16 Works by cosmicappulse
Listing Works
-
Wetter; Omorashi & Golden Shower (Kinktober Prompts) by cosmicappulse
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
20 Nov 2025
Tags
Summary
"Wait!" Giggling, you stop him again. His irritation subsides with the sound, lilac eyes softening. "You gotta use the cotton balls! With the makeup remover!"
"Y'know, I should start chargin' you." Turning to open the cabinet, he pulls out the items in question. "Every time you ask me to do something, it's one kiss."
In your drunken stupor, you quirk a brow at him. "Chargin' me? Ferwhat?"
Caleb places a hand upon your temple, rubbing gentle circles. "Silly girl." It comes out as almost a whisper, his fond gaze leaving yours only to pour the makeup remover upon the cotton ball.OR: Two watersports prompts for Kinktober.
Omorashi; Caleb makes you hold it & you wet yourself on him.
Golden Shower; You & Caleb are locked in a closet and he has to go. -
Love Handles; Breeding (Kinktober Prompt) by cosmicappulse
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
19 Nov 2025
Tags
Summary
Your beautiful tummy has caused Caleb to spiral into an unfathomable depth of desire; he cannot run from the need to breed you, to make you pregnant with his child.
He just can’t figure out how to ask.
-
Implications; Uniform (Kinktober Prompt) by cosmicappulse
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
14 Oct 2025
Tags
Summary
“Alright then.” Barely containing his excitement, Caleb lets go of your waist to move the mirror against the wardrobe, positioning it in front of the bed. His smile is wide; bright, high-wattage. Knowing. A dash of cheeky. “Lemme go change and I’ll-”
“No!” You grab his arm as he turns. “Why change? It’ll just take more time.”
Caleb smirks, his eyes shimmering with a mischievous glint. “I should probably get cleaned up first…” At your pout, he softly laughs. “I know, I know. I just wanna hear you say it.”
“I want you to wear it.”
“Wear what? My hat?”
“Your uniform.”
-
Tags
Summary
“Sometimes the queen needs protection.” Moving a chess piece across a worn board with gloved fingers, Caleb’s stern gaze is fixed upon Sylus.
“A huntress with a bell around her neck will starve.” The silver-haired man’s lips slide into a smirk as he surveys the board with interest, crimson eyes shining brightly under the flicker of a chandelier’s candlelight. “If you allow the queen her evening prowl, she will return more… enthusiastically.”
Caleb frowns as Sylus adjusts another piece, choking his intended move. “And if she doesn’t?”
Sylus laughs; a spoonful of mock, a dash of amusement. “Any mere man who hopes to contain a lioness in a cardboard box will surely be eaten by sunrise.”
OR: Caleb has always been the steadfast sunshine in your life. When your life starts to fall apart, however, you stumble upon his laptop... and find that even the sweetest apples may rot over time.
-
Error: Message Undelivered by cosmicappulse
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
22 Aug 2025
Tags
Summary
“I know you’ve been going out with him,” his voice is in a perplexing state, trembling with every word. Coming undone, unraveling at the seams. “All different restaurants, walks in the park. I’m sure it’s strictly medical though, right?”
Something previously ignored rises to the surface now, a forbidden feeling you had locked away. It slithers up your legs and around your stomach; a welcome heat. Somehow, you feel the cruel weight of your anxiety lift with every word, your fear of losing him subsiding. As the wolf circles, the fox’s smile widens; letting her teeth show, eyes ablaze with delight.
OR: Caleb has been distant these past few months. When you find out why, you kneel before him in atonement with a foxlike smile.
[Based on the texts Caleb sends if you do not log in for a long time.] -
Tags
Summary
"Have you heard of quantum entanglement?" Caleb's voice is hoarse and low, bruised from overuse. Under blankets, you lay bare after several couplings, pressed together tightly as one.
"No," you breathe, barely a discernible whisper, "I haven't. What is it?" Used to his science obsession, you humor him. He draws circles over your hip with deft fingers, a warm tingling sensation formulating upon your skin at his touch.
"Basically," he props himself up on one elbow, "there’s a phenomenon where, even if separated thousands of light-years away in deepspace, two particles will still be connected."
You quirk a brow. "And?"
Caleb's eyes are ablaze with delight, filled to the brim with ardor. Enveloped by the dim ochre lamplight, his chestnut hair is a ruffled mess. Grinning like a madman, he lifts a finger to poke your nose. "Aaaand, any change in one particle... instantly affects the other particle. They're deeply connected. Always."
