"Please, Please!" The Sub Cries Out As Tears Run Down The Side Of His Face. The Pure Ecstasy He Is Feeling

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬 <𝟑

˗ˏˋ 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

Peanut butter cookies - @eddie-van-munson

guitar pick - @yourfavouriterival

“Why the hell would you say something like that?” - @rainylana

Bloody Lip - @darling-i-read-it

Afterglow - @siempre-bucky

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

fool for you - @witchwyfe

Jealousy jealousy - @eufezco

Boobies - @princessofmarvel

The babysitters club - @sinclaiirs

I Like Girls Too - @bxcketbarnes

Slurpys and Dirty Talk - @steveharringtons-lover

Just the two of Us - @heyysteven

The Cake Attack of ‘87 - @hellfireclubmember

˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞

What Were you Thinking? - @jedi-mabari

beat up love - @dearhargrove

road gate - @eddiemunsxn

i’m with you - @hauntlikeaghost0

my boy - @feverdreqmz

Just To Ourselves - @billyhargrove-s

Dating Billy Hargrove HC's - @queers-gambit

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥/𝟎𝟎𝟏

Staff Room Crushes - @dysfunctionalaliens

You'll See Why - @justfandomwritings

Yandere Husband! 001 - @floatyflowers

Blue - @jamilelucato

˗ˏˋ 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲

redemption make out sesh - @stevesfaberge

Opposites Attract - @strangeswift

Blurb <3 - @shysneeze

dating robin headcanons - @nctzncore

Blurb <3 - @hawkins-losers

Thank me later - @selenitesdawn

"What's your favorite scary movie? " - @ioveeddiemunson

bloodshot bad news - @stevesfaberge

˗ˏˋ 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫

Jealousy - @milkmily

Blurb <3 - @multi-fandom-imagine

Teach me - @fentibeauty

No but like… dating Nancy - @bi-disaster-yn

˗ˏˋ 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬

Your Love - @refiwrites

Dating Jonathan Byers Headcanons - @myuninterestinglifestory

boyfriend headcanons - @keepyourbliss

Wish - @proudharrington

To be read

Forbidden Fruit

pairing: cassian x rhysand’s sister!reader

warnings: sneaking around, suggestive language, swearing, possible sexual content either way minors DNI, mutual pining, a simping Cass and a meddling Az

summary: The General Commander of the Night Court finds himself falling for the High Lords precious little sister.

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Cassian knew better.

He was smarter than this—had better self-control and discipline than hundreds of thousands of men combined but all of that crumbles to ash the second you come prancing past in those tight pants. The same ones that sat low on your hips paired with the skin tight sleeveless top that showed off the wink of your navel and the dangling piercing that resided there. “Your brother know about that?”

“Oh, Commander,” His jaw clenched at the title, the sing-song lilt of your voice and the bedroom eyes that raked down the giant length of his form. Never in his life had he ever felt so anxious under a woman’s gaze and he fights the urge to shift his weight from foot to foot. “You’d be positively baffled by the things my brother doesn’t know about.”

It was a taunt; perfectly manicured nails plucking at a string that was already seconds away from snapping. Even then, Cassian can’t seem to help himself and like a small animal with little sense of self-preservation—he’s caught in your trap. “Like what?” He clears his throat, the words coming out too soft, too desperate and yet he can’t find it in him to be embarrassed when you’re looking at him like that.

Dark lashes frame pretty eyes that trail down the length of his body, a feline smile on full lips. “I really wish I could say, General,” Never had his body reacted to his title in such a way; skin burning like a flame when it came from you, dark hair hanging over your shoulders and he wills his knees not to buckle when you stalk closer. A manicured finger just barely grazes the length of his bicep and he’s already fighting the growing erection beneath his breeches. “But, I just can’t be sure you’ll keep your mouth shut.”

“I won’t say anything.”

You raise a brow, head quirking to the side and you’re unabashedly aware of the fact that this wing of the house was utterly bare save for you and Cass. “I’m throwing a little party tomorrow,” His surprise is evident; as witty and seductive as you may be, it was common knowledge how responsible you were. The pressures of perfection always weighed heavier on a woman and you handled it well. “Come if you’d like but only you.”

“Where?”

There’s a mischievous glint in your eye, fingers toying with the hilt of the sword hung at his hip. “Can’t say—you’ll just have to find me.”

He’s stuck in place when you saunter off, hips swishing from side to side until you disappeared behind closed doors at the end of the hall. Cassian huffed out a shaky breath, a hand raking through slightly overgrown strands as he willed his heart to return to its normal rhythm but he was already a goner. Mind utterly consumed in all things you from the shimmering pin tucked in your hair or the shiny sheen glossing over pouty lips.

For twenty-four hours he’d obsessed over the smell of your soap until his focus was shifted to the breathy little grunts you offer when sparring in the ring the following morning. “You’re getting sloppy.”

