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[lynk-zee]

As Lovers…

Rafayel is a passionate lover through and through. There’s nothing short of electricity in his movements, his hips languidly slamming into yours as he holds your hands above your head. He’s so sensual…And LOUD! Someone shut this man up please!! He’s the type where location doesn’t matter. Your fire just has to match his and it’s go time baby. Beach sex is a must, Rafayel has scarred his fish friends too many times with how much he’s fucked you in the ocean. Whenever he wants to initiate, he puts on this pouty look, saying that he’s having an art block, and needs inspiration through your body.

Rafayel: The passions of the human body is the rawest form of art, you know…

Zayne is a strict lover. If you let him be. His default of course is some good old vanilla, but if you let him, he’ll really indulge in his fantasies. He’s a hard worker, he deserves to let loose sometimes. Some days if you visit him during lunch, he’ll pin you down onto his desk, venting out his frustrations with every slam of his hips. Other days he’ll lean back in his chair, watching your every move as you follow his orders, correcting you when necessary.

Zayne: Ah-ah… Slower… Move your hips more… Good…

He always pockets your panties afterwards, much to your chagrin. But what else is going to get him through the day?

Xavier is a kinky motherfucker.

Ahem.

Xavier is a quick learner. If anything, your body is his favorite book to read. He always takes the time to analyze your reactions, dissect the meaning behind every moan and writhe whenever his lips graze your skin. And when he’s fully familiarized himself with your body, all hell breaks loose. Because he wants more. More of your moans, your whines, your cries. He wants to see how far he can push you to get what he wants. And then he wants to push you more. There’s always something he wants to try, something he read in a book and wants to reenact. Sometimes you wonder where he gets all this material from. Little did you know he studies all those trashy romance novels for ideas on how to please you. Because he’s doing this for you. Your pleasure is just the reward he craves.

[aurorasgate]

mutual masturbation with caleb

caleb x fem!reader this is pure filth y'all and the first time i'm writing for this man who can't seem to get out of my brain🫠🩷

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! masturbation obvi, post when he comes back, a tiny bit of voyeurisms but its not on purpose, praise kink, cute teasing and pet names, he'd kiss you if he weren't a little romantic for you but that doesn't stop him from cumming on you <3 its true love okay, i don't think anything else but please let me know if i missed something!

the key to your place sits in his palm, warm from his skin, guiding him like it’s tied to a tether thats other end could only possibly be with you. the person he wants to be with the most in the world. it’s small and light, especially in a hand as large as his, but it holds the weight of so much more.

hope. a promise and want all consuming and built over years together and what feels like even longer apart.

caleb knows you just got home, the pinging notification of your late arrival after work came on his phone the same minute he stepped off the train from skyhaven to linkon. he had decided to not let you know he’s coming by but didn’t waste a single moment hurrying to the store for ingredients to cook you something delicious and make his way to your apartment so he’s not late.

there’s something blooming in his chest as he slides the key into the lock without knocking, warm and familiar despite the thought that you might not be happy to see him sitting unwelcomingly at the bottom of his stomach and this being the first time he’s ever used the key you gave him.

you’ve been reaching out more, sounding happier because of him, asking when you’ll be together next, and he doesn’t want this distance between you any longer. he wants to see you, every breathing moment he wants you right next to him, and is looking forward to your surprised and smiling face upon his arrival.

your apartment is quieter, darker, than he expected when he opens the door and closes it with a soft click behind him. he knows you’re home and yet, the only thing to greet him is the blue lights of your kitchen appliances displaying the late hour. with quiet movements, he sets down the paper bag full of ingredients on the kitchen counter, leaves his keys next to it, and takes in your space; the items around him sitting in shadow that are all reminders of you, the sweet scent of you lingering in the air, the doors down the small hallway without light shining through them, except for your bedroom.

a low light filters through the bottom and slight crack in the not quite closed door, like only your nightstand lamp is on, and if he listens carefully, he can hear the muffled and small rustling sounds of movements. he doesn’t call out to you or say a word as he makes his way towards your bedroom. perhaps it’s out of habit, an old childhood one where he’d enjoy keeping quiet, hidden, until you were within arms reach and surprising you, giving you a bit of a jumpscare, so he could see your face contort with a cute pout once you realized it was him. or maybe it’s for other reasons, ones hard to put a name to when he hadn’t really let himself before but that are anything but foreign to him.

before he can decide what he’ll do, finally say something so you know he’s here or knock on the frame or just swing it open and ask accusingly, teasingly, what you’re doing, all of his movements and brain function come to a complete halt an inch away from the threshold of your bedroom when he hears you. 

lewd squelching sounds, rhythmic and fast, chasing after something, fills his ears and is accompanied rather than drowned out by the way you call his name in a way he’d only ever heard in his most sinful of dreams. 

