#love and deepspace edits

[hrhmimieucliffe]

Black/POC MC Edits for Zayne's 4*s

If it won't be done, sometimes you just have to do it yourself ‼️‼️🙋🏾‍♀️

I might use these as stickers for my laptop now

I'll be doing the other guys next, of course but Zayne and Sylus first since they're my faves

Plugging our group again!!

I am planning to sell these edited memories as stickers on my redbubble shop to add to my LADS sticker collection

[skilledmeowjesty]

Love&Deepspace Men+Text posts Pt 1 (Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5)

[starmocha]

Love and Deepspace + Texting BF "I want a baby" meme

[coffeekittycatt]

Sylus: "Don't you see? This is what your heart truly desires."

[xaesikk]

IM SO READY OKAY— IM FINE, im okay… im ok… imnotokayimnotokayimnotokayimnotokayimnotokayimnotokayimnotokayimnotokayhsjdkdkdn

[ilovemitsuya]

Since infold didn’t make them kiss I’ll do it myself

(Send dragon Sylus fic requests and I’ll kiss you)

[xinyuehui]

/ᐠ˵- ⩊ -˵マ Meow's Café Ⳋ

[phleurtation]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋.

sylus x fem!reader 905 words [ M ] mild choking, fingering you’re uncertain of the dress; he’s uncaring of the event.

how does one write for something that they don’t play? i played for 30 seconds, didn’t realize it was a fighting game, and haven’t tried to continue since well, tiktok pushed sylus onto my fyp and now here i am 162654628 videos later. this is a smol, meaningless writing piece but i’ve been in a writing slump for months and this is my attempt in crawling my way out :)

“Red is certainly your color, kitten.”

You eye your reflection in the floor-length mirror, catching Sylus’s words as he so obviously ogles at you from several feet away. You turn slowly from side to side to better judge the form-fitting dress, one of his many luxurious gifts to you, and you don’t realize that you’re giving him a show as well.

The red satin drapes down your figure, passing your feet and hitting the wood floor. Thin, red straps sit securely over your shoulders, a layer of black lace underneath the dress diffusing the exposure that the sweetheart neckline could’ve given your chest. The last gown granted quite the exposure of your leg with its long slit. Your remark must’ve been perceived as a challenge to Sylus because this one has two equally scandalous slits that start from the middle (perhaps a smidge above the middle) of your thigh, the fabric parting graciously to a view of your legs in the prettiest black garter socks and heels.

“You think so?,” you mutter while turning around to inspect the back of your dress.

You can’t help but peer at his reflection in your peripheral vision. His deep, red eyes scan down your figure. Having the undivided attention of your partner, even if it’s just the two of you in the room, sometimes makes you feel more vulnerable than being in public—in the eyes of dozens and hundreds of people. More vulnerable than being in the vicinity of rabid wanderers.

You turn your head to meet his gaze. Unfazed from being caught staring, he smiles wider, his brows raising as he fixes his posture. He gestures you forward with a curl of his fingers.

”Come here.”

“We’re going to be late,” you refute meekly, in contrast with your feet taking you towards him in calculated steps.

Your breath is caught in your throat when he yanks you down on him. You take a less than graceful fall on him, but he catches you with ease. He positions you on his lap and pivots you to face the mirror. Rather than just a reflection of you judging the way the dress fits on you, you’re greeted with a reflection of his broad stature looming behind you, a devious smile marring his sculpted features as his hands smooth down your thighs.

”There are more… important things to take care of first,” he mutters in your ear.

A chill rushes down your spine. The man is predictable. Predictably feral. Subtle yet obnoxious, and he surprises you every time regardless of how often you can predict his next move. His intentions are consistent. He may seem like he’s all words, but he is equally all action.

”Do you not like it, sweetie?”

Your lips part to answer but the hand that finds its way around the base of your neck steals your words. He squeezes gently just to hush you, the lewd scene playing out in front of your very eyes successfully drawing your coherent thoughts to a close. You found drawbacks on your outfit but he seems to think otherwise as he tosses the lightweight fabric aside, fully opening the long slit of your dress and exposing your flimsy, lace panties that he chose for you.

Fingertips press between your thighs. They draw up the dark fabric, tracing the length of your slit while his mouth draws possession of your shoulder. His grip tightens ever so slowly, a move that almost goes undetected since you’re only focused on the way he touches. Light as a feather.

A rarity to him.

He usually doesn’t spare you a second to react or counter, but his pace is calculated this time. It’s almost agonizing as you’re burning for him. You’re not one to be late to an event—certainly not one as big as this one—but your concerns are nowhere to be found as his fingers dip a little more past your lips. You squirm uncomfortably as warmth floods the pit of your tummy. You feel hot and bothered, and the wetness can no longer be ignored as it stains your panties.

”D-Do you like it?”

He chuckles. “What kind of silly question is that?”

The growing hardness pitted against your ass is difficult to ignore. If he’s not showing or reacting, he’ll reassure. In this case, he does all three.

”I like you in anything and everything.”

You don’t realize how far you’ve ascended on cloud nine until his hand loosens around your neck. Only then do you register the marks that he’s left on your shoulder.

”But mostly nothing.”

He pushes your panties aside, exposing your warm flesh to the cold environment. You hum as you feel his touch on your skin where you need him most.