“Because,” You huff, breathing labored, sweat dripping down your back and you’d long since tied your hair in a knot at the top of your head. “I’m tired and can’t stop thinking about food.” You get in a few good jabs but the exhaustion sets in much quicker for you than it did the Illyrian soldier.

The idea that sets into his mind is disgraceful; pupils dilating at the very thought and he nearly moans out loud when you bend over to grab your canteen. Stretchy shorts hug tight around the curve of your ass and Cass is already diving head first into filthy fantasies of you bent over just like that with his face shoved between your thighs. It feels so real his mouth actually waters, throat bobbing with a gulp and his hands clench into tight fists.

It's wrong.

He couldn't—shouldn't—be thinking such thoughts but it's like you're doing it on purpose. Body elongated and spine dipping when tugging off the sweat-soaked training top. Only left in a sports bra and the holsters that wrap along your wrist and forearm, holding two swords so sharp you could probably slice his head from his shoulders with the right amount of intent. Yet, for some reason it doesn't deter him; the lethality of you that was always kept contained like some secret weapon just waiting for their moment.

The shirt hits the floor with a wet shlop and before Cassian can form words, Azriel is brushing past him with a knowing glance. "We'll feed you after you fight me," Cassian hates the way his nose scrunches in jealousy, lip twitching to curve into a snarl at the easy banter that arises between the two of you. Azriel stalks you like prey, sharp eyes raking up the length of skin you have bared—even if he does do it significantly more subtle than Cass.

You offer a breathy laugh, throat moving over the large gulps of water before falling into stance. Its casual, body loose from the thorough warm-up and Cass feels his blood rush at the mischievous smirk growing in the corner of your mouth, eyes darting to the shadows beginning to circle you. "Shouldn't take too long," Confidence dripped off your tongue like hot honey. "If you play fair, that is."

Az slowly tilts his head to the side, acutely aware of the rage radiating off his brother from the edge of the ring. It doesn't deter him in the slightest, shoulders rolling and wings tucking in preparation as a breeze shifted through his hair. "What's the fun in that?"

It's annoyingly fluid and Cassian just can't quell the frustration; lips scowled in a sneer the closer you and Azriel got. It should've been him with his hands touching your skin; should be him making you grunt and snap out snarky remarks whenever you'd lost the upper hand. The General's jaw clenches, teeth gritting when Az slams you down on the mat, holding down your arms as you struggle beneath such weight. "That's fine," Azriel jokes, sun beating down on golden skin, shining across amber irises and the brilliance is nearly overwhelming—nearly. "I like 'em squirmy."

It happens so fast that even the shadows don't have time to react when a whip of endless darkness wraps around the spymasters neck and snatches him back. The element of surprise works in your favor, offering enough time to get back on your feet and gain some distance despite the fact that he recovers unnervingly quick, gaze darkening under the challenge. "What? I thought we were having fun, Azzy?" A innocent little pout completely contridicts the growing throb of power that hums off your frame. "Playing around."

The sharp sting of metal unsheathing and the blades attached to your forearms are unfastened, the hilt twisting with practiced ease as you adjusted your grip.

You play the clueless female well—too well.

Maybe that’s why Azriel underestimates the true extent of your focus; too trained on the rapid rising and falling of your chest, the way your left leg trembles slightly with exhaustion and he’s completely blindsided by the way you adjust your magic to him. The deep abyss of darkness that usually comes when calling your power shifts, the shade adapting to that of Azriel’s shadows until there was no way to tell where he started and you ended.

You take the opening, mentally patting yourself on the back for the look of genuine shock that smears its way across Azriel’s face and he’s on the ground in seconds. Your knees dig into the juncture of flesh in his biceps, applying pressure to vital nerves as you hover over his chest. “Alright, alright,” He taps at the mat twice, sweat lacing his brow and fingers going numb. “You win.”

With a deep exhale, you flop to the side and sprawl flat out on the mat, limbs boneless as your head lazily turns to face a brooding Cassian. “Feed me. The Heiress of your Court demands it.” Maybe it was the linger aftershocks of jealousy that leads Cass to saunter over and hoist you over his shoulder. It’s effortless and the surprised yelp that strangled free is slightly more embarrassing that being manhandled. “Cassian,” You grunt, bunching your hands in the durable material of his leathers to brace yourself. “Put me down, right now!”

His amusement rumbles against your belly, one large hand splayed high on the back of your thigh. “I’m only doing as my Heiress asks.”

A flush warms your cheeks, no longer able to blame it on the sun when the cool air of the house shifts over your skin. “Seriously, put me down. You stink.”

“You don’t smell much better but I was practicing self-control and keeping it an inside thought.”