“c - caleb~”

no - this couldn’t compare. it was so much better than he had been able to imagine and almost too good to be true. and when it comes again, more desperate, full of heat and wanting need, he’s reaching for the door before he can decide whether he actually should or not.

you don’t hear the opening of your door with your pleasure and thoughts of caleb getting the better of you. all you can focus on is the way your fingers don’t quite reach deep enough and the image of calebs hands, so much bigger, stronger, than your own, being able to touch and pleasure the depths of your warmth and find the perfect spot inside you over and over again. you don’t doubt he’d be wonderful at it.

it’s not the first time you’ve thought of him like this and it certainly won’t be the last. especially now that you swear he’s within arms reach in a way you thought you’d never have the chance to try for after.. well, you don’t want to think about that now. and you don’t. can’t possibly when you finally open your eyes and, through your hazy, lust filled vision, see him standing at the entrance of your bedroom.

your brain takes several moments to catch up, not quite sure if you were actually seeing him or just a mirage that you had conjured up more times than you’d like to count but when your eyes meet the lavender fields of his own, see them darkening into something more akin to most stunning of amethyst, and he says your name in a tone you had never heard from before, you know he’s there for real. having witnessed you touching yourself and no doubt having heard you calling out for him as you did.

there’s no notice of your displeasure at the loss of fullness between your legs when mortification is a living thing inside of you, washing over every nerve and inch of skin and has you sputtering out incoherent words as your hands tug at the shirt you had lifted just above your breasts and your legs shut with a clap of your thighs and the stickiness that had built up trying to get yourself off. “oh my fucking - caleb - i - when did - i’m - you - i just -” 

the step he takes closer to you, drawing your eyes from his handsome darkened features to the impressive bulge straining in his jeans, stops your words. you aren’t quite sure if your silence is better or worse than your string of explanations, questions, excuses, you couldn’t even form fully but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“you don’t have to stop on my account,” he finally says, his tone heady and teasing all at once. he thinks you look astonishingly stunning like this, the heat of your cheeks radiating through the entire room, your lips parted but no words coming out, your legs shyly pressed together and your peaked nipples showing through the thin fabric of your shirt that hardly covers you up. he keeps a painful distance between you despite it all and how badly he wants to touch you right now. he can’t overstep. can’t do anything that might make the progress you had made together thus far since reuniting come crumbling down at his feet. “i can leave if you-”

“no!” you’re quick to reply, your voice far more desperate than you would have preferred and you half expect caleb to comment on it but he only stares at you, like he might never let you leave this room, the tension between you building and building until you think you can’t take it anymore and force yourself to continue, to say what lays in your heart. “don’t go.. unless you want to. i - i’m sorry..”

he chuckles, soft and with no judgment. “you don’t have anything to be sorry for.” he’s more than honored to be the one you think of when touching yourself, would have loathed for it to be anyone but him. caleb starts to close the distance between you, slow and giving you the chance to change your mind but he hopes, prays, you don’t. for so long he’s dreamed of you like this. at the edge of your bed, he stands and watches his fingers running along the cotton of your sheets before they’re on the arch of your foot, traveling up to your ankle in a chaste movement that’s comforting and electrifying. “i don’t want to go.”

you feel far too shy, still so full of embarrassment and mortification he found you like this, to speak the words out loud that you want him, for him to touch you, be with you in a way you never had before, and are beyond thankful and breathless when he takes the lead and says the words himself.

calebs eyes meet yours, making it feel like your heart may leap right out of your chest with all the emotions behind his gaze that you could get lost in and the way his breaths fall heavy and hot in the space around. “let me help you.”

it’s not a question but you nod in acknowledgement anyway and try to swallow your shame. you never need to feel that way with him; not back then and not now. spreading your legs slowly, your arms cradled to your chest, his touch remains on your ankle but his eyes drop to watch your movements and your own are just as shameless, taking in the hardness of his cock and the way it seems to twitch in his jeans at the sight of you. 

“have you ever touched someone like this caleb?” you don’t know why you ask. time and time again he’s told you he wouldn’t get a girlfriend, hasn’t had a girlfriend, and if the answer was yes - you could already feel the lick of jealousy traveling up your spine. 

his hand not on your leg reaches for your face, gentle and firm in the way he forces you to look at him with his grip on your chin. “what do you think?” he looks and sounds unbelievably serious, like he’s hurt you’d even ask and truthfully, he is. there has never been anyone but you and there never will be anyone but you in his eyes. cradled in his arms. in his bed. on his cock.

worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, he keeps his hold on your chin but you need to look anywhere but the violet eyes staring back at you. it’s too much and not enough. not nearly what you need but enough to swallow you whole. instead of replying, you spread your legs farther, focusing on his fingers still lingering on your ankle and how badly you want them to touch other places of you. “caleb..” is all you can bring yourself to reply but it’s answer enough for him.

his hands leave you in order to make quick work of his shoes before he’s crawling his way between your legs, fully clothed, completely hard, and having to remind himself to breathe rather than take you in every possible way he could right here and now. though he can’t say it’s helping when every lung full of air is laced with your scent and your arousal. but he hasn’t even ever kissed you before and regardless of how badly- so fucking badly - he wants you, you deserve something so much more than sharing your first kiss together like this. he simply won’t have it.

with your thighs resting on his, helping keep you spread open, he sits on his knees to reach your face and kiss your forehead, tender and lingering and full of love. your face is so warm under his lips and against your burning skin, he whispers with a smile, “go on pretty girl. i said i’d help.”

as he pulls his lips away, your hand still stained with your essence finds its way back between your legs. how much you’re truly enjoying having caleb here is evident in the wetness you find there, so much more than before when it had only been you and your imagination to get you through it. you gather your slick on the tips of your fingers with a swipe along your folds, starting from your little hole and moving up to your clit that you graze softly with your nail and let out a small sound in response. 

caleb doesn’t touch you, not yet, and instead watches through heavy lidded eyes at the way your fingers sink into your cunt, slow and tentative, the way you take them in and the jolt of pleasure that resounds through the rest of you at the pleasure of it; how your chest lifts slightly off the bed as you try to take in breaths through it, your legs trembling against his own in time with the wet sounds of your fingers going in and out and your other hand that reaches for him in a silent plea.  

but it’s for more than him to finally touch you and you know you’ll have to say it aloud for him to do it but he did say he’d help you and this would absolutely do the trick.  “will you.. will you touch yourself too?”