”Since you’re concerned about us being late, let’s not take too much time… sweetie.”

Thick, long fingers slide inside you, granted by your ample wetness. He delves deep, knuckles grazing your slit and blurring your conscience. You don’t even wait for him to tell you to open your legs wider. You crave for his touch to consume you, naturally leading you to do such a thing despite how late you already are.

”Sylus—,” you gasp as he squeezes the base of your neck.

”You’re so pretty,” he groans.

Your squirming stirs up the slightest friction against his erection. He holds still for you first—his priority.

You shudder. “Please…”

”Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you deserve.”

[atimefordragons]

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before ... And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming — THE RAVEN, EDGAR ALLAN POE

[dawnbreakersgaze]

[sylussoathbound]

Who knew a dragon could be so adorable as well

[razrogue]

A Gentle Touch (Zayne)

Zayne x Reader/You

Tags: Early Mornings, Sleepiness, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff

Notes: No edit, no beta, we ball (please be kind 😊); curly hair care mentioned; Zayne has a nickname

Words: 830

Read on AO3

The sunrise was just on the horizon but the apartment was thankfully still dim enough for his exhausted eyes to have a break. Zayne removed his shoes and shirked off his coat, hanging it carefully on the coat rack beside the door. He tossed his own keys into the wooden bowl on the foyer table, grinning as they clinked against the cute keychain set still nestled there. Zayne raised his arms overhead, stretching to the ceiling, trying to ease all the tension in his shoulders and back from his long shift.

He was supposed to get off in the late evening, he’d miss dinner with you but he knew he’d be able to bring a late dessert for the two of you to share. Just as he’d placed his stethoscope around the neck of his lab coat hanging in the small closet, the emergency tone on his phone began blaring. His hands dropped to his side as he sighed and reached for the phone ringing from his desk. “Raincheck on dessert?” He ended the question with one of the snowman emoji you’d installed on his phone and got ready to go tackle the latest emergency that was keeping him out from another evening with you.

His message tone rang out just as you opened the door to his place. Hurrying to free your hands so you could respond, you were a little defeated when you didn’t see a message letting you know he was on his way home. You knew he was a dedicated doctor that was great at his job, in fact you admired that about him. You admired the way he worked hard, sometimes tirelessly, for his patients. He was considerate and thorough and would always see the cases through to a solution. Sometimes though, you wanted him to be a little more selfish, to give a little more time to your relationship. As soon as the thought cropped up, you shook your head vigorously trying to clear it from your mind. You knew what you were signing up for, just like he knew what he was signing up for - the both of you were dedicated to your jobs and to saving lives in your own ways. Pushing that fleeting thought far from your mind, you prepped some bowls for him to quickly heat up once he made it home before settling in with your own meal for the night.

Zayne loosened his tie and headed into the kitchen, the handwritten note on blue paper taped to the fridge door catching his eye as he opened the fridge to see three containers stacked neatly on the top shelf.

Z - From that place we wanted to try. I picked out all the carrots.

The three little hearts signing the note made him chuckle quietly to himself as he grabbed a small bite from the top bowl. With a slightly satisfied hum, Zayne made his way to the bedroom.

He could just make out the nest of blankets near the center of the bed as he removed his clothes. Down to his boxer briefs, he carefully sat on his side of the bed, setting his glasses down before reaching out to the blanket to gently rest his hand on you. Your pineappled curls peek out of the top blanket, scarf no longer on your head, but thankfully Zayne made it a point to buy silk pillowcases to have at his place when you stayed over. He didn’t quite understand at the time but he listened thoughtfully as you explained caring for and protecting your hair to him some months ago. He finally slid into the bed behind you, placing his arm around your waist and carefully pulling you closer to you. With his face nuzzled into the side of your neck, Zayne sighed, the scent of the fruity lotion on your warm skin filling his nose and making him all the more content and happy to be home. You finally stirred from your slumber as he began covering your shoulder in soft kisses, rubbing his cheek against you in bliss every few kisses.

“Z, what are you…”

Before you could finish your statement, he tightened his arm’s hold on you slightly and pulled your body flush with his. Satisfied that you were right where he wanted you to be, Zayne’s hand reached for yours so he could lace your fingers with his own. You freed your other arm from beneath the pillows and rested it on top of the muscled arm around your waist.

“Did you eat yet?” You inquire as you softly caress his forearm. Zayne doesn’t respond, instead closing his hand around yours a little more, settling himself against you, a contented sigh his only answer. You shake your head a little in amusement, continuing your soothing touch along his arm. The two of you remain there in the middle of his bed, cuddled together for who knows how long until you hear soft snores in your ear.

[skilledmeowjesty]

Love&DeepSpace Men+Text posts Pt 2 (Pt 1, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5)

[starmocha]

Love and Deepspace + Tumblr Text Post ↳ Down Bad for Sylus

[coffeekittycatt]

this is literally just a post for his back… screams

[deepspacezaynesmaster]

Random 4 star memories in PoC

PoC edits for my Delulu

Zayne: fragmented dreams

Rafayel: Dangerously close.

Xavier: shining light

Edits by CybillaFräulein

Trying hard for that max Harem Lifestyle delulu stat