#RAHHH I HOPE I DID HIM JUSTICE

[soleillunne]

congrats on the milestone!!! also i love the idea of the exchange event because i always thought collabs like this are just super cool and cute i love it. already filled out my form HAHA hiraeth + wanderer, you can treat it as a letter from um someone who's just traveling around tevyat and is sending letters to their partner! aaand is implied to have generally poor health condition + be snezhnaya native. anyways you're free to ignore it if you simply don't feel like writing it okay thank you have a good day!!

to my dearest,

i have finally arrived to snezhnaya! and i already bought some stuff! you have no idea how much i missed this place! and i'm super happy to get the opportunity to visit it again… a shame though i didn't get to visit it with you. please, come with me the next time.

i visited some local shops and found so many pretty things i want to show you. i found this really pretty pair of earrings with tiny crystals and dried flowers. we should wear them! i'm really impressed by the art of preserving flowers with cryo. it's cute, isn't it? i also saw some cute folk dresses… um, i may have spent half of my mora on jewelry and clothes alone. and on books.

the moment i found a place to sleep in, i just completely passed out on the bed. traveling is fun but by the archons, it's so tiring! and i hardly had the strenght to get up in the morning too… my handwriting is a little sloppy because i'm still tired but worry not, i'm gonna rest today before going anywhere.

would you like to visit my hometown one day? i mean, it's rather just a small village, but i have so much memories here, and i know so much pretty places, i want to show you them all. maybe we should visit during summer celebrations? i'd make you the prettiest flower crown! anyway, i can feel myself getting sleepy so i'll end this letter here. i hope you're doing well back in sumeru. i'll write you another letter soon!

with love.

hello!! im super excited to see the results of the exchange event haha

Wanderer folds the letter carefully, placing it near his books. He takes out a quill and a paper himself, and starts writing his response.

"My dearest,

Your letter brings both joy and longing to my heart. I can hear the excitement in your voice as you describe your arrival in Snezhnaya already. It warms me to know that you're happy to be back, although I must admit, a pang of regret accompanies the thought that I couldn't be there with you.

Your enthusiasm for the delicate earrings with crystals and dried flowers is cute infectious. I can almost envision you wearing them, their beauty enhanced by your radiant smile. The art of preserving flowers with cryo does sound enchanting, and I'm glad you appreciate such unique craftsmanship. As for the folk dresses, I'm sure they look absolutely charming on you. I can't wait to see you adorned in your new jewelry and clothes.

It's understandable that traveling can be exhausting, but I'm relieved to hear that you're taking some time to rest and rejuvenate. Take all the time you need, my love, and make sure to recharge your spirit before continuing your adventures. Your handwriting may be a little sloppy from weariness, but it only makes me appreciate your efforts to share your experiences with me even more.

I appreciate your invitation to visit your hometown. Although it may be a small village, the memories and the beauty you speak of make it all the more enticing. I would be happy to explore those pretty places with you, especially during the summer celebrations. I can already picture the vivid colors, the fragrant flowers, and the delightful company. Although, I believe the vibrant colors of the flowers would look better on you.

I'm doing well in Sumeru. I’ve been busy doing Lord Kusanali’s biddings, as time seems slower without you by my side, however your letters bring me solace.

Wanderer. "

He folds the paper delicately after adding the final touches, and puts it in an envelope to be sent to you, his heart.

[tbaluver]

hello! I hope you're having a nice day ✨

can I request LADS men reaction to MC sending them videos of their baby like it's either them saying their first words or anything adorable since the men are away from home for quite a while and MC and their baby misses them ehe (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Sending Them Baby Videos When They're Away- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: fluff fluff c/w: for sylus there's mention of him using his evol to x_x someone, no gore tho a/n: hihi anonnie! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ this was such a cute concept to write and i had to write this immediately (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) ‧º but i dunno if i did this justice so if it didnt, you alr know just pretend this doesn't exist ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) anyways them as papas are such a cute concept i have so much of it in my drafts that i'll post soon ): enjoy reading and have a nice day or night anonnie ! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

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Xavier:

He was sent away for a mission for a couple days due to fluctuations of Wanderers in the area. Unfortunately if he was by himself, it wouldn’t have taken days but his teammates were dragging him down.

