepspace LI’s

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Warnings: Smut, little cursing, dirty talk, mentions of cum/slightly hinted creampie’s (wrap it ‘fo you tap it yall.”)

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Caleb:

Caleb is a freak, low(high)key, so he’d be very vocal. He likes a little teasing (both giving and receiving) that is mixed with praise. Caleb loves to question you (in an EXTREMELY lewd way) and he wants you, not only to ACTUALLY answer but to question him as-well, not in a doubtful way, but in a reassuring (-ly lewd) way. He just wants to hear a self proclamation of your love and pleasure like he self-proclaims his. Nearing his climax, he’d absolutely LOVE reassurance from you that HE is YOURS—compared to the more commonly used (by male LI's) “you are mine”—, It’d make him cum so hard. HE knows you’re his, YOU know you’re his, and even though HE knows he’s yours, he wants to be told by you over and over again. He wants you to willingly claim him out of your own desire, not just because he claims you. Another thing I think he (his freaky ass) would LOVE is talking to your pussy. He relishes in the way the blush creeps up your cheeks and you get so shy, trying to hide your face from him (which he definitely wouldn't allow). He knows it drives you and her (your pussy) crazy, he can tell by how wet you're getting, how your legs shake subtly. Afterall, he knows his girls so well.

• "Hear that, baby? She's talking to me. She's begging me to fuck her so good, remind her who she belongs to."

• "Look at it, baby. Look how she's taking me so well. Look at how pretty she looks suckin' in my cock? All for you, right? No one else. They can't take it from you, I won't let them."

• "No, no. Don't hide. I want to see your pretty face when I make you cum all over my cock, yeah?"

• "I'm yours, baby, only yours. Let me show you, hm? Let me fuck my cum so deep in you and show you. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

• "So quiet now, are you, Pipsqeak? You were so mouthy earlier, now all I can hear is your pussy swallowing my fingers. How 'bout a few pretty moans for me? Let me know how good I'm making you feel."

Zayne:

Contrary to his seemingly less talkative nature, Zayne is actually quite vocal in bed (in terms of using actual words to express himself). Don’t get me wrong, he LOVES to moan and groan in your ear, your pussy always clenches so tight around him when he does, but he would LOVE to praise you (and receive a little for himself). His reputation as a medical professional requires him to be VERY specific which definitely translates well in the bedroom. His comments are always so specific, making you feel so seen. He tells you EXACTLY what he likes and EXACTLY how and why you’re doing so good. He'll throw in a few questions here and there, genuinely curious on how to make every time even better for you both. One last thing he'd include (mainly in foreplay) is some sexual observations he'd researched (he just wants to make you feel the best he can)

• “You’re taking me so well, My Love, always making me feel so good. Do you like to see me like this? Falling apart right above you?”

• "I love when you clench around me. Do it again and again. Yes~ Like that. You’re always such a good girl for me.”

• "Do you like kissing my neck that much? I like it too.”

• "Is it alright if I kiss you here? I think it could be another erogenous zone for you. Oh~ you must like it. Don’t worry, My Love, I won’t stop.”

• "Deep breaths, My Love, it could make your orgasm more powerful. Would you like to try that? I want you to enjoy yourself.”

Sylus:

Firstly, let me just start off by saying Sylus is EXTREMLY sensitive and reactive to your touch (*cough* Innocent Birdcage *cough*). I just know this man is a TRUE SWITCH but, anyway, anyway, He talks a little here and there, mostly about how good it feels, how close he is, where he wants you to touch him, how he wants you to touch him, and a little praise sprinkled in between, but, overall it’s mostly moans, groans, mewls, whimpers, and pants as he loses himself in the pleasure given to him by you. He can’t help how his head throws back or hangs low and his face scrunches up in ecstasy, eyes closed as he loses himself. He craves your touch all over his body, any and everywhere you can. Truthfully, he cums multiple times (atleast 2-3) every time you two make love. Majority of the time, he's a mewling, moaning mess, but he'll throw in a couple words every now and again. On the rare occasion though, he'd throw in a snide question (which he is genuinely asking, it's not rhetorical lol, so, definitely answer that, *cough* Nightly Rendezvous *cough*).

• "Are you teasing me? That's not very nice of you, Sweetie."

• “Have you forgotten how good I made you feel last time? It’s okay, Kitten. I don’t mind reminding you.”

• “I love being inside you this way. The two of us, becoming one, it’s my favorite thing. After all, we are true kindred spirits.”

• “What a pretty kitten you are. Does it feel good? Is that why you’re purring? My, my, kitten, you look ravishing.”

• “I want to look into your darling eyes when I cum inside you. Do you want that, sweetheart? Tell me you want that. Tell me you want me. Tell me who’s making you feel this good.”

Xavier:

Xavier is quite different from the rest of the bunch; not that he doesn’t talk or moan, but he does prefer to listen to you mostly. You just sound so pretty pinned beneath him. He absolutely LOVES to kiss, (*cough* Nightly Rendezvous *cough*), so his mouth is pretty occupied most of the time. But on occasion, he does enjoy dropping ‘comments’ (for lack of better terms), a little bit of praise, a few questions to reassure him, and lastly, the cherry on top, a few soft commands. Majority of his “bedroom sounds” is just the wet sounds of kissing, and a few pants/deep breaths to keep him grounded in the pleasure. But he is a sucker for eye contact, especially when he’s commenting on how good you feel.

• “Put your legs around my waist. I can get deeper that way.”

• “Oh! Right there~ It feels so good. I don’t think I can hold it much longer.”

• “Don’t stop, I’m almost there. I want to fill you up. I want to fuck it deeper into you. No! Don’t turn away. If you turn away, I’ll stop.”

• “Do you like when I touch you here? Or maybe you prefer… here. Is that why you bite your lip?”

