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HOW DO THEY EXPECT ME TO CHOSE BRO IM STUCK BETWEEN ZANE XAV AND SY
Like Xav is so sweet and somber to me, Zane is quiet but passionate, and Sy is frisky nasty but a lover HOW DO U EXPECT ME TO FUCKN AARRGGGGGGGG.
All love to Raf but he’s a sub in my eyes I wanna get dicked down rn maybe later Raf
messaging them "i heard you have a crush on me." when you're already in a relationship w them ft. love and deepspace men
ft. zayne, xavier, rafayel, and sylus mostly fluff, slight slight slight suggestive on xavi and sylus
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key list : 💋 = smut | ☁️ = fluff | 🌪️ = angst |
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Sylus ♡🩸
💋 ; Till Dawn ♡ | ft. Zayne
Zayne ♡❄️
💋 ; Till Dawn ♡ | ft. Sylus
Xavier ♡🐰
coming soon . . . ♡
Rafayel ♡📿
coming soon . . .♡
at 51 pity, pulling for Sylus this time cause raphie's b'day is coming soon and I'll pull for the fishie then.
update: I got zayne insteaddddd😅😅😅
Love and deepspace hcs!☆
Characters: Rafayel, Xavier and Zayne
C/w: none! Fluffy head canons for the main love interests in game!
A/n: hi guys! It’s been quite a long time :) i hope everyone has been doing well! Recently I’ve been obsessed with this game, the graphics and art is so good..hope you all enjoy!
Rafayel;
Apart from being sassy, deep down Rafayel loves your company. You’re the only one who stands him, despite his “bratty humor”, and more so how he wants to be your center of attention 100% of the time
Rafayel adores aquarium dates, or ones that involve his art, like an art exhibit that he meticulously prepared with his entire being. He thinks you’re cute whenever you point at one of his paintings; the same one that he dedicated for you
The only thing he expects from you the most is your time and dedication like said before, although, he loves it when you buy him things like fruits or ocean-themed plushies (even if he doesn’t admit to having 5 plushies on his bed)
Rafayel will definitely tease you by saying he didn’t get you anything when he’s not even trying to hide the jewelry box behind his back. Which in fact, is filled with family heirlooms and things like jellyfish inspired earrings or a whale bracelet..he intends in marrying you one day so it means a lot to him how you accept it!
Has the most exclusive nicknames for you, like his flower, the shine of his eyes, his ocean pearl..they’re mostly related sea terms but nothing out of the ordinary.
Xavier;
Always has a spare set of pijamas whenever you come over to stay during the night. Sometimes, he’ll match with you while in others, Xavier wears little clothing if it’s a hot summer night
His favorite type of dates is going to the observatory during a cold night, especially if he gets to share a blanket under the stars with you
Xavier is more of a simple guy, he doesn’t like over the top expensive gifts and would prefer things like flowers, a new bedsheet set, plushies…
However, when it comes to gift you things, Xavier would do anything (even if it was impossible to do so) like bringing down a star from the night sky for you. He opts in giving you a star/sun necklace that matched with his moon one
Xavier isn’t used to calling you his, although it’s cute whenever he gets shy, holding your hand while walking under the stars whenever he gets the chance to do so. But his favorite nickname is “his star”
Zayne;
Even with his busy schedule, Zayne makes time for you, or invites you to spend lunch with him. After all, he was pleased to see you smile while interacting with the restaurant’s cat.
He loves outdoor dates since he’s cooped up in an office most of his time, although Zayne wouldn’t mind inviting you to a restaurant or going to an arcade during the afternoon
Zayne loves to give you jewelry, simple things like charms for your bracelet or rings that end up matching with his and he will never ask for anything back. He actually dislikes seeing you spend money for him, after all, he wouldn’t hesitate to spoil his beloved
Even if he hates it when you spend money on him, Zayne is fond of flowers and keeps some in his home. You also buy him a phone case with a small cat design because his phone is in need of one.
Loves calling you his beloved, even more behind closed doors. Nicknames like my love, dearest, darling are his favorites for you
New Beginnings
Characters: Zayne/fem!reader
C/w: 1.4k! (Read at your own risk, meant for +18) mentions of breeding, married life, somewhat graphic descriptions of sex. Zayne wants to be a father although he doesn't admit it..he just wants to get you knocked up.
A/n: Finished writing this instead of my english essay because... There's also a Rafayel fanfic in the making so stay tuned for more <33
“Zayne? It’s 1am, you still haven’t come back to bed..” I said, leaning against the door frame as he sighed, typing away on his computer while passing a hand across his hair, trying to calm himself down.
“I know. I’m sorry, I’ll be there”
“That’s what you said an hour ago..you’re tiring and exhausting yourself to the point of death at this point” Zayne sighed, closing his laptop and getting up from his desk chair, walking towards me with a soft grin trying to comfort me.
“Are you satisfied now?” He asked, hugging my waist as we walked towards our shared bedroom. Ever since we got married, Zayne has gotten more work than usual piled up on his desk every time I go to visit him at work. It worries me that he’s overworking himself because of money, which hasn’t been an issue at all given he’s a doctor and works in a very respected hospital. But what other reason might it be? I laid in our shared bed, feeling myself drift away to sleep when suddenly, Zayne wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Mhm, thank you” I replied, snuggling up to him while caressing his soft dark strands of hair that fell on his face, smiling. He muttered something under his breath that I couldn’t quite grasp as Zayne kissed me goodnight. I couldn’t help but stay awake for a few minutes, looking at the city lights by the window and back at Zayne’s sleeping form beside me.
Woken up by the sound of something crashing from the kitchen, I got out of bed with a small yawn, walking down the corridor of our lovely home to see Zayne had a mess of pancake batter all over his “kiss the cook” apron while sighing in annoyance before turning towards me.
“There’s shards of glass on the floor..please, be careful” I nod, grabbing a broom from the closet room and coming back to see Zayne was picking up the broken pieces from the floor. I suddenly stepped in one while trying to hand him the broom which made him look at me with worry, I try not to cry as he can clearly see the tears pricking my eyes.
“I’m fine I swear..” Without a second thought, he quickly lifted me onto the kitchen counter, carefully yet skillfully removing the glass from my foot as Zayne chuckled.
“Having you like this, reminds me of our honeymoon. Remember when-” I stopped Zayne by placing a hand over his mouth, trying to not remember that day where he fucked me into oblivion in our hotel’s kitchen island, right before breakfeast too.
“Why must you always make me remember? It’s like you’re hinting at wanting kitchen sex right now..” A chuckle left his lips as Zayne’s body inched closer, his hands grabbing my waist gently, kissing my neck while whispering sweet words that had me falling into his desire.
“Because, shouldn’t being a husband imply taking care of his wife’s desires as their own? Is it too bad that I want to be greedy with you for a few moments?”His hands began to trail under my nightgown and towards my chest as he began to rub my nipples, making me whine while kissing him.
“Alright, fine. Just seeing you in this apron alone made me feel things, did you do it on purpose?” I asked half jokingly as Zayne kissed my shoulder before taking off my nightgown, leaving me naked on the counter while grinning ear to ear.
“Perhaps, although now I see what you’ve been meaning to hide all this time; you’re trying to rile me up, and it’s working” He then kissed me, taking his sweet time to stroke my clit, agonizingly slow, teasing me as I whined into his mouth. Zayne didn’t take this lightly and spread my legs apart in a second.
“And to think this wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t break the glass measuring vase today” I added, gazing over at Zayne who kneeled towards my pussy, blowing on it gently before sucking on it. I gasped as his tongue did wonders, had I really forgotten of that day, or was I too fucked out of my brains to remember? Possibly the latter. He suddenly grabbed my thighs, massaging them in a way that made my cunt drip with more arousal than before. Of course, I was impatient, so I grabbed Zayne’s hair, pulling him upwards as he got the message.