His phone chimes, signaling a notification from you. Opening his phone he sees a video you had sent him.

“Rahhh!!” Your son squeals, hitting his toy sword at your plushies that you both won a couple years ago. Your laughter was in the background, making his lips tug into a smile. He missed you both as he watched the video. He was quick to text you back.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎: is he protecting mommy

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎: it seems i have taught him well

He clicked off his phone, determination bursting through him. He wants to go back home. The warmth of your laughter and the sight of your son, drove him forward. This mission dragged on way too long, he was going to finish this himself.

He moved swiftly, slashing his sword with precision. The hours flew by as well as the number of Wanderers. Without any word to his teammates from the mission, he headed out. He couldn’t wait to see the look on you and your son's face when he walked through the door.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎:  i’m on my way home now. does our son need a partner to protect you?

Zayne:

Zayne isn’t easily distracted except when it comes to you and a box of macaroons. Now if it was you and a box of macaroons that would be a deadly combo.

During his meetings or when he’s about to head into a surgery, he always lets you know if he’s occupied so you know he won’t be able to reply right away. But right after all of that is over, he’ll immediately check his phone for you and ignore any of his notifications.

But when he’s in his office, the moment he receives a message from you, he can’t help but glance away from the reports he needs to file or send over to the nurses. Your messages always pull him in no matter what.

He unlocks his phone and is instantly met with another cute video of your baby daughter. She’s wearing his freshly clean white coat, which she had pulled from the laundry basket. She’s also wearing his oversized shoes that are comically too big for her tiny feet. “Papa!” She squeals, her face lighting up with a silly smile as she looks into the camera.

A soft laugh escapes his lips and he can’t help but replay the video a couple more times, his heart melting each time. It’s as if he can hear her giggles through the screen. With a wide smile curling up on his lips, he texts you back.

☃︎ ♡: How adorable. I think we need to get her one that’s her size

☃︎ ♡: I have one more break after I finish this report. I can call you both when I finish.

☃︎ ♡: I’ll finish up my work quickly so I can get home sooner.

Rafayel:

He didn’t want to be at this art exhibition, or quite frankly any art exhibition if you weren’t there. All he could think about was being home with you and the babies. Leaving them behind felt like one of the hardest things he could ever do.

You sent him a cute and chaotic video while he was away. “Quick, show daddy what you just did!” you exclaimed, as you aimed the camera at your baby waving a crayon clumsily in their tiny hands while you cheered with enthusiasm. “Glub! gub gub!”

He couldn’t help but let out a wide smile, his little baby was going to be just like their papa, an artist in the making and even better they were learning Glubglubnese. The video ends up with your other baby blowing bubbles to their sibling and they start wailing.

Watching the video, his heart ached with longing for his family. He was a father. He was your husband and he shouldn’t have to miss out on all these precious moments he has wanted with you for a long time. He wanted to be there in person and experience the joy with you.

He texts you while making long strides to the exit, ignoring all the reporters and critics that tried to approach him.

𓆟:  tell them to stop being cute until i get back

𓆟: cutie im on my way

𓆟: i miss you and my little glub glubs

𓆟: getting the fastest plane ticket there rn

𓆟: see you soon cutie ( ˘ ³˘)

Sylus:

He was away for another business deal for a couple of days, a business deal that shouldn’t have taken this long and Sylus was getting irritated. “Mr. Sylus, we’re really sorry! Please give us a couple more days! We don’t know what happened to half of the inventory!” The man begged with desperation on his face but Sylus did not have the time for a couple more days.

Before Sylus could respond, his phone chimed with a familiar notification. He raises a finger, signaling for a moment while Luke and Kieran keep the restricted men distracted.

