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nebulaeternal · 6 days ago

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MASTER OF ME

SUMMARY sylus purchases a kitten hybrid from an auction and dotes on her very, very well.

WARNINGS kitten hybrid, pet play, collars, leash, nipple play, clit play, mirror sex, explicit smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, master kink, language, overuse of the kitten petname, riding, clawing, possessive behaviour, slight humiliation and degradation, sylus is soft for his kitten

DAWN SAYS couldn't stop thinking about sylus and his fave kitten hybrid ...,....,,,. so now you all have to suffer with me ,,,, inspired by this post

"Who do you belong to, kitten?"

Your thighs burned with the effort to keep yourself upright, your vision going blurry from how heavenly his thick cock felt rutting against your gummy, slick walls.

"Mhm," you moaned, arching your back, the tinkling chime of your collar accompanying the sloppy symphony of your bodies meeting together in carnal bliss.

Sylus was brutal with his ministrations, one hand wrapped around the bubblegum pink leash clasped to your pink diamond-studded collar; the sight of his engraved name on the tag shining in the moonlight filling him with a sick surge of masculine pride.

"Come on, kitten," he goaded, leaning in to run his tongue under the line of your collar, making you shiver. "Answer me. Who do you belong to?"

The sound of your heavy breathing and his ragged grunts shattered the quiet of his bedroom air, the dark shades of his monochromatic lair absorbing the sins of both your ecstatic bodies; making you feel like he was claiming you right in the belly of the beast.

He pushed your head down into the mattress, leveraging on your supine position to dick you down harder. The slap slap slap of his balls hitting your ass resounded around the room, reminding you of how much you belonged to him.

Body, soul, mind.

Sylus Qin owned every inch of you.

He moved his lips to your ear, your tawny tips twitching at the sensation of his hot breath caressing the sensitive flaps.

"Please," tears thickened your voice, and you fisted the black silk sheets, holding onto them for dear life.

Despite being unable to see him, you heard the smirk in his tone when he deepened the angle, hitting a spot inside of you which made your knees buckle.

"Sweetie, I think you can do better than that."

The thick trunk of his arm wrapped around your neck, using it to hoist you up, and your resistless gaze landed on the mirror across the bed.

Intending to rub your humiliation in your face and remind you how helpless you were without him, Sylus pinched your cheeks together with his other hand, forcing you to watch the way his slick cock pounded into your willing pussy; stretching the muscles tightly around his thick, meaty girth.

The tip of his cock hitting your G-spot made you mewl, your claws catching in his arm around your neck. But, Sylus didn't mind the pain. Those wounds would heal anyway, and besides, he was much more focused on making his sweet little kittie cry.

"Be good and tell me—" he grunted, emphasizing each word with a heavy thrust of his hips. "Who. Do. You. Belong. To. Kitten?"

Once upon a time, that question would've made you bristle and sink your claws into the closest jugular; reminding of the conditions you were brought up in before you were purchased during an underground auction by the one and only elusive leader of Onychinus.

Shrouded in mystery and long regarded as an urban legend, the sight of his blood-red eyes and the smirk upon his pale lips made you shrink back in horror.

That was until he stroked your head and your ears, running his fingers down your back while murmuring in his low, soothing baritone that, "I am not going to hurt you, kitten."

Slowly, you began to warm up to him. The horrors you led as a hybrid stolen from a Linkon City lab faded into the recesses of your rare nightmares; your life as Sylus’s precious lap kitten the only one you recognized.

The sight of his large palm trailing down your body, straight to your core, made you clench down on him in anticipation.

Shit... Sylus choked down on a curse, fighting to retain his self-control.

He knew you could force a kitten to do what you want, but you could always entice her with a tempting treat.

"Does that feel good, kitten?" The caress of his warm breath against your neck tingled your skin, nipples puckering from the sensation.

Mhm... your teary moans gave way to sharp mewls when he started to rub your clit in tandem to his blunt mushroom cock head hitting your sweet spots.

"This pussy loves me so much... can you hear her purr?"

Sylus clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling your moans so you were forced to listen to the wet sounds of your walls sucking him, spitting him out, drooling over his length.

Such a lewd display made you dizzy with lust, your claws stabbing harder into his arm, making him bleed.

"Oh, kitten. My helpless, sweet, little kitten..." He pressed his lips to your ear, letting you hear every filthy moan, every ragged, hitched gasp as he fucked deeper into you.

"I'm going to devour you, my sweet one. Tame you. Tease you. Until you finally admit you're mine."

Your whimpers were fuel for him to double down on his brutal pace, his fingers digging into your waist with a bruising force.

Sylus cursed under his breath when your walls tightened around him, the sight of your obvious submission reflected back from the gilded, black mirror; the sight alone edging you closer to the point of no return.

Like what you see, kitten? Do you love belonging to me?

The scent of your sweet musk burned his nose.

You were the sweetest sin melting on his tongue.

Sylus slid his fingers around the slippery little bud between your legs, the sloppy circles forcing your eyes to roll back into your skull; your thighs twitching and abdomen tensing.

The scent of your impending release tantalized the tip of his tongue, and with a cruel smile, he let you dance right towards the edge, encouraging you to cling to the lip of your first orgasm of the day.

"Master," your hitched gasp of his honorific drew a flame of possessive flame flickering in his chest. "I–I'm close... so close..."

Dropping his fingers down to his side and effectively leaving you hanging, Sylus ignored your paltry gasp of despair, snickering quietly as he slowed the roll of his hips. Intentionally denying your toe-curling orgasm.

"Master..."

Your puffy lips puckered into a pout, those pretty eyes shining with fustration.

In one smooth motion, Sylus slid out of you, the sensation of gaping emptiness where your cunt was once stuffed with him making you cry out, grinding your teeth.

Turning you onto your back with the cockiness of a man who controlled every aspect of your pleasure, Sylus’s crimson eyes burned with an intense, sadistic glee.

He shoved you down to the floor, onto your knees, and spread his toned thighs, beckoning you closer with a tug of your leash.

"You know how much I hate it when you deny me, kitten," the fall of his silvery locks across his face gave him a rougueish air. He grinned, jutting his chin at his stiff cock that was coated from base to tip in your arousal. "As punishment, I want you to pleasure me and think about how much you're denying me as much as I am denying you."

Your stubby tail twitched, and you sucked on your sharp teeth, debating if you should disobey him and pleasure yourself.

As if he anticipated what you might do, Sylus shot you a glare.

"I dare you to do anything funny, kitten. Defy me, and I will make sure to edge you for the remainder of this session with that 20-inch dildo you hate. Is that what you want?"

The loathing you had for that toy was enough to deter you from acting out, your ears drooping docilely.

"I'm sorry, Master."

Sylus exhaled a chuckle, his mood switching as he rubbed your ears affectionately. "I know my sweet girl will never disobey me. Isn't that right, kitten?"

Your answer was given in the form of your lips hovering over his weeping tip, your tongue darting out to lap at the treacly precum dribbling down his length in clear drops. The flavor of his musk and skin saturated your taste buds, making your insides clench down with unadulterated desire.

Sylus didn't have to ask you twice—his good kitten was trained to please him at the snap of his fingers.

Eagerly, your hot mouth swallowed him, bringing his cock to the back of your throat where the bitter taste of his cum nearly made you gag. But, Sylus clasped his hand around your neck, forcing you to keep him there; to not choke on and disappoint him.

Blinking your watery eyes, you moaned, the sound muffled from his thick length cutting blocking your airway, his fingers tightening around your throat.

"Mhm, mhm."

This blatant show of dominance and the slight degradation in his smug smile made you clench down hard on thin air; your hips shunting in circles as if seeking a cock to sink down on.

Your cheeks puffing, full of his cock, made something in his chest twinge.

Sylus didn't care for your claws sinking in his thighs, the stinging pinch blurring the lines of pleasure and pain in his mind.

The sight of your pretty lips stretched around his cock, tongue running over his thickset balls, sucking on the plump tip of his flushed and leaking head, was enough to make Sylus renounce any gods in favor of worshipping you for the rest of his life.