Your hand smacks on his back in retaliation, huffy swears echoing throughout the halls but Cassian continues as if you hadn’t done anything at all. Instead, he plops you into a seat at the dining table and instantly the house predicts your needs, providing a spread of food that has your mouth watering and stomach growling.

Before you can even reach for a plate, Cassian’s already washed his hands and come back to pile a plate full of your favorites, swiftly avoiding foods you didn’t enjoy as much as if it were second nature. A brow quirks playfully, form sinking into your seat comfortably. “You gonna help me shower too?”

“Only if my Heiress demands it.” His lips shift into a smirk so sinful you shift in place, fingers just barely recovering from losing your grip on your silverware.

A scoff hides your inability to form words, fork scraping against the fine china as you fill your mouth with much needed sustenance. Immediately, your shitty mood dissipates, hips wiggling in complete bliss while you indulge in garlicy breadsticks dipped in creamy pasta sauce.

“You’ve been training your powers.” Cassian mentions more so to distract himself from the little moans you let you with each bite. “I’ve never seen you manipulate them like that. Blending into Az’s shadows?”

“A girls gotta do something to fill her time.”

Golden eyes narrow in your direction, scanning the curve of your cheeks and slope of your nose. He lingers entirely too long on your mouth, pasta sauce gathering in the corner and his fingers twitch to reach over and wipe it off. “What else are you hiding under your sleeve?”

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” Something about the way you look at him has Cassian’s skin going hot, the pale violet of your iris turning into nothing but a thin ring as your pupils eat up the free space. “And, I’d hate to have to get rid of my favorite boy.”

“I’m your favorite?”

You’re outright teasing; taunting the brick wall of a man with nothing more than polished silver and the insinuating drag of your tongue against your fork. “You think I give invitations to secret parties to any ol’ body? Please, I have better taste than that.”

It’s instinctual. Driven by nothing more than pure Illyrian pride, his chest subconsciously puffing up with pride under the kiss of your compliment. He’s not brave enough to elaborate on it—too afraid to jumble his words and make a godsdamned fool of himself. “Where is this party anyway?”

Silverware clangs against fine china, a signal that you’ve finished your meal and the house is quick when cleaning up for you, fondly topping up your wine and providing fresh linen to dab around your mouth.

You don’t take it.

Instead, you offer up a crimson red ribbon just barely long enough to fully wrap around Cassian’s wrist. It’s smooth like silk in his grasp, the material coated in your scent and it takes every scrap of decency he has left not to shove it up against his nose. “Follow those. Once you’ve collected the last one, you’ll find me.”

“And then what?”

A sultry smirk curves at your mouth as you rise from your chair. “Then, you can have me.” His mouth goes dry, fists closing over the strip of fabric clutched between his fingers. “Have fun hunting, General.”

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an arcana of hearts (upcoming series)

multi x fem!reader

you’re a single woman trying to get pregnant. being single certainly isn’t doing you any favors, so you decide to turn to your friends for help. oddly enough, they’re more than willing to help.

tags: mdni, modern au, mentions of pregnancy, fluff, smut, breeding kink, unprotected sex

a/n: okay i know how unhinged this sounds but like hear me out!! the first two chapters will be coming next week :3 and if you would like to be tagged, leave a comment :D

chapter one | the proposal

the spring season seems to have brought on an unrelenting case of baby fever. being single is a problem though... so who better to ask than your five, handsome friends?

chapter two | the magician

rafayel x fem!reader tags: to be updated!

chapter three | the star

xavier x fem!reader tags: to be updated!

chapter four | the chariot

caleb x fem!reader tags: to be updated!

chapter five | the emperor

zayne x fem!reader tags: to be updated!

chapter six | the devil

sylus x fem!reader tags: to be updated!

chapter seven | the lovers

rafayel x xavier x caleb x zayne x sylus x fem!reader tags: to be updated!

LOVEDEEP . . .  !  ☆

summary: p-links for caleb, all links in the star (★.) lead to twitter. as of the time I'm posting this, all the links work so I'm sorry if they videos get taken down or deleted in the future!

cws: pipsqueak usage, pet names, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, overstim, rough sex, dirty talk, morning sex, dry humping, panty kink, sneaking around, squirting

a/n: ive always wanted to post p-links but i never did because i thought elon musk was gonna run twitter into the ground and it would be a lot of pointless work. he IS running it into the ground, just very slowly so i feel like i have time :) I'll definitely do this type of post more often because it was actually fun putting it together and i have a ton of videos that would actually suit all the lads men~

taglist: @@m00nchildwrites, @venussakura, @valleydoli @hys-hyangshine, @i-messed-up-big-time, @yourlocalcatscammer, @sayoko-ou, @umamaki @local-twat @bimbohkitty taglist application

disclaimer: you must be logged into your twitter account to see the content! none of this content is mine or involves me. if you are the owner and would like me to remove your content, just dm! there is sexually explicit content below so mdni!

