#ALSO ZAYNE POOL TABLE????

[tbaluver]

HELLOOOO NEW QUAD BANNER SOOON ?! AND THEYRE CATS goodbye money i wish i had

[chaos-in-deepspace]

LNDS: Hospital Trip | Fluff

Listen...this was supposed to be a crack fic. Apparently when I write long form fics I can't help but take it seriously. So this is romantic comedy now. It's fluff. I'm not a Zayne girlie but damn do I adore him...I might be a Zayne girlie. And a Rafayel girlie. And a Xavier girlie...I'm a whore.

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+. Warnings: Crack treated seriously, But also is this really crack anymore?, Romance mixed with comedy, flirting, Blood, Leg injuries, stitches, shots (the not fun kind) Synopsis: You had been enjoying your day when a small incident led you to the hospital. Thankfully your beloved boyfriend is taking care of you, but he does demand an explanation at to how you got injured...something you'd rather he not know. Word Count: 4,159

Blog Information | Masterlist

Zayne

Hospital Trip | Zayne x Reader

You let out an unamused huff as you leaned against the back of the hospital bed, looking off in the distance. Your leg was on fire at the moment and you weren’t exactly happy to be in the hospital. Thankfully Yvonne had been sweet enough to allow you to see Dr. Zayne about your injury (even though she insisted that Dr. Greyson was available immediately and Zayne was finishing up a surgery, you didn’t care.)

You perked up as you heard the door open, smiling the moment you saw Zayne. You weren’t even sure if he was aware that you’d be his patient as Yvonne didn’t bother getting you checked in. He looks up from the paperwork in his hands, seeing that you were sitting on his examination table with a dopey grin.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He said, his voice soft as he adjusted his glasses. He clearly hadn’t noticed that something was amiss as you shifted on the table.

“Well, you see…” You said, shifting more to show the inner part of your thigh. The thigh that happened to be getting blood on his examination table. The way you were sitting had helped it not pool too much, and the nurse that helped you in the room did place a small tourniquet around your leg (although in all honesty it wasn’t that bad).

Zayne paused at seeing the injury, looking at you and then back at your bloody thigh. His lips pressed together as he nodded in disappointment, realizing that you had probably given some nurses hell as they tried helping you and you refused. The hospital was used to your antics, especially when it came to your doctor. Unless you were dying, you insisted on seeing Zayne for everything.

He approached you, placing a hand over a section that didn’t have blood on it. You were grateful to be wearing shorts today so you didn’t have to take off your pants for this…although the thought of waiting for Zayne in his office in only your underwear was an amusing thought. An idea for another day.

The feel of his cold hand had you instinctually opening your legs up more for the man. He looked back up at your face and you couldn’t help but wiggle your eyebrows suggestively at him.

“Is there a reason this hasn’t been treated yet? How long have you been here?” He asked, finally taking his hand away from you.

“Um, maybe ten minutes? I told them it wasn’t that bad and I’d wait for you.” You told him and he shot you a look. He sighed, going over to see that the nurses had already gotten him a tray of items he’d be needing.

You wouldn’t lie, you had gotten nervous when you saw the nurse wheeling the tray in and seeing it had items for stitches. You really didn’t think your injury was that bad. Granted you couldn’t feel your leg at the moment, but that's besides the point.

“If your leg is in this condition, you should’ve allowed another doctor to tend to it.” Zayne scolded, walking over to the sink and washing his hands.

You hummed before smirking, “Well I figured you wouldn’t like having one of your coworkers between my thighs, since you are the jealous type.” You teased him. Zayne shot you a small glare, but you knew he wouldn’t stay mad for long.

“Leave the suggestive comments please. There is nothing sexual about a doctor tending to their patients.” He said, pausing and letting out another long sigh. You wondered what was causing him so much grief since you saw a flash of something in his eyes as he remembered something, “I need you to take your shorts off.”

You barked out a laugh, “Nothing sexual my ass.” you said, going to unbutton your shorts, “I’m surprised you’re letting me take them off, you’re always so eager to be the one doing it back home.” 

“I said to leave the comments.” He said, placing gloves onto his hands as he approached you on the table.

“I can’t help it when you’re this easy to tease.” You winked before looking at the supplies he had been given, “So you gonna numb me up before you sew thread into my thigh?”