• “You’re doing good, yes, please, more. Just like that and I’ll cum.”

Rafayel:

Oh boy. Rafayel is a bit of a wild card in my opinion, depending on his mood. He’s definitely a switch (from being a bratty sub ( *cough* Gem Affection *cough*) to a crybaby top (*cough* Tailwag Moment *cough*) to a soft dom, (*cough* Tipsy Evasion and Intertidal Zone *cough*), so his sounds do fluctuate, but when he’s a soft dom, they mostly range between: subtle praise, teasing, taunting questions, and snide comments. When he’s a crybaby top, he loves to moan and mewl but he also can’t help apologizing, he doesn’t mean to cum so fast, or grip you too hard, or to be too rough and incontrollable when he loses himself in how good you feel. As for being a bratty sub, oh boy, does he live to tease you. He pokes fun at your methods; how lightly you’re touching him, how you could tie him down tighter, how you could fuck him harder. He comments on your wavering confidence with a cocky smirk, but it’s all in good fun. He’d never actually say anything demeaning or something that would hurt your feelings (he’d cry if he ever did, oh no🥺, poor baby would be in shambles), but he’d poke just enough to see how much rougher you can get. He just wants to build your confidence in yourself, he knows you’re capable of putting him in his place (just the way he likes), and he wants you to know it too.

• (Bratty Sub): “C’mon, Princess, You can fuck me harder than that. I know you can.”

• (Bratty Sub): “Growing bolder, I see. I didn’t expect that from you. Oh? A punishment? Maybe that’s what I wanted in the first place.”

• (Crybaby Top): “I’m sorry, Princess. I didn’t mean to cum so soon. I can’t help it, you just make me feel too good.”

• (Crybaby Top): “I’ve been good, I’ve been so good for you I swear. Please… please let me cum inside you again. Just one more time.”

• (Soft Dom): “You’re getting wetter and wetter, like ocean waves. I like that.”

• (Soft Dom) “Yes, touch me, just like that. Gently, up and down. Ah yes~ So obedient for me. Maybe I should give you a reward. Would you like that? I knew you would, Princess.”

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Kinda debating how much I like this, but yeah, they all freaks lowkey. Next up is probably more ships, but I definitely have some more (smut) ideas brewing😏 as always, feel free to send in any requests!~😌🫶🏽💙

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Selca Ship/Matchup for:

@moonlight-yuyu 💜

Author’s Note: Hello thank you so much for requesting and for your kinds words!~~ I hope you enjoy it!~~🥹🥹💜💜🫶🏽🫶🏽

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In The Boyz I ship you with: Sangyeon!

Firstly, wow, in those first two pics you are totally giving Princess Aurora vibes and he would ADORE that. It's something that immediately catches his eye. The way the soft blue complements your pale skin. The way your brown hair cascades down your back. The rosy tint on your cheeks, and especially your beautiful hooded eyes. Not gonna lie, he'd be mesmerized. I think he'd like someone like that, with a slight delicate look to their features, it would complement his more masculine features. He loves your visuals because they are so fairytale like!

As for Ateez, I ship you with: Yunho!

Yunho is a little similar to Sangyeon, they both have prominent facial features which would blend well with your softer ones. Yunho likes cute things, and you'd definitely be one of them. He loves the soft outline of your face, as well as the way gentle colors complement your skin. It would mix well with his, but would still be slightly different because of his more pronounced features and paler skin. I think he prefers a more natural look (like colors and makeup) on people so he can see their beauty in all its glory, and your cooler undertone and russet brown hair would suit that. It'd be refreshing to him.

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HAI HAI HAI!!!

Can I request some a written matchup? If you're open <3(I just wanna double check jdhsdjjsah)

(ps pin your introduction so people can easily see it!)

Of course you can! My asks are open so feel free to send one in as I make my way down the list!~~🫶🏽🫶🏽🩷🩷

(Also tysm🤣🤣❤️❤️❤️ I just did lolol❤️❤️🫶🏽)

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WRITTEN SHIP/ MATCHUP REQUEST for:

@tillichan : Requested a Written Love and Deepspace Matchup.

Thank you so much for requesting!! I hope you enjoy it!~~🫶🏽🥹💙

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In Love and Deepspace, I ship you with: Zayne (ironically lol).

Firstly, Zayne absolutely adores you. You both share a lot of common characteristics but are still different enough not to clash or overwhelm each other. Instead, you complement and complete one another.

Zayne would love your blue eyes, always feeling a calm, soothing sensation—like a quiet lake—every time he peers into them. He’d be a sucker for dimples, always doing his best to make you smile just so he can see them. He thinks they’re so adorable, and he feels accomplished when he sees them because they’re a sign that you’re happy—meaning he’s made you happy.

He’d like your height—not too tall and not too short—right in the middle, perfect for him to lean down and kiss you.

He’d value your patience and peaceful nature a lot because he values his as well. It’s a difficult thing to obtain and maintain, so he’d be eternally grateful that you always remain so calm. As for comfort, Zayne (even though he hides it well) can get overwhelmed easily, and he’d cherish you as his escape. He’d always feel so loved and heard whenever you comfort him, which would definitely deepen his feelings for you.

He loves your empathy. He feels like being around you improves his own empathetic abilities, which he often has to showcase at the hospital with his patients. He’d always think of you when treating them—wondering what you would say in a situation like this, what words of comfort you would offer. He feels warmth spreading through his body in these moments, and he always thinks to himself, “Am I… in love?”

Zayne would love to contribute to your peaceful life—reading books with you, buying you new houseplants and gardening together, taking relaxing walks while holding your hand, and even listening to you read or talk about your book lore. He’s also the type to sit or lie next to you, quietly reading his own book, but sparing a glance at you every now and then—smiling as he sees you engrossed in your reading.