Opening his phone, he was met with an adorable video of your baby daughter. She was dressing up Mephisto in her doll clothes, her giggles flooding through the speakers of his phone. “Caw....” Mephisto caws defeatedly, his head drooping down. “Caw! caw!” Your daughter squeals, her laughter and yours was infectious as she lifts him up in the air, dashing around the living room with pure joy.

He couldn’t help but chuckle, a smile tugging at his lips as he watches the video. Once he clicked off his phone, a sigh escaped his lips. His heart ached with so much longing for you both and he couldn’t bear missing even more precious moments with you and your baby girl.

As Luke and Kieran snicker, stepping aside, crimson swirls began to surround the men, slowly suffocating them until they vanished into thin air.

“Send their team another warning. We’re going home.”

𓅪: The business deal is finally finished. I apologize for the wait, sweetie.

𓅪: I’ll call you both before I get on the plane. I hope I didn't miss much.

𓅪: I'll pick up more doll clothes for her on my way back.

Once he was in his private jet he couldn’t wait to have you and his baby girl in his arms again.

[apatheticrater]

i need to have so much tension with patrick …. having an obvious crush on each other all summer at our internship but it was made very clear that no relationships between employees are permitted and you both need the experience…. waiting all summer and daydreaming about each other and neither of you can take it after the last day. patrick coming over without a word and knocking on your door and you both know what you want and patrick gives it to you. wet sloppy kisses, you pushed against the wall, patrick feeding you his cock as you’re bent over your bed. <3

RAHHH came and died when I saw this tbh, hope I did it justice <3

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Patrick Zweig. The hot, charismatic, cocky bastard that was completely off limits due to the terms of your internship with a law firm you found through one of your professors. A few different students were interning at the same firm, and it just so happens that Patrick was the one who worked the closest with you. You had to see and talk to him every day, forcing you to ignore the fact that his stupid smirk and deep voice made your panties wetter than you thought possible. Thankfully it was the last day of your internship and you wouldn’t have to see Patrick and hear his sexy voice again…or at least you thought, until he showed up at your door with a hungry look in his eyes.

“Patrick? What are you doing-” You got silenced by him closing the distance between your bodies with a hot, messy kiss. His lips crash into yours with an intensity that takes your breath away, his hands tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss. It's a bold move, but Patrick Zweig has never been one to shy away from risks. He's always been confident, and this moment is no exception.

The kiss is sloppy and uncoordinated, with teeth clashing together, spit surrounding your mouths, and tongues trying to map out the inside. He breaks the kiss long enough to murmur against your lips, “Fuck, I've wanted to do that for weeks.” He kisses you again, more aggressively this time, his hands roaming your body as he presses you against the door.

You break the kiss again, long enough to mumble a small, “Me too,” against his lips before you pull him in again. He groans in response, his hips grinding against yours as he lifts you up and pins you against the door. “I've been dreaming about this since the first day we met.”

“Wanted me that long, Zweig?” You can’t help but tease, a smile on your face as your arms wrap around the back of his neck. He grins wickedly, his hands squeezing your backside. “You have no idea…” He trails kisses along your jaw and neck, his voice growing hoarse with desire. “Every time you bent over to grab a file, every time you laughed at something I said…”

You begin to laugh but quickly throw your head back against the door as he starts to leave hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, occasionally nipping at the skin. He sucks on your pulse point, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds you in place. “I wanted to bend you over my desk and fuck you senseless.” He bites down on your neck, marking you as his.

“Fuck!” You moan quietly, fisting the back of his shirt. “Patrick, I need you, now.” He growls in response, carrying you to the bedroom and tossing you down on the mattress. He begins to unbuckle his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

“You, all of you,” Is let out in between heavy breaths, watching his hands as you undo the buttons on your blouse, your body quickly heating up. He finishes unbuckling his belt and lets his pants drop to the ground, stepping out of them and revealing powerful thighs and black boxer briefs. “All of me, huh?” He smirks, crawling onto the bed and settling between your spread legs. “Well, baby, you're gonna get it.”