“I don’t know, should I be numbing you? If you have the energy to flirt, the pain must not be that bad.” He said, watching as you shucked your shorts off and placed them next to you on the bed. “Now might I be enlightened as to how this happened in the first place? If I’m not mistaken, today was your day off.”

You made a small, pained noise in the back of your throat as you thought back to what you had done. Nope. Absolutely not. He didn’t really need to know what had happened, did he?

“I tripped.” You lied, knowing he wouldn’t buy it for even a second. You’d rather tell him an obvious lie then do too good of a job and have him believe you. He always ends up finding the truth eventually, and when he finds out you actually lied to him, he always gets upset and distant. So you never did it to him. You’d give him the world’s fakest lie so he could tell right away.

“I’m not asking out of curiosity. I need to know if you might’ve gotten something in your wound. I need to know as your doctor.” A shiver went down your spine at the statement. There was always a difference between your sweet, caring boyfriend Zayne, and Akso’s Chief of Surgery, Doctor Zayne Li. You, of course, adored both sides, but seeing him switch to being Doctor Zayne was always hot.

“Fine, then I assume if you’re asking as my Doctor, then you won’t be judging me when I tell you?” You said, shifting in your spot. You really didn’t want to tell him. He was the best boyfriend ever but god damn could he give your sass back ten fold.

“Sadly doctor’s are entitled to judge whomever they please, we’re just not allowed to voice it to our patients or coworkers.” He said and you huffed. 

“You’re judging me right now, aren’t you?” You finally murmured.

“Always quick to catch on.” He had the audacity to smirk as he grabbed the shot that you assumed had the lidocaine in it and waved it in place to tease you.

“Asshole…” You said under your breath. He looked at you with his eyebrow raised.

“What was that, you don’t want to be numbed?” He asked and a small, pathetic whine came from you.

“I mean my beloved boyfriend who is so kind, caring, and compassionate. The boyfriend who will do anything to keep me out of harm's way and fixes me up when I have booboos in the nicest way possible.” You said, pressing your hands together and smiling at him.

He looked like he wanted to roll his eyes at your praise and you finally relaxed a bit, “I’m still waiting to find out what happened.” He reminded you.

"Okay, where to begin…” You said, tapping your lower lip, “Well I woke up a bit later than usual since I didn’t have work today. I went to the kitchen to get some breakfast and was going through the freezer when I noticed we didn’t have any ice cream left!” You began and Zayne gave you an unamused look.

At this point, Zayne was grabbing the alcohol wipes to begin cleaning off the blood so he could see the actual damage, “I don’t need a play by play of your day, darling, I need to know how you injured yourself.”

You chuckled at the pet name and Zayne smiled ever so slightly at the happy wiggle you did on the table, “Okay, but it’s all super important information.” You chided with a small waggle of your finger, “So I decided the best course of action would be to run down to the store and go buy some in case we wanted some ice cream tonight. So I got dressed and walked down to the corner store.”

“Did you actually manage to get any?” He asked and your smile fell.

“Well…of course I did. At first. I got the ice cream and it was all bagged up. I left the store after thanking this sweet new cashier, her name is Tamara by the way.” You said with a wave of your hand, “Then out of nowhere I heard this sweet little chirping and saw a baby bird was on the ground. Clearly he had fallen, but thankfully it had been in a bed of soft flowers.” You explained.

You watched as Zayne paused, thinking about what you said and shook his head, “Sit correctly please, I need to clean your wound.” He said, pushing your legs to a better position.

“Okay so clearly you know the corner store I’m talking about, ya? The one right by your apartment?” You asked.

“Our apartment? Yes, I recall. It’s the one that always has a sign outside with those drawings to draw people in on the newest products.” He said and you paused before giggling again at him calling it our apartment. You'd never get tired of that since you had only been living together for a short while.

“Then you know how there’s some construction going on right next to it. There’s that metal fence they put up to keep people out and there’s a tree right on the other side.” You said and Zayne nodded, “Well the nest was in that tree.”

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be in an easier to reach location?” He sarcastically murmured to himself. It was just loud enough for you to pick up, and you went to kick him before freezing at realizing it was your bad leg. The same leg that earlier you couldn’t feel, but when you made sharp movements apparently it was all you could feel.

“Well I couldn’t just leave the poor thing there to die, so I scooped it up and put it into my jacket pocket.” You said and Zayne made note that you didn’t seem to have a coat anymore. How curious.