“Maybe it was fate or clumsiness on my behalf, at least we’re making something out of this.” He spoke, yet I was too focused on how quickly he was to take off his pants, making me wonder why the hell was he wearing work pants so early in the morning. Nonetheless, all my thoughts vanished out the window as soon as I saw his cock. It wasn’t less than average or more, slightly curved and girthy, the type that never wants to let go once he’s had a taste..that..is the man I married, and the man he will always be. The small but noticeable vein on the side made me drool as he stroked himself a few times before prodding at my entrance.
“Please, don’t make me wait longer, my love”
“I thought, you weren’t the type to beg for something, it seems there’s a first for everything after all” Pushing my hips to meet his cock, Zayne grabbed them harshly, not enough to leave a bruise but enough to put me in my place as he smiled. The moment he thrusted inside, I threw my head back at the overwhelming pleasure Zayne was giving me at the moment. My hand found Zayne’s shoulder as he continued to pound at my dripping pussy. He let out a sharp groan as he finally reached my g-spot, making me let out a breathy moan while speeding up.
“Is this what you- hah wanted all along? For me to breed you? Make you carry our child? Answer me.” Zayne’s voice dropped to that soft and warm yet firm tone I always loved. Without any doubt, I answered almost eagerly.
“Y-yes..! Oh fuck~!” I sobbed due to the stimulation he gave me, in a hazy rush, Zayne grabbed my thighs, thrusting sharply yet deeply, enough to make me crave more.
“You’d be such a good mom, look at you, all needy and willing for me. I can’t wait to expand our family with you” He said, panting afterwards as he unexpectedly came inside rather quickly than normal. Pulling his cock away from my puffy cunt almost regretting his decision not long before seeing his cum leak down with a faint smile on his face.
“Stay here, I’ll go grab a towel.'' I nod, smiling at his gentleness as he comes back to clean me up. Zayne’s lips met mine as a ‘thank you’ from my behalf for being so kind and sweet as always. We eventually got dressed once again as I looked at my husband through the mirror of our bedroom, walking downstairs as I stared at the kitchen momentarily.
“So..what are we going to do about breakfast?” I asked, causing him to laugh while he grabbed both the house and car keys as we exited the front door.
“I know of a brunch place that just opened up nearby, perhaps we could give it a try today”
Some weeks later, I started feeling sick and began vomiting sometimes during the morning. I had a feeling it was because I was pregnant, however, my husband wanted to run some tests for me in the clinic near the hospital he worked at, “just to be sure” his words not mine. At the end of the day, I returned home waiting for the results to come back as I heard the front door open. Zayne tried little to hide the smile on his face as he handed me the envelope from the clinic
“I don’t need to read the letter at this point with the way you’re smiling at me” I teased, opening it up to show that I was indeed 3 weeks pregnant with his child. Zayne hugged me briefly before kissing my lips ever so softly.
“I promise to be the best father for our child, thank you for allowing me to have the blessing to start a family the day we got married, I love you.” He spoke, tear-eyed as I hugged him back, crying happily onto his chest.
“I love you too..I’ll never regret marrying the man that treats me like a queen and makes sure I have everything I need.”
Desires Yet To Be Told..
Characters: [Merman!]Rafayel/fem!reader
C/w: 3.1k! (read at your own risk!) Smut, 69, virginity lost, corrupt kink if you squint (not really), sex scenes, dreams (could be interpretated as hallucinations), Myths and Legends, strangers(ish) to lovers (?).
A/n: I was listening to Megan Thee Stallion while writing this, might consider writing a fic inspired by "Cognac Queen.." Also I apologize for the long fic..the muses got me. Ty all for the big support in my latest works!! I appreciate it sm <33 hope you all continue to enjoy them and don’t be shy to request as well!! :)
The waves crash along the shore, trying to meet her feet that dragged the sand. He observed her from afar, admiring the girl that always came by at this exact same hour; 6:00pm, such a dangerous hour to be alone, especially at the beach, but that’s why he was looking over her, right? Another shell made its way into y/n’s pocket, longing to belong in her extensive collection of ocean items, though he knew very well that some of the trinkets she collected would be turned into jewelry for the tourist attraction. Her hands pressed against the big rocks in the ocean, nearly diving into deep waters as she let herself breathe in the crisp salty air from afar. It was difficult to even stand still due to the waves crashing against her body; the moon was rising and so were the waves, making everything dangerous.
She knew this, deciding to ignore that gut feeling telling her that something or someone was lurking over her, almost as a protector but more of a stalker in her opinion. Y/n decided to rush back to the shore, grabbing the bag she nearly forgot to retrieve last time she was there; one last look was made towards the ocean, that's when she saw it..a figure laying upon a rock, almost like the same mythical creature she had read about in her old childhood books of fictional tales. Even from a distance, she could see the glow in his eyes, almost hypnotic as she made a run for it.The man laughed, she looked so cute when in fear, they’d meet sooner than he expected. Back home, y/n locked the doors, windows and walked almost anxiously towards her room, where she dialed her grandmother’s phone number, hands shaking as she spoke.
“I saw him.”
Insomnia welcomed y/n into a world of spiraling ideas of her accident; the one in which she met the same merman she saw today, or was it yesterday? Sleepy eyes drifted towards the conch that sat neatly on one of her shelfs along with some ocean plushies. Her tired body got up from the bed and grabbed said object, pressing it towards her ear to hear the sounds of the ocean; memories crowded her mind. The first time she and the handsome stranger met was when y/n ended up lost in sea after her family’s boat crashed against a big wave. Without realizing how she ended up in the middle of the ocean, a stranger was already helping her into shore, but it wasn’t just anyone, his name was Rafayel.
The same man that stared at her from afar in admiration had grown up to devote himself to finding her, no matter if it took weeks, months or even years; and he fulfilled his promise. It was fate that intertwined their lives up to this moment without y/n knowing of the vow she made that same day. Y/n looked at the mark that she had on her wrist, it was as if a symbol of the union they made that day. She couldn’t help the tears falling down from her cheeks, without any reason for why she was crying, y/n wiped them off, feeling a wave of sleepiness over her as she decided to rest at 2:00am.
Yasumi Sanctuary, the “mythical place” that many tourists loved for its legends and magical stories, was y/n’s home. Ever since she was a child, she hated tourists flooding her home land as if it was their vacation resort, years later she understood the benefits of selling these handmade trinkets and jewelry while making up stories for good profit. Of course, the ever oblivious tourist bought it with a grin on their faces while thinking they got something out of this world, she couldn’t help but laugh at that. Some kids never believed her stories, telling y/n her crappy fairy tales weren’t for “grown” kids like them, little did they know of the story she had in store for them today.
“Ugh, don’t tell me it’s another one of those stupid stories!” The youngest of the kids, Kai, said, arms crossed as he pouted; looking at the other kids who sat beside him and y/n, awaiting for her best story yet to tell.
“Actually, have you heard of the merman’s curse?” She asked, staring at the kids who tilted their heads in curiosity or simply muttered a small ‘no’. The grin on her face widened softly while taking a small breather.