“yeah? you’d like that pipsqueak?”

“don’t call me that when we’re like this,” you chide, not nearly as serious as you wish you were but it’s just not something you can muster right now. not when you can’t even look up at him. a fact he knows all too well by the way he chuckles low in response. “please caleb.. want to see you feel good too.”

“seeing you like this makes me feel good,” he replies, dreamy and far away but it’s followed by the sound of his belt being undone and the zipper of his jeans. you can’t help but stare at his movements, watching as he pulls himself free of his boxers just enough to grasp the base of his cock and good god he’s big. you had assumed considering all of him is, that this would be no exception but seeing his cock and the way it looks in his hold is something else entirely. “do you always think about me when you’re touching yourself sweetheart?”

“always..” you admit, trying to match the rhythm of your fingers to the pace he begins to set for himself, and it’s absolutely the truth. even when you thought it might be wrong to think of him like this, you couldn’t help yourself or the way your brain and pussy always ran towards thoughts of him and him alone. “do you? think about me when you touch yourself, i mean..”

finally, after what feels like so long, he touches you, using his hand that can feel you without pain to press his thumb against the swollen bundle of nerves that’s your clit. you’re so unbelievably soft, he thinks, so perfect. how could ever think of anyone else? “every. single. time.” he punctuates each word with more and more pressure in the little swirls and attention he gives your clit, all the while gripping himself tighter.

the warmth of his hand joins yours as you both explore and touch between your legs. it’s hard to believe he’s never done this before when every single touch he gives you is so far beyond what you had ever been able to give yourself and you only think it’s more true when his long fingers glide down the back of your hand and one of them joins two of yours that fills your dripping cunt. he slides it in slow, as if taking in every millisecond of it for himself just as much as it for you, and lets his palm press against the back of your hand so every move you make it as one.

“ah! caleb!” you cry out at the welcomed stretch, so blissed out and hungry for more. your free hand grabs a hold of his arm that works himself in slow pumps, up and down the length of his cock, collecting the pearly beads of precum leaking from his slit.  you’re surprised to find it warm despite what you know lies beneath but you don’t let it stop you from your fingers digging into his skin, enough to hurt, make sure he feels it, feels you.

he groans at how tightly you hold onto him and the way you greedily accept his finger with your own, every sweet and full in and out mention of them making you more full than you’d ever been but somehow you don’t think it’s enough as his cock would be.  it takes no time at all for him to find and follow where you curl them into the perfect spot inside of you, making you see stars of purples and white. 

“you’re such a good girl..” he praises with the same low tone, completely intoxicated with your noises and the sounds that join them in a sweet and filthy melody of your dripping pussy and his aching cock. “you can take another, can’t you?”

nodding, you attempt to add an emphasis to how badly you want more by unlatching your hand from his arm and running your fingers along the head of his dick. it’s hard to steady your movements with the way your body sways with each thrust of fingers in and out of you, the pace caleb helps you set that rocks your body almost soothingly, but the feeling of you in anyway, no matter how, is enough to drive caleb wild. he doesn’t waste a moment sliding another one of his long and lithe fingers into you, taking full control of yours, pressing them against your velvety walls and setting a punishing pace that you will not be able to keep for long. 

“caleb - wait -”

“keep your legs spread,” he tells you when you attempt to voice how quickly your orgasm is coming to you and bring your legs together to help calm yourself down but like the good girl he knows you are, his good girl, they shakily open back up at his words.

“won’t last like this..” you try to tell him but you don’t know if the words actually leave your lips when the pressure below your belly won’t stop building at an alarming rate and is spurred on by how he looks between your legs. his eyes are hidden underneath the ends of soft locks but you know he’s looking at you, watching the way his fingers get lost in the soft silk of your pussy, and you’re utterly captivated by the way his arms flex underneath his shirt as he gets you both where you want to be and his hand wrapped around his cock, growing more and more erratic in its movements. it has you aching to have him inside of you. 

it’s not something you’ll get the change to voice, however. not when he looks into your eyes, presses his fingers knuckles deep and then deeper, forcing your own to go with his, and the words he speaks are more of a command than a request, with a lilt of the voice you heard him use when being the commander of the fleet, leaving no room or choice but for your body to obey. “cum for me beautiful.”

you do. breaking around his fingers like you never have on your own before. it’s overwhelming, enough to have tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, a pleasuring cry you had never made before slipping uncontrollably out of your lips in the form of his name, and your walls clenching and pulsing so hard around both of your fingers. through every rack of pleasure coursing through your body, caleb only adds to it, already knowing the perfect spot to keep hitting inside of you in order to let you ride out every last moment of your high and when you think maybe it’s over, it only gets prolonged when you hear the deep moan of your name caleb lets out above you and feel the warmth of his release on your vulva, how it coats you in his plentiful cum and drips from your cunt onto the sheets below you before he’s even finished.

you aren’t sure how long you stay like that, both of you fighting for breath and letting the last bits of your orgasms wash over you, but after some time when all that's left is the mess between your legs and the truth of what you’ve just done together still a warming hum in your limbs, caleb is careful, thoughtful, as he helps to guide your fingers out of your entrance, soothing you with a soft hum when the overstimulation of it makes you shutter. 