You flinched away as Zayne began cleaning the wound, the alcohol burning but he held your leg in place as he continued dabbing at it. 

You cleared your throat, trying to not think about the sting, “So I managed to climb the fence without any issues thankfully. There were also no construction workers so I was all by my lonesome in my quest to put this birdie back in its nest.”

Zayne paused as he finished cleaning the wound, looking up at you from behind his glasses. You don’t know why you felt small under his gaze at the moment, especially since he was technically underneath you.

“Then I started to climb that tree to put the birdie back into its home. It wasn’t very high up in the tree thankfully, so it was easy enough to place him there.” You explained, happy about your accomplishment.

“I’m very proud that you managed to save a single chick by doing two very reckless things.” It was sarcastic as all hell, but you’d take the praise when you could get it.

“Thanks babe.” You said and he shook his head.

“This doesn’t explain how you ended up with a gash on your thigh.” He said and looked down at your legs, “Or why your legs have dirt on them…and probably future bruises forming.”

“Well, so the nest was home to an eagle! Can you believe it? It was very majestic looking as it began flying back to its babies.” You said, then you let out another hiss as he swiped a disinfectant of some kind over your wound. As if the alcohol wasn’t enough…

“Don’t mind me, continue your story.” He said and you got a sense he was almost amused now.

“Well apparently mama eagle wasn’t happy I was spending time with the babies because she swooped in to attack me. Obviously my natural reaction to an eagle coming for my throat was to flinch back. Sadly it caused me to fall from the tree and as I fell, I managed to catch my leg on a piece of the fence that was jutting out…thus ending in my giant gash and forming bruises.” You finally confessed.

You felt like an idiot, but honestly how were you supposed to know that would happen? You just wanted to save a baby chick that had fallen. Then BOOM! Eagle attack. To make matters worse you had fallen right on your ice cream and the concoction splattered all over your white jacket (alongside your blood since you used your jacket in an attempt to stop the bleeding) so you ended up just tossing them both away in shame.

You watched Zayne grab the needle that had the lidocaine in it and flicked it a few times to get the air pockets out, “And how, pray tell, did you get to the hospital? If the ambulance brought you in, you would’ve been treated in the ER right away. Since we’re having this conversation, it’s clear you didn’t make the right decision.”

“An ambulance would’ve been overkill.” You said and the look Zayne gave you said otherwise, “I just walked here. It’s only a few miles and the day was beautiful.”

Zayne could feel his eye begin to twitch at your lackadaisical response, “You walked miles with an injured leg that needed stitches. Did nobody try to stop you when they saw you trailing blood everywhere?” Oh he was a bit upset by this.

“Well people on the highway are normally like super busy and not looking at random people walking on the side of the road.” You said and Zayne seemed to be trying really hard to keep his cool at the moment. He wanted to properly scold you and tell you how stupid you had been; his worry wanting to turn to anger, but he held himself back. He didn’t want to lash out with emotions when he was trying to treat you as a patient. 

“Of course, you just casually walked on the side of a busy highway where a car might’ve hit you.” He couldn’t help but say in almost disbelief at the lack of self awareness. How he managed to fall for you was a mystery. He did absolutely adore you, but moments like this would only cause his hair to gray faster.

Zayne took the shot, carefully placing it on the edge of your gash and began injecting you with the medication. You let out a hiss of pain, the sensation being horribly uncomfortable. You held as still as you could though, wanting to tear up a bit from how bad it stung going in and watching as he moved it around wasn't helping.

“Are you making it hurt a lot because you’re mad at me?” Your voice came out in a dejected whine. Zayne had just pulled back the needle when he looked at you. He gave you a tired smile, his hand going to rub at the non-injured area of your leg.

“I apologize for the discomfort, but you should know that no matter how upset I am with you, I would never do something to cause you intentional pain like that.” He said, his hand feeling cool against your hot skin. It helped numb the pain, and as the medication slowly began working the entire area was numb to…everything.

You were surprised by how fast it worked, and even more surprised by how fast Zayne worked. He was already getting ready to stitch your leg up and you looked over at him with a cheeky grin.

“If you’re gonna sew up my leg, can you make a heart shaped design for me?” You teasingly asked.