He’d also love to play chess with you, claiming it “keeps his brain sharp” (even though he keeps losing, lol). He’d enjoy your calmer hobbies, even participating in them—like learning languages or horseback riding—but as for dancing, he leaves that up to you. However, he LOVES to watch you and tell you how amazing you are and how proud he is of you. He’d commend your skills, always praising your talents—not in an overbearing way, but in a supportive way.

He’d love your vegetarian diet, as well as your attempts to try vegan options and eat healthily, since he knows how important food choices are. He’d always recommend new foods, send you things he saw online, or even research new restaurants to take you to. He loves natural foods (especially sweet ones), so he’d always grab some for you and invite you to read or watch a movie with him.

Zayne thinks it’s funny how you don’t like the cold or snow since his EVOL is ice. He’d always make you a small, pretty, intricate snowflake or snowman—just to show he’s thinking about you (and to tease you a bit sometimes), but he’d never take it to far and subject you to the cold since he knows you don’t favor it, though, he absolutely adores draping his coat over your shoulders when you get cold. He especially loves taking your small hands in his, rubbing them together and sharing his warmth.

He loves the way you love animals, and he’d enjoy taking you to places that involve them—like cat cafés, the zoo, or the aquarium—just to see your face light up and your dimples poke through your cheeks.

Though he remains serious and a little stoic most of the time, it would always crack him up how you don’t know how to swim or ride a bike.

“You can dance, learn languages, play pro chess, play some instruments, AND ride a horse… but you struggle to ride a bike…?”

He’d be dumbfounded, pointing it out from time to time just to laugh at your big blue eyes peering up at him in annoyance.

“How about a bike ride? The weather is nice this time of year.”

All in all, Zayne is head over heels in love. You bring out his youth—something he had to forgo early since he focused so much on academics and his job at the hospital. His heart swells every time he sees you, finding no flaw in you, inside or out. It’s like encountering an angel—there’s nothing he doesn’t love about you.

You two would honestly look like a prince and princess together. 💙🤍

(Some Zayne pics (From Pinterest) cuz why not lol)

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Selca Ship Request for: @aeriscallanga 💜💜

Request: Hello! Can I have a selca ship for ATEEZ and Love and Deepspace? Thanks!

Authors Note: Of course you can!! Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy it!❤️🫶🏽🌺

(P.S, you are so adorrrbbbss!~~🥹🥹🩷🩷🫶🏽🫶🏽)

(Some gifs/pics from Pinterest so, credit to the original creators there!~❤️)

For Ateez, I ship you with: Yunho and/Or Seonghwa!🩷

Yunho: Firstly, let me just start by saying Yunho would ADORE you! He thinks you are so beautiful, like a princess. He loves the way the blush brightens your plump cheeks. He loves the defined curvature of your nose, and he absolutely loves your big, downturned eyes. Yunho appreciates cute things, and your bunny-like visuals would definitely compliment his puppy-like visuals. You and Yunho would definitely be an adorable match, a couple that everyone regards as "So cute!" His pale complexion would highlight your slightly tanner one, which would blend well with his. He’d love looking down (cuz lets be real, 95% of us are shorter than him💀) and seeing your face, it always makes him smile.

SEONGHWA: As for Seonghwa, firstly, he would be absolutely head over heels in love. He appreciates the bold gentleness of your beauty and can't stop the awe that overcomes him everytime he see's you. He LOVES your cute round cheeks and big, brown eyes. Your features would compliment his well because he also has bold, yet gentle features that contribute to his beauty (for example, your straight brows that resemble his). You both complement each other, but don't overshadow one another. I think he would fawn over you a lot, always smiling when he sees your face, you just remind him of his cute little plushies! Along with his features, your slightly more tan complexion would complement his tanner complexion extremely well. He’d always be pinching your cheeks or planting soft kisses on your features out of appreciation!

As for Love and Deepspace, I completely ship you with Rafayel. He’d be head over heels for you, convinced you are pure art. He’d appreciate the color of your makeup and how it compliments your skin so well, always either watching you with love in his offers or offering to help you do it. He’d also love to get you his feedback on makeup looks and colors that would suit you well. Along with putting his 2 cents in on your makeup, he’d give anything to paint/sketch you. He thinks you’ve walked out of a museum, with sculpture worthy features, which would only add to how eccentrically beaut he found d you. He’d always be stealing a glance at your face, or tracing the outline of your features with his fingertips, they’re just so enticing to him.

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Kissy Face, Kissy Face (NSFW, 18+)

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Summary: You beg Caleb to let you test a few lipstick colors on him, trying to see if they’re transfer proof, his jealousy makes an appearance, but he knows exactly how to fix it (freaky ass🤣).

Warnings: Smut (25% other, 75% smut be aware), P in V sex, cumming (male) inside (female) (wrap it before you tap it yall), fingering (fem receiving), mentions of female genitalia, mentions of male genitalia, mentions of panty sniffing, mentions of masturbation, one mention of pubic hair, cursing, a little dumbification (if you squint real hard), Lots of dirty Talk (Caleb a freak), slight yandere Caleb (if you squint real hard), mentions of jealousy, possessiveness, and indirectly mentioned manipulation.

Word Count: 4.3k (A little long? Maybe not.)

*picture from Pinterest (though I did add the kiss marks myself!), full credit to the lovely creators!❤️*

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Really.

He just can’t fathom the thought of those two letters leaving his mouth and seeing the heartbreak painted on your face at the mere sound. He knows that half the things he allows you to do will always leave him with the bad end of the stick, but he doesn’t mind that.

He never does.

It’s all worth it in the end because he gets to spend time with you and hear your angelic voice as you blabber about whatever. He gets to inhale every sweet scent that flows from your frame, always seeming to float their way into his vicinity and permeate his nostrils; body wash, lotions, perfumes, shampoos, you name it, he loves it, craves it even. Every scent has him paralyzed momentarily, ignoring the rest of the world and honing in on you.

