#🌙l&ds

[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.

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call us prism ⋆ 20, any pronouns

queer+trans+genderfluid+boygirl+xenogender+t4t

plural+autistic+mentally ill+schizoaffective+phys disabled

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

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dni: basic criteria, radqueer/transid, ddlg/abdl+supporters, “alter economy”/“alter pack” users, lesboy antis, cripplepunk/madpunk antis

byi: do not send chainmail, tone tags preferred when necessary, we block freely

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art sideblog: @pri5m-png

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alter intros under cut

the mansion

alexei ⋆ he/she/it ⋆ 🍇

amira ⋆ they/she ⋆ 💍

callum ⋆ he/they ⋆ 🦄

cyan ⋆ he/they ⋆ 🧊

dorian ⋆ he/they/it/thou ⋆ 💉

eos ⋆ they/it/she/he ⋆ 💕

eros ⋆ he/she ⋆ 🏹

five ⋆ he/any ⋆ ☕️

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 ⋆ ⚰️

soleil ⋆ she/her (+he) ⋆ 🌤️

valentine ⋆ it/he/she/they/xe ⋆ 🍁

the underground

connor ⋆ he/they/it ⋆ 🍨

incubus ⋆ it/he/they ⋆ 🧨

lace ⋆ she/it/they ⋆ 🍧

mia ⋆ she/it ⋆ 🍥

red/damascus ⋆ he/it ⋆ 📌

silver ⋆ he/they ⋆ 🔗

the laboratory

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 ⋆ 🧪

zinnia ⋆ she/they/he ⋆ 🐛

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 ⋆ 🪄

digi ⋆ they/it/bit/byte/0 ⋆ 🎮

ellis ⋆ he/they ⋆ 🎫

emery ⋆ they/them ⋆ 🧸

gabriel ⋆ they/he ⋆ ⚖️

julian ⋆ he/they/it ⋆ 🍷

kaz ⋆ any/all ⋆ 🫧

lazarus ⋆ he/it ⋆ 🫀

léon ⋆ he/him ⋆ 🍯

miles ⋆ he/they ⋆ 🕸️

thomas ⋆ he/they ⋆ ♟️

the forest

bingo ⋆ she/they ⋆ 🧁

bluebell ⋆ he/they/it ⋆ 🪻

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 ⋆ 🔮

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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..”

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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.

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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.

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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]

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.

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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.

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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

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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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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.

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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.

[lynk-zee]

🤭🤭🤭

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

Posted here :D

[lynk-zee]

MAIN ACC: lynk-zees

name: lynk

nicknames: lynz, lynnie, darlyn

lvl. 23

likes: napping, video games, pretty men, reader inserts

dislikes: negativity, work, checking my bank account🥲

synopsis: love & deep space but you’re dating all three at the same time. they’d rather share than be apart from you ❤️

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Requests/Asks: Closed

Rules

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🌌 Masterlist 🌌

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tags: #💫l&ds — Dialogue blurbs

#☀️l&ds — SFW Scenarios

#🌙l&ds — NSFW Scenarios

#🎮l&ds — Gameplay talks

#⭐️l&ds — Asks/Requests

#lynklovestalking —me and my bs 🩶