(★.) caleb's first day back from training went exactly how he'd fantasized since the moment he kissed you goodbye and boarded that DAA shuttle. he'd stroked his cock to the memory of your mouth more nights than he could count, but nothing—fucking nothing—compared to the way you sound now, moaning his name like it's the only word anyone's ever taught you. "fuck, baby girl." he sobs, fingers digging into your hips as he drives into you from behind. "say my name like that again." he demands. "and tell me how much you missed me, please..." even the way you're drooling on the pillow beneath you, you manage to croak the words out. "caleb, missed you so bad. though about you every day. fuck meee, pleaseee~!"

your thighs shake from the mean thrusts and how deep he's hitting, from the way he leans over you and spits his praises like it's dirt in his mouth. "feel that?" you can feel it. the way that he throbs inside of you. he groans when his hips stutter. "had to pretend my hand was a replacement for this tight fucking cunt for months. now look at you, pussy's slobbering all over me. my perfect fucking girl." and your name tears from his throat when you clench around him again, cumming brainlessly. but he doesn't stop. caleb doesn't want to stop. he wants to hear you sing his name like gospel and fuck you until your bedframe is destroyed and reduced down to nothing but kindling for the fireplace. and it goes exactly like he imagined every night he was kept away from you.

(★.) early mornings with caleb never went the same way. most of the time, he needed to be in control, hands gripping your hips like he was afraid you'd float away but today; it was slower. he was slower and gentler when he could hear your whines erupting from the base of your neck as you rode him at your own pace. your thighs straddle his, lazy sunlight warming your skin while air particles danced across your hazy eyes, vision too blissed out to even focus on him properly. he watches you like he's dreaming. he moans like he's trying not to be louder than you, so he doesn't miss each sound you make.

(★.) "i can wait," he speaks into the back of your neck with his shallow breath and he sounds so beyond wrecked for you as he pulls you back just enough to so that you can feel how badly he wants you. "i can... wait... for you." he says these words as if he's trying to convince himself. the fabric between your bodies burns. it's thin enough, soaked, and so fucking frustrating. and still, he doesn't move any more than he's allowed himself. it's just enough to sate the both of you without crossing the line.

(★.) caleb doesn't even have the patience to take them off. he can't. not when they're this cute. "fuck, they're so soft." he whimpers as he rubs his leaking tip against the gingham print of your panties. "these might be my new favorites, honey." your panties are soaked through (all his fault) and when he finally cums, the splash is audible. it's all over your skin. all of over your thighs, your lips, the cotton. caleb gasps like it hurts. and when he's done, he presses his forehead against yours and whispers the softest, most woeful, thank you. as if you just saved his life.

(★.) he's not supposed to be here. not in your room this late at night, not in your bed, definitely not inside of you like this, fucking you so hard that your small bedframe (that he already barely fits in) rattles under the weight of your joined bodies. "gotta be quieter, pipsqueak," he mumbles through grit teeth. "you don't want granny to he… hear us, do you?" caleb smiles down at you when he flips you onto your back and cups your face. he eases back inside of your silky heat. "fuck!" you moan, again just a little too loudly. and he lets you this time because, fuck, granny's hearing has been getting weaker anyway and you just sound so sweet when you let caleb make you feel good like this, pussy sucking him in like you need him more than you need air.

(★.) caleb moves inside you like he's afraid that the pleasure he's giving you will break you, like the loss of the soft rhythm he's set between your thighs is too much. but his thrusts are shallow, slow, so purposeful that it hurts you both. but what gets you most is his hand. his fucking hand and his fingers rubbing that soft spot nestled right between your legs. he starts working soft circles, never stuttering his movement, never rushing either. "that's it, baby," he murmurs, lips brushing your temple as he makes you moan louder than you ever have in your life. "give. me. all. of. it." caleb doesn't chase his own high. not yet. he can wait until you've soaked through his bedsheets. your back arching, cunt tightening as he touches you just right. exactly the way you like it and the way that he's trained you to like it.

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This is an erotic audio, proceed with caution.

Warnings: dom & choked (with love). Nothing violent only obsession.

This can be GN if you like being called a good girl ;)

A/N: I'm sorry i haven't posted for A ripple in space for a while. I'm getting my life in order. In the meantime enjoy this little treat. xoo

⠀ ⠀ Tides of Treachery

pairings: Pirate!caleb x Mermaid!reader.

notes/warnings: violence, brief mentions of blood. Nearly drowning. Reader is intended to be afab!bodied and gender neutral. no smut in this part, I don’t want it to get too long! Hopefully in part two.

The sea has always been Caleb’s first love. The way the waves rolled and crashed against the hull of his ship, the scent of salt thick in the air, and the endless horizon stretching beyond his reach—it was all he had ever known.