“feelin’ better?” he asks, the aftershock of pleasure still clinging to his vocal cords.

“mhm - much.” your own voice is not any better but you don’t care or worry. not when it feels so good, so right, to have him here with you, seeing you like this. despite your past embarrassment about it only minutes ago, which can’t hold a candle to this between you, it brings you back to how you ended up here in the first place. you’re certain he wasn’t here before and that you didn’t have plans, not that it’s a complaint though. “no offense caleb but what are you doing here?”

you see him smirk as he gets off of your bed, tucking his dick back into his pants with ease before looking at you as if you hung the moon and stars yourself, just for him. “making you dinner, of course.” he says it so matter of factly, like he wasn’t just knuckles deep inside you, as he leans over the edge of the bed to scoop you into his embrace, one strong arm at your back and one under your legs, uncaring of the mess dripping from your pussy. “after we get you cleaned up that is.”

[neuropri5m]

call us prism ⋆ 20, any pronouns

plural did system. syscourse avoidant+anti misinfo+generally inclusive

autistic+arfid+part time aac user

mentally ill+schizoaffective

pots+heds+co

part time mobility aid user+waiting to get a manual wheelchair

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pfp by our partner @dizzi-doggi

sideblog @pri5mposting

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disability, plurality, aesthetics, fashion, queerness, activism, nonhumanity, art

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dni: basic criteria, transid, ddlg/abdl+supporters, alter economy, contradicting labels antis, cripplepunk/madpunk antis

byi: emetophobic. do not send chainmail. tone tags preferred when necessary. we block freely. we talk abt weed

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alter intros under cut

the mansion

ace ⋆ he/they ⋆ 🐺

alexei ⋆ he/she/it ⋆ 🍇

amira ⋆ they/she ⋆ 💍

callum ⋆ he/they ⋆ 🦄

cyan ⋆ he/they ⋆ 🧊

dorian ⋆ he/they/it/thou ⋆ 💉

eos ⋆ they/it/she/he ⋆ 💕

glisten ⋆ he/they/she ⋆ 🪞

glitch ⋆ he/they/xe ⋆ ⚡️

linkin ⋆ they/he/it ⋆ 🔪

lucy ⋆ she/it/they ⋆ 🎀

mal ⋆ she/it ⋆ 🥀

mars/lucky ⋆ any/all ⋆ ✨

micah ⋆ they/he ⋆ 🧷

nilla ⋆ it/they/he/she/dream/pink/soft/rip/gore ⋆ 🍰

oliver ⋆ he/him ⋆ 💿

piper/robin/quinn/reece ⋆ they/h3 ⋆ 🪀

silas ⋆ he/she/they/it/thou ⋆ ⚰️

valentine ⋆ it/he/she/they/xe ⋆ 🍁

the underground

connor ⋆ he/they/it ⋆ 🍨

incubus ⋆ it/he/they ⋆ 🧨

lace ⋆ she/it/they ⋆ 🍧

little ⋆ 🍥

red/damascus ⋆ he/it ⋆ 📌

silver ⋆ he/they ⋆ 🔗

the laboratory

curly ⋆ he/him ⋆ 🦾

ericka ⋆ she/they/xe/it ⋆ 💊

joker ⋆ they/it ⋆ 🃏

junie ⋆ she/they ⋆ ✏️

kellin ⋆ he/they ⋆ 🧩

mercedes ⋆ they/he/she/it ⋆ 💵

nathan ⋆ they/he ⋆ 🔬

prince ⋆ he/it ⋆ 👑

the experimenter ⋆ he/it ⋆ 🩻

the overseer/celia ⋆ they/it/she ⋆ 🪼

zacharie ⋆ he/xe/they ⋆ 🧪

little ⋆ 🐛

the observatory

archelaus ⋆ he/they/it/thou/thon ⋆ 🏛️

aster ⋆ they/it/rainbow ⋆ 🌦️

nova ⋆ she/they/it/thou ⋆ 🌙

the city

alex ⋆ they/she ⋆ ☄️

asra ⋆ he/any ⋆ 🪄

ellis ⋆ he/they ⋆ 🎫

little ⋆ they/them ⋆ 🧸

gabriel ⋆ they/he ⋆ ⚖️

julian ⋆ he/they/it ⋆ 🍷

lazarus ⋆ he/it ⋆ 🫀

léon ⋆ he/him ⋆ 🍯

poppy ⋆ she/it ⋆ 🎭

thomas ⋆ he/they ⋆ ♟️

the forest

little ⋆🧁

bluebell ⋆ he/they/it ⋆ 🪻

clem ⋆ she/they ⋆ 🌼

clover ⋆ he/she ⋆ 🍀

eli ⋆ they/he ⋆ ☀️

lily ⋆ she/they/nym/vaer ⋆ 💐

lottie ⋆ she/they/it ⋆ 🪽

lynette ⋆ she/her ⋆ 🕷️

owen ⋆ he/they ⋆ 🦕

pixie ⋆ any/all ⋆ 🧚

sylvie ⋆ she/they ⋆ 🔮

[lynk-zee]