But what truly makes it all worth it is the smile on your face and knowing that smile is all his doing, no one else's. It’s one of the best feelings in the world to him. He's a fiend for seeing your teeth gleam from a smile laced with joy, so when you came to him, big puppy eyes pleading with him to help you with this trivial matter, how could he ever say no?

“Please, Caleb! Please!! It would only take a few minutes!”

His teasing nature was so irresistible, he was so tempted to say ‘no,’ just to rile you up, not because he’d ever truly mean it, just because he wanted to see your pretty pink lips pout at the utterance of his refusal.

“Why should I? I don’t think I want to sit here and be covered in your lipstick smudges, Pipsqueak. You know how long that’ll take to scrub off? Absolutely not!” He scoffs, faux annoyance playing at his words.

There it was, a 'no,' Indirect, but present nevertheless. He’d give in soon, though, the pressure simmering beneath his skin. You knew it and he knew it, all he needed was a little… push, something that would strike a nerve, and you knew exactly how to do that.

Your hand extended to the left end of the couch where, right next to it, lay your makeup bag. Reaching inside, you pulled out one of the many red lipsticks huddled in the pouch, speaking softly as you popped the cap and coated the silky red paint on your lips.

“C’mon, Caleb. I want to see which of these lipstick’s is transfer proof. I don’t want to go from Marilyn Monroe to Ronald McDonald after kissing a guy just cuz I chose the wrong one. So, be a doll and help a girl out, will you?~”

Oh, you’ve done it now. You can see the grimace that spreads across his face, the clench that positions itself in his jaw, and if you squint your eyes hard enough, you can even see the slight twitch in his nimble fingers.

Unmistakingly, Caleb loved to tease you, a little too much, but boy, the man cannot take what he dishes out. You were well aware that the fastest way to get to him, the path to the fulfillment of all your desires, was to travel through his jealous nature. He’d tried working on it, he really did, but it was futile. He couldn't bear the thought of you with another man, let alone kissing him! If another guy so much as breathed in your direction, he’d get overly jealous; why is he trying to get you to notice him? Why is your attention needed elsewhere? Is he not enough for you? Isn't your gaze only for him? His brows furrowed as his mind ran rampant imagining the sight of someone's disgusting lips kissing what is his. The thought clear torture to him.

No!

He won’t stand for it.

Your lips are only for him. No one else. His fingers curl into a fist as he caves, the thoughts brought on by the delayed approval a result of his own mistake.

“5 minutes.” His eyes burned into you, he wasn’t mad, no, never that. Just jealous beyond compare.

The smile that spread across your red lips practically split your face in half.

Bingo.

You jumped into his arms, kissing his cheek as you did so.

“Okay, so, not this one! I didn’t like it anyway, too much of an orange undertone.” You remark, noticing the reddish kiss mark on the side of his face.

“Sit,” you demand, wiping the color on your lips off with the back of your hand and fetching another out of your bag. He complies, wordlessly, eyes peering into your soul.

“That one was… Flirt Alert, nice, nice. Next one is… Cherry Pie.” You straddle his lap and coat the new lipstick on, softly planting another kiss on his cheek after your done. The jealous tension falls from his face, welcoming your lips with a newfound lax expression.

“Not this one.” You say again, tossing it back into the makeup bag.

“How about… Vampira?" Absentmindedly, you pull the collar of his shirt to use as a rag to wipe off the Cherry Pie that's on your lips, an odd habit for you, but he doesn't object, opting to stay quiet as he studies every ethereal feature on your face, especially as you coat the Vampira on and lean to the side to kiss his jawbone. "Ooh, bold, I like it! But, unfortunately, she's another dud.” Much like the previous two, this one transfers as well. Caleb tries, but his mind can't seem to focus enough to be a good little guinea pig for your experiment right now, too hazy after inhaling the sweet smell of your perfume. To out of it after feeling the soft sensation of your kiss, large hands resting snugly on the small of your back as you shift through the makeup bag once more.

“Wine stain?” You ask, holding it up for Caleb to see. He hums, hearing your words, yet unable to decode their meaning. His eyes softer now, staring at you with an unknown twinkle glimmering in his irises. The twinkle thats doing it's best to conceal the tent pitching in his jeans, his tip chafing against the soft fabric of his briefs, creating tiny shocks of pleasure that make him grow.

That’s right. Caleb is loving this. Why wouldn’t he? You’re right above him, so darling and beautiful, kissing his cheeks, his jaw bone and littering kisses along his neck. He’s trying his best to hide it, carefully adjusting the uncomfortableness in his pants every time you look away to grab another lipstick, but it’s getting too much to handle. He’s so close, yet so far, from feeling oh so good.

“Too purple under-toned.” You say, wiping off the Wine Stain on Caleb’s shirt. “Hey,” You call, noticing that you’re beginning to run out of space to litter more kisses. “Take off your shirt, I need more space. We still have a lot more to go.” Your fist thumps playfully against his chest, a silent urge for him to follow your command.

A devious smile overtakes his features. “Just kiss me on my lips then.” He uses the index finger of his free hand to tap twice on his bottom lip, his tantalizing stare enticing you and sending a tingle right down to your core.

“N-no,” You can’t help that your confident demeanor falters, he’s just so… bold and so… handsome. You’d never admit it out loud, but you never noticed it much until now, his large frame under you and his face so close to yours. “That’d make it too weird…”

“Oh and me stripping down and you kissing me so softly doesn’t?” He doesn’t mean to inch his face closer to yours or to inch closer to making his feelings known, he just can’t hold back anymore. He’s waited so long for you… to be this close to you. Waited so long for your kisses, and your touch. It’s making him… feel something.