"Oh, kitten." Shaky fingers threaded through your hair, this blip in his composure boosting your cocky arrogance.

"Does it feel good, Master?" You mouthed around his cock, "Do you feel good?"

Sylus grunted, lost in the pleasure to notice you were mimicking his earlier teasing.

In one swift movement, your perception changed from staring up at him, to being on your back, face-to-face with his boastful smirk.

Sylus grabbed your wrists in one hand, showing off his strength by keeping them pinned above your head, while his other palm wrapped around your throat, tightening around your custom collar.

He didn't need to glance between your thighs to know his cock was breaching past your tight muscles; your thighs shuddering like an electric current was running through them.

"Master!"

You gasped; back arching, hips circling and nipples tightening. Holding him closer, you clung to him like a vine to a tree that was being rocked apart by a hurricane, unyielding in your dependency on him.

Rather than chastising you for your impertinence, Sylus responded in kind, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

Pausing to take a moment, he kissed your ankles and shins, before sliding deeper into your warm and welcoming cunt, a groan of ecstasy falling from his parted mouth.

The raunchy squelching of your bodies meeting together in such erotic intimacy was second to your flow of moans, which grew pitchier and more heated the faster he began to thrust in-and-out of you.

Sylus removed his hand from around your throat to grab your thighs, holding you open. The sight of your pretty tits jiggling with every punishing thrust was the stuff of his lewd dreams, and unexpectedly, he bent his head close, tonguing your sensitive and pert nipples.

Fuck—you're so sensitive. He bit down on the turgid points, nibbling on them like a cat roughing around it's favorite toy.

But, he knew you could take the pain, take his punishments; you were always his perfect, pretty kitty.

Sylus trailed one hand to your swollen and puffy clit, rubbing it in tandem to his punishing strokes.

"Say it, kitten."

Stars pressed behind your closed lids. Every line in your body was taut with the release you were fighting to hold back, waiting for his permission to let go of the tension he's been simmering in your body since an hour ago.

Sylus was nothing if not meticulous in his dark compulsions, expertly dragging out the ache to not give you what you want.

You're so close you can almost taste it, yes? He taunted you, tweaking your sensitive clit, enjoying how your body heaved and shook.

Sylus moved his fingers to your pointed nipples, twisting them with enough sadistic glee to bring tears to your eyes.

You yelped, "Master!" and he chuckled darkly, hooded crimson eyes locked on the sway of your hips struggling to fuck him back.

"Please." Syrupy. Desperate. "Please let me cum."

He chuckled throatily. "Nuh-uh. Not until you tell me what I want to hear."

Your independent streak was no match for his tenacious desire to own every inch of you.

Giving up your willpower for a taste of his reward, you squeezed your eyes shut, thrashing your head from side to side as you choked out your admittance:

"You. I belong to you, Master Sylus."

The curve of his grin cutting through the thin skin of your throat belied his tender nuzzling.

Your entire confession sparking his desires to watch you come undone for him and him alone.

"Good girl," he drawled in his husky baritone, releasing your wrists so you could tangle your hands in his hair.

Drawing you impossibly closer, Sylus's large palms spanning around your waist tilted your lower body, forcing you to take every heavy thrust. Despite the brutal treatment, your pussy withstood the hard-driving surge of his hips; hearts in your eyes from his bruising ministrations.

Sweat dripped down your back, staining his ebony sheets, and you turned your blurry gaze to the ceiling, surprised to find a latest addition to his bedroom.

Sylus playfully nipped your jaw, sensing your distraction.

"Do you like it? Do you like this mirror I installed for us, kitten?"

Your breath lodged right in your throat, your burning eyes unable to tear away from the sinful sight unfurling before you.

The view of his broad back roped with stacks upon stacks of muscles undulating under your paws drew your awe. The red lines from your claws digging into his pale skin created a stark contrast to the bruises in the shape of his mouth littering your neck like sensual, possessive marks.

From this angle, you could plainly see him thrusting into you, the languid roll of his hips fucking you so obscenely filling your head with delirious delight.

You love this, baby? Fuck, I can feel you squeezing down on me so good.

His tongue traced a path from your neck to your jaw, ending at your lips as his final destination.

Sylus wanted this sensation of pleasure to last for days; where you could feel him every time you walked, sat or breathed.

Use me, baby. He nipped your lower lip. I'm all yours to be used.

Your feral instincts took over and you straddled his lap, hovering your wet pussy over his throbbing dick.

Your lover and Master arched a brow at your boldness, his hands slotting naturally onto your hips.

"So, is this how you want to play?"

He hissed, throwing his head back when you controlled the motions, sinking down on him inch by delicious inch. Sylus hadn't expected his dick to be so fucking sensitive.

Oh, fuck, you feel so good, his shaky exhalation boosted your pride.

Move, baby. I need you to move.

Sylus bucked his hips, fucking into you impatiently from below.

His eyes locked onto the ceiling mirror, taking in the sight of your sweet body sitting pretty on his dick, riding it like you only had one chance in your nine lives to make him proud.

Sylus grabbed your leash, using it to guide your rutting hips. He loved how you choked whenever he tugged on it too hard, a smirk etched on his handsome face.

Master...

He knew what you were going to say before you could even say it.

Of course, he did.

Sylus knew his kitten better than anyone else.

"Go ahead, darling. I want you to cum."

A twitch of your hips; your mouth fell open in a silent scream.

Shit, I'm coming—he cursed, tightening his grip around your leash, forcing your head back, his hips stuttering as his orgasm blazed through him.

Sylus nudged you off his dick, using his hand to jerk himself off, groaning at the streaks of white decorating your belly. The last rope of warmth shoots from his spasming head, spurting onto your spent pussy.

Using one dextrous finger, he coated it in cum, swiping off the excess and bringing it to your lips.

"You're too good for me, sweetie," he hummed, eyes darkening when you lapped at his cum-coated finger obediently.

Nuzzling your face into his palm, you practically purred, draping yourself across his chest as you stretched your limbs, the deepset engraving on his name on your collar's pendant stirring his dark, possessive feelings further.

"I liked the little touch with the mirror," you murmured, turning your face slightly to catch the reflection of your slick and naked body atop of his.

Sylus tightened his arms around you, his laughter trailing off into a low growl.

"Anything for my sweet kitten."

His voice softened, tips of his fingers grazing your cheek. A silent I love you he wasn't ready to say just yet.

You might belong to him wholeheartedly, but in this moment, Sylus was as much yours as you were inexplicably his.

a/n: oh to be living a life as sylus's lap kitten, i need to be her STAT

comments and rbs are appreciated <3 your love for my works means the world to me 🫶

#nebula down bad for sylus #nebula's brainrot

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nebulaeternal · 8 days ago

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「 ✦ One More Time ✦ 」

―୨୧⋆ ˚GENRE/WARNING: porn w/no, plot f!xm, evol use, absolute fucking brainrot, praise, overstim, squirting, pre-release Caleb

―୨୧⋆ ˚SUMMARY: There is no summary, Caleb is just tryna see how many times he can make you cum before he does.

―୨୧⋆ ˚WORD COUNT: 0.6K

―୨୧⋆ ˚A/N: Hi yeah so...This man has not left my brain since his trailer dropped and the brainworm is getting worse, exponentially worse. This is written prerelease so don’t take it to heart or anything, so enjoy this short fic that is pure brainrot. Please get him out of my head-

―୨୧⋆ ˚LINKS: AO3 Ver. , Twitter, Taglist Sign-up

―୨୧⋆ ˚TAGLIST: @voidsylus, @noone-png

You lay there, lip caught between your teeth, stifled moans as Caleb’s dog tags dangled in your face, the cool metal serving as a contrast to your hot skin.

The bed below you creaked in protest as he drove deeper, the girth of his cock stretching you out in ways you couldn’t imagine. Your eyes screw shut, too overwhelmed by the sensation.

Caleb swung his dog tags onto his back, moving them from your field of view, the loss of contact made you whine and peek out at the man above you.