“I’m a doctor, not a seamstress.” He said as you watched him grab the threaded needle and pressed it against your skin. As soon as it was about to go into your leg, you looked away. There was no way you’d be fine with watching him put a needle through your body.

It doesn’t take long for him to finish with the stitches, leaning back in his chair to check it over. You look down as well, a bit off put by stitches but at least it was going to heal properly.

Zayne began cleaning the wound and then grabbed the gauze, tapping your thigh to lift up as he wrapped it carefully. Once it was all wrapped up (sadly without a neat little bow like you requested) Zayne ran a finger gently over it.

“Does that feel better, darling?” he asked and you smiled, loving the nickname and nodding.

“Yes sir, feels a million times better…but I also can’t feel it at all so that might be why.”

“It’ll most likely feel sore and ache for the next few days. I’ll make sure to pick you up some painkillers from the pharmacy before we head home.” He said, going to take off his gloves and move the tray away from you.

“Thank you, doctor.” You finally said. Despite all your teasing, you really were happy he was the one treating you. You always felt the most comfortable when he was in charge of your care, after all.

Zayne looked over at you, adjusting his glasses on his nose and tilting his head, “Don’t think you’re off the hook. I haven’t forgotten what you did.” He said and you huffed.

“Now why did you have to say that?” You murmured, watching as he went over to his desk. He began typing things up on his computer, looking through some files it seemed. Once he saw what he needed, he clicked his tongue.

“We can discuss your actions when we get home.” he said, looking you over, “For now I’ll need you to wait here. I need to grab some things. It seems you’re due for a tetanus shot, and with your most recent endeavor of getting cut on a metal fence, I think now is the best time for it.”

“Wait…a shot?” You groaned, “Oh you’re mad, mad.” The accusation fell on deaf ears as he was already heading out the door. 

With another huff, you crossed your arms and looked at the clock. After only five minutes you decided you had enough and got on wobbly feet. You could barely feel your thigh still so it made it awkward, feeling almost like you were walking with a partially dead leg.

Still, you limped with purpose and eventually got to Zayne’s large desk. You didn’t care much for all the paperwork; most of it was medical jargon that went well over your head. No, you were curious about if he kept some of your gifts.

You opened up one of the drawers, smiling as you saw a sticky pad with little pears on it being the first thing in sight. You also saw a handful of pens that doubled as flowers. You felt all warm and fuzzy seeing how the items were clearly well used. 

Then you heard the door open.

You froze in place, staring at Zayne who was carrying a few items. You two made eye contact for a moment and he only sighed, shaking his head. It wasn’t like you could run away from him. You watched him close the door behind him and it clicked as it locked.

He walked over to you, placing the shot down on his surprisingly clean desk. He towered over you in that moment, making you feel small yet again. He went over, lifting you gently as he paid attention to your newly wrapped leg.

Your ass met the cool wood of his desk as he sat you on top of it, “Can’t you behave for five minutes?” He asked and you looked away to avoid eye contact.

“I wanted to see where you kept the candy…” You murmured, as it was half true. You didn’t want to admit you were checking to make sure he didn’t toss out your little gifts.

“Next drawer over.” He said and you looked over to see his hand grazing the edge of the desk, opening the drawer and grabbing the candy, “However only good patients get it. If you behave for your shot, I’ll give you a piece.”

You knew him damn well, he’d give you a mint no matter what happened. He was always a sucker for spoiling you, even when you were acting up and being a total brat.

“Alright, Dr. Zayne. I’ll be good.” You huffed, looking at the delicately wrapped mint in his hand. He placed it next to you, then went to grab his supplies. You watched patiently as he cleaned an area on your good thigh then grabbed the needle.

Once again, you can’t look at the needle as it goes into you. However, this time the feeling was so much worse. You cursed under your breath, your hands going to Zayne’s shoulders to grip onto for some stability. Thankfully Zayne didn’t falter as he finished up, taking the needle out and placing it next to you.

His gloves hand goes to rub soothing circles over the area in apology, before he grabs a plaster and places it on top where a small bead of blood was already trying to come out of.

“Are you alright?” He asked finally and you grumbled under your breath.

“Ya…” Your hands tightened on his shoulders, not wanting him to leave, but also being a bit upset at all the pain you had endured because of your antics. It wasn’t fair, why couldn’t you do stupid things without consequences?