You don’t answer, instead, you use your finger to trace over the toned muscles of his torso. He’s so… sexy. You can’t even meet his eyes again as you paint on the fourth lipstick; Seductive Scarlett.

It’s a pretty, ruby red. Not quite the look you’re going for, but when you kiss him again, it’s pretty flush against his skin. You can’t help but plant a few more kisses down his body, you just want to feel it a little more, to get the tiniest hint of what he tastes like.

He’s relishing in the tenderness of your kisses, smile and boner growing. Using his free hand, he reaches over into your makeup bag and pulls out a tube.

Bringing your face level to his, he cups your cheek, tauntingly waving a lipstick in front of you. "How 'bout… Candy Apple?"

Goodness, he’s so sexy. You can feel a warm sensation pooling between your legs, the soft friction of your panties teasing you as they rub against your sensitive clit.

“O-okay… yeah, let’s try that.” Is all you can muster up as the pad of his thumb swipes across your lips, removing the previous lipstick. He paints the new color on you so gently, holding your face as he does so. Oh, how he wants to ravish you in this moment. You look so pretty, all dolled up, just for him.

“Kiss me on my lips this time,” He whispers, his breath hot against the skin of your neck.

You want to hesitate, to think to yourself ‘No! This is Caleb, my best friend since childhood!' but that doesn’t come. All that sits in your brain is the sight of his pleased face as your lips crash against his.

The taste of his lips is sweet, like apple flavored chapstick. They’re so soft and malleable as you bite down lightly on his bottom lip, eliciting a low groan from him.

His hand pushes your body towards his, and you moan into his mouth as the tent in his pants grinds against your covered clit.

Oh, how he loves this, his hips bucking up in between your legs as he moans in your mouth.

You thought about kissing someone else tonight? No, no, no, dear. You’re his to kiss. Only his.

He holds your body tight against him as he flips you over, your back hitting the couch and him hovering above you, ravaging you with his kisses.

This is what you wanted right? To make him jealous? Well they’ll be no more of that. He’s determined to show you why he’ll never get jealous again. He promises this time. Because, why would he ever be jealous again when he’s going to make you his? Right here, right now. No more following you around like a little puppy, waiting for you to see that he’s the right one—no, the only one— for you. No more giving random men the scare of their life if he so much as catches them with you—no wonder none of your dates ever texted you back. It was all his fault—. But you don’t need to know that, a secret just for him.

His kisses trail down your neck and collarbones, imitating the way you did him earlier, leaving the pretty red lipstick that you so generously left on his lips decoratively over your skin. His soft fingers hook into the thin straps of your dress and glides them down your shoulders, bunching the floral fabric of the ensemble at your waist. His bulge is in between your legs, grinding oh so deliciously right where you need him most. Straightening his back, he takes in the beautiful sight of your desperate form. Don’t worry, he’ll give you just what you need.

“You know,” He begins, swiping his thumb across his lips to remove the remaining lipstick. “Candy Apple is so perfect on you, baby. I think that’s your color, yeah?” His vocal tone is so taunting, knowing exactly how wet its making you.

Half of you is screaming, 'What a slut!' As the wetness between your legs drenches the midsection of your panties, but the other half of you is so desperate to feel him inside you. This is what you wanted. Your plan, albeit a bit unpredictable, worked. You’d riled Caleb up enough, feigned innocence at the mention of kissing another man, knowing that would be just what tipped him over the edge. There would never be another man. How could it when someone as perfect as Caleb was relentless about you? Pining after you day and night? But you couldn’t dare to give in too easy, you couldn’t let him know just how much everything he did affected you. Because then, then he’d have won. No can do, you needed to be the winner of this game. You needed to get him to break first. And who knew, with a plan so simple, you'd do just that.

“Caleb,” You call, urging him on as you place your hands on his toned biceps.

“I know, baby, I know,” He coos, unzipping his jeans and taking out his erect cock.

Oh my, it was so fucking pretty. Just the perfect length and a perfect width, accompanied by a small patch of short, wispy, black hairs resting at the base, scrunched under his tensed hand that smeared milky pre cum from his muted soft pink tip all the way down his veiny cock, only making your pussy wetter.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, hm? You want that, don’t you, Pipsqueak? That’s why you’re soaking wet for me, yeah? I can tell.” His head cocked to the side as he poked the tip of his length right at your clothed entrance, rubbing it so slowly up and down your sopping cunt. Oh, he was such an asshole.

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment. Yes, fuck, yes, OF COURSE, all you wanted was his pretty cock to fuck your brains in, since you must’ve been out of your damn mind mentioning another man around him. But dammit, you didn’t want to give in, give him the upper hand at teasing you. But that’s too bad, cuz that’s exactly what he wanted. He would stop being jealous, he promises, only, ONLY, if he could make you his. And what better way to do that than to fuck your pretty pussy full of his cum. Surely that’d be good enough right? Good enough to remind you who you belong to? Who you’ll always belong to?

You tried to turn you face, avoid his eyes, but he roughly cupped your cheeks before you could, ensuring your eyes met his, filled with malicious intent.

“Go ahead, ask me so sweetly, baby. Ask me to fuck your pretty pussy so good, and I just might, yeah? I just might let you cum all over my cock. Make it yours, hm?”

Shit.

How could you resist? A pulse of ecstasy washed over your clit, causing you to gush out another wave of wetness. You needed him. You needed him inside of you now.

“Please, Caleb, please fuck me. Please fuck my pussy so good.”

That was all the confirmation he needed; you wanted this just as much as he did. A proud grin flashed across his face as he slowly peeled off your panties.

Fuck him and his stupid snail speed.

But don't blame him, he needed to savour this moment. If it was gone too soon, where's the fun in that? No, no, no, he can't have that.