He had already rung out three orgasms from you, relishing how your body trembled beneath him as he tried to pull out a fourth. “Caleb please~” You whined out, your body jerking in protest, all an attempt to escape his clutches.

His evol weighed on you, pinning your hips down with an unmovable force while he continued to plow into you mercilessly. Your wrists pinned above your head, each thrust sliding his dog tags off his back and slowly towards your face once more.

Your body was writhing and fighting back the impending orgasm, the cool metal hitting your skin once more as you arched into him. “Such a needy little thing you are.�� He cooed, seeing how desperate you were for release.

“Caleb—too mu—ah!~” Your orgasm hit you like a truck, body twitching and spazzing while he worked you through it, desperate calls of his name falling from your lips like a mantra as he continued to fuck into you.

“That’s my good fucking girl.” He hisses, feeling you clamp down on him. His pace begins to slow down, drawing out your climax till he comes to a complete halt and pulls out of you. You whine feeling yourself now empty.

But he wasn’t done with you. He flips you over, lifts your hips up against his cock, and slides easily between your folds that are still slick from the last release. The moan that left your lips was almost inaudible with how high pitched it was.

“God you feel so good, princess.” He then proceeded to grab your wrists, crossing them behind your shoulder blades, and pushing your upper body down into the mattress.

Hiking one of his legs up, he plants his foot firmly into the mattress, using that as leverage to fuck deeper into you. “Look so good taking my cock like that—you can give me one more, yeah?“ he grunts out, thrusting into you with no abandon.

“No more!” You moaned loudly, you knew your safe word yet you refused to use it, too addicted to the feeling of his cock plunging in and out of you.

“You know what to say to make me stop.” His response was only met with more moans, not a single attempt to speak. “That’s what I thought.” The sound of skin slapping filled the air as you both began to approach your highs.

“Fuck, princess—“ you clamped down on him, shoving your face further into the mattress as you came, an immense pressure bursting from with you. Caleb groaned at the way you squirt on his cock, each thrust making you gush around him.

He wasn’t too far behind, the obscene noises emitting from your bodies spurring him on further. You were already fucked beyond stupid, taking what he gave you as he chased his high.

“Princess I’m—“ his hips stutter, slamming into you one final time as he painted your ears white. Caleb hadn’t cum that hard before, each thrust of his hips only had him spilling more of his cum into you.

When he finally pulled out, you were left a mess. His cum dribbled out of your whole and ran along your slit till it spilled out onto the mattress. Through pants and heavy breathing, he spoke. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

#lads #lads fanfic #love and deepspace #fanfic #lads smut #lads caleb #lnds caleb #caleb x reader #lnds #love and deepspace caleb #caleb lnds #caleb love and deepspace

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nebulaeternal · 9 days ago

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When Pleasure Calls

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: In the middle of sex, Sylus gets a phone call...only he decides he doesn't want to stop ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Tags: sylus x fem!reader, penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, teasing, humiliation, use of evol, use of petnames like kitten, oneshot

AN: Okay so this is loosely based on a tweet I saw and it literally wouldn't leave my brain until I wrote it....so here we are. I figured the best way to end my break and start being more active again was to start writing all the fics that won't leave my head. Enjoy!

Sylus was balls deep inside you, each thrust a raw, primal connection that left you both breathless. The room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, your moans mixing with his low groans, creating a rhythm that was all your own. His hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements, keeping you both locked in the moment, lost to everything but each other.

It had been an entire week since you’d spent any real time together—a week that felt more like a year. Sylus didn’t waste a second making up for the lost time. What started as an innocent cuddle on his bed, his arm lazily slung over your waist, quickly shifted into something else entirely. One minute, he was tracing slow circles on your back, murmuring something about how much he’d missed you, and the next, the air between you thickened, charged with unspoken need.

Somehow, without either of you meaning to, that easy closeness morphed into a full-blown, heated mess of tangled limbs and stolen breaths. His lips found yours, first soft and teasing, then hungry and demanding, as if he needed to make up for every second you’d been apart. Before long, the room was filled with the sound of muffled laughter, whispered names, and the quiet creak of the mattress as you lost yourselves in each other.

His hands roamed over you with a possessive tenderness, fingers tracing the curves of your body, memorizing the lines anew with every pass. The weight of him above you was a comforting pressure, a grounding force as you surrendered to the tide of sensation, every thrust a wave that built the pleasure higher and higher, threatening to crash over you.

"Nghn, right there! Don't stop, please..." you pleaded, your voice hoarse with desire, your fingers digging into his muscular frame as if your life depended on it. Sylus, attuned to your every need, knew he had found that sweet spot within you, that spongy, pleasure-laden tissue that sent sparks of delight through your body.

Just as he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and harder, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy, the sharp ring of his phone cut through the air like a knife, slicing through the intimate atmosphere. You froze, your eyes widening as you glanced at the illuminated screen, the unfamiliar contact name confirming your suspicion—one of Sylus's business associates.

Sylus sighed, his brow furrowing as he eyed the screen with a mix of annoyance and detachment. "I can call them back later. I’m busy right now."

That’s when it hit you—the mission. The Hunters Association’s urgent directive to recover the stolen protocore, traded away through shady backchannels. You had completely forgotten about it until now. The urgency surged through you like a jolt of electricity. Without thinking, you grabbed his arm. "Didn’t you say you were expecting a call about the protocore? This could be it. I need that lead for the Association. Answer it," you urged, your voice firm despite the sharp look Sylus threw your way.

He blinked, then smirked, the kind that was equal parts amused and incredulous. "I don’t think I’ll ever get used to my kitten barking orders at me," he said, his tone dripping with lazy charm. But to your relief, he reached for the phone anyway. "Alright, boss. Consider it a favor."

He pressed the screen and lifted it to his ear. His voice dropped into that cool, no-nonsense register you’d heard a dozen times before.

"Speak."

The man on the other end began to speak and you realized Sylus was still halfway inside you. Thinking the fun was over for now, you started to move out from under him, ready to let the moment pass. But Sylus wasn't done. His hand pressed you back down against the bed, and before you knew it, he was thrusting into you again, impossibly deeper this time, his cock filling you completely.

You struggled, caught between surprise and arousal, your body pinned beneath his, his cock completely filling you with each powerful thrust. You tried to silently plead for him to stop, embarrassed by the situation, but your words were lost in the quiet moans that escaped your lips as he pounded into you, his pace relentless. You quickly covered your mouth with your hands, trying to will yourself to quiet down.

"I'll only meet tomorrow. That's firm" he said into the phone, his voice steady despite fiercely pounding and stretching your pussy. As if this took zero amount of effort from him. You tried to keep quiet, biting your lip and keeping your hands pressed to your mouth to stop the sounds from escaping, but it was hard. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through you, making it nearly impossible to maintain your composure.

You attempted to scoot back against the bed, seeking respite from the pleasure Sylus was delivering, but your efforts were in vain. With a swift and possessive motion, he wrapped his powerful Evol around your waist, pulling you back onto his cock, sealing your body to his, ensuring you couldn't escape the sensations he was about to unleash.

"Ah...ah..." you panted, your breath coming in short gasps as he thrust deeper, his cock seeking out that sensitive spot within you once more, very determined to bring you right to the edge.

Sylus kept talking, his voice smooth and calm, even as he moved inside you with a fierce rhythm. The phone call was just background noise to you, but you caught snippets of his conversation, the professional tone at odds with what was happening.

"Yes, I understand," he murmured between thrusts, his voice a soothing contrast to the pounding of his cock against your sensitive walls. "No tricks, or foul play. You should know how this goes by now."

You were struggling, trying to focus on anything but the way he was driving you closer to the edge. Each thrust felt like it was pushing you further into a world where nothing else mattered but the heat and friction between you.

Minutes ticked by as this humiliation continued. How much longer could you hold on? How much longer would he torture you like this? The question echoed in your mind, a desperate plea for relief as your body teetered on the brink of finishing.

