#love and deepspace mc edit

[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

[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)

[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.

[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

[yuzuocha]

HEARTSTRING FORTISSIMO. — セイヤ [XAVIER]

a spicier ending to xavier's 'heartstring symphony' memory. gn!mc

age rating ‣ 16+ [suggestive but not explicit]

warnings ‣ softcore, power play, minor asphyxiation. besides that, there's nothing much to warn about. still, beware lol

"Are 'small animals' like me pushovers? Do enlighten me, since you seem to know everything."

Perhaps it was because you haven't seen him in weeks, but it seemed you forgot what Xavier was really like. Yes, he is gentle. Yes, he is considerate. Yes, he is sweet. But his kind demeanor also held something sinister.

You haven't quite pondered about it much, but Xavier had a quiet yet possessive streak. He'd always at the very least have pinkies interlocked with yours when together. He'd always somehow teleport to you just when the enemy Wanderer was about to land a fatal blow. He always knew where you were.

He was a wolf in sheep's (or in his case, bunny's) clothing. He always has been.

“When faced with a hunter who knows my weaknesses and how to take advantage of them…” Xavier’s breath fanned your face, his right hand brushing against your temple. Although gentle, his touch felt electrifying. It felt dangerous. It was dangerous.

The breaths that were blanketed on your lips were soon replaced with lips of his own. You let out a short gasp at the stark contrast between his usual and current kisses — they were usually soft and mellow yet endearing, but now they were intense, brisk and hungry.

“Haa—”

A sigh of surprise left your lungs when you felt Xavier’s tongue glide slightly across your teeth. Rookie error — he wasn’t going to let you breathe for a while.

“...just what, exactly, do I do?” Xavier rasped in between kisses, one hand snaking up to support your body and the other coercing your head to a better angle.

With you growing increasingly lightheaded the more fervent and desperate his kisses became, a thrilling shiver crawled down your spine hearing his growl. You knew the answer to his question down to your bones.

You can only get devoured.

Xavier suddenly pulled away, finally giving you a chance to breathe. He gently tipped your chin upwards for your eyes to meet his blazing gaze while you caught your breath. You felt your body burn in places he locked his eyes with.

“...surrender,” You were able to mumble out. “You can only… surrender, or else...”

He whispered while wiping a lone tear that escaped your eye, “Or else what, I’ll get eaten or something?”

“Is that it, love?"

There was a pause of silence between your noses that were inches apart before Xavier dove down and pressed his lips against your neck, humming in satisfaction hearing you gasp every time he nipped your skin. His callused fingers started to tease your shirt off whilst kisses butterflied over his slow but precise work.

“...I’m sorry, I should’ve responded to your messages,” Xavier paused for a moment, murmuring the apology at your sternum. His hot breath on your bruised skin made you slightly arch your back. “And about my injuries and lack of reply… I promise it won’t ever happen again.”

“...will there be a day where you’ll fall asleep and never wake up?” His eyes softened at your reply as he leaned upwards. You felt his lips pecking your forehead, each of your eyelids, your cheeks and your nose before pausing right in front of your face.

“If such a thing ever happens, you—and only you—must remember to wake me up,” Xavier whispered, his hand sliding to your hips and his hair tickling your nose. You felt something graze up against your abdomen which lit up the fire burning at the core of your stomach. Your suspicions were confirmed seeing Xavier’s reddened ears gently glow through the light of the full moon.

Ah. You indeed missed him, and he missed you too. Greatly.

After a silent pause, you circled your legs around Xavier’s back and kissed his facial features just as he did to yours. His eyes slightly widened at your forwardness, however the surprise faded as quickly as it came as he cradled your body in his arms while pulling you up, the moon shining upon you and Xavier at each others’ full glory.

“I will.”

That was all he needed.

HEARTSTRING FORTISSIMO — END.

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[starmocha]

Love and Deepspace + Tumblr Text Post ↳ Rafayel, Part 2

[annoyinglamb]

Officially engaged yall! everyone's invited to the wedding 🎉😚

[empty-vessel-of-a-person]

Jade River

[coffeekittycatt]

this is literally just a post for his back… screams

[babyartsy]

Finally have a chance to edit them with this song

[ilovemitsuya]

sylus with dark hair looks so fine.

I loved making these

[sylussoathbound]

He’s so beautiful ahhh…

[razrogue]

Let's Make a Deal (Rafayel)

Rafayel x Reader/You

Words: 1.5k+

Tags: mutual masturbation, smut

Notes: Thick thighs, soft tummy, and all that are mentioned. No beta, no edit, we ball (please be kind lol) 😂

Read on AO3

“Let's make a deal, cutie.”

He casually mentions as the two of you sit naked on his massive bed facing each other.

His hand slowly trails along the inside of your soft thigh, sending small sparks of pleasure down your legs with each swipe.

Your hand grips at his knee when his fingers lightly brush against you.

“A deal?” You ask him as your own hand slid along his outer thigh, resting at his hip while you wait for him to respond.

“Whoever comes first…”

Rafayel looks up at you, a hint of mischief in his eyes, and a sly grin on his lips.

You gaze at him, curious as to where he's going with this proposal, when his hand suddenly cups your breast and your breath hitches.

He rolls your nipple gently between his fingers before giving it a light pinch, eliciting a surprised squeak from you before you playfully swatted his hand away.

“Get to it, little fishy. What are you up to?”

Raf spreads your legs a little more, giving the both of you a better view of each other as he scoots a little closer.

“...has to do what the winner says for an entire day.”

Your eyes narrowed at him as he continued his leisurely rub along your thigh. When he reaches you again, his finger runs up and down your slit, swiping a little bit of you each time. With each pass over your clit, your back arches you forward into his touch.