“It all begins with a merman who fell in love with a human girl. He observed her from a distance wishing he could court her properly, it was love at first sight. However, due to their differences, he could only daydream of the life he wanted to have with her. One day, his dream came true; by a blessing of the gods, he was able to change to whichever form he desired. The girl didn’t know the man properly, and upon seeing him for the first time, she declined his proposal. One thing she didn’t know was the big mistake she was about to commit. Without her knowing, she went to the beach that same night, plum-colored eyes hypnotized her to walk towards the ocean. She cried and screamed for help, but it was all in vain, the merman lost what he longed for so long. Legend says that he lurks the cold waters at night, looking for a girl who will be willing to spend the rest of her life with him, the end”
She looked from the sky down to where the kids sat; looking at her through blurry eyes, some scared and others crying. Y/n apologized but the children reassured her that they were okay, which didn’t help at all in how she felt. Closing time for the stall ended up being at dawn due to the many tourists that wanted to hear more stories; her head felt heavy upon entering her home, all she wanted to do was sleep and never wake up to know if the legend of her life was about to become a reality.
Days passed and a storm was approaching Yasumi Sanctuary. Shops closed early but she had no problem staying by herself in her cozy home, after all, she could finally take a break from dealing with so many people from time to time. Since the storm was occurring today, y/n looked outside her window to see the raging waves crashing harshly against some rock formations. She wondered if Rafayel would be alright during all this, though she has never worried about him, but there’s a first for everything, right? The weather reports continued to bring information as she sat down on the couch of her living room, staring at the sea from the window; it had been raining for the past hour now, and it sure wasn’t stopping until a couple hours later or the next day. Suddenly, the door knocked; shock and fear were the only things on her mind now but she began wondering who was behind the door. As y/n opened it, her worries left her.
“Rafayel..? But, how-?” Without getting to explain, he made himself a guest at her home, water dripping from his clothes as she sighed in irritation.
“Could you get me a towel?” Rafayel asked, leaning against the door so no more water would go past it.
“Could you be more polite?” She answered, walking to the laundry room and getting a clean towel for him while Rafayel smiled.
“I believe you owe me an explanation..it's not that I don’t know you, but why are you here? And today out of any other days?” He sighed, eventually taking his shirt off while it hit the floor with a small ‘plop’ sound. Y/n quickly turned around, embarrassed at the thought of him undressing himself even though she didn’t want him to get sick..can merman’s get sick though..? “And could you maybe not undress in front of me? Just what kind of person thinks that barging into someone’s home as they please, means that they can do whatever the fuck they want?”
“You wouldn’t want me to get a cold, right sweetheart~?” Rafayel teased, eventually taking off his shorts and placing the towel around his waist; pulling her towards him, y/n could see a small glow in his lilac orbs, almost enticing..
“I..are you avoiding my question..” She muttered under her breath, his chuckle sent shivers down her spine. Rafayel then began exploring her home, memorizing every crook and cranny for the next time he would be there.
“Is it now a crime that I can’t visit my beloved? It saddens me to see you act like this my dear~” He pouted, almost childish as y/n took a deep breath, watching as he dragged her towards the master bedroom. She was still in a haze from all of this, yet realization hit her as Rafayel pushed her onto the soft, plush mattress.
“Just what are you-?! Rafayel!” Y/n spoke, it was dangerous enough to have a merman this close, especially if the legend was true. Even if the pact was done several years ago, it was all up to her. A kiss would be sufficient to begin the entire process of being together.
“I’m starting what I should’ve done the moment I laid my eyes on you again, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to make you mine because no one else is perfect for you, no man can touch you like the way that I’m going to.”
A gasp, and a dream was all it took for her to realize what her destiny was from now on. The way Rafayel had a connection to her dreams was driving her to madness, y/n couldn’t help but think of what it would be if she gave herself to him. Would everything change the moment she loses her virginity to the man she’s bound to love? Of course, it wasn’t a forced love, y/n had feelings for him, or at least she thought she didn’t before. Her hands traveled towards the hem of her shorts, that dream of her and Rafayel in bed had her going. It’s not like she hasn’t masturbated before, but it would be the first time y/n thought of Rafayel like that.Her cellphone ringed, interrupting the session she was about to begin as y/n picked up the phone with a sigh.
“Hello?” She asked whoever had called her from an unknown id.
“Are you still laying in your bed after last night’s dream? Pretty real wasn’t it?” She nearly gasped as Rafayel’s honeyed voice spoke over the phone, she looked outside the window, admiring the calm waves of the evening.
“Rafayel, stop playing with my feelings like that” Y/n demanded softly, getting up from her bed and picking out an outfit for whatever reason her intuition said so.
“Get ready, I’ll be there in 10. Then I’ll explain anything you want me to.” That was all the motivation she needed to make some of an effort in getting ready. As she walked outside after briefly closing her front door, she was met with Rafayel holding what seemed to be a basket. Without exchanging words, they began walking towards the beach, walking until reaching a place she didn't see the last time she was there. It was a hidden sight from all tourist attractions, as if meant only for them to be in and embrace. Rafayel then took a blanket, placing it neatly on the sand, laying down beside her as they both gazed into the ocean.
“I have something for you.” He said, quickly taking out a box full of things like trinkets and gems, some coming from where he lived, surrounded by the sublunar cove. The more she discovered the box, the more she fell in love with Rafayel. Y/n eventually took out a seashell necklace, the same one she had lost that day of the accident.
“You still have this? I never knew you saved this for me..” He chuckled, taking her hand and kissing the top of it like a gentleman. His eyes trailed across her face, admiring her hidden features and how her hair blew with the wind. Rafayel knew it was meant to be, after all, he had been waiting for years, rejecting other mermaids because none of them cared for him the way that she did when y/n found him on the shore years after their first encounter.
“Do you still remember the day you saved me? I was on the verge of death yet still, you took care of me.” He asked, seeing her smile put him at ease. She looked up at the sky, recollecting her thoughts before speaking.
“I should be the one asking that! I never realized it was you until days after that I remembered those purple eyes of yours, gazing into mine..”Y/n trailed off, finding herself staring at Rafayel who leaned towards her, grabbing her hand while kissing the inner part of it.
“To think, we are to be together; that is, if only you wish it to be that way” Rafayel placed her hand on his shoulder, bringing her close as she smiled, grabbing his chin while leaning in.
“Maybe I do, but..” She sighed, leaning back from Rafayel as he allowed her to have some momentary space.
“What is it? You know you can tell me anything, right?” Y/n nods, sitting closer to him while taking hold of his own hands that now rested on her waist.
“I think I’m ready, Rafayel. I’m just scared it’ll hurt.” He nearly melted at her sudden shyness, so he was right about y/n saving herself for him? Oh he was enjoying his already, with no hesitation, Rafayel grabbed y/n bridal style, heading back to her home as she looked back.
“What about your stuff?” She asked, now in the comforts of her bed, Rafayel closed the door behind him, approaching the bed slowly.
“Don’t worry, someone I know will take good care of them. As for now, I promise to be gentle, okay?”
“I trust you, Rafayel.” Y/n leaned forward, kissing Rafayel and catching him off guard as he pressed his body against hers, grabbing her waist as she felt his raging boner through his pants. It didn’t take long for him to push her body against the mattress. His lips trailed across her neck and collarbone, inching to reach her chest as y/n grabbed Rafayel’s hair softly.
“I’ve been waiting for you to say that..” His kisses became more persistent, soon taking off her shirt softly, almost as if she were a porcelain figure..
“You know..” She paused, taking in how his eyes stared at her own with a fiery passion that told her things were about to take a wild turn for the better. “I’m glad my first will be with you” Y/n said, unbuttoning his shirt with a small grin as Rafayel undid his belt. But just then, doubt started filling her mind. Was this the right thing to do or was she just hypnotized by Rafayel?
“Don’t..say that” He mumbled quietly, sharply sighing as Rafayel’s cheeks turned a rosy color. She chuckled softly while sitting on his lap, holding his face and coming closer, almost whispering in his ear.