Sylus's eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and desire as he looked down at you, fully aware of the power he held over your pleasure. He knew exactly how close you were, how your body trembled on the precipice of release, and he relished the control he had, maintaining a casual conversation while pushing you to the brink.

A knowing smirk played on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the game he was playing—testing your limits, seeing how far he could take you while keeping up the pretense of a casual chat. His eyes held a challenge, daring you to surrender, to let go of your control, even as he kept his voice calm and composed, a stark contrast to the raw passion he was eliciting from your body.

He continued his steady thrusts, his movements purposeful, each one designed to drive you further into a world of pleasure, where resistance was futile, and surrender was the only option. Sylus took pleasure in watching you struggle, your body betraying your attempts to hold on, even as he maintained his casual conversation, a master of this sensual game.

"Yes, that will do," Sylus confirmed, his voice steady, his pace merciless as he continued to thrust into you. "I'll have my men prepare the meeting."

Your response was a muffled moan, your body arching against his, unable to form words as the pleasure overwhelmed you. "Mghn... Ah!" you cried out into your hand, your voice a mixture of surrender and ecstasy, your body trembling on the edge of release, the sensations too powerful to hold back.

Sylus, his body slightly glistening with sweat, paused for a moment, his thrusts slowing as he looked down at you with an intense gaze. His eyes, red and smoldering, held a silent command, a silent invitation for you to surrender completely. A slight smirk played on his lips as he watched you, his expression conveying a clear message:

"Go ahead, cum for me."

The tension inside you coiled tighter, every nerve screaming for release as he begun to pick up the pace once more. You bit down on your hand, trying to keep the sounds from escaping, but it was a losing battle. Sylus's thrusts were unrelenting, each one bringing you closer, until finally, with one last, deep push, he let go, pumping his hot and sticky seed deep into your belly just as he wrapped up his call.

The sensation was too much, too intense to resist. Your body tensed around him, shaking with the force of your orgasm, your muffled moans filling the room as you rode the waves of pleasure crashing through you.

"Alright. See you then," Sylus said, finally hanging up the call. He pulled out slowly, leaving you both breathless and spent, the hum of the conversation now just a memory drowned out by the echo of your shared climax.

You lay there, catching your breath, the remnants of your climax still thrumming through your veins. But as the haze of pleasure began to clear, irritation started to bubble up inside you. You propped yourself up on your elbows, shooting Sylus a look that could melt steel.

"Seriously?!"

He caught your gaze and simply chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that only fueled your annoyance. "Oh, don't act like you didn't like it," he said with a grin, clearly amused by your reaction. "How could I ignore a needy kitten in heat for a phone call instead?"

Your glare could have sliced through stone, but he just shrugged, unfazed by your anger. "Besides," he continued, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he chuckled, "I'm great at multitasking. I just secured you that protocore and made you cum while doing so. Shouldn't you be overjoyed right now?"

Despite your best efforts to hold onto your anger, the corners of your mouth betrayed you, tugging upwards into a reluctant smile. The heat rising to your cheeks was undeniable, a flush that had nothing to do with anger. His laughter was infectious, and before you knew it, you were chuckling too, shaking your head at the absurdity of it all.

"Alright, alright," you conceded with a playful roll of your eyes. "I'll forgive you this one time, but don't think this is going to be a regular thing."

Sylus grinned, clearly pleased with your surrender. "Deal," he said, his tone warm and teasing. He moved with that easy confidence of his, leaning down to scoop you up effortlessly, cradling you against his chest.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he murmured, carrying you towards the bathroom with a tenderness that were a stark contrast to the intensity of moments before. His touch was gentle now, a soothing balm to the fire that had raged between you, and you found yourself relaxing into his hold, the last remnants of your irritation melting away as you settled into the comfort of his embrace.

#nebula's brainrot #nebula down bad for sylus #ne

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nebulaeternal · 9 days ago

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i get so happy when people that are new to fanfic writing, or just writing in general, post their work on ao3. despite their doubts, despite their fear of something so personal and vulnerable being perceived, they still press that button, and i turn into the equivalent to a proud mom cheering on the sidelines. like yes! you did that! your work is worth seeing! you deserve to share your passion for and be part of a community! i’m so proud of you!

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nebulaeternal · 9 days ago

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Taglist update

So I had someone dm yesterday and brought something to my attention that I really appreciate. For anyone that wants to sign up for my tag list for any future fics, I do now have the option to select, which love interest you wanna be tagged for and you can select multiple. That’s all, mwah!

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nebulaeternal · 10 days ago

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━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: caleb x female reader (afab) ━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, possessive caleb, dom!caleb, light choking, use of gege ━ .ᐟ✧ A/N: a smol lil study into how i will write caleb <3 just wanted to explore it a bit. this is very short, just had a brain worm i wanted to itch. expect more of these small blurbs because i have so many ideas for caleb that can't possibly all make it into full fledged fics.

The first time Caleb fucks you, he does everything humanly possible to ensure you can’t hold back your moans. No–he didn’t wait his entire life to have you like this, just for you to keep those pretty little cries from him.

Nope–he’d earned them. They were his. You were his.

“Princess, I want to hear you,” he groans, fingers digging bruises into the soft skin of your hips. His muscled chest is pressed firmly into your back, leaving absolutely no distance between you, him, and the wall. He only tries to hold you closer, tighter.

“Angh–! No! T-Too loud,” you whimper, arching back so you can lay your head onto his shoulder and look up at his sparkling amethyst eyes, reaching your hand backward to grasp his sweat-dampened neck. “Someone will–hah–hear.”

“You’re such a brat, baby,” he grins cheekily down at you, a smile you knew all-too-well. One you’d grown up seeing frequently, coming to both adore and abhor. A smile that meant you were absolutely in for it. No mercy.

He leans down to brush impossibly soft, fleeting, kisses along your shoulders, across the blades, and down your spine. A jarring contrast to the way his pelvis slams into you so bruisingly that you have to push your palms against the wall to keep from banging violently against it.

“Don’t make me ask again,” he murmurs, one hand snaking up your chest to wrap around the base of your throat. With his other hand he delicately brushes your hair off one of your shoulders, letting his fingers tenderly graze the ridges of your spine along the way and reveling in your shivers.

He bites the inside of his cheek as your bare skin lays exposed before him. Your back, your shoulders, your neck…The amount of times he’d imagined you like this–and now it was a lucid reality laid before him. The forbidden fruit finally in his arms.

Another kiss, this time to your nape. A gentle squeeze to your throat, just enough to have your core clenching in excitement at just how much you know he’s holding back.

“Be a good girl for me, yeah?”

You’re about to refuse–unwilling to alert anyone in the house as to what you and your dearest Gege were up to, locked away in your childhood room. But it’s impossible as, in the years Caleb had spent fantasizing about having you like this, it seemed he’d already discovered every conceivable way to make your body submit to him. To make you irrevocably his.

“Oh God–! Caleb–mngh, please!” you moan when he drives himself straight into your cervix, nestling into your g-spot like he never wants to leave your sweet little cunt again.

His Adam's apple bobs thickly at the saccharine sound of your pleas, his hips snapping into you particularly harshly, as if urgently trying to pull that same cry from you again. His name.

With a ravenous growl, Caleb spins you around by your wrists, pinning both of them up with just one of his impossibly large hands. He restrains them above your head, his forehead pressed against yours as he cages you in with his thick bicep, forearm resting flat against the wall, sweat-dampened bangs prickling your eyelashes.

The fingers of his free hand are splayed out against the small of your back, the sheer size of his palm allowing him to cup your lower half into him, driving him deeper into you.

You’re face to face with a near fervent Caleb whose lilac eyes had shadowed into a deep indigo maelstrom that reflected darkness you’d never seen of him before. A blackhole of desperation, torment, longing.

Possession.

You felt like you should be terrified.

And maybe you would be–if you hadn’t wanted him for so fucking long.

You almost don’t recognize his voice when he speaks next. Gone was the boyish charm and playful lilt you’d come to expect of your precious golden retriever Caleb.

“Fuck–say my name again.”