Years ago, he used to happily laugh around and run in the water, throw sand at his friends and enjoy the rays of warmth radiating from the sun. But all good things come to an end, Caleb had learned the hard way that nothing in life was permanent—not love, not safety, not even the land beneath his feet.

His father had gone out to sea one morning to fish for their humble family business, promising to return before nightfall, but the tides swallowed him whole, leaving behind only whispers of his name in the crashing waves.

His mother, left to raise him alone, had done everything she could to keep him safe. But safety was a fragile illusion. The night the world flipped upside down for him, the thugs came, she had fought for him, desperate to keep her boy safe as she hid him in a corner, tears streaming down her face as she hugged him for the final time. Caleb still remembered the way her blood pooled on the wooden floor, how the coppery scent mixed with the salt on his skin as he was dragged outside, kicking and screaming.

He was meant to die that night. The leader of the gang had loomed over him, blade in hand, expression cold and indifferent. But something in Caleb’s eyes must have reminded him of himself—some old, bitter ghost of the past—because he hesitated

“Take him,” the man had ordered. “Teach the boy how to survive.”

And so he did.

Caleb was thrown into a world of cutthroats and thieves, learning how to wield a dagger before he could grow his first beard. The boy who once ran across the shore, carefree and full of laughter, had long since vanished. In his place stood a pirate feared across the seas, his name whispered in drunken taverns and city guards.

He should have felt satisfied. He had carved his own place in the world, commanded a crew that would die for him, listening to his every whim and commands and sailed waters that no man dared to cross.

But sometimes when his crew went to their beds and bunkers, he would step out of his own, in the quiet of the night, when the ocean was calm and the stars burned like embers overhead, he thought of the past. He thought of a life that had once been his before fate stole it away.

A creature he recalled, a siren. an abomination mix of fish and human. he never entertained the talk of catching a siren to keep it for him to sing. if one was unfortunate enough to fall in the nets of his ship would immediately have its scales taken away and itself shipped off and sold to some lord with fortune, that easily explains the amount of coats he has with shimmering scales.

It was on one such night, when the sea lay still and the wind barely stirred the sails, that Caleb saw them.

A shape, moving just beyond the reach of the lanterns’ glow, barely a ripple in the water. He narrowed his eyes, stepping closer to the edge of The Wayward Star, gripping the wooden railing with steady fingers.

Then, the moonlight caught them.

A figure, half-submerged, skin glistening like pearls beneath the pale light. Their hair floated around them in thick, damp strands, creating an illusion of ink swirling around them, and their eyes—dark and knowing—locked onto his.

Caleb inhaled sharply.

A mermaid.

Not the kind sung about in sailor’s tales, with golden curls and gentle voices. No, this was something else entirely. Their gaze held no innocence, no wide-eyed wonder. Instead, they studied him, unblinking, as if deciding whether he was prey or something more. It made a humming gurgling noise, the odd scent of seasons and spices had attracted it towards the ship.

His fingers itched toward the cutlass at his hip, but he hesitated.

“You watching me?” he called out, voice low, roughened by years of salt and rum.

The mermaid didn’t answer, not in words. Instead, they tilted their head slightly, eyes glinting like two beads covered in obsidian in the dark.

Something about them made the air feel too thick, too heavy in his lungs. He had spent his life commanding men, stealing from those unfortune to pass his ship, fighting battles and staring death in the face without flinching. But this? This was different. that thing unsettled him.

Then, as silently as they had appeared, they slipped beneath the waves.

Gone.

Caleb exhaled, only then realizing he had been holding his breath.

Caleb barely slept that night. He couldn’t. After returning to his bedchambers, his eyes wouldn’t stay closed, he felt like a nail was being jammed into his head, and when he felt comfortable enough for sleep to lull him away, a thunder would wake him up.

Caleb gave up trying to get a brink of sleep. He sat at the bow of The Wayward Star, staring out at the sea as if drilling his gaze into the water infront of him would will the mermaid to return. The waves lapped lazily against the ship’s hull, rocking it. and the stars shimmered like scattered silver, but the water remained empty.

By dawn, the mermaid still hadn’t resurfaced.

He told himself to let it go. He was a pirate, not some fool enchanted by sea myths. There was plunder to seek, ships to raid, and yet—he found his thoughts drifting back to them. The way the moonlight caught the wet sheen of their skin, the quiet intelligence and stupidity in their dark eyes, the way they had simply watched him, like they were trying to understand him.

He had spent his life being feared, respected, hated by most. Never had someone looked at him like that before.

He shook the thought from his mind. Damn that fish, he had better things to do.

But fate, it seemed, had no intention of letting him forget.

The second time he saw them, it was in the middle of a storm.

The sea raged, tossing The Wayward Star like a toy, and rain pelted the deck in thick sheets. Caleb barked orders over the howling wind, his clothes soaked through, his hands raw from gripping the ropes. The storm was bad—worse than most—but he had survived worse.