Your Fragrance

NSFW

There was no way in hell you were going to meet up with Thomas in time for the exhibit. Not when Rafayel has you pinned to the couch, face shoved in your neck, groaning against your skin as he pounds his hips into yours. What did they put in that perfume anyways? Some sort of Lemurian sex pollen? You would never know, not with Rafayel fucking you into the couch like a madman. He was so loud, his breath hot against your ear as he groaned and whimpered, making your skin pound with heat. Whatever was in that perfume had sent him into a frenzy.

“F-Fuck! Rafayel!!” You cried out, feeling your gut twist as he fucked you to your third high. You clawed at his back, bracing yourself for the torrent of pleasure to consume you when he stopped. Your eyes fly open, seeing him pull away to hover you, eyebrows knit together, eyes squeezed shut, and mouth hanging open, desperately gasping for air.

Then he moves again. Slower.

“What if we…” His voice is raspy and desperate. “What if we go slower…?”

His moves reflected his words, retaining equal passion, sending your back into an arch as you bite your lip to keep from crying out.

“I-In and out…” He rasped, his hands finding purchase on your hips. “In and out…”

You tried muffling your mewls into your knuckles as he rocked into you at a slower and more sensual pace.

“F-Fuck…!” You whined, his more leisure tempo spiraling you into pleasurable torture. “M-Move!”

Rafayel’s too far gone, his eyes a glassy haze, mouth ajar as he tries to retain his breath.

“In….and out….”

He drags out your pleasure until your creaming again, your back arched, beads of sweat rolling down your skin as he takes you again and again.

You thought you finally had some reprieve when he pulled out, you laying in a pool of sweat, shaking through the aftershock of a tumultuous amount of rounds as you gulped for air.

Until he flipped you over.

On your hands and knees, Rafayel leans down, digging his nose into your neck, breathing in the scent of that wicked perfume.

“God….I hate that smell…” He groans into your ear. A violent shiver wracked your body as you feel him line up with you once again. “Have to cover it….with my own..”

[lynk-zee]

Kitty cards but make it a strip game.

Zayne would go full throttle, winning each and every round, countering your meow this’s with his own. He will get you naked. His determination is too powerful.

Rafayel would take his sweet ass time, drawing out the games, losing some, winning most, just so he could enjoy the show.

Xavier would lose so hard— But his ass would be weird about it. Like instead of leaving his underwear for last, he’d go head to toe, his socks being the only things left.

[lynk-zee]

I have a random quick little request! Can you write for each deepspace lad what he would respond to if the MC texted them "Bring some Magnums on your way home please?" Who would bring home the ice cream, the c*ndoms, or both? Haha tyy!

Magnums

AN: This request is fucking awesome.

Zayne would for sure bring both. He’s a doctor, he has to be prepared for every possible outcome! So when he presents both to you, he said

Zayne: Better safe than sorry.

In the end both was the right decision. Especially when you licked the ice cream off him.

Rafayel would totally bring condoms, not ice cream, expecting a night of feral love making on a bed full of rose petals. So imagine his surprise when you tell him you wanted the ice cream.

Rafayel: Well, I do have a popsicle you can suck on—

Slap.

Xavier would bring the ice cream so you two can share :> When you tell him you wanted condoms, his face goes :U

Xavier: I can go back and grab some… But I thought you preferred it when I finish ins—

Instead of ice cream he gets you a cream pie.

[lynk-zee]

Favorite Positions

NSFW

Zayne loves taking you from behind in front of a mirror. He loves the absolute control he has over you in this position, being able to watch your every reaction to his moves. He also loves the way this position it accentuates how much bigger he is than you? Size kink much?

Rafayel absolutely loves some good missionary. Especially when he gets to pin your hands above your head when he thrusts into you. So fucking hot. He loves having a front row seat to each and every one of your moans and reactions. He wants to see the fruits of his art up close.

Is every position an option? Because Xavier can’t choose. As long as he’s fucking you, he doesn’t really have a preference. Though, he does like it when your hands are tied behind your back while you’re on your knees. There are loads of things he could do with you like this. And you would be helpless to his control.

[lynk-zee]

Awkward Sex Moments…

Rafayel had this idea to capture human desire in a painting by fucking on a canvas. The abstract painting didn’t look half bad— until you saw your butt cheek print in the corner of the painting. Mortified, you told Rafayel to paint over it to which he refused because it would lose the art’s “authenticity”. He hangs it proudly in his bedroom, and you refuse to have sex in there because of it.

You and Zayne wanted to indulge in some sexy doctor/patient role play…Until he took it too seriously. First he asked for your insurance to make sure this “checkup” was completely covered. Then he proceeded to measure your height and weight.

Zayne: Is this not normal procedure for a full body checkup?

Him commenting that you gained two pounds since your last visit didn’t help either…

Xavier…FELL ASLEEP MID FUCK.