.ᐟ✧ THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND AO3. i am not @/aeyumicores or @/aeyumiicore or any variations of my blog name.

✧.˖ i do not permit translations or reposts of my work on tumblr, ao3, or others. please do not reuse my blogpost headers, dividers, or layouts. these are original designs of my own.

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nebulaeternal · 10 days ago

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「 ✦ One More Time ✦ 」

―୨୧⋆ ˚GENRE/WARNING: porn w/no, plot f!xm, evol use, absolute fucking brainrot, praise, overstim, squirting, pre-release Caleb

―୨୧⋆ ˚SUMMARY: There is no summary, Caleb is just tryna see how many times he can make you cum before he does.

―୨୧⋆ ˚WORD COUNT: 0.6K

―୨୧⋆ ˚LINKS: AO3 Ver. , Twitter, Taglist Sign-up

―୨୧⋆ ˚TAGLIST: @voidsylus, @noone-png

You lay there, lip caught between your teeth, stifled moans as Caleb’s dog tags dangled in your face, the cool metal serving as a contrast to your hot skin.

The bed below you creaked in protest as he drove deeper, the girth of his cock stretching you out in ways you couldn’t imagine. Your eyes screw shut, too overwhelmed by the sensation.

Caleb swung his dog tags onto his back, moving them from your field of view, the loss of contact made you whine and peek out at the man above you.

Your body was writhing and fighting back the impending orgasm, the cool metal hitting your skin once more as you arched into him. “Such a needy little thing you are.” He cooed, seeing how desperate you were for release.

“God you feel so good, princess.” He then proceeded to grab your wrists, crossing them behind your shoulder blades, and pushing your upper body down into the mattress.

“No more!” You moaned loudly, you knew your safe word yet you refused to use it, too addicted to the feeling of his cock plunging in and out of you.

“Fuck, princess—“ you clamped down on him, shoving your face further into the mattress as you came, an immense pressure bursting from within you. Caleb groaned at the way you squirt on his cock, each thrust making you gush around him.

He wasn’t too far behind, the obscene noises emitting from your bodies spurring him on further. You were already fucked beyond stupid, taking what he gave you as he chased his high.

“Princess I’m—“ his hips stutter, slamming into you one final time as he painted your walls white. Caleb hadn’t cum that hard before, each thrust of his hips only had him spilling more of his cum into you.

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nebulaeternal · 11 days ago

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nebulaeternal · 11 days ago

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nebulaeternal · 12 days ago

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SONBING BRB

morning routine — ft. sylus

before you read: established relationships ; gender neutral reader ; sleepy clingy sylus ; banter ; fluff and cheesiness i apologize in advance

“Here we go,” you hum to yourself, rolling your eyes with a knowing smile curled loosely on your lips as soon as Sylus starts to shift in his sleep. “Like a hermit crab,” you tease to his unconscious figure, “no wonder you’re so pale. Do you even remember what the sun looks like?”

“Do you always talk to sleeping people?”

You still at the sound of his voice, hand freezing in the middle of stroking through his hair. He doesn’t like that, either—his head presses up into your fingertips, a silent demand for more.

“You should be sleeping,” you scold gently, fingers returning to their earlier movements. You scratch lightly at his scalp and he shivers, humming in content. Like a cat, you think fondly, purring in your arms at the slightest show of affection.

Your morning routine starts with the same valiant effort every day: protecting Sylus from the sun. It’s honest work: he already doesn’t sleep very much through the night, and if he doesn’t sleep through the day because of a mild setback either, you think a number of poor victims would suffer the consequences of his tired, grouchy attitude.

So, you protect him as he falls asleep while the sun rises, beams of light slipping through the cracks of the blinds a little more with every minute. You watch him—with equal parts amusement and equal parts fondness, you watch every morning as he slowly shifts in his sleep. It starts with him inching closer and closer towards you, and ends with his head buried into your chest and his body curled around you like you’re a shield for the cruel light that disturbs him.

You like this routine, though. It’s the perfect chance to admire him, to bring a hand to trace over his relaxed features—the slightly crooked slant of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the defined edge of his jawline. And, of course, your favorite part: the soft, plump curves of his lips. He never does anything to indicate he’s awake, either. Nothing to even hint that he feels you, breathing slow and soft puffs of air peacefully nestled against you.

He looks delicate in slumber. Vulnerable. So agonizingly soft and fragile in a way he normally doesn’t look. (Oh, but does he feel soft, you always think. Sylus always feels so inexplicably soft.)

“I would be sleeping,” he finally grumbles, but it’s playful as he shifts to hide his face deeper into your chest while his nose presses against your collarbone. “But someone disrupted my efforts.”

“No, I protect you,” you huff, “with the way you avoid the sun in your sleep, you’d think the vitamin D would poison you.”

“If it was poisonous, then I’d be dead,” he sighs dramatically, cracking a crimson eye open and looking at you like he’s wounded. “You do a terrible job at keeping me shielded.”

“Maybe I’m trying to kill you in your sleep,” you wink, “ever think of that?”

He chuckles, voice low and still laced with the evidence of sleep from the raspiness of it. You smile softly at the sound, pressing a chaste kiss to his head while he moves to bury it into the crook of your neck. There’s something oddly comforting about it—holding him like this. Holding him while he hides into your body, melts against your skin, sinks weight onto you because you take it and he can.

“Go back to sleep,” you murmur sweetly, rubbing a slow, soothing hand up and down his bare back and tracing his spine. “I’ll make sure the sun knows not to bother my big, sleepy, vitamin D deficient baby.”

“I’m not vitamin D deficient,” he huffs.

“So you agree you’re a big, sleepy baby?”

He snores dramatically, pulling a giggle from your lips. A kiss presses to the skin of your neck, and they come from a pair of lips that feel suspiciously curled—like they’re smiling. You wrap your arms around him a little tighter, because close just doesn’t feel close enough when it’s him.

“Let’s hope I wake up without being poisoned,” he hums, half-asleep once more as you trace a finger along the sharp, muscled curves of his back.

You press one more kiss to his head before murmuring, “I’ll see what I can do.”

He lets out a gentle snore again, real this time. He’s sound asleep with his body molded against yours, routine like it is every morning—you protecting him from the sun, and him falling into your arms.

I just want to hold him while he peacefully rests and hide him away from the sun so he can sleep well like he deserves because he’s a BABY

To me he’s a baby :(

#nebula's soul food #nebula down bad for sylus

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nebulaeternal · 12 days ago

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☆ Sylus, who has a hidden playful side.

Sylus secretly created a sex playlist. While he was usually more serious when making love to you, he had his moments of playfulness—and this was one of them.

One night, as the two of you listened to an album together, you offhandedly mentioned liking a particular song. Sylus took note. He couldn’t help himself; the opportunity was too good.

So, when you got home, he led you through the doors of your shared quarters in the Onychinus base. Of course, he blindfolded you first, a smirk playing at his lips as he took your hand and guided you forward. The click of the door shutting behind you sent a thrill down your spine. You followed him obediently, your fingers curled around his bicep, his warmth grounding you in the unfamiliar darkness.

Without warning, he swept you off your feet, his strong arms carrying you effortlessly before settling you into a chair at the center of your bedroom. The air felt different—charged, expectant. A moment later, the blindfold slipped away, and your vision blurred as your eyes struggled to adjust.

The room was bathed in a golden glow, dozens of candles flickering against the walls. The air smelled of vanilla and something muskier—cologne, perhaps? A slow warmth crept up your neck as you took it all in. You had been out with your husband all day… When could he possibly have set all of this up?

Then, the music started.

A smooth piano intro filled the room, the beat kicking in just as realization dawned. Your breath hitched. Oh no.

From the bathroom, Sylus emerged in nothing but a robe, the fabric barely clinging to his broad frame as he strode toward you. In his hand was a microphone—where had he even gotten that?

And then, with far too much confidence, he started to sing.

"Can I take you home, girl?"

The sheer audacity.

His voice was—well, horrible, honestly. But that only made the moment funnier, your shock quickly morphing into amusement. You covered your mouth to stifle your laugh, but he caught it, his mischievous grin widening as he leaned in closer.