His fingertips dance across your stomach, tracing intricate patterns as they made their way down, halting at the top of your thigh. He watches you, like a lion watches a gazelle, making sure your eyes are fixed on him as he brings his middle and ring finger up to his mouth. His fingers push past his lips, slathering them with a large glob of saliva. Slowly, he slips them out and lowers them down to your clit, careful not to waste a drop. Your breath hitches as he plunges his saliva coated digits in your slick, rubbing it up and down your pussy, mixing it so lewdly, getting it so messy for him.

"You're so pretty, you know that? Your pussy's so pretty." Oh damn, his voice was so low and sensual, reverberating straight down in your core.

You nodded your head, reeling from desire and embarrassment. You tried to trail your hand down to direct his hand, to silently urge him to touch you more, make you cum so hard, but he stopped you, interlocking your fingers with his.

"Tsk. No, no, baby. I’ll make you cum soon. Right when I want you too.”

Feather light circles were traced on your clit, over and over, making your head spin. It was so subtle, not enough to make you cum, but just enough to get you wetter for him. He enjoyed this, seeing your body unravel before him.

It’s only right.

Your body is his and his only.

Carefully, his middle finger slides down from your clit and penetrates your entrance, enticing a loud moan of yours to fill the room.

His fingers feel so foreign, yet so familiar.

Did you fantasize about him when you masturbated, dreaming that his hand could replace your own and get you off at lightening speed? Of course, but you never thought that those fantasies could come to life.

Warmness trickles down your spine and engulfs your wet cunt as he adds another finger, your pussy squelching loudly at the intrusion.

“Hear that, baby? She wants me. That why she’s so fuckin’ wet for me. She wants me to fuck her like she deserves. She's such a pretty pussy.” The lewd way he personifies your pussy turns you on even more, practically making you cum on the spot. But you maintain your composure, you have to, you have a reward to claim; Caleb told you that you could cum all around his cock, ‘make it yours’ he said. And that’s exactly what you plan to do.

He curls his fingers inside of you, fingertips grazing the soft sponginess of your insides, lightly presses against your G-Spot, causing your body to tremble. All the while, he never takes his persistent eyes off of you, maintaining deeply intimate eye contact as he watches your face contort in pleasure.

“Fuck,” You breathe, eyes screwing shut at the waves of pleasure that roll over you. “When are you gonna fuck me, Caleb?” Your voice is delicate, laced with pure need. You don’t mean to be so direct, so adamant about what you want—no, what you need—, but it just feels too good. If this is the way he makes you feel from just his fingers, imagine how good his cock would make you feel. He can sense it. It’s so evident; how you want him to ravish you in a way only he can. He absolutely loves it. This is way better than jerking off with your panties, stroking his cock so achingly slow as he draws in a deep exhale, chasing your scent. It always made him cum so hard, the dulled scent of your pussy like a pheromone to him. But now, he doesn’t have to do that anymore. Now he has the real thing, the real scent, the real taste of your pussy as he slowly pulls out his fingers and sucks the wetness from them, eyes practically rolling back in his head at the taste, sending him into a frenzy.

Fuck. This was so much better, a thousand times better than sniffing your panties. This was you, the real you, and that’s exactly what he needed. He can never go without it again.

“You’re so impatient, baby.” He chuckles, sliding the head of his cock up and down your slick cunt. He leans in close, covering your face in butterfly kisses as he lines the tip up with your hole. If this is what you want, he’ll give it to you. He’ll be the only one to give it to you. “Don’t worry, baby,” He says, pushing it in so slow, stuffing you full of his fat cock, your mouth parting in ecstasy. “Fuck, I am too.” He tries to keep a gentle pace for you, he can’t fuck you too stupid yet. No, you’re not ready for that. But it’s so difficult to keep his promise to himself; the promise that WHEN—not ‘IF’, but 'WHEN'— he finally, finally got to fuck you, he’d take it so painstakingly slow. Draw it out so long, cherish every second. Spend hours and hours making you feel so good, make love to you. But damn, was that difficult. Right here, in this moment, on this couch, all he wanted to do was claim you as his.

He gives you the quickest second to adjust to his length, stopping momentarily after pushing in inch after inch until he bottoms out, hips reluctantly stuttering to a stop. He just has to catch his breath for a second, get used to your tight pussy sucking him in, clenching around him and begging to be fucked, any way he likes.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” He groans, panting into the crook of your neck, littering kisses and red and purples flowers along the area. His hips rock steadily into your squelching pussy, and goodness, does he moan like a pornstar.

He doesn’t care who could hear him, all he cares is that you hear him., loud and clear. Hear how good you’re making him feel, how good he’s making you feel.

Your nails claw at his broad back, trying hard to restrain yourself from letting your orgasm take over. You just want to feel him for a bit, let him fuck your pussy real good, like she deserves.

Missionary is a favorite for him, seeing your pretty face as you try so hard to contain your pleasure, but it’s not his absolute favorite.

No, that comes when he places his large hands on the back of your thighs, pushing up until he’s sure your knees are touching your shoulders.

His teeth gleam under the dim lighting, he’s such a smug bastard about this.

“Just wanna get as deep as I can, baby. You want that right?” His veiny cocks pushes deeper into you, stretching you out oh so good. The feeling incomparable to your own feeble attempts at fingering yourself. His hips take on a faster pace, thrusting into you with impatient desire.

He tried the best he could, to at least try and slow down, but he just needed to cum as soon as possible, needed to make YOU cum as soon as possible.

He loved teasing you, but while doing so, he was indirectly teasing himself.

Your legs, knees still hunched up to your chest, were thrown over his shoulders, his body weight pinning you down, making sure your tight pussy can’t escape the brutal bullying of his needy cock. He couldn’t have that, no, not after you begged him so sweetly to fuck you so good.

His fingers interlocked with yours, pushing them above your head.