“Why not~? Afraid of what might happen afterwards?” Y/n asked, stroking his dick, teasing the slit while licking it, a bit too slow for his liking. He moaned, somewhat louder than he normally would. However, Rafayel was quick to grab her lower body, turning it around and pressing it against his face, in a way that she faced his cock and he, her wet cunt.
“Not at all..you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this..years maybe?” Rafayel said, admiring the way y/n’s cute panties clung onto her cunny, he couldn’t wait more as he ripped them apart, chuckling at her small gasp while licking a small stripe along the folds of her pussy.
“That was my favorite pair..fuck..” She pouted, going back to sucking his cock as he returned the favor towards her pussy. After a few moments, y/n got off his face, straddling his cock in a quick movement, staring as he grabbed her ass, trying his hardest to not cum right there while her pussy engulfed his hard cock.
“I’ll..ah, I’ll get you more, anything you want, my muse.” He moaned, watching as their lips crashed suddenly, tongues meeting each other while their bodies followed. Hips pushing forward with such intensity that left her gripping part of his hair and embracing Rafayel’s body.
“F-faster..” She whispered, dragging the word later on with a whine as Rafayel watched with curiosity, huffing in annoyance playfully while speaking.
“And I thought you wanted to take things slow? Seems I was wrong, humans can get addicted to sex so quickly it amazes me” Y/n rolled her eyes unintentionally as he chuckled, soon enough stopping and pulling out, moaning while painting her folds white on the exterior, grinning widely. He then pulled the sheets over their sweaty, naked bodies (after briefly taking care of her that is) that were too worn out to take a shower at an ungodly hour of the next day. She pressed her body against Rafayel’s side, holding his arm while whispering
“I love you, goodnight” He didn’t have enough time for her to hear him say it back, although Rafayel pressed a small kiss onto her forehead before drifting off to a deep slumber..
It seems the curse in the legend didn’t technically occur; it broke. The merman lived a happy life with his betrothed, being able to change between a merman and human had its perks. Rafayel gifted her something no man could ever replace, not even in an afterlife. He held up a beautiful Tahitian pearl necklace so she could admire the beautiful jewelry he bought for her.
“I saw this and thought of you my muse, you should wear but the finest things in life that I will make sure to provide for so that you are well taken care of” His cheeky grin made y/n’s heart melt, she kissed him briefly and with the help of Rafayel, the Tahitian pearl necklace rested on her neck beautifully.
“You spoil me too much..not that i’d ever complain.” She laughed, oh how he loved her laugh and the way she felt comfortable around him..Rafayel was head over heels for y/n, he still couldn’t believe that, someone like her was willing to spend the rest of her life with a merman who saved her life. Not only was it because of gratitude, but merely a coincidence with fate brought them together in the end.
Let’s talk about it
Characters: Xavier/fem!reader
C/w: 1.5k! First person pov (read at your own risk..) soft sex, couch sex, cowgirl position, sex therapy(?), rough sex (ish?) dick piercing..
A/n: A mishap occurred, I got an anonymous request to write about Zayne coming home from work and having sex with the reader as a way to de-stress..and I read that as Xavier so I apologize but that fanfic is now in the making so don’t worry anon your fic is in process ;)
Hearing the house keys jingling against the front door, I was quick to get up on my feet to receive my loving boyfriend with a hug and warm smile that he always loved. However, upon opening the door, Xavier’s face looked..exhausted. He tried his best to smile and greet me like he’d normally would but I knew something was up.
“Good evening..should I go run the bathtub while you settle in from work?” I asked softly while holding his free hand as the other rubbed his eye, a sign of sleepiness while Xavier yawned.
“That would be..wonderful my dear, I hope it’s not much of a trouble for you” He said, almost apologetically as I kissed him, that was enough to reassure him that I was fine with it. After the bath was prepared, I called Xavier into the bathroom, placing some final touches like his favorite fragrance to the water and a bathbomb to accompany it, hints of lavender and mint infused the room while he entered, sighing, almost at peace.
“I hope this helps you relax a bit, we should talk about your day once you’ve refreshed yourself” Xavier nodded, not having the strength to answer as he kissed my forehead. I decided to then heat up some leftovers from yesterday’s dinner that ended up with kisses and cuddling at a late hour, though nothing happened unfortunately. The stress of being able to help many people was getting to Xavier, little by little until it all built up. Without having anything to do while waiting for the food to reheat, I walked by the bathroom, listening to the moans and grunts from inside, trying to peek from the small door crack. He looked so blissful after his orgasm that I nearly forgot the food on the stove. Just as I ran towards the kitchen, Xavier finished showering, a more relaxed face upon his features as he held his towel, looking my way
“Is everything okay? Did you burn the food again..?” He asked, sighing while going towards the laundry room and the living room soon after.
“No…? Okay, almost but it’s fine really!” I replied, sighing as he settled in the small love couch we’ve spent many nights on, the memories coming back to me as I prepared our plates for dinner. It was in that same furniture that I had my first orgasm, he was so gentle and caring; like he’s always been of course. Snapping out of my thoughts, I handed Xavier his plate while we watched an episode of our favorite series.
We finished dinner quicker than expected and all of our attention was taken away by the tv; or at least Xavier’s. I found myself staring at the choice of pants he wore, gray sweatpants that were usually not worn by him and shoved into the confines of our shared closet unless a special event came up. Without realizing, he chuckled softly, lowering the volume of the television as Xavier grabbed my hand.
“You’re staring, is something on my face? Or rather, my pants?” Oh. I knew he wasn’t that dumb or oblivious to anything I did, Xavier was always so attentive to any small details, whether it was my appearance or a change in my mood; It was so difficult hiding anything from him.
“Have you ever thought of talking about your problems or day while having sex?” I inquired, his face softened, has he dreamt about this before? Before I could even return back to my normal thoughts, Xavier already pressed my body against the sofa. His mouth nipped at my neck, traveling down towards my collarbone while responding.
“All the time, but, I never knew if you were into that, you know the last thing I would do is make you uncomfortable, right?” His soft lips met mine in a quick but gentle gesture. My arms wrapped themselves around Xavier’s neck, caressing his hair while making out with him. The friction between our clothes was enough to leave me whining against his mouth.
“I..know but, would you like to try it, today?” I paused, coincidentally at the same time he stopped feeling me up to look into my eyes with a smile, something telling me it was the beginning of something great for us.
“It’s all up to you, it’s not necessary to have sex just to talk about stuff, however..it would help out in other things..” Xavier’s hands took control of my thighs, wrapping them around his clothed waist as he began to mimic what it would feel like if we were fucking at that moment, in other words, teasing me. With his consent, I grabbed the hem of his sweatpants, (after briefly hustling to get him under me) admiring the way his cock sprung out while tossing the pants and underwear aside.
“I’ve missed this..truly.” He chuckled at my remark as I kneeled, grabbing his thighs while deepthroating him in one go, nearly gagging on his cock. Hearing my boyfriend moan was absolutely rewarding, especially since the piercing he had was indeed sensitive to each small touch given to it; the small prince albert piercing was enough to make my mouth drool. Bobbing my head up and down, his hand grabbed a hold of my hair, pressing my head onto his dick while grunting.
“T-that’s it..! Ah..please..! I’m gonna-!” I parted away from his cock, giving it a few more strokes. His cum shooting across my face in long white streaks; Xavier’s face was a bit red, mostly due to his overstimulation and embarrassment, making me chuckle as he leaned down to kiss me.
“This is..far from over, you know that right?” He nodded, allowing me to sit on his lap all pretty while he helped me get rid of his cum on my face. Moments later, I sunk onto his dick, pressing my hands against his shoulders for support while his hands grabbed my waist, letting him do all the work of thrusting into me.