-
Tags
Summary
Caleb straightens his spine, burying his hands in the pockets of his gray shorts. Chestnut hair swaying slightly with the gust of the living room fan, his intense lilac gaze meets yours; eyes overly round, betraying his desire to refrain from pleading with you. “I was thinkin’…”
“Never a good thing, but go on.”
“Right. Well.” He rubs the back of his neck with his palm, abashed. His sudden vulnerability is endearing. Brows pinched together, he raises a hand to cup his chin, looking away as if deeply contemplating his petition. “I was thinkin’ maybe we could share my bed tonight.”
Or: Caleb x MC/Reader finally cross that boundary after a long day of domestic bliss.
-
Tags
Summary
The Warrior turns on her heel, pulling on Zenos’ shackles once more. And behind her, she hears a low sigh of respite from him, barely discernible above the chilly evening winds churning the gravel into waves, his warm breath tickling her shoulder.
In which the Warrior of Light saves the life of the prince of Garlemald, and has to deal with the political aftermath.
-
Tags
Summary
“Why not?” A shrug. Feigning aloofness once more, it seemed. His eyes betray the raven-haired sorcerer, seething in a poorly hidden concoction of emotions. Though well-crafted, his wall was weary and full of cracks within its surface, wont to becoming rubble in the Warrior’s palms. They sought the light flickering beneath; its amber glow wafting through the surface. The Warrior saw through him. They always had.
-
Tags
Summary
“Stop.”
“Why?” The violet ancient presses, ever so gently; the sea lapping farther and farther up over the sands, smoothing the harsh ridges of stones over time. With patience. “You miss them ever so– as do I. Why squander this gift?”
-
Tags
Summary
The rich scent of ginger flows out of the rust-covered iron stove and into the makeshift dining area, blanketing the room with a welcoming warmth. An amber-haired Miqo'te inhales the sweet smell greedily, squirrelly tail flicking curiously behind him. Palms pressed against the corner wall, he cranes his neck almost comically; glittering scarlet eyes peering around the corner at its source.
...................
“Oh- you have a crumb there.” Reaching haphazardly, the Warrior’s calloused fingers meet the corner of his lips, lightly brushing crumbs off to the side. Their thumb lingers there for a moment as their gazes lock. Unwavering. Self-assured. Most unlike how he had been upon initially waking up in the Source. -
Tags
Summary
“Run away with me,” he whispers the incantation against your skin; featherlight touch tearing your resolve to pieces. Starlight tints your vision with an ethereal shade of deep azure, and you search his gaze for any possible insincerity hidden among his ochre depths. You find none.
-
Tags
Summary
“When doom draws nigh, the night Raven and the day Dove will unite to restore peace.”
Long ago, a prophecy foretold of one who may stand beside Hydaelyn’s chosen, the Warrior of Light, to join together as the "Dove" and "Raven" and save Eorzea from another calamity. Not even in their wildest dreams could they have imagined the one they had been searching for would be the most powerful of the unsundered Ascians— and the least interested in restoring peace. -
Tags
Summary
When the horn sounds again, you hear the howling of the hunters behind you, wild and beastlike. The drums crescendo with the action, and you waste no time mulling it over.
You run.
Bare feet against the forest floor, you hear them give chase behind you. Arrows fly past your neck, much too close for comfort. Your toes sting with cuts of rock and brambles. Your cheeks burn with the assault of branches. Rogue's knives hit your lower legs and torso, spells send shivers through your body, your heels ache with exhaustion, fear fills your senses. But you do not stop. -
Tags
Summary
“I did not take the Warrior of Light to be the reclusive type.”
The Warrior’s neck snapped towards the source in surprise.
He was tall, remarkably so, yet he gave the illusion of speech much like the natives to Ishgard, greeting them with the slow, graceful dip of the neck and stretching a slender forearm across his chest. Long, messed golden tresses were tied back into a grey ribbon. His mask was a bit more eerily stylized, like a mask from the theatre; in an almost macabre from, full-faced, only showing his eyes and lips.
“Seeing as you are alone on this eve… care to join me for another dance?”
-
Something’s Not Quite Right (With The Warrior of Light) by cosmicappulse
Fandoms: Final Fantasy XIV
30 Aug 2018
Tags
Summary
"Until the Warrior’s retainer stopped by mid-pour, causing the young silver-haired elezen to nearly drop his glass. In front of the trio, in flesh and bone, stood a familiar tall elezen man; turquoise-haired, raven-nosed, making lighthearted gestures about what he had been able to gather and sell for them during his recent ventures."