He initiated it too! Got you all nice and riled up on the couch. Whispered the right things, caressed the right places, did everything right so you were hot and bothered and practically begging him to take you. All for him to conk the fuck out while you were riding him.

MC: Xavier? Baby…?

MC: …Are you fucking kidding me—

[lynk-zee]

hey,

Not sure if you got this request already but could you do a scenario where MC is deliberately being a brat and the LADS know and are like shut up and she's like make me. All would be awesome but just Zayne or Xavier solo would be fine too. Thanks!

Brat 🎀

Spicy. But marked NSFW to be safe.

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In all honesty, you were doing the most. You were all huffy and puffy, throwing fits left and right for absolutely no reason. Yes, he canceled the dinner date you had planned for weeks, nullifying all the work you did last night to get dolled up and pretty. But he promised to make it up to you! Why can’t you just accept his apology and move on?

By your fifteenth huff that night, he was over it.

“Would you be quiet and let it go already?”

“Make me!”

A dangerous game. Do you really want to go there? He doesn’t respond immediately, eerily quiet, sharp eyes observing you as you have a mini hissy fit. While you whine and pout, he’s the embodiment of control, stone cold and reactionless to your tantrum. Then he cocks an eyebrow.

“What did you say?”

A part of you screamed at the danger, your fight or flight instincts kicking in. But you pressed forward. He deserved it after how angry he made you.

“You heard me!”

It all happened so fast. One moment, you both were seated on the couch together. The next you were bent over his knee. You gulped, looking back up at him as he stared down at you, pupils blown wide.

“I think…” He leans down to whisper in your ear. You shiver as he runs his fingers delicately through your hair, contrast to the hard look in his eyes.“I think…Someone needs to relearn their manners…”

Shocked. Disbelief. Wig snatched. He turns to you slowly. “Did you really just say that to me?”

Crossing your arms, you stare him down. “Yeah? What are you going to do about it?”

His eyes gain that predatory glint, a sinister smirk on his face. He walks up to you, tilting your head up at him with a finger under your chin. Usually you would be able to hold your own against Rafayel. But there’s something about that look in his eyes that had rendered you powerless.

“What should I do, indeed…” His voice is gravelly as he inspects your attitude. “Your highness is having a bit of a tantrum…How unbecoming…”

Your breath hitches as he grazes his lips against yours, your hot breath mingling with his. Before you can reach up for a proper kiss, he pulled away, making you whine pitifully. He hummed, threading his fingers through your hair.

“It’ll be like that all night…” He purred, stroking your cheek. “So close, but never enough…Until your crying…”

“That’s your punishment tonight, for being such a brat.”

…Run. Run for the hills, run for your life! Xavier’s been waiting so long for an excuse to bring out the big guns.

“….Pardon?”

One moment, he was in front of you. The next, he flashes behind you, pinning you against the wall, holding your arms behind your back. You gasp at the sudden movement. He’s fast— too fast! You could hear him breathing heavily through his nose, heaving with excitement.

“Do you want me to…?” He whispers hotly into your ear. “Do you really want me to…?”

You’re in dangerous waters. You’ve always known Xavier had a freaky side, but did you want to explore it now? At your expense?

Still feeling defiant, you huffed at him “Bring it on!”

What you weren’t expecting was for him to flash back with ropes in his hand. He gave you an eerie smile.

“You said to make you be quiet, right?”

I could have wrote “they give you the silent treatment”, but here we are 😋

[lynk-zee]

Shorelines

Synopsis: In which you and Rafayel indulge in his Lemurian form…

He lays you on the softest sand on the shore, your upper body meticulously placed for perfect oxygen intake while the waves licked up your midriff like a blanket. Rafayel grinned down at you, a hint of affection in his smirk as you struggled to take his lemurian form. His claws caress your face gently as your blunt nails dig into his scales, absorbing every gasp and whine that leaves you as you get used to his increased size. From the corner of your eyes, you can see his tail sway leisurely behind him, the vibrant scales glistening like diamonds under the setting sun each time it broke through the waters surface.

“Is this everything you wanted… Your highness…”

He teased lightly. Contrast to the cool tone on his face, he was burning through every ounce of restraint he had to not absolutely ravage you into the sand bed. But he kept steady, flexing his claws, drawing in deep breaths, controlling the way his eyes twitched when you hiccuped in desperation. You needed time. It was the first time you guys tried something like this. But time was virtue of which he was quickly running out.

He wanted you now.

Rafayel’s jolted from his thoughts when you caress his face, your chest still heaving from the intensity of it all. He encases your hand in his large claws, pressing it to his lips, nibbling the skin lightly with his fangs.

“Your highness…” He whispered, worshipping your precious fingers. “My queen….”

He clenched his jaw as your back arched, pleasure consuming you like an unforgiving torrent of waves. You threw your head back into the sand, gasping desperately for air as you spasm around him. But even through that, Rafayel is a force of strength and control. He stays firm, letting you writhe and cry underneath him, not moving a muscle until you tell him too.

By the time you calm down, you’re still breathing heavily, face scorching hot as you meekly look up at your lover. When your eyes meet his, his reflecting that of a passionate inferno, you give him a nod.

And against the tides of the ocean, he sets the shore ablaze.

[lynk-zee]

hey lynkzee!

you know how in Exclusive Tutorial (mild spoiler) Zayne says "provocation doesn't work on me?" What if the reader takes that very personal, as a challenge.... Doesn't have to be within that card's context either.