"Get you all alone, girl..."

His fingers trailed down your arm, toying with the strap of your tank top before letting it slide down your shoulder. Then, with deliberate slowness, he moved around to the front of you, his piercing gaze locking onto yours.

And then—oh.

He straddled your lap, his strong thighs caging you in as he rolled his hips against yours, grinding in time with the beat. Heat rushed to your face, your laughter faltering as something far more dangerous curled low in your stomach.

Talk about a show...

#nebula's brainrot #nebula down bad for sylus

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nebulaeternal · 13 days ago

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PLEASE THIS IS THE MOST ADORABLE THING! I JUST SOBBED MY EYES OUT 😭😭

I LOVE THE REF YOU MADE IN RAF'S HEHEHEHEHE

daddy, i look like you!

synopsis: he finds his child imitating him and his job, he gets cuteness aggression.

character/s: dad! zayne, xavier, rafayel, sylus

warning/s: rafayel’s is heavily inspired by the hyperpigmentation tiktok, (y/n) is barely in here, rafayel calls his baby gup/guppy bc i think it’s cute sue me

note/s: my baby fever got too real w this one

zayne: daughter, aged 5

zayne pushes the bridge of his glasses up to his nose as he sighs and ruffles his hair. it was unlike him to be visibly stressed out as his reputation knows him to be calm, collected, and cool. however, with the onslaught of paperwork and influx of hunters and civilians visiting the hospital, it was a surprise that zayne still had all his hair intact.

he gazes at the piles of paper, the words starting to move and blur the longer he stared at it. he sighs and takes off his glasses, accidentally placing it on the table with a slight slam.

today, zayne wishes to not think about work.

the stressed out doctor needs a nap. surely, he deserves one, right?

you knocked on the door gently, not wanting to disrupt if he were doing something important. he opens his tired eyes and looks at you with an inquisitive expression.

“is everything alright, darling?” his voice was hoarse, having not opened it for a few hours and his back straightened up as you looked at him with a smile.

“zia needs your help with something.” his brows quirk at the mention of your daughter. he nods, standing up and meeting you by the doorframe, ready to help with whatever his daughter needs.

“we’re wosing him!” he hears your daughter yell dramatically as her chubby hands were on top of one another and pushing down on the snowman plushie that was twice her size. you couldn’t even see her hands, she was wearing– no, drowning in zayne’s old akso coat and her short arms were definitely not long enough to fit past half of zayne’s sleeve.

zayne’s lips were quirking as he looks at the dramatic scene unfold right in front of him.

“nurse penguin, go up the dosage by 5.000 miwigrams!” she yells at the penguin dressed like an astronaut that comically fell with a dull thud. zayne has no idea where’s she’s getting the severely inaccurate medical jargon from, but it was still amusing to see.

“noooo!” she wails before she realizes that you and zayne were watching her with matching endeared expressions.

“dada, i mean– doctor zayne, he’s not gonna make it!” zia says, pouting and zayne almost wants to laugh at the way his daughter’s eyes were tearing up, clearly waaaay too invested in her little roleplay.

“what seems to be the issue, doctor zia?”

“he’s melting! i don’t know how to stop, we’re losing him, dada!” zia whines and zayne smiles before shaking his head, not wanting to believe that there has come a point in time where he’s perform resuscitation acts on a plushie but he finds himself pressing on the soft body of the plush and counting in succession before he turns on a fan nearby.

he waits for a few seconds before he raises the plushie to cover his head and move the chubby arms of the snowman.

“thank you, doctor zia! you saved me!” zayne said in a high pitched tone and you almost wanted to squeal at how adorable the scene is as zia jumps and hugs the plushie, giggling at the way zayne makes the plushie hug her back.

when zia clutches on tightly, zayne finally lets go, placing a quick kiss on his daughter’s cheek and heads over back to you with a smile on his face. he wraps his arm around your waist as he kisses your forehead and looks at zia playing with her plushies once more, his previous headache definitely gone.

the both of you looked at each other and laughed as zia glared at the astronaut penguin.

“nurse penguin, you’re fired.”

poor penguin.

xavier: sons, 8. daughter, 4

on the contrary, ever since xavier became a father, he was definitely more and more active. he’s been taking them out on walks, buying them ice cream and definitely using their cuteness against you as they unfortunately inherited their father’s puppy eyes and plump pout.

xavier is definitely a present father as he went as far as taking weeks off just to ensure that his children don’t feel like he’s putting being a hunter above them because god only knows how untrue that statement was.

unfortunately, you, being a lower ranking hunter do not get the same time-off benefits as your husband so there come times where you’ll be assigned to missions lasting days or weeks at most and xavier will be the sole parent responsible for the time being.

but xavier never made you feel as though he were lacking in being a father.

however, as you were unfortunately assigned to a mission in a different city, xavier was woken up to his baby girl crying.

it was almost comical how quick he got up and ran to the source of the pained cry.

“no, no. don’t cry, please! i’m sorry. you can hit me back, i won’t get mad, i swear!” he hears his eight year old son, leo, say in a hushed voice to their little sister who he was trying to calm down as he rocked her in his arms. he can see the other twin in front of leo and was also trying to calm their little sister down.

“please, stop crying, i’m sorry…” his second son, milo, says, voice wobbly as he’s visibly distressed.

“no, i hate you!” stella yells back, punching at her brother’s chest.

from what xavier could see, the living room was a clean mess. a few thrown pillows were scattered but nothing of a major clean up. he could also see the toy sword that he bought leo thrown to the side, the rainbow LEDs flickering in bright colors, indicating that leo was using it and xavier was a smart man. he knew what happened but he wanted to hear leo and milo's side as to why stella is crying.

“what happened?” he asks in a soft voice, his sudden appearance making leo and milo jump as they looked at their father with wide and teary eyes.

“dad!” xavier hums as he walks and sits by them, stella, at the sight of her father, wails louder and makes grabby hands at him. leo carefully transfers his little sister to his father’s arms, stella quiets down and sniffles on xavier’s chest.

“i’m sorry! we were playing wanderers and i accidentally hit her too hard.” leo admits, looking down, his fists clenched and xavier could see the tears falling from his son’s head, down to his folded up thighs. milo nods, confirming the story.

“stella didn’t want to, but we still forced her to play because we wanted to have fun with her. we’re sorry, dad.” milo continues, comforting his twin– who was definitely a lot more sensitive, on the side.

xavier secures one arm on his daughter’s back and the other patting his son’s shoulders.

“didn’t i say last time that stella is still too young to be rowdy with you boys?” they both nod guiltily.

“we’re sorry, dad.” leo apologizes, xavier shakes his head.

“i’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” xavier gestures to stella who was peeking from his chest, looking at her older brothers warily.

“we’re so sorry, stella.” the twins say with regret, stella looks from her father, to her brothers who were anticipating an answer. stella, being young and never holding a grudge, nodded her head and her brothers basically tackled her into a hug, apologizing once more profusely.

xavier smiled at the scene and took a look at the swords splayed around in the living room once more before an idea pops into his head.

he calls for his children's attention before he walks sluggishly, almost like a zombie.

“the three of you can team up. i’ll play wanderer. try and defeat me.” xavier proposes and with the three smiles that confirmed his proposal, he spent the rest of his afternoon play-fighting with his children.

the moment you came home, you saw them all huddled together on the living room floor, sound asleep. xavier hugging his twins on either side of his arms and stella laying on his chest.

you definitely had a new wallpaper after that.

rafayel: daughter, 8

the lemurian painter, when he found out that he was a dad-to-be, for lack of a better term, exploded in colors. everything that had something to do with the baby, it had to be colorful.

the nursery walls? painted a vibrant blue with corals and sea creatures smiling, the onesies? all the cutest color combinations he could think of, any color would work! colors in gender– when talking about a baby, definitely did not exist to him as he ensured his baby guppy will grow up appreciating and loving color.

now, eight years later, rafayel is stuck in a dilemma. while he knew that his kid would inevitably inherit his taste for the arts, he knew that honing his daughter’s skills in painting would take time.