“Work was so..ngh..tedious today. I had to deal with so many..people- ah fuck..! All so that I could come back to see you” Xavier explained how some wanderers attacked one of the bases that had vital information in. His thrusts became quicker and loose as he kept venting of his day. A sharp thrust made me moan as the highlight of his day was told.
“But..nothing ever beats coming here and wishing to fuck you like this every..single..day. Oh, c-can I?” He asked so softly, his voice nearly a whisper as I nodded, hips rutting to meet mine feverishly while cumming deep inside. Our lips met again, not wanting to let go as Xavier hugged me tightly, wanting to spend some warmth together.
“Feeling better now? If not, you know there’s always round two for more; both ranting and fucking” I spoke, breaking the silence of the room while Xavier’s eyes grew with lust. He smiled while pushing me onto the couch one last time, still connected while lazily thrusting forwards against my overstimulated and stuffed pussy as I moaned.
“Oh so you want me to keep going?” I nodded, my hair splayed against my back, moving sometimes; especially if Xavier thrusted harshly while telling another one of his encounters of the day. After another couple of rounds, he nearly collapsed into my embrace as I chuckled, kissing him to wake Xavier up while he smiled.
“Wait here, I’ll be back” Whispering, Xavier left momentarily after kissing me softly, pulling out from my cunt as I whined. It seemed he was looking for a towel or something to take care of me afterwards. However, I heard the shower run as he came by to carry me towards it.
“You didn’t have to..a towel would’ve been fine” I spoke, sighing in relief as my body made contact with the warm water, my eyes drifting over to Xavier’s body that joined mine in the tub. He clasped my hand softly, kissing the top like a gentleman.
“Of course I had to, I shouldn’t hesitate to take care of you at all times.” His gaze softened upon meeting my own. Lips crashing into one another as he chuckled, pressing my hand against his soft abs while speaking.
“Seeing you like this makes me crave another round..” I smiled, getting out of the tub and wrapping a towel around my body while Xavier did the same but around his hips.
“Weren’t you tired a few moments ago?” His laugh made me laugh alongside him. We got dressed in our favorite couple’s pajamas, my body pressed against Xavier’s as he wrapped his arms around me. A small yawn fell from his lips, murmuring something that made me smile
“I am now..goodnight my dearest” Xavier’s head rested upon my chest, serving as a pillow while a hand grabbed one of then, as long as he was comfortable, nothing could ever disturb me.
In another life, perhaps
Characters: Love and deepspace boys x gn!reader
C/w: Angst, events in which the boys remember a specific memory with you before returning to the reality. Reader calls Rafayel “Raf” for short and he calls them his beloved. First person pov !
A/n: I’ve never almost written angst before so 😭 I’m in the making of a few love and deepspace fanfics so..we’ll see <3
Xavier
It was the first time I’d see him cry. Xavier’s tears ran down his cheeks while looking up at the stratosphere. The stars seemed to shine bright for him, as Xavier turned towards me, he held my hand close to his chest where his heartbeat was. Almost as if he didn’t want to let go, I then looked up at the same starry sky that he was staring at a few moments ago. A shooting star appeared suddenly, my eyes never leaving it as I spoke.
“Did you make a wish?” I inquired, wiping his tears away while watching as he drew me closer.
“Yes, of course I did”
“What did you wish for?” His eyes were glossy as Xavier responded, brushing stray hairs away from my face.
“I wished..to have you by my side, always.” I chuckled, hitting his chest slightly as Xavier watched with an amused face.
“You’re so silly! Of course I’m going to be here forever, do you ever doubt it?” More tears streamed down his face, sitting close to the gravestone while placing some white lilies, whispering his final goodbyes
“Promises don’t last forever after all..but I’ll be waiting somewhere, if the stars allow us to meet again”
Rafayel
“Why are you crying Raf?” I asked, brushing some tears away from his face. Rafayel was pouting slightly as he kept me close, waves crashing against the shore, the only sound surrounding us.
“Who said I was crying?” He spoke, voice cracking as evidence of what he felt at the moment. My hands took hold of his shoulders, leaning against his chest while Rafayel looked at the many seashells that washed up from the current waves. I then grab his chin, pulling him down to see his eyes a bit red from all the crying.
“Your eyes say otherwise, Rafayel. Tell me, what troubles you?” Rafayel then pressed up a conch shell against my ear, allowing me to hear the sounds of the ocean while falling asleep on his shoulder. Waking up minutes later to see that I was still in his arms, a vice grip around my waist supported my body up, almost as if he was afraid of losing me.
“I don’t want to ever forget you, please, stay” My gaze falls upon the necklace around my neck, taking it off and wrapping it around Rafayel’s while smiling
“I’m not going anywhere Raf, I’m sure of that. '' The water felt cold around Rafayel’s body as he submerged himself in the depths of the ocean, trying to keep the memory of them alive, holding the necklace around him softly while staring into the vast sea.
“If only I hadn’t let you go, my beloved”
Zayne
Watching the northern lights while Zayne cried was such a rare sight to see. The always stoic doctor had been reduced to nothing but shambles at my presence, I smiled, hoping it would comfort him as Zayne’s body stood beside my own despite the cold.
“Zayne..?” His eyes looked into mine, trying to get a sense of his current reality while I felt my fingertips go cold due to the freezing temperatures.
“Don’t worry about me..but you’re freezing, allow me.” Without even asking for anything, Zayne’s hands intertwined with mine. A small smile made my worries cease a bit while he kissed my now warm hands so tenderly, what did I even do to deserve this type of treatment from him?
“Are you sure? The northern lights are a sight to behold but..” I trailed off, sitting down on one of the chairs Zayne was kind enough to bring for tonight. My hands never seemed to leave his grasp, almost as if he’d never want to let go.
“If you could ask the universe for anything, what would it be?” My sudden question made Zayne’s face light up slightly, looking at me before gazing at the sky and its beautiful spectacular. He took a deep breath before answering.
“I’d ask the universe..for more time; the one thing I didn’t have to save you and now..I’ve lost you once again.” Zayne glanced now at the empty seat beside him that contained the scarf he gifted her, holding back tears while gazing at the nightly sky.
Nightplumes☆彡
Characters: Sylus/reader
Cw: fluff, based off his new card Nightplumes with a small twist to the storyline, first pov (reader), -800 words (not proofread)
A/n: I’m going feral over this man. Hes so sweet behind doors I can’t get over it :(
The cold breeze brushed against my coat, soon ending due to Sylus parking his motorcycle near the pier to watch the fireworks that night. After picking up the small dove that I had entrusted in his care, we stood in front the railing near the lake where the spectacle would take place. My gloved hands cradled the bird, staring up at Sylus whose gaze was already on me ever since we got off his motorcycle. I turned towards his body, handing him the dove while smiling
“Since you took care of it for a week, I’ll give you the honors of releasing it” His eyes softened upon receiving the bird, gazing at its small figure. It perched up on Sylus’ arm, gently opening its wings and flying into the night, just as the fireworks began. Who knew that a man who seemed rough on the exterior, was actually a gentleman at heart?
Memories of his small gestures like holding my hand or waist whenever we went out to one of his events in the N109 zone, almost protectively, made me smile subconsciously, watching in awe as many colors bursted in the air, creating a beautiful show.