Even his lips were pinned on yours, nipping at the soft flesh and moaning into your mouth, raspy, desperate moans.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum. Feels too good baby. Your pussy's so fuckin' good baby.” His cock pulsed inside you, stroking your soft walls with the strained flesh, alerting you to his forthcoming release. You felt so full, so cockdrunk as he pounded into your cunt, claiming it as his once and for all.

“Tell me it’s mine and I’ll let you come,” He panted, over and over. His jealous nature slipping through the cracks, but you didn’t care. This is what you wanted. You wanted him to stop all the bullshitting. Stop all the restraining and fuck you dumb. Any girl in her right mind knew that lipstick was going to transfer. The only way to be sure to get a set lip color, one that wouldn't transfer, is by using a lip stain, that way, you can kiss, suck, and lick all you want and still have pretty red lips at the end of the night. Every girl knew. But not Caleb. No, he didn’t know that this was all part of your plan. All just a scheme to get him to lose control of his jealousy and fuck you like a man, and that he did.

“Yes! Yes! It’s yours, Caleb, this pussy is yours,” You moan, your orgasm bordering on the edge, and when you feel the thick spurts of Caleb’s cum painting your walls, your body trembles uncontrollably as a powerful orgasm rips through you. Your toes curl as you finally get to cum around your new possession. The arch in your back is almost painful the way he has you cumming so good. Deep, guttural groans from him sing in your ear as your tight pussy clenches and pulses around him, sucking him in deeper and claiming what’s yours.

Chasing the aftershocks of his orgasm, his hips rut into you, determined to pump you full of his cum, careful not to spill a drop.

“You know, baby,” Caleb begins, running a hand through his ruffled black hair that had fallen over his face in the heat of your passion. He pushes against the couch, drawing away from your body, yet he doesn't pull out. Why should he? When he's nestled deep in what's his, plugging it full of his creamy, possessive cum. Beads of sweat form on his forehead when he raises himself to hover above you. He reaches just above your head, picking up the lipstick tube that rolled over to the corner of the couch and twists it around in his fingers, examining the design. “I think we have a winner.”

Unbeknownst to him, they were all winners in your heart.

Stepping stones that brought you to this moment.

“Candy Apple it is,” You pant, breathlessly, as you prop yourself up on your elbows and take the tube from him.

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Caleb's too freaky, I thought of at least 5 other freaky ideas to write about him just writing this. The freakiest of the 5, fr. Anyways, sorry if there's any spelling/grammar errors, I gave up trying to find em halfway through, but you get the gist.

Next up is either Zayne, Rafayel or and OT5 reaction/headcannon!❤️🫶🏽

Please feel free to send requests!💜🫶🏽

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To Kill For Love… Or To Die For It?

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Summary: (Vague because I don’t want to spoil the story) Sylus’ curse finally awakens before you but he’s known how to fix it all along.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Mentions of Knife/Blade/Dagger, Mentions of Death.

Word Count: 1.3k

*pictures from Pinterest, so full credit to the amazing creators!❤️*

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“Stop it, please!” You’re begging him, hot tears streaming down your red cheeks as your grip on the blade begins to falter. The more you try to fight him, the more he seems to win, countering your strength, that of a feeble kitten, with his; the strength of a dragon simmering beneath the surface.

His crimson-red eyes are burning into your frame; you can’t quite see them, your vision is blurred by tears, but you can feel them. The Aether core hidden behind his eye pulses, transforming his glowing red iris into a ring of fire.

His large fist bangs inches away from your head, landing against the cold black floor and sending enough vibration through the ground to shake the tears from your eyes, allowing you to finally see his face. His expression is strained, grayish brows furrowed in a fight, soft pink lips blotched with teeth marks.

He’s struggling.

He always has been.

He always will be.

Every second that he’s in your vicinity, the struggle grows.

Growing and growing until it’s unbearable for him.

Until the thin thread that he’s used to hold on for so long finally snaps, unleashing everything he’s tried for centuries to hold back.

This cycle repeats—over and over, never-ending.

A losing fight that will never be won.

A fight only you two face, a mortifying battle that reveals the winners are the true losers in the end.

“Sylus, please! Please, you don’t have to do this! Please don’t do this!” Your pleas fall on deaf ears. But in his eye, the one not coveting the Aether core, you swear you see a fleeting flash, an out-of-reach glimpse of the man you love, trying with all his might to be seen.

His posture wavers for the slightest millisecond, causing him to drop his head.

“Have…to…k-k…” A hoarse voice leaves his throat; it’s gruff and low, filled with determination.

He’s got you pinned down, encased in his burly frame.

There is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

A thousand suns are incomparable to the scorching heat radiating off of his body, threatening to burn right through you.

The blade of the dagger rattles, trembling between your grasp and his.

You flail your limbs about, scratching the sleeves of his black button-up and doing your best to use the heels of your feet to push him off you, but it’s as if he doesn’t even notice.

Or maybe, he doesn’t care.

“STOP IT!” You scream, his body getting lower and lower, closer and closer to yours.

The only separation between you and him is the dagger you’re trying so desperately to hold back. To fight off for just a second longer.

Why is he doing this?

That’s all that clouds your mind right now.

Can’t he see that you love him?

That you’d live and die for him.

His body drops towards you more, each millimeter the harrowing difference between life and death.

“Do it. Do it now!” His words are choked, holding back the power fighting to be unleashed.

He can feel it, overtaking his bones.

The hand resting on the side of your head finds its way to your hair, scrunching the locks in his palm and bringing your forehead closer to him.

He wants you to do it.

He needs you to do it.

But that doesn’t mean he wants you to see.

The tip of the dagger pierces his shirt and digs its way into his skin, the first drop of blood landing on your stomach. The weight of one drop feeling like a boulder.

Your fist bangs against his chest, pushing against him, trying to stop his weight from lowering down on the blade.