Then, amidst the chaos, he saw them.

A shadow beneath the waves, moving too fast for the current to carry. At first, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him, lack of sleep always did funny tricks on people, but then the ship lurched violently to the side, nearly throwing him off balance.

He barely had time to react before a massive wave surged forward, hitting the ship with unnatural force. The wood groaned under the weight, and his crew yelled in alarm, struggling to hold the vessel steady.

Caleb barely had time to brace himself before the wave struck.

The impact sent him staggering backward, boots slipping on the rain-slicked deck. His fingers scrabbled for purchase on the rigging, but another violent lurch of the ship sent him sprawling. The world tilted—dark sky and raging sea spinning together in a blur—before the deck vanished beneath him.

Cold, crushing water swallowed him whole.

The ocean was deafening. It roared in his ears, filled his nose, dragged him down with merciless hands. Caleb kicked, fighting against the force pulling him deeper, but the storm churned above him, tossing him around like he was nothing more than a scrap of driftwood.

For the first time in years, true panic clawed at his chest.

His lungs burned, muscles screaming as he thrashed against the weight of the sea. He had survived battles, betrayals, and the cruel hand of fate itself—but drowning? Dying alone beneath the waves? The thought sent a sharp bolt of fear through him.

Then, just as the darkness at the edges of his vision threatened to consume him, something moved.

Not the waves. Not the current.

Something else.

A shadow slipped through the water, too fast, too smooth, circling him like a predator. a creature made for water.

He didn’t have the time to register the shape before arms wrapped around him—strong, steady, and colder than the sea itself. A rush of movement followed, the water parting as he was dragged downwards with unnatural speed.

Then—air.

Caleb’s breath came in ragged gasps, his throat raw from seawater and the force of the storm. His hands pressed into the damp sand beneath him, fingers curling around the fine grains as his body shook with exhaustion.

The cave was dimly lit, the glow of bioluminescent corals and strange, shifting lights casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of salt and something else—something unfamiliar, earthy, and deep. The sound of dripping water echoed in the cavern, mixing with the rhythmic crash of waves outside.

His mind reeled.

How was there air here? How was he even alive?

A flicker of movement made him tense.

Slowly, he raised his head.

The mermaid was there.

They lingered at the water’s edge, half-submerged, their dark eyes watching him with the same unreadable intensity as before. The glow of the cave cast shifting patterns across their skin, highlighting the smooth muscles of their shoulders, the glint of scales that shimmered with every small movement.

Caleb swallowed, still breathless.

“You saved me,” he rasped, voice hoarse from nearly drowning and coughing out salt water. He didn’t know why he was stating the obvious, but the words slipped out before he could stop them.

The mermaid tilted their head slightly, considering him. Then, slow and deliberate, they moved closer.

Caleb’s instincts screamed at him to be cautious. He had spent his life surrounded by liars and thieves, men who would slit your throat for a handful of gold. Trust was something he had long since abandoned.

And yet—

He didn’t move as the mermaid reached out.

Their fingers brushed against his cheek, cool and slightly rough, like they weren’t quite used to touching something as fragile as human skin. Caleb held still, his breath catching as they traced the outline of his jaw, their expression unreadable.

Their touch lingered for a moment longer before they withdrew, retreating slightly into the water, as if waiting.

Waiting for what?

Caleb exhaled sharply, running a hand through his soaked hair. He needed to think, to figure out where he was, what they wanted. But the storm had drained him, and the warmth of the cave—unnatural as it was—lulled his body into something dangerously close to comfort.

He should have been afraid.

But for the first time in a long, long while, he wasn’t.

Instead, he found himself staring back at the creature before him, heart pounding, pulse thrumming with something dangerously close to curiosity.

“…What are you?” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

The mermaid didn’t answer in words.

But they smiled—slow and knowing—before slipping back into the water’s embrace.

After a few hours, you returned. Different types of fishes for your lovely guest you had dragged to your home, could you be blamed? the deep ocean was starting to get boring and dull, hunting fishes would not excite you. Days weren’t looking brighter and you felt like day by day you were evolving into a sea cucumber laying uselessly on the sand waiting for your eventual demise.

You swam through the water effortlessly, the cold depths parting for you as you carried your prize—an assortment of fish clutched in your hands, still fresh, their scales gleaming under the soft glow of the cave’s bioluminescent corals.

It had been years since anything had truly interested you. The ocean, vast and endless as it was, had lost its thrill. Hunting was easy. The other creatures of the sea were predictable. You had seen everything there was to see, done everything there was to do.

But him—the human—you had never encountered something quite like him before.

He was fragile. Small, in comparison to the beasts of the sea. His limbs were awkward and unfit for swimming, his body weighed down by the very waters that carried you with ease. And yet, despite his weakness, he fought.