“raf?” you called for him and he put his paintbrush down, paint smeared on his cheek as he gave you a serene smile.

“yeah?”

“mira wants to show you something.” you say with a smile that’s almost alarming but before he could ask, you move to the side, your daughter enters the art room, holding a piece of canvas paper in her hands.

“what’cha got there, ‘gup?” he turns to his stool, staying seated as his height is taller than her daughter standing. mira looks at her artwork and bites her lip, shy.

rafayel has been waiting for this moment all his life. he never wanted to rush mira’s artistic process, when mira expresses her interest in the arts then that’s when he’d step in because when that happens, rafayel knows it’s out of passion for the craft and not for the sake of following in his footsteps, so to have this moment right now is almost monumental to him.

“i…” mira trails off before she faces the paper down and pushes it to rafayel’s hands.

“i drew you.” rafayel’s heart melted right there and then as he giggles. “you drew me? my guppy drew me? why wouldn’t she? her father is the most handsome, i know i’ll look the best in your draw—” rafayel was at a loss for words.

for the lack of a better term… the drawing was… something.

his head was waaaay too big and his arms weren’t proportionate, his eyes were bulging out the outline of the head and mira even went as far as drawing sea creatures. somehow, reddie, the family’s pet fish was more decent looking than him.

“oh.” rafayel’s smile dropped as he sees the drawing before his lips curl up and you can see him physically restraining himself from laughing out loud. with that, you couldn’t help but turn around and finally let your shoulders shake, soundless laughter leaving your chest as you couldn’t help but fall on your knees.

“i knew you wouldn’t like it.” mira’s voice wobbles and that snaps rafayel back into reality as he sees his daughter pouting, she tried grabbing for the paper and rafayel shakes his head fast.

“no, no! i love it. you can definitely see that it’s me!” rafayel reassures, a few chortles leaving his lips as he looks at the image once more.

“oh… where were you when the mermaids were sculpting my statue…” he says, still trying not to laugh as much as he wanted to.

don’t get him wrong, he’s knows it’s no picasso and that mira is obviously a beginner, but his reaction was rooted from downright adoration that his daughter drew a picture of him when she knows she doesn’t know enough of the basics to cover it, knowing that mira was interested in drawing– the arts, was enough to have him all giggly and on cloud nine.

“i don’t think it looks good…” rafayel immediately shakes his head once more. “it’s looks fantastic, what are you talking about!”

“then why’s mama laughing?” rafayel doesn’t want to look at you in fear that he’d burst out laughing himself as he perched his daughter on his lap.

“mama doesn’t know what she’s talking about! did you know, you draw fish better than your mama.” mira perks up at the praise.

rafayel nods, affirming his statement as he now sees the glint in her eyes, the same color as his.

“yeah, with a bit of practice, you’ll be better than me!” mira was now excited, feeling giddy at her father’s praise.

“how about this. you draw your mom next then i’ll teach you how to paint, do you want that?” mira nods excitedly before she bolts out the door, preparing to draw you in the same way she drew rafayel.

“was drawing me necessary?” you say as you wiped the tears of joy on your face. rafayel finally lets out a laugh.

“if i get an abstract portrait, so do you.”

sylus: daughter, 7

the big bad leader of onychinus was tired. he just finished up a meeting with one of the underground syndicates that were seeking his alliance. it did not end well for the other party as they were unreasonable with their demands and it was an obvious ploy to overthrow sylus out of his position.

he gets home to his mansion, greeting mephisto as he trudged along the wide hallways of his abode. wanting to greet his wife, he was surprised when the aforementioned pulls him aside and told him to quiet down.

sylus raises a brow, yet nothing was of importance to him. at least not before kissing you in greeting so he does just that and you swat his arm– that automatically finds itself wrapped on your waist, he smirks, inhaling your scent as you shush him once more.

“what's happening, my wife?” sylus asks as he peers over your shoulder to the entryway of his weapon room.

his eyes widened as he saw his daughter sitting down on the throne-like chair, luke and kieran kneeling before her.

“do you want to live, yes, no, maybe so?” she giggles and you couldn’t help but snort, knowing that she was just acting like her father. you hear sylus scoff from behind you but he makes no move to intervene.

luke and kieran play along, begging for their lives in a joking manner.

“missus, please spare my life! i gave you a chocolate bar when your dad told me not to!” luke pleads.

“no, missus! spare me. i’m the better looking one!” kieran says, luke nudges kieran and kieran does it right back, causing a little nudge fight to occur with sylus’ right hand men… if he could call them that, they were definitely acting like children.

your daughter, athena, laughs before she lifts her hand, a weak red linkage tugging at their clothes, it was a weaker version of sylus’ evol but it was still impressive nonetheless.

luke and kieran play along, pretending as if her evol were making them fly in the air as they make exaggerated “whooaaah” noises.

“missus, please hear us out!” athena hums before she clears her throat.

“oki!” she shakes her head, “wait no, that’s not how daddy does it… proceed.” luke and kieran internally coo at their boss’ daughter’s cuteness.

“how about… i buy you ice cream and candy for one week… or whenever the bossman tells you no.” athena’s eyes sparkle at luke’s suggestion.

“no, my proposal is better! what if i buy you anything you want if you let me free.” kieran rebuts and athena looks conflicted.

“princess, don’t think too hard about this.” the two henchmen jump slightly at sylus’ booming voice, athena gasps in happiness as she recognizes the voice.

“daddy! you’re home.”

sylus smiles at the running child who hugged his waist, greeting him. he kneels down and places a kiss on the crown of her hair.

“hello, my princess. how was your day?” he effortlessly lifts up his daughter, raising her on his hip as he walks toward the two henchmen who were fearing for their lives, wondering how much sylus heard about them giving athena treats they were not supposed to.

“it was fun! uncle luke and uncle kieran played with me the entire day!”

“speaking off…” sylus trails off and the men squeak at sylus’ glare.

“what option do you choose, princess?” athena’s brow furrows and sylus kisses it away. “you have to weigh down what’s more beneficial to you in the long run, sweetheart.” he advises and athena, smart for her age, immediately knows the right answer.

“uncle kieran’s because it’s not just food?” athena looks at her dad for confirmation and lets out a happy sound once he nods.

“yay!”

sylus huffs out a laugh, finding his daughter adorable. she definitely took after you in terms of how easy you were to please but he’d have it no other way. now that playtime was over, luke and kieran casually lounge at the room.

“how about you go and help mommy out with dinner?” she pouts. “you help too!”

sylus chuckles. “of course, princess.” he puts his daughter down and lets himself be pulled by the tiny being.

luke and kieran released a sigh of relief that they were holding as they saw the father-daughter duo leave the room… only to stand at attention once sylus comes back, his arm being pulled by his daughter.

“this conversation isn’t done. i’d like to know more about what you were giving my princess even if it wasn’t allowed.”

maybe luke and kieran had to beg for their lives after all.

note/s: dad!lads!dad!lads!dad!lads!dad!lads!dad!lads! *gunshot*

consider buying me a ko-fi ^^

#nebula's soul food

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nebulaeternal · 14 days ago

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Know Your Place

- Content: MDNI +18 colonel!Caleb x Reader, pwp, non-gender specific, everything is consensual, (safe) gun play, cock worship, blowjob, gagging, crying, very slight degradation into praise, cumming in your mouth/face.

- A/N: Remember that meme at the end of my first Caleb smut fic? I'm fulfilling the prophecy by making it real. ALSO this is all you're gonna get from me until I finish my exams, so o7

- Word count: ~1.3k

- AO3 Link

You found yourself under Caleb's work desk at his Skyhaven office. You weren't supposed to be there, but you had to talk to him, so when some officers knocked to come in, you hid in the first place you thought of.

Caleb didn't show signs of surprise or discomfort at your decision to dive between his legs, in fact, when they came in, he pushed himself a little closer to the desk to... Hide you better. Yeah. Never mind that you were being caged by his lower half and his crotch was at eye-level.