Provocation

Spicy but marked NSFW to be safe!

It had been bothering you for months. Ever since the exclusive tutorial Zayne gave you at the billiards table, you couldn’t get his stupid words out of your head.

“Provocation doesn’t work on me.”

By who? Was that a challenge? This sentence kept repeating itself over and over in your head, even as you sleep. Did he really think you weren’t sexy enough to be persuaded?

Maybe sexiness wasn’t the issue. Zayne clearly loves your body. He wouldn’t be fucking you every day if he didn’t. Maybe it was the fact that he wouldn’t break…Even if it was you. Maybe that’s what bothered you.

So, you made it your mission tonight. Provocation doesn’t work on him? So you’ll make him beg. Tonight he has another dinner party with his co-workers at a luxury club. This time, you were going all out.

Red fabric dripped off your skin in sultry waves. You were the sexiest you’ve ever been, you felt like a sensual deity. When you opened the door for Zayne who was going to pick you up for the party, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you. His face blanked, a hot flush filling his cheeks.

“You like?” You did an innocent twirl for him, your scent wafting into his flared nostrils. Was that a new perfume? And— god, the oil you glazed your skin with smelt like honey. You countenance was downright sexual. He felt like he could barely breathe in your presence.

“You’re gorgeous…” He murmured. You fought down a smirk as his hands drifted up your forearm in light grazes. Your skin against his was magnetic. And there was faint music in the background he could discern. Was that to set the mood? He cleared his throat. “We should go…”

You pout, your tantalizing red lips making him lick his own as his throat dried. You fluttered your butterfly eyelashes. “I don’t want to anymore…”

It was only then he realized the room was dimly lit by candles, red petals scattered on the floor. He swallowed thickly. “Were those the roses I bought for you last week…”

“Yes…They were wilting…I wanted to repurpose them for something better…”

At that point he knew it was a trap. But he couldn’t help but be drawn in.

You hummed. Everything was set up perfectly. Dimmed lighting, sensual music, a romantic atmosphere. And you, the grand feast. You pouted up at him again and whispered, “I don’t want to go anymore…”

Zayne’s lips parted as he sucked in a breath, the surrounding atmosphere blurring until he could only see you, your pouty lips, and your salacious outfit. Your voice oozed sex as you whined how badly you wanted to stay home. With him. His icy demeanor started cracking under the heat.

You stepped closer, making him gulp audibly. With a dainty hand, you smoothed out the expensive fabric of his tailored vest, your fingers making their way up to graze his neck. “The party will be so boringgg…” You whine softly, your desperate voice turning his ears pink. You caressed his jaw. “You’d have so much more fun here…With me…Come on, I’ll show you where the rest of the rose petals are.”

He gripped your hand, trying to steady himself through the dizzying lust. Zayne closed his eyes to regain his composure and he looked at you. “The others are waiting…”

“But I’m here right now…” You pressed closer, chest to chest as you leaned your head against his shoulder. “I’m here…” You whispered. “I’m much more interesting than your co-workers…”

“You are..” He gritted out. Zayne tried to ignore how dangerously close your hands were to his hips, tracing circles. “Come. We made a promise.”

“You made a promise to me…To show me you love me, that you want me with every fiber of your being, until the end of time…” You bit your lip, fluttering your eyelashes at him with doe eyes. “Isn’t that more important…” You pull him down by his necktie as you lean up, whispering hotly into his ear. “…Sir?”

At that moment, he kicked your front door shut and threw you over his shoulder to head to the bedroom. You silently cheered, but your celebration was cut short by a slap to the ass.

Turns out provocation does work on Zayne.

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Ass, Chest, or Thighs

To preface this, the boys love all parts of your body. But if they had to choose one over the others…

Zayne is a man of culture, so thighs all the way. They’re his favorite ear muffs when it’s cold. And when it’s not.

Rafayel is most definitely an ass man through and through. Will sometimes model sculptures after your ass. Those are never for sale.

Xavier is all for your chest. Your chest is his favorite pillow. He also likes to hear your heartbeat when you guys cuddle.

[lynk-zee]

i've been looking at your posts recently and i am in LOVE. is there chance you could do a spanking scenario? like the main 3 possibly but if not then just one of them! don't stress if not 🩷

Sweet Peaches

Added ass grabbing so I don’t repeat myself too much! SPICY but marked NSFW

You were being a brat again. Dancing on his nerves like a little ballerina, fluttering your eyelashes at him as if you weren’t acting up. Well this is what you get.

“Someone could have walked in…” He growls into your ear as he has you sprawled over his lap. You were in his office, wearing nothing but his lab coat, waiting for him in the most tantalizing pose he’s ever seen. What if he had a colleague with him? Perhaps a patient? What were you thinking, waiting in such scandalous attire. He had to teach you a lesson.

“Count.”

Before you could protest, he swung his hand down onto your ass, making you yelp. “I said count.”

Again. “O-One…”

Again and again. “T-Two…ThrEE-AH!”

“Speak clearly or you’ll have to start over.”

“F—OUR!! Five…S-Six…”

By the time you reached your twenties, you were so far gone.

“Twenty-four…..Ugh-huh….Twenty-five…”

“Good.”