You had seen the fire in his eyes, the defiance that burned even as the sea threatened to swallow him whole. A lesser creature would have gone limp, accepted their fate, but he had thrashed, struggled, survived.

That made him interesting.

And interesting things did not come often in your world.

So, really, could you be blamed for dragging him here? For watching him as he gasped for breath, the air in the cave filling his fragile lungs? For wanting to see how long he would last before his fear turned his survival instincts to recklessness?

You breached the water’s surface, the fish still held tightly in your grasp, and your dark eyes immediately sought him out.

There he was.

The pirate.

He had not moved far from where you left him. His body was curled slightly, one arm slung over his bent knee, head resting against the damp rock. His breathing was steady now, slower, but his exhaustion was evident.

You took a moment to observe. Poking his feet to test the waters before crawling out of the water and on top of him.

His skin was warm, unlike the cold-blooded creatures you were used to. His hair, still damp from the ocean, clung to his face in uneven strands. His chest rose and fell in slow, rhythmic motions, his lips slightly parted as if caught between sleep and wakefulness.

The fish in your hands flopped weakly, their gills opening and closing in vain. You had chosen well—fat, fresh, the best you could find. Surely he would be pleased.

But as you placed the offering beside him, he did not react.

You frowned.

You reached out, fingers ghosting over his skin, pressing against his shoulder. The warmth of him startled you, even now, and for a brief moment, you simply felt—the rise and fall of muscle beneath your touch, the way his breath hitched ever so slightly in response.

You raised your webbed hand and slapped it down on his firm chest.

Plap!

His eyes snapped open with a gasp. For a long moment, you two simply stared at each other.

Then, slowly, ever so slowly, his gaze flickered downward—to the fish beside him, and to the naked scaled-covered chest of the mermaid hovering over his face, blocking his view of the cave. he averted his eyes to the fish, it was still twitching, their silver scales glinting in the dim light.

A pause.

Then, he exhaled through his nose, something between amusement and disbelief flickering across his face.

“…Did you just bring me food?”

You blinked.

Of course you did. What else would he eat? Rocks?

He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he sat up. His fingers brushed over the fish idly, as if testing to see if they were even real.

“Well. Can’t say I’ve ever had a meal delivered to me by a sea creature before.” He glanced back at you, his lips quirking at the corners. “Guess I should be flattered.”

You tilted your head slightly, watching him.

Strange.

You had given him a gift—an offering of peace, even—and instead of taking it seriously, he was… laughing, what was laughing supposed to mean here? humans were so so strange.

You narrowed your eyes, leaning closer, your face mere inches from his. His breath caught slightly, his gaze flickered to your lips that were inching just centimeters away from his, but he held his ground, his eyes returning up to watch you in return.

Interesting.

Your lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile but wasn’t quite a threat, either.

This was going to be fun.

'Cute.' Quinn thought, 'She thinks it's so cute when they brat out and act up all day.' Chuckling to themselves as the said sub is pinned to the wall with their hand around her neck. 'Laughing about it as if trying to get a reaction from me.' Bringing their lips close to the tiny subs ear, they let out a low growl. "We will see just how funny and who's laughing when you're begging for that release later and I say no." Quinn whispers earning a whimper from the bratty sub.

i love having a bad memory cause i’m rereading my fic just to make sure things flow correctly and I’m just like wow…I kinda ate this shit up 😭

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(it’s a Nyx x Tamlin’s daughter story, with themes of disrupt in the NC. I plan on exploring it more in future chapters)

YOU'RE MY ANGEL . . . ! ★

summary: p-links for rafayel, all links in the star (★.) lead to twitter. as of the time I'm posting this, all the links work so I'm sorry if they videos get taken down or deleted in the future!

cws: smut, oral sex (f), mutual masturbation, fem reader, dom rafayel, spanking, pet names, dirty talk, rough sex, multiple positions, dacryphilia, cowgirl pos, doggy style, clothed sex, light breeding kink, i think i got them all

a/n: i've never written rafayel as a dominant before i think i've only written him as a submissive cat boy honestly so pls go easy on me 😭

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(★.) rafayel always eats like he's drowning or truly dying, like your pussy is the last thing keeping him tethered to the surface world. he pins your legs back hard against your chest, too strong for your squirming to disrupt his meal. he folds you open like a fucking gift and buries his face in you and hums in appreciation as he rips you open. sloppy, wet, starving, and fucking dirty. his tongue fucks you deep and he moans at your sobs, leaving you to feel helpless pleasure. his sharp chin digs into your clit just right every time he drags his tongue up your wet little slit just right. "quit runnin' from me, cutieee," he slurs like he's drunk off of you. his voice is horse and a little vicious when he vibrates against your soaked folds. "c'mon, you owe me this. been thinkin' 'bout this little thing all day, you know i have." his hand slides up your trembling belly, pinning you down harder. "so be my good little princess and let me suck you dry."