He talked with the officers normally, using his 'colonel' voice, a little sterner, a little deeper.

After some meaningless - at least to you - conversation, they left. Seconds of silence filled the space, as neither you nor Caleb moved.

Finally, he rolled his chair back enough to be able to look down at you from under his visor cap, purple eyes revealing nothing of his thoughts.

"You look comfortable down there," he joked at your unnatural and stiff position.

"I panicked," you explained, relaxing your limbs, "I didn't want to move once they entered in case I made noise."

"I don't want you to move, either," he rested his cheek on his fist, arm propped up by the elbow on the chair's armrest, "if I could, I would keep you there as a permanent addition to my office."

His tone was playful, but something told you that he very much meant what he was saying.

"Yeah, yeah, well, now move and let me out."

You braced yourself on his thighs to attempt to push him away and come out of the little space. Caleb's eyes widened a fraction and his gloved hands grabbed your wrists, but what made you stop was the tent that had just appeared on his pants. All because you palmed his thighs.

Like a staring competition, you couldn't tear your eyes away from his crotch, and that was only making it worse for him.

"Are you going to keep looking at it or do you plan on doing something about it?" his voice broke through the trance and made you look up.

The thought of the latter made you tighten your hold on him, which in turn tightened his hands around your wrists.

"I... I'll do something about it," you muttered timidly.

Caleb inhaled deeply, dragging your palms up his thighs as he sat back. He let go of you then. You reached for his button and zipper, pulling down his boxers to free his length. And what a length indeed. You almost had your hand wrapped around it when he stopped you.

"Not yet. You have to earn it. You have to earn me," he breathed, his pupils dilating at the sight of you on your knees, so eager. He didn't know how he was resisting, but it felt right, that he had to wait for you all those years, so now you had to wait too.

His hand disappeared into his coat, from where he pulled his gun out. He made a show of taking out the bullets and clicking the safety on, only to then press the muzzle to your lips.

"Suck it," he commanded.

You opened your mouth and licked the front, before wrapping your lips around the barrel and taking it in, all while trying your best to keep eye contact, because you knew that's what he wanted. Your saliva coated the exterior of the weapon, shiny.

His eyelids fluttered at the sight and he breathed out. He fisted his cock and started pumping at the same rhythm as you were sucking.

"Do you like that, huh? Pretending it's me?" he pushed the gun further into your mouth, "Are you trying to imagine how I taste?"

You nodded, dragging your tongue across the underside.

"Fuck... Beg for it," he pulled it out of your mouth and tossed it aside to grab your chin.

"Please," you said without hesitation, "please, Caleb, let me suck your dick."

"Show me how much it means to you," he let go of your chin and let his arms fall on the armrests, giving you free access to him.

You leaned forward, loosely wrapping one hand around his shaft while the other cupped his balls, rubbing them. Gentle as a feather, you pressed kisses up one of the visible veins.

He shifted in his seat, twitching in your hand with each touch of your lips, until you reached the tip, when he slid a hand through your hair to grab the back of your head.

"You look so cock-drunk and you haven't even started," he commented with a raise of his eyebrow and a nudge to your head, "slap it against your face."

One hit on your cheek, another - a bead of precum stained your skin. His smile was halfway between triumphant and restrained, he wanted to cum so badly.

"Now lick it all the way," he adjusted his hips, pushing them forward.

Just like you had done with the gun, you slowly dragged your tongue from bottom to top. He hissed.

"Oh my God. Take it. Take it into your mouth. Suck me off with that pretty mouth of yours."

The moment you put your lips around it, length disappearing between them inch by inch, he threw his head back, causing his hat to fall forward and block his vision. With a grunt of frustration, he threw it on his desk and gripped your hair tighter.

Both of your hands at work, and your mouth now added to it, Caleb's chest began rising and falling faster under his coat.

"Can I fuck your throat?" he asked with a tug.

You hummed a 'mhm', making him chuckle.

"I guessed as much. You like it so much you'd let me do anything, right?" his voice dropped, "I know exactly what your tastes are. I'm part of them, aren't I?"

He pushed your head down onto his cock, hips jerking forward in tandem. It made you gag and cover him in even more of your spit, dripping down your chin.

"So good it's makin' you- drool?" he punctuated with another thrust.

Lewd, unintentional sounds came out of you with every hit, and as the intensity and pace increased, and you managed to level your breathing, you started feeling tears welling up in your eyes. They were a pure physical response, but it made him slow down anyway, slight concern etched in his features.

"Mmm, too much? Hm- You're doing so well, though. Ah- I'm really close, you're doing so- oh- well. So good for me, for me... Just a bit longer?" he wiped the stray tears with his thumb.

You swirled your tongue around him in response, which had him gasping. Not even thinking of stopping, you continued your actions, head bobbing up and down and adding your muffled moans into it. You rolled your eyes back as you lifted your head and he was gone.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck, I'm- Kiss it. Kiss it," he shakily ordered.

No hesitation - you kissed his frenulum. With a moan, white webs shot all across your face, his head falling back. You caught some in your mouth, and licked the rest off his leaking tip.

"That's- You're so good. Mmm. I was right..." he looked down, eyes heavy, and grabbed a tissue from his desk to clean your messy face, "I have to keep you as a permanent addition to my office... This is where you belong. And clearly... You know your place too, don't you?"

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nebulaeternal · 14 days ago

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A Man in Uniform [Caleb]

Content: Smut, Dom/Sub Undertones, Thigh Riding, Glove Kink, Finger Sucking, Finger Fucking, Misuse of Evols, Rough Sex, Degradation, AFAB Reader, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None (AFAB)

Note: I see Caleb within the childhood friend trope. Anything outside of that makes me uncomfortable, so I won't be engaging with it in any sort of way.

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This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

“Mmm—fuck!”

You don’t know how you got here, but you don’t really care either. It’s not like knowing would help soothe the fierce burn in the pit of your stomach. Hell, grinding your bare pussy on his white pants wasn’t helping all that much, besides leaving a nice, big mark of yourself on him. But! It was better than just rubbing your thighs together while he sat across from you staring like he wanted to devour you.

What an ass. All that starting, and yet he’s making you do all the work.

“Caleb—” His hand swiftly makes contact with your bare ass. “Anh—Colonel!”

Oh well, you’re a sucker for certain men in uniform, so you’ll let this go for now. You’ll get back at him later. For now, you make the decision to put him to work. Even if he still makes you do all the work, you’d at least get what you want.

Slowing your moments on his thigh a bit, you move to grab his gloved hand that was resting on the back of the couch. Caleb eyes were glazed with intrigue as you brought his fingers into the warmth of your waiting mouth. You look at him through your lashes, as you lick and suck to coat the leather. Surely, he would get the hint.

He smirks, yanking his fingers from your mouth. He uses his evol to shove you into the couch. Once he lets up, you throw your ass up in the air, presenting it to him.

“You’re supposed to be a Special Ops hunter, and yet you can’t send a subtle hint to save your life.” He sighs as he strikes your ass again. “Fine, I’ll comply.”

Caleb wastes no time in shoving two fingers into your dripping cunt, setting a brutal pace. Your eyes rolled back, and your keens come out as wet and broken as the gushing sounds from your pussy.

He laughs sardonically. “Seems like that innocent act was hiding the real slut underneath.”

You grit your teeth, whipping your head around to face him.

“Do not call me that.”

“Why not? That’s what you are. You jumped me, got yourself off on my thigh, and begged me to shove my gloved fingers in your cunt without even using your words.” He chuckles, “If that isn’t a slut then you’ve evolved into something new.” He joins you on the couch and traps your body underneath his, making sure your thigh can feel the heavy heat of his own arousal. “So, what would you like me to call you instead?”

You smile.

“How about you fuck me, and figure it out on your own?”

Caleb may be a shadow of a person you used to know, but you were certain that there were still parts of him you could reach.

You hear the tell-tale jingle of a belt buckle.

He was still as competitive and gullible as ever.

Hook, line and sinker.