Shirts are thrown to the side as you start to grip his shoulders, pulling him into another messy, desperate kiss. He kisses you back just as fiercely, his hands roaming over your body as he breaks the kiss and starts to remove your remaining clothes. “Fuck, you're so beautiful…” He pushes your legs apart and settles between them, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. “So fucking beautiful…”

“Stop fucking talking,” You say, gripping his hair and resting back against the bed. He grins mischievously and leans down, pressing his mouth to your center through your lace underwear. “As you wish…” He begins to kiss and suck at your core through the thin fabric, his fingers gripping your thighs to keep them spread wide. As his mouth works on your clothed cunt your panties become even more soaked than before, the mixing of juices effectively ruining the lacy pair.

He tears your soaked panties aside and dives in, his tongue fucking your pussy with reckless abandon. “Ah, fuck... you taste so good…” He groans, his nose buried in your cunt as he eats you out like a starving man.

Your thighs fight his hands as they try to close around his head, your moans ringing out into the room. Your hands grip his hair even tighter and hold him in place as his nose continuously bumps your clit the more he laps at your insides. He continues to devour your pussy, his mouth and nose buried deep inside you as he sucks and laps at your clit and folds, his fingers digging into your thighs to hold you in place. “Fuck, baby... you're so fucking wet…” He growls against your pussy, his vibrations making you shake.

You start getting close to the edge but force yourself to pull him away, smiling slightly at the sight of your mixed fluids coating his chin. “I need you inside me, immediately.” He wipes his face on his arm and crawls up your body, his hands pinning your wrists above your head. “Like this?” He grinds against you, his thick hardness rubbing against your wet, swollen flesh. “Or do you want me to…”

An involuntary gasp escapes when you feel him flip you over, bending you over the bed, one of his hands holding both of yours behind your back, your face pressed into the sheets. He spreads your legs wide, his eyes roaming over your ass and pussy. “Fuck, you look perfect like this…” He lines himself up and slams into you, burying his thick cock deep inside your soaked pussy. “Ah, fuck... so tight…”

Your loud moan is muffled almost immediately by the sheets as Patrick starts to thrust, giving you barely any time to adjust to his size. He grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pounds into you from behind, his hips slapping against your bottom with each hard thrust. “You take me so well, baby...so good…” He grunts, his voice hoarse with desire. “Fuck…you feel so big.” 

He growls, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. “That's right... take me all in…” He leans forward, his chest pressed against your back as he reaches around to rub at your clit with his fingers. “You're so fucking wet…” You pick your head up from where it was drooling on the sheets, chasing his lips to capture them in a kiss.

He kisses you passionately, his tongue sliding against yours as he continues to thrust in and out of your tight warmth, his fingers rubbing at your bundle of nerves. “Come for me, baby…” He growls, his breath hot against your face. “Show me how good I make you feel…”

Your orgasm washes over you in huge waves of pleasure, forcing several loud moans out of your body as your pussy squeezes him with a vice grip. Evidence of your pleasure soaks his cock, dripping down to his balls. He groans against your mouth, his own release barreling through him as your tight warmth convulses around his hard length. “That's it, baby... milk me…” He grunts, his hips jerking forward as he spills into you with warm, pulsating jets. “You're so perfect…”

Some of your combined fluids begin to slip out of you after he pulls out, but neither of you really pay attention to, nor care, when it starts to run down your thighs after he collapses on the bed next to you. “God…I hate the ‘no relationships between employees’ rule even more now. I wish we were able to do this earlier,” You remark with a laugh while looking over at him. He chuckles softly, his hand tracing patterns on your skin. “Well, at least now we know what we've been missing out on…” He pulls you closer, his arm wrapped around your waist.

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[emiplayzmc]

*throws at you my child*

Oh shit this is old

WELP

This is my pink emo child, Fuchsia! You sort of know her. I guess since the horns can drop + the hooves! you can make him a deer? Or other horned being? Go wild Emi!!!