“You seem more interested in the fireworks rather than me, sweetie” His voice snapped me out of my pensive thoughts. Staring at his hair that was covered in snow as I giggled, gently nudging him into me
“They’re really pretty aren’t they?” I inquired, leaning my hand forward to brush the snow out of his hair when Sylus suddenly grasped my hand, gazing into my eyes while chuckling
“Just what are you thinking of doing?” Before he could even finish his question, I was already giving him an answer
“You have some snow in your hair” I replied, watching as Sylus sighed in irritation, turning his head towards me so I could help him out. He didn’t even need to ask for it since I knew him very well. After spending some time ruffling his hair, Sylus hummed happily to a song that played faintly in the background.
“Thank you” He said, taking a good look at my bundled up body that stood beside his own. The spectacle looked like it could never end while my gaze turned to his. My eyes trailed over his lips, the most perfect cupid’s bow I’d ever seen, rosy tinted and..kissable. Sylus seemed to notice the sudden shift in my actions while drawing something on some snow that had landed on the railing
“Is that supposed to be me?” My lips parted to say more yet I couldn’t help but laugh. A cute cat drawing was laid out for me, made by him, the man who I swore that I would never love. Without another second left to waste, Sylus nodded, pulling me into his embrace while we continued to watch the everlasting show before us. More snow continued to pour down slowly as Sylus took out his keys, buttoning up my coat while re-adjusting my gloves
“Come, I’m taking you somewhere” He revved up his motorcycle, gently taking my hand as I quickly sat behind him. Sylus wrapped my arms around his waist securely after making sure I had my helmet on. Riding for a while, we finally reached the outskirts of linkon city.
I took off my helmet, placing it on the seat while gazing at the nightly sky that was much closer than before, the moon on full display for us as Sylus took hold of my hand, urging me to sit beside him under the shade of a tree that loomed over us.
“It seems the show has stopped.” My voice was but a near whisper, not wanting to disrupt the comfortable silence of the night as Sylus suddenly spoke up
“Indeed, such a shame for them, we have a great view of the stars now…though, the most beautiful of them all is right beside me” His words caught me off guard while Sylus sat me on his lap, hands grasping my waist, as if he didn’t want to let go of me. Soft lips caressed my neck, trailing upwards until stopping before reaching my own.
“Sylus..don’t tease me..” He chuckled, finally acceding to my words as Sylus pressed his lips onto mine. My hands settled down onto his shoulders, grasping them while wanting more from him. He parted the kiss to take a small breath, chuckling while parting my hair away from my face, kissing my forehead.
“I guess we both got what we wanted, right sweetie?” Our bodies cuddled up together, watching the night sky while enjoying each other’s presence, wishing it would never end, although it wouldn’t, not under Sylus’ watch.
The Love and Deepspace Boys Trying to Get You to Sleep ⋆｡°✩
Tags: Fluff, teasing, needy boys, mild sexual content, gender neutral reader (I had to re-write so please let me know if I messed up.)
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Xavier is surprisingly softer than you expected when you first met him on your mission together. He’s an incredibly powerful hunter but possesses a quiet and gentle, almost oblivious, aura when navigating everyday life, like a ghost floating through the space he takes up. It should also be understood that this very nature of his makes him affectionate, so much so, that he won’t unwrap his arms around your waist and stop pressing his head to your shoulder as you sit at the kitchen bar, typing on your laptop.
“Are you planning on staying up later than the stars?” he mumbles.
There’s a gentle yawn against your skin from the sluggish man, highlighting just how long he’s been trying to coax you into going to bed.
“I wanted to finish this report for work.”
“The report will be there tomorrow,” he says. You swat away his hand that reaches for the power button on the laptop causing him to pout. He grumbles. “You should go to bed. Otherwise, I can’t sleep.”
Smiling to yourself, you decide to tease him. “Oh, so you’re really trying to get me to go to bed for your own benefit?”
“Well, you can’t very well expect me to do it by myself anymore.” Xavier nuzzles his head into the slope of your neck, cuddling you. “It’s your responsibility since you ruined my sleeping habits.”
“Ruined?”
“Ramshackled,” he repeats quietly, causing you to giggle. With an airy sigh, he presses his weight into you more. “How do you expect me to sleep when I can’t hold you?”
Defeated, you save your work and close the laptop. You swivel in your chair, enough to meet his eye, and cup a hand to his cheek. It never stops being endearing to you how he cutely closes his eyes and angles his head to snuggle your palm.
“Alright, alright, you don’t have to beg.”
His eyes flutter open, and the smile on his face grows as he wraps his fingers around yours. Carefully, he pulls on your hand to bring it up enough to begin to lace your wrist with affectionate kisses, tracing your pulse.
“I thought you enjoyed my begging.”
“That’s different.”
“It isn’t,” Xavier mutters into your skin, pressing another light kiss.
“It is.”
“So, you're resolute about that position?” he questions “innocently”. There’s something mischievous about the glint in those arctic eyes, which makes your face warm. You find yourself breaking eye contact, or else you’d lose it.
“Yes.”
Xavier chuckles then begins to lead his kisses down your arm. “In that case, care to explain the difference in detail, love?”
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“Sleep.”
“But—”
“Sleep.”
Zayne narrows his eyes at you from his side of the bed. You can’t blame him for being a little annoyed right now but the movie you put on to fall asleep was much better than you expected; and instead of falling asleep, you were more awake than ever at a very late one in the morning.
“I’m almost done with the movie,” you tell him, hoping he’ll cut you a little slack this one time.
“Everyone dies at the end of their own stupidity,” he bluntly states and grabs the remote. The television turns off with an overly loud click, and you pout. “Now, sleep.”
Crossing your arms over your chest, you huff. “You’re the worst.”
“I’m fine with that title if it gets you to rest,” he explains with a smooth yawn. “Poor sleep habits lead to bad decision-making later. You’re more likely to develop high blood pressure, and with your heart in particular—”
“I get it. I get it,” you say, wanting to be spared the lecture. Zayne is a good person and a better doctor, but you wish he didn’t worry about you so much just because you might have a little big heart problem. Sighing, you squiggle onto your back and pull the sheets up to your collar, kicking them a little childishly in the process (totally not to let him know that you were not pleased with his spoiling). “I hope you’re proud of yourself.”
“Very.”
Zayne turns over onto his side, away from you, and you frown at the loneliness. Softly, you poke him in the back, once, then twice then a third time before you finally get a hum in response.
“Am I really not getting a good night kiss?”
“Do you need one to sleep?” he asks, his voice deeper from the lack of sleep, urging you to convince him to kiss you even more.
“Duh,” you explain. Slowly, he turns back over to look at you, propping himself up on one arm with a look that says “Is that so” as you continue to ramble. It makes you a little flustered when he watches you so intently. He’s always had this silent dominance that makes you obedient, but you could get what you want from him just as easily with the exact opposite strategy. Cutely, you puff your bottom lip out at him. “There has to be some health benefit to it. Kissing makes people all happy. Happy is good, right?”
It takes a second for him to take in what you say, those smokey eyes closing in on you with thought before he climbs over you. He places both hands at your sides and quickly boxes in your upper thighs with his knees.
“You’re thinking of dopamine,” he says.
“Huh?”
“That makes you “all happy”,” he explains and presses a deep kiss to your lips, leaving you thoughtless and breathless all at once. He moves to your jaw, and you begin to squirm from the pressure of his impassioned lips.
“And Serotonin.”
Another kiss, lower.
“Oxytocin.”
He’s at your shoulder when he starts to nip your skin, and one of his hands moves to ski up the back of your thigh.
“Reduced cortisol.”
Flustered, you grip his arms.
“Zayne, stop, it tickles,” you whine, but it’s the last thing you actually want as he readjusts his position and hovers above you.
His usually neat hair is messier and his breathing a little heavier judging by how his chest laboriously rises and falls. Groaning, you bite your bottom lip as he knowingly leans in and whispers,
“You need it to help you sleep, isn’t that what you said?”