(★.) rafayel's eyes burn with impatience as you straddle him, your clothes still on, growing damp with sweat and the moisture from his loads and every bit of juice he fucks out of you. your skirt is hiked up around your waist as he grips your hips and pulls you down onto him roughly. he doesn't bother to undress you, too hungry for you. he doesn't waste time. rafayel's hands are tight on your hips, pinning your body to his as he thrusts up into you, each movement savage, making you gasp in surprise at the sharpness of his thrusts. "fuck… wait…ah~!" you cry out at the rough treatment. he's naked and you can feel the heat of his body pressing against your clothed form, and it only seems to fuel his need. you can feel his cock straining against your panties as he rams up into you, the friction rubbing you both raw until heavy fat tears are coating your skin. "why you crying?" he teases through heavy pants. one hand grips your hair and yanks your head back, exposing the skin of your kiss-bitten neck to him. he's rough and doesn't care about any suspicious stains can be found on your hunter's uniform. his pace quickens, and with a sudden motion, he smacks your ass. the sting makes you whimper adorably as he exposes you to how good pain can feel. "don't cry, princess. give me that cute little smile when i'm fucking you." and when you do, he pulls you down to his chest, hips stuttering as he rushes to fuck you both raw and create a disgusting mess to worry about later.

(★.) his fingers slide inside you slowly, feeding you inch after inch. his hand grazes his own sensitive balls with every thrust of his finger, the angle of your hips pressed against his own making it impossible not to feel the little tingle. rafayel's cock twitches in your hand as you stroke him, the soft rhythm of your touch pulling some truly embarrassing sounds from his throat. every time your hand moves against his sturdy shaft, the ring he placed on your finger sends a shiver of pleasure and pain right up his spine as it grazes. the feel of if against his skin only adds to the building ache between his legs, waves of heat coursing through both of your bodies. the stretch of his fingers inside of you, each stroke curling deep, making your body quiver with a need to release between both of your bodies. your own finger falters for a second, catching on your leaking clit, the slickness of your thighs is enough to coat his hand, drawing spurt after spurt out of you and your hips rock against the mess of flesh between you. "so wet for me, sweet girl," he groans under his breath, eyes dark with the need to cum all over both of you. you grind your hips up and whine at the dirty words that come out of your partner's mouth so easily. "don't stop.." you whimper, hips canting upwards to meet his fingers. and he promises you that he won't, would never think to do anything except pleasure you. 

(★.) rafayel watches as you ride him, having to throw your head back every few moments to remind yourself to breathe as you impale yourself on his length. his eyes darken to a rich, tinted magenta as he watches you in awe, taking him like you were born to accept him into your precious womb every day. you’re always so dutiful with his body. your rhythm is slow and easy, cunt sucking him in like a suction cup. his hands rest on your hips, but he lets you take control of him, and he’s so into it. every slide of your body against his, every little whine that you give him, has him aching under you, but he doesn’t dare rush you. his face stays buried in your chest, lips pressing against the soft skin of your breasts, groaning in appreciation every time your body moves just right. his hands roam down your back to grip your ass, urging you to ride him harder, deeper. the slickness of your bodies becomes undeniable, the sound of your wet, frantic movements filling the room. you feel his muscles tightening beneath you as he fucks up into you, meeting your every movement with his own hunger. eventually, his hands move up your back again, and the pleasure cracks through him like fire. he almost scratches your skin from the intensity of it, but he catches himself, flattening his palms against you, grounding himself in your warmth. his eyes lock on yours, the control shifting to him as he forces his hips up against yours with increased speed, deeper thrusts. you both remain silent, save for the moans that escape between clenched teeth. no words are necessary when it’s this good, when your bodies have found their rhythm. his hands are a language of their own, guiding you, holding you, loving you, showing you just how much he trusts you with each other's pleasure.

(★.) you sob as your boyfriend kneads the flesh of your ass as his hips smack into the fat of your ass. "look at you. my cute girl crying so helplessly. fuck." he moans, hands driving up the curve of your spine before gripping the back of your neck. you sob at the mean thrusts but feel yourself clench around his punishing thrusts at his sweet words. you gurgle out a bit of nonsense, feeling rafayel fuck you dumb. "i-i ca-an't! raf, i can't ta-take it!" but he knows that you can. you reach behind yourself and press your hands weakly against his pelvis as if to push him away but he grips your wrists tightly and holds your arms in place. "it's not like you haven't taken it like this before. we both know you can." he teases sassily. your ass bounces back against him with each mean thrust until your clenching around rafayel's wet member, creating the most obscene sounds either of you have every heard, and gushing all over him. he lets your hands go and grips the back of your throat, driving into you until you feel the familiar sensation of his hot seed leaking into you like a reservoir created specifically to house lemurian seed.

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