Fuchsia is a punk doctor that plays rock.

Very direct, loyal and kind hearted. Generally looks out for the ones who are smaller and acts as a protector of sorts? That's why he is a doctor.

He will patch you up and chew you out after for not being carefull enough if it was your fault. She's great

If you need more references tell me!!!

RAHHH FUSCHIA THE BELOVED!! YIPPEE!! /pos

Loved drawing her!!Hope I did your girl justice in an AC form ^-^

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The post with request rules @ the bottom ^-^

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Cropped + less saturated images below the cut:

[free-for-all-fics]

it doesn't even feel like almost a month has passed since i said i was going to finish that renault thought lol but i will!! in the meantime, since my brain doesn't want to be coherent, have this as a teaser!

-lieutenant casselle learned very early on in his career that his captain did not like to share :( whether it be the last pastry in the breakroom, his winnings at roulette, or credit for arresting a petty thief, casselle gets nothing

-so, when a pretty young thing walks into the palais de justice looking for a job, he feels a wicked sense of greed bubbling up inside him. turns out he's more like his captain than he thought...

-he thought by keeping you all to himself in his little hand-me-down supply closet of an office would be a means to throw his superior off the scent that there's a new secretary in the building.

-your perfume is, unfortunately, stronger than bleach.

-he finds you one day talking animatedly with the prefect of police by the watercooler and chooses to ignore the hearts in your eyes.

-it starts with five minutes. then lunch. entire afternoons, he wouldn't see you.

-he couldn't understand just how often your blouse buttons would be undone when you'd come back to him.

-it seems to be an office habit since his captain's zipper would be down when he'd escort you back to him...

-and one day, you got mysteriously transferred to be the prefect's only secretary. how lucky for you.

-you stammer soft apologizes as you reapply your lipstick, batting your eyelashes when you pack up your belongings.

-he didn't see the same shade swatched on renault's collar later that day...

-a few months passed and he hadn't seen you in the office. naturally, he assumed you quit. all the good ones do.

-it was one night when he'd dropped by to the prefect's apartment after hours to deliver a case file, fully preparing to see his boss absolutely drunk or hanging on the arm of some girl

-only to freeze in his tracks when he heard your voice warble 'i'll get it!"

-you weren't quick enough to catch him keeling over at the sight of you waddling toward the door, hand over your swollen belly and your rings glinting from the light of the stars above.

-behind you, your husband smirked like the devil himself and cooed in your ear about how casselle could never handle the heat...

poor casselle.

rahhh im feral. hope you enjoyed :)

Hi Nonnie!! And omg has it really been that long? I have no concept of time lately these days 😂

- Poor Casselle. Renault has always been and will always be a greedy man. Using his seniority in both age and rank to get away with it.

- Casselle tried so hard to keep you hidden. Too bad Renault has the nose of a bloodhound. Your perfume could be very very mild and he’d still be able to tell. Not many women come through the doors of the Palais de Justice unless they’re there for Renault.

- Your blouses are just a tad more wrinkly later on in the afternoon than they were when you came in for your shift in the morning. This tends to be a common occurrence and you’re very familiar with using an iron and ironing board.

- Casselle wants to believe so badly it’s just a coincidence that Renault smells like faint traces of your perfume or that your lipstick stains his skin and shirt collar. He wants to believe that that particular scent and color is just popular and lots of women wear them and it doesn’t mean anything.

- Poor Casselle lets his fellow gendarmes and captain know the very next day he’s not making any more deliveries to any personal homes or addresses after office hours. He’s traumatized from seeing the rings on your fingers and the swell of your stomach.

- Forgive me if this is wrong but the way I interpret this is that you and Renault were secretly married the whole time and you and he concocted this elaborate plan for you to pretend to be a new secretary and to seduce Casselle and sleep with him and him (Renault) at the same time as a sort of exhibitionism or other kink. Renault is a greedy man but he might be into you sleeping with others as long as you don’t get pregnant by them and you come home to him. 🙈

Thanks for sharing! 💜