“Please!” You cry out, scrunching your eyes closed in despair.

Why…

Why this curse?

Why me?

Why… him?

“It’s okay,” His eyes flutter shut, nose burying in your hair, inhaling your scent for the last time.

He can feel the urge getting stronger, surging under his skin.

The urge… to kill you.

His inhaling becomes louder, deeper.

The nimble fingers tangled in your hair grip your locks tighter, fingernails scraping against your scalp.

He can’t wait any longer.

He needs it to be done now.

He needs you to do it now.

Before he hurts you.

Before… he kills you.

The hand in your hair travels down your neck, brushes against your shoulders, and finally, rests against the middle of your spine.

You can sense it.

You know what he’s about to do.

He can’t push you away from him anymore.

It’s impossible for him to fight you off, to win against you.

He knows what he has to do.

His other hand is wrapped around your small one that’s gripping the handle of the dagger, trying to pull the razor-sharp tip away from his chest. He tightens his grip around your hand that holds the blade, ensuring it won’t slip.

He knows where he needs it to go.

The only way to end this tragedy.

No.

It will never end.

That is your curse.

That is his curse.

The curse you bear together, never escaping the loop that ties both of your souls to each other.

He’d die a million times over for you, praying that one of them might bring forth an ending.

But deep down, he knows his destiny is eternal.

It will never end.

It will just be… prolonged.

His other hand, the one resting in the middle of your shoulder blades, forces your body closer to him, slamming your chest into his, sealing his foreboding fate.

The embrace, meant to bring him solace and life now brings him death and despair, a devastating end to the life he’d dedicated to loving you.

“NO!” The blood gushes out of him, painting your hands, bringing to life your mistake.

The mistake of loving him.

The dark, garnet liquid covers your dress, the dress he bought you. The dress that signified his love for you, now covered in his punishment.

The punishment of death in every lifetime.

A punishment for his mistake of loving you.

And now, you sit here, contemplating the true winner in all of this as your lover's limp body lies atop you.

You’ve lived to see another day, but that day holds nothing to look forward to, nothing to live for.

He has perished; escaped this catastrophe, the memories of your mortified face now etched into his everlasting memory that he has to watch replay over and over.

You slowly remove the dagger from his chest, turning it clockwise and placing it in the same position.

This…

This is what has to be done.

The sharp tip makes contact with the center of your chest, and as your arms wrap around his frame, bringing his crushing weight down on you, the sizzling pain rips through your chest, careful to miss the Aether core in your heart.

This is what you have to do to see him again, to meet him in another life.

The blood rises in your chest, permeating your mouth and leaving a bitter metallic taste.

A bittersweet taste.

Death is permanent for most.

But for you and him… it will never be.

Black spots blotch your vision, alerting you to your approaching fate.

You hug him tighter.

Soon, My Dragon.

Soon, we will meet again.

In another life.

In a field of flowers, withstanding the trials of time, never to experience this again.

But until then, this is what must be done.

This is how it has to end.

Every. Single. Time.

As the last of your vision disappears into the darkness, you can’t help but wonder, whose devotion is greater;

Those who kill for love… or those who die for it?

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*~INTRODUCTION~*

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Hello everyone! This is a writing account I started to improve my writing across vast areas and to also write about some of my favorite characters and help bring people’s imagination to life! You can call me Flower or any kind of flower (I love flowers and you’ll probably read about them often in my writing). Full disclosure, I am not a minor! My dm’s are always open for requests, rants, chats, and what have you’s, so I hope you’ll request lots and enjoy my writing!~~❤️🫶🏽

SOME of the characters/AU’s I write for are:

• Love and Deepspace

• Jujutsu Kaisen (JJK)

• KPOP (ALL groups and idols)

• COD (Price, Ghost, Soap, etc etc.)

• Horror Movie Characters

• TWD (The Walking Dead)

• GOT (Game of Thrones)

• Resident Evil

• Original Characters (That I have/will create myself)

• Much more (I’m forgetful lolol so I can’t think of everything)

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I write pretty much everything (Angst, Smut, Slice of Life experiences (including heavy topics), Sad things, etc, there’s almost nothing I won’t write, so feel free to send in anything as I’m not one to shy away from a challenge💀❤️)

Some things I WILL NOT write is:

Scatplay

Necrophilia

Any smut involving minors (anyone under 18, but I’d definitely prefer if they were older than 18!)

Age Regression

(That’s pretty much it, unless I think of some more🤔)

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On a more specific note, here are some things I like to write (feel free to request anything that’s not here, I most likely write it and just forgot to include it! I dont have a limit for the amount of groups/AU’s you can request in a single ask, so don’t be afraid to request a lot!❤️)

• Selca Ships (send in a photo and a group/AU to match you with and I will match you and give you a short description of what I think they’ll love about you! FULL DISCLAIMER, ALL PHOTOS WILL REMAIN PRIVATE!! Under no circumstances will I post photos of anyones face on here (even if you allow me to) just out of respect!💜)

• Written Ships (send me a description of yourself (no matter how long or short) and I’ll match you with a group/AU of your choosing!

• Yandere Ships (Both Written and Selca)

• Reactions

• MTL

• Oneshots

• Headcannons

• Series (like chapters in a book)

• Fanfictions

• POLY! Reltionships

• Yandere

• POVS (such as writing from a Characters POV in response to asks)

• Wolf

• Vampire

• Mafia

• Fluff/Smut/ Angst/ etc

• Much more lolol I just cant think of it all right now!

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Lastly, I do value and love feedback, whether negative or positive! Feel free to be very specific in your critique or asks (I really don’t mind lol) and no, it won’t hurt my feelings, I have pretty thick skin🤣❤️ If you love or hate anything about my writing, feel free to let me know! I always want to improve as well as bring to life the best experience I can for my readers!❤️🫶🏽

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