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“Why don’t you just say you don’t love me anymore?”
You look up from your phone screen at the sudden accusation. You’re resting on the couch, your back propped up by the armrest and legs splayed out on the other cushion while Rafayel looks down at you with crossed arms and a less-than-pleased scowl on his face. You’re entirely confused as to what you could’ve done to make him think something like that.
“Huh?”
“You’ve been playing video games for what—the last two hours?” he says, uncrossing his arms to grab your phone. It’s too late to warn him as he glances at the screen, clicking a few times. “What are you playing anyway? An…otome? Sheesh, go ahead and say you want me gone. Come on, tell me you actually hate me.”
Holding in your smile, you shake your head and affectionately roll your eyes. It takes an enormous amount of effort to not laugh as he continues to rant. “So, it’s one of those things. I thought I was actually in trouble.”
And by those things, you mean his dramatics.
“Hush, my complaints are perfectly legitimate,” he demands as he pushes your legs aside and sits on the couch. Leaning over, he flashes the screen at you to show the evidence he has that you’re completely unfair, unfaithful, and downright mean. “What’s this game giving you that I’m not? Are my dashing good looks and even better personality not enough? Is that it?”
Gently, you take the phone from his hand and set it down on the end table. “You’re plenty, perfect even.”
He scoffs and refuses to look at you. “Apparently not. Don’t you ever think about anyone else? What if I want to cuddle with you one day but you’re too busy to notice because you’re playing silly games?”
Ah, there it is. His real want. You never know why he can never just come out and say it.
“Rafayel, do you want me to come to bed and cuddle with you?”
“Want is a strong word,” he remarks but you can see his resolve (can you call it that when he planned to give in all along?) crumbling as he slowly turns back to meet your gaze, “but I wouldn’t be opposed to it. Not that you deserve it or care.”
Humming, you sit up, wrap your arms around his shoulders, and pull him down onto you. Lovingly, you snuggle him, stopping to only take in how red his neck and ears start to get when you squeeze him and start to stroke through his hair. You’re not sure if Lumerians can blow happy bubbles like he claims, but he definitely hums and relaxes his entire body weight to lay on top of you like he wants to sink into your skin.
Teasingly, you coo at him. “You’re so needy.”
“I’d rather say you humans aren’t needy enough,” he fires back as he wraps an arm around your waist and kisses the corner of your lips. “Ah, the sweet taste of victory.”
Giving out a gentle and short laugh, you lightly tap his back. “Go to sleep.”
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₊❏❜ ⋮ FAR FROM DONE ⌒
warings: NSFW - MDI, breeding, mating press
summary: A little 'breeding' session turned into a seemingly never ending night...
characters: Zayne x F!Reader
word count: 291
a/n: so far he's my fav in the game so I had a blast writing for him ♡
ZAYNE - whos eyes quickly found yours as he tried to figure out if you were feeling as good as he was feeling. But judging by the way those breathy moans and whimpers of his name were flowing out of your mouth, he knew he was doing a good job. But he wanted you to say it. Needed you to say it.
ZAYNE - who pants “does it feel good, hm? when i fuck you like this my love?”, leaving open mouth kisses along your soft neck. His words were laced with insecurity despite his cocky question. He's usually never like this, he knows and so do you. But hes absolutely desperate to know the answer. “feels s-so good.” Your words slur together. the pleasure in your voice caught him off guard and pride swells in his chest, driving him to pound into you harder, grabbing your legs and throwing them over his board shoulders.
ZAYNE - whos the one putting you in the new position. Which angled him deeper, and he knew he was fucking done for. “fuck m’gonna cum again.” he panted out, driven by the need to fill you up more, like he has been the past time. He felt himself getting tired but he doesn't want to stop, not when you were babbling out for him. Breathing wasn’t the priority right now, you were. You always were for him.
ZAYNE - whos vision went white for a moment. Everything was blank, as he came in spurts, practically moaning out your name as he emptied himself into you, again. The way your walls were fluttering around him prolonged his orgasm and he could barely hold on, roughly gripping onto your waist as his lifeline. but he wasn’t done. He's far from done...
dating the love and deepspace boys | domestic moments
featuring: rafayel, xavier, and zayne x gn!reader
(´• ω •`) ♡ modern au! can you guys tell raf is my favorite..?
rafayel
a year younger than you. lies to everyone (including you) that he’s actually two years your senior. you only found out he was younger than you when you met his parents, who have his birth certificate framed.
hates cats. despises them. they fill him with rage (fear). says he’s allergic (he’s lying).
“oh shit raf, this sucks! i guess you can’t move in with me.. i have cats”
“...you have cats?”
“yeah. 3.”
“i’m not allergic. i can move in tonight.”
chronically online. minoring in marine biology and majoring in annoying you. texts you over 200 times a day and if you don’t respond, he’s faking a horrible chronic illness. again. it’s amnesia on wednesdays, appendicitis on thursdays, chronic migraines on fridays… etc..
he has 2 followers on his private twitter. you and thomas.
over 700k followers on instagram for some reason? he sells paintings on depop (he says it's depop but you’re convinced he sells them for heinous prices on the black market)
cooks on occasion? has an apron that says kiss me im irish (he's not irish?) made you a tuna cupcake once??
pescatarian. not in the vegan/vegetarian way where he refuses to eat red meat but because he’s absolutely feral over fish. (is this cannibalism? he says its not)
lives in a 2 bedroom apartment with you but doesn’t use his bedroom. says your bed is comfier. turned his bedroom into a painting studio (IT’S for the black market you say!!) and sleeps with you.
“raf,” you sigh. “don’t you have.. homework or something?”
he sits between your legs, back against your chest as he scrolls through his phone.
“yeah,” he says. you flick the back of his head because you know he’s smirking. “it’s called assignment: you. due in two minutes.”
with his free hand, he reaches back mindlessly to grab yours. you sigh, fingers intertwining with his, a reflex as he leans his head back. his eyes meet yours and you can’t help but laugh.
“well?” you ask, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he squeezes your hand. “what are the assignment details?”
he chews on the bottom of his lip as he thinks, humming while his eyes wander across your face. he swings your interlocked hands in circles. it’s raining outside, the heater is on, and rafayel is warm like hot chocolate.
“what?” he says, his cheeks a tinge pink. “you’re looking at me like that again.” a pause. he turns, his head now buried in your chest.
“just studying my homework.” you say, hands instinctively wrapping around his back. the laundry machine is running in the background, rain is falling against the window, and you faintly hear your rice cooker dinging in the kitchen. home, you think, is with rafayel.
“i can hear your heartbeat.” he says, voice muffled. “it’s super fast. you like me or something?”
“i really like you.” you say, without skipping a beat. rafayel groans into your chest, sighing in discontent.
“no fair. i’m supposed to be the flirter.”
you press a kiss onto the top of his head and you feel his body melt into yours. the two of you fall into a warm silence, his breath steady as he traces paintings into your neck.
“raf?” you mumble, eyes drooping. he hums in response. “did you pass your assignment?”
he smiles. “with flying colors.”
xavier
chronic napper. (yapper?)
has 100 late assignments. failing all of his classes yet got into the top university in your country because he got a perfect score on his entrance exams. you thought he was a nepo baby (turns out he’s just.. smart?)
his procrastination rubs off on you… he is the WORST distraction and he knows it. so smug about it and uses it to his own advantage. will perch on top of you when you’re studying and kiss down your neck until you go to sleep with him.
lives in the apartment on top of yours but is at your house most days, if not all. you ask him to move in.
“am i not already.. living with you?”
“don’t you still have your apartment, though?”