He pulled you up to sit in his lap, tutting at the glazy look in your eyes, thumbing away your drool.

“Good…Let me reward you now, sweetheart…”

I feel like Rafayel always has a hand on your ass anyways. It’s his favorite place to hold you when you hug, when you kiss, when you fuck… Spanking is kind of a given. At the worst possible moments. You could be at his art exhibition, doing your job as his body guard when he notices how good your ass looks in those pants. Like, mid-sentence, he will smack and squeeze your ass, continuing to converse with his patrons like nothings happened. And no, he will not be letting go anytime soon.

Also squeezes your ass like a stressball when he’s having a hard time concentrating on his art. He’ll be like “Baby can you come here?” just so he can fondle your ass as he tries to figure out what color would look best for his painting.

Keep this man away from your ass!! I’m warning you! Letting Xavier know what it’s like to hold your ass can result in some intense consequences. Especially when he slaps it for the first time. It’s over. He doesn’t spank to punish, he spanks to mark.

Most of the time he uses his hand, he like the skin to skin contact despite the sting. It feels more personal. But, if your up for it, let him use a riding crop or a paddle. Maybe not a belt (baby doesn’t want to hurt you too bad), but it can get pretty intense with him (I tried to warn you). You just look so pretty covered in his marks.

No matter his weapon of choice, Xavier will always give you superb aftercare. You were so good for him, he has to be so good for you. He’ll rub a soothing balm on your skin as you whine into his chest, whispering praises in your ear.

[lynk-zee]

Imagine the lads seeing reader in a virgin killing sweater- (I saw a user post a idea and I felt like you'd make a great fic with it)

Sweater

NSFW

Oh boy. Wearing this around Rafayel would be dangerous indeed. He’s already obsessed with you in sweatpants or in your hunters uniform covered in dirt, but this? It’s over.

He’d have you sit in his lap as you ride him, dragging his nails down your exposed back, relishing in your gasps and whines. Don’t expect to be getting up any time soon. He’s going to make art out of that sweater, and you his canvas.

“Fuckkkk, baby..” He’d groaned biting his lip. His hands slip under the hem of the sweater, finding the fat of your hips, guiding you up and down as his nails dug into your ass. “Gonna be so so pretty…Wearing that sweater, covered in my marks…”

Would definitely paint your back white after taking you from behind.

It was Xavier’s idea, actually. He saw the sweater while he was scrolling through social media and had to get it for you. He wanted to see how it barely covered your body, feel the way his hand could easily slip under from the back to cup your ass. It was glorious. You were perfect.

He has you pressed against the mirror, teeth sinking into your neck as he mumbles how fucking pretty you are in that little sweater. You could only whine as he thrusts you up against the glass. He’d then pull away, flipping you to face him, the cold sting of the mirror against your back. He wrapped your legs around his hips and fucked you more. His hands found the curve of your ass where the sweater fell, making the perfect handles so he could move better. Your back would be raw and sore by then. But Xavier would gently apply salve for you to help you feel better.

It was a suprise for Zayne on his birthday. Despite taking the day off to celebrate with you, he was called to the hospital for an emergency and had to leave half-way through dinner. You would have been mad, if it didn’t give you enough time to get ready for tonight. He came home late and exhausted, just wanting to find solace in your arms when he froze in the doorway to your bedroom. There you sat in that sweater, a cheeky grin on your face as you said “Happy birthday!”

Now here you are, on your hands and knees as he grips your hair, taking you from behind. As you cry and moan, his glassy eyes rake over the expanse of your bare back, down to where he was pounding into you. He loosens his tie, forcing your head down as he uses it to bind your hands behind your back. A happy birthday indeed.

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Masterlist

Scenarios and such!

☀️ SFW

🌙 NSFW

🌶️ Spice but no explicit smut

🍆 SMUT

#💫l&ds for dialogue blurbs

☀️ Tara meets the Trio ☀️

☀️ Sharing is Caring ☀️

☀️ Injured MC ☀️

☀️ Skincare Kings ☀️

☀️ Breakfast ☀️

☀️ Late Nights ☀️

☀️ Comfort ☀️

☀️ Sunny Days ☀️

☀️ Cake ☀️

☀️ Their Children… ☀️

☀️ Evol is Love Spelled Backwards ☀️

- Love spell shenanigans.

☀️ Idol!MC ☀️

☀️ Renaissance Faire ☀️

☀️ Roles Reversed ☀️

☀️ Jealous Boys ☀️

☀️ Envy ☀️

-Reader jealous of MC

☀️Songs of Sorrow ☀️

-Rafayel Centric. Trauma related to music.

🌙 As lovers… 🌙 🍆

🌙 Awkward Sex Moments 🌙 🌶️

🌙 Shorelines 🌙 🍆

- Rafayel Centric. Lemurian form fun.

🌙 Magnums 🌙 🌶️

🌙 Your Fragrance 🌙 🍆

-Rafayel Centric.

🌙 Brat 🌙 🌶️

🌙 Favorite Positions 🌙 🍆

🌙 Virgin Killing Sweater 🌙 🍆

🌙 Provocation 🌙 🌶️

-Zayne Centric. “Provocation doesn’t work on me”— we’ll see about that.

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Something I concocted at 2:00 in the morning right before I conked the fuck out.

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