He moves his hand back to your thigh as he waits for your response.

Your mind finally comes back to his proposition and you ready yourself to take him on.

With your hand resting on his thigh, you tighten your grip and confidently proclaim, “Sunset to sunrise and you're on.”

Rafayel leans in, “Kiss on it?”

Your lips meet his in a passionate embrace. Nipping and sucking each other, your tongues wrestle for a few minutes before you pull back slightly breathless. He knows you love kissing him and he knows what it does to you. You fell for it but try to regain your composure and focus.

He grins at you before reaching back for the lube from his nightstand and tossing it between your legs.

You pop the top and dribble a little bit onto his swollen head as you grab hold of him. The lube runs down his length and over your waiting fingers as you slowly begin to pump your hand.

He whimpers under his breath as your tempo remains slow and steady, making sure you're both covered. Your fingers graze over his slick shiny head, swiping at the clear fluid beading at the tip.

You smile at the way he's responding to your touch. He throws his head back as your hand moves up and down his shaft at a steady pace. Squeezing just beneath his hand each time you reach the top, delighted when he leans forward into your hand and you hear him moan your name. You're confident that you just might win as he starts to pump his hips a little faster into your hand, until you remember that he hasn't begun to touch you yet.

When Rafayel finally takes a deep breath and remembers the two of you are competing, he focuses with an intensity you weren't ready for.

His fingers spread your juicy lips, exposing your already wet cunt to the cool ocean air that's drifting in through his open patio doors. The tip of his finger enters you, circling around, making you clench, desperate to feel more of him but he denies you. He keeps teasing you, switching back and forth between circling your entrance and rubbing your clit. You're so wet from just his teasing that you forget the mutual part of the deal.

“You look so beautiful coming undone for me,” he remarks as his other hand grazes over your nipple, “but you're going to lose if you keep this up, cutie,” he teases as you notice you've let go of him and are holding on to his shoulders with both hands.

“Damnit Raf,” you hiss between shallow breaths. You reach for him again, determined not to let him best you since you were already developing plans for his loss.

You had tricks of your own and knew his body as much as he knew yours. You drag your finger over his head and down the bottom of his shaft and take hold of his balls. His teasing stops for a moment as he waits to see what you do. For the moment, you have him right where you want him and give him a small tug before squeezing them in your palm. Rafayel gasps and leans forward, resting his forehead against yours as he catches his breath.

“Oh you're mean,” he whispers between gritted teeth, shifting slightly as your hand continues massaging him.

You gently nudge his nose, “I don't know what you're talking about.”

He huffs and kisses your nose as he slips his fingers between your folds again. A slender finger slides in, watching your expression as he curls his finger and grazes that spot that makes your toes curl. Your stomach flutters as he goes in and out, each pass sending small jolts of electricity from your core to your toes and back again. Rafayel leans back and you catch a quick glimpse of a grin before he grabs hold of your thick thigh and slides a second finger into you. His thumb finds its place against your clit but just before he can find his rhythm again, you close your thighs around his arm in a desperate bid to stop him.

He bites his lower lip before he mouths the word NOPE to you as he scoots closer between your legs, freeing himself from your grip and concentrating fully on you now. You try but fail to keep your thighs closed, your body parting for him like your pride wasn't on the line. You resign yourself to your fate, hoping he doesn't have too much on his mind for you, and throw your legs wide open. Rafayel hums low in agreement, his fingers working again, slipping in and out of you. Your belly jiggles with each moan and whimper as you lose yourself to the motions of his hand. His fingers curl and that damn bundle of nerves makes your body quiver and shake for him but damn if it didn't feel good. The pressure in your core builds as he adds his touch back to your neglected swollen clit.

“Look at you, cutie. A wonderful mess all over my hand. Let me see you in all your beauty.”

Rafayel's hand begins moving faster, your walls clench around his fingers as you feel yourself losing more and more control until it finally breaks.

“Raf……….” You throw your head back and moan his name into the air as you grab hold of his arm. He holds onto you as you buck against him and roll through your orgasm, his fingers still in place, feeling every clench and getting covered with every drop of you.

Little by little as you come down from your euphoric high, he eases his grip on your hip as he reluctantly slides out of you. He held you so tightly to keep you from getting away from him that he left indents in your supple flesh. As you lay back on his pillows, pouting about your loss, you watch Rafayel lick you off his fingers before lying down on his stomach between your legs. His head rests on your thigh, observing the utter mess he made of you. You shiver as he breathes softly against your glistening folds. His hands run up and down your leg, caressing your soft skin.

“I can't believe I lost.”

Rafayel chuckles softly before turning his head to kiss your inner thigh, “That's ok, princess. You'll have another chance some day.”

He nips at your skin and soothes the spot before continuing, “Besides you wouldn't have beaten me today anyway.”

You raise your head a little as you push at his head to get him to look up at you.

“Hey, what do you mean by that?”

He realizes he's said too much and tries to distract you with a kiss to your clit but you shift yourself away from him at the last second.

He huffs aloud before he spills the details, “Fine! I had a little help today that kept me afloat so to speak.”

You prop up on your elbows to look at him. He gives you sad puppy dog eyes but you won't let him off this time.

“So you cheated???”

His cheeks begin to flush as he sticks his bottom lip out and avoids your gaze.

“You little shit,” you exclaim as you ruffle his hair, demanding his attention.

Rafayel looks at you, still trying but failing miserably to deter you.

“I will have my payback, little fishy. You can bet on it.”

Rafayel grins as his eyes widen in surprise before soften under your touch as you massage his scalp.

“I look forward to it.” He nodded in agreement before sliding a little further up between your legs.

“Now, sunset will be here soon and I have some delightful plans for you, cutie.”