“yeah..?”
is that good for the economy?? is it financially smart? not at all, but he’s too lazy to move out and put his apartment up for lease.
xavier sleeps with his legs entangled with yours and his arms wrapped tightly around your chest. the air conditioning hums in the background as you scroll mindlessly on your phone, dimming the brightness as you hear xavier stir.
“sorry xav, did i wake you up?” you ask. he doesn’t respond, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he glares at your phone.
“xavier?” you question, swallowing a laugh at his ruffled hair and disheveled clothes.
“phone down.” he says, voice raspy with sleep and an octave lower than usual. you raise an eyebrow at him.
“can i get a pretty please in this economy?”
xavier’s eyes narrow as he snatches your phone away, snoozing the device and placing it on the nightstand next to you. his lips ghost your neck, pressing kisses against your skin as he mumbles incoherently in the dark of your bedroom.
“xavier-” you breathe, giggling at the sensation. “that tickles!”
he nips at your neck.
“bedtime. now.”
zayne
3 years older than you
he literally has his whole life together at 27 which scares you so much
“my credit card is your credit card” typa boyfriend
cooks. cleans. has a 9-5. you’re interning at the hospital that he works at (he’s head doctor!!)
you’re just a sweet little intern and zayne is the big bad monster!! everyone at work thinks he hates you because he’s extra strict on you. doesn’t give you any special treatment, ‘ignores’ you most days (but also slips meals into your locker and hands you heat packs on cold days in the hospital)
no one knows he’s dating you until one day someone sees you leaving in zaynes car.
“oh, you carpool with doctor zayne?”
“huh? no, we live together.”
“you WHAT???”
he’s a virgo……. erm……
the two of you get ready together in the morning. his guard is down when he’s sleepy and he’ll cling to you as he brushes his teeth and does his hair.
you wake up to the cold night breeze, blinking the sleep out of your eyes and shivering as you scan your surroundings. you yelp as you meet the attentive gaze of your boyfriend.
“huh? whuh? huh?” you splutter, squirming as zayne holds you tighter. he’s carrying you bridal style in his arms, his jacket around your shoulders as the two of you walk to his car. you see the bright lights of akso hospital fading away behind the two of you.
“it’s two am,” he says calmly, placing you down gently as he opens your car door for you. “you waited for my shift to end. again.”
you smile bashfully, rubbing the back of your head. “well, i didn’t wanna just leave you!”
zayne clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, eyebrows furrowed but gaze warm. he guides you into your seat, clicking your seatbelt in place.
“you can nap on the way home,” he says, closing the door and sliding into his side of the car.
the heater’s on already- courtesy of his super expensive electric car. he fastens his own seatbelt and hands you a hot tea and bread from the hospital vending machine.
“drink up. doctor’s orders.”
you grin before he leans over to press a kiss on your lips.
“thank you for waiting for me.”
"It's okay to give up sometimes".
Y'all, I fell in love with Love and Deepspace, like, someone put their whole pussy into this game.
Warnings: male reader, sick/dying reader, Zanye being Zanye. Rushed. Angst
It was cold.
Well first of all, it was winter and (Name) was in a doctor's office, again. Due to the attack 14 years ago, (Name)'s lungs were almost destroyed, causing him needing annual hospital visits.
At least Zayne was there for him. I mean, he had to be there. As his friend and doctor.
"Everything okay doc?"
Zayne was quiet, "I would like to schedule an CT scan sometime today, your breathing is more rapid. I'm hoping we don't have any fluids-".
Zayne pulled out (Name)'s medical history file, rereading it.
"Is everything okay Zayne?".
"You'll be fine if that's what you're worried about".
(Name) shooked his head, "im not really worried about me, I'm worried about you".
"Don't he. I'm healthy".
(Name) sighed, biting his lip, "it's... fine.... I understand that I will-".
"Don't talk like that, anyways, you have a CT scan this afternoon. Let's go get lunch together".
(Name) and Zayne walked into the Café, it was quiet for now, lunch rush would be soon.
"You need to start bundling up more when you go outside. You could develop bronchitis".
(Name) smiled softy, "whatever you say Zayne".
(Name) studied Zayne's features, his black hair, pale skin, his-. (Name) shooked his head, "Zayne... I want to ask you-".
Zayne eyes lifted from the menu, staring into (Name)'s eyes, "I don't like that tone, whatever you're thinking of, you'll be fine".
"Zayne.... I... I want to be cremated".
"Stop it".
"You know I don't have any family here, I'm not trying to burden you with a funeral, but-".
"Stop-"
"Zayne, we need to have this conversation-"
"Yes in the future we will but you're fine".
"Zayne, the CT scans will show it is getting worst... Zayne, I can barely walk up stairs now without having all the air in my chest suffocate me-".
"Then we'll just prescribe some antibiotics".
"Zayne-".
"I don't understand why you are being so negative, you'll be fine. You're going to be fine".
The two sat in silence, an occasional cough from (Name). (Name) grabbed Zanye's hand, "I want you to be happy".
"I'm already happy".
"It's okay to give up Zayne, I rather... die now, than be hooked up to machines and in pain... I think... I'm ready".
Zayne grabbed (Name) out of his seat, pulling him by the arm and walking out of the Café.
"Ah! Zayne! Where are we goinh?".
Zayne was quiet.
The two walked hand in hand in the streets, snow falling around them.
(Namel) stared at the beach, the mix of sand and snow, the coldness of the breeze, the light flurry of snow.
"(Name)"
(Name) looked at Zayne. Zayne grabbed (name)'s hand putting a small ring on his finger. "I... wanted to proposed next summer... here.....".
The two had tears in their eyes, they slowly fell into an embrace.
Okay so. This behavior isn't okay on my page or any other platform. I wrote because I felt like "oh men should be included to because most otome games are female".
Being this homophobic in this day and age shhhesh.
You didn't have to read my fic.
It's not for you.
I'm also confused of where you got the game being "officially prohibited" from, just because they wanted their MC a female doesn't mean entirely i can't make fics.
I was going to write more fem reader fics, but just to piss you off, I'm going to hold off from finishing the female version
Small Headcannons about Rafayel
You know the drill, NB Reader but leaning towards male, small smut or discussion of smut (I cannot write smut to save my life.
Since this man is already so sassy, both of you wake up and chose violence. Like, people can't tell if you guys are actually fighting or not.
"I think you burt the food"
"You don't say?"
"Yeah, you know, its getting hard to breathe with all this smoke"
"Yeah? Try breathing harder"
"Oh I would if your fat ass wasn't taking so much space".
He doesn't like sharing clothing. Knowing he is a world known artist. He probably gets alot of fashion collabs, he probably treasures some of them
"...is that my... Versace... pillow on the floor?"
"Oh this? Sorry I was trying to move the couch, you know I lost-"
He hates going to stores, like, target. (If there is a target in this world).
"Babe, I cannot be seen here"
"Why?"
"Girl, there are fake UGGS!-"
So this guy looks like he got money, imagine him being like those type of rich being like,
"Ugh, I need a new fridge!"
"Why? It looks perfectly fine?"
"Oh there's a scratch and I cannot stand looking at it".
Nsfw below
I cant tell if he would be a bottom or a top, his sassiness gets me everytime! Ah! Maybe a switch?
If he was a bottom maybe he would be a whiny brat? Brat tammer kink?
"Ugh- can't you go any faster? I'm- getting bored!'".
Or if he was a top would he be the teasing kind?
"Awwwee is someone already tired??? Does someone can't handle a little fun time? Really one and done?".
(Oo wait that's a good fic, having you model for him... nude!!"
I think we looking at 6 inches, clean, he's an artist, he's gotta be ready for modeling gigs