One of Zayne’s hands cupped your chin, forcing your face up to look up at him, “You need to be more careful in the future, understood? You got off lucky with only a few stitches this time.”

A small whine comes from the back of your throat, your cheeks reddening at his proximity. Your eyes couldn’t help but glance down at his lips for a second before going back to his eyes.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Zayne as he leaned down, giving you a short and sweet kiss before parting. His lips found your cheek next, then your other, then finally your forehead. He leaned his forehead against your own as he looked at you.

“Let me finish up some of my paperwork then I’ll take you home. I don’t need you walking on this leg right now.” He said and you pouted. Who knew how long it would take for him to do all that paperwork, “I promise it won’t take long.”

“Fine…but do I get a reward when we get home for being so good?” It didn’t go unnoticed by you that Zayne was practically between your legs as he leaned over you. Your pants were still on the table across the room, and you desperately wanted him to just kiss you properly this time. You wanted to be gasping for air by the time he parted from you.

Zayne paused, noticing the current predicament before smirking. His hand left your chin, instead going to box you between his desk and body. He leaned closer, pressing his lips near your ear.

“You want to know what I’m going to do to you later?”

You shivered at his suddenly husky voice, your hands grasping onto the lapels of his lab coat. You bit your lip, feeling suddenly hot in your own skin.

“I’m going to have you lay in bed and make you drink plenty of water and rest while your leg heals.” He whispered in your ear.

You let out an annoyed groan as his body left your own, standing at full height as he went to begin cleaning. “That wasn’t sexy at all.” You complained.

“Falling from a tree and gashing your leg open is also rather…unsexy.” He said and you groaned, a small smile spreading on your lips. Touché Zayne, touché.

“Okay can we at least stop by and get ice cream on the way back, then cuddle on the couch while we watch a movie tonight? I think I deserve extra cuddles for the pain I’ve had to endure.” You said with a small pout.

“I find those terms to be rather agreeable. It’s a date.” He settled on. You giggled as he picked you up from his desk and took you back to the examination table. He placed you on a clean spot and handed you your pants.

Sometimes dating a doctor has its perks.

Sadly dating a spiteful doctor had plenty of downsides as you later learned that night. You, curled up against his chest, as he puts on a movie for you two to watch. A documentary…on eagles.

[sometimeslwish]

Sex with the boys headcannons

I'm writing a kitty Xav one shot and it inspired me into writing this headcannon. It's gonna be bellow the cut cause it does get explicit. Now, I see them being quite versatile, so if this doesn't float your boat, don't read.

Xavier

— Lots of praise, that man does not shut up with his praise. Can sometimes ask for praise too, he'll go from "You're such a good girl for me" to "Does it feel good, angel? You like how I fuck you?"

— Doesn’t make much noise beside gasping, but his dirty talk? The best out there.

— Possessive, this one is one we can all agree on.

— Would fuck you in public, the only thing stopping him from doing that is you. Unless you give an inkling of being into that, then nothing is stopping him from doing it.

— Overstimulation and multiple orgasms. Doesn't matter who cums how many times, it's happening, although he does prefer it when it's you who is overstimulated.

— Pussy jobs, he likes those, and also likes fucking your thighs. Yes, there's lots of cum to clean up afterwards.

— Will mark you up, you're gonna look like you got mauled by the time he's done with you.

— There's no favorite position, he's gonna do most of– if not all of them.

— Mostly a pillow prince when you peg him, and you know what's even worse? The fact that he cries while you do it. No, I will not allow any questions on this.

— Likes his bj's wet and messy. Honestly, he just likes making a mess out of you.

Zayne

— Prefers the bed but is not averse to fucking you in: the couch, his office, his car, the kitchen and the kitchen floor or the dinner table.

— One time he came in his pants while kissing you and still does it when you decide to be mean and tease him relentlessly.

— Gets pussy drunk and teary eyed when you ride him, yessiiir.

— Can get vocal, but not necessarily loud. He looks like he'll try to be quiet but a few grunts and gasps will still escape through. Also, his facial expressions? *chef's kiss* he will look at you like you hung the moon, the starts and created everything that exists.

— Bondage, goes both ways but he especially enjoys when you're the one that's tied up.

— Enjoys when you leave hickeys on his collarbones. Neck is not allowed because ✨️ privacy ✨️ but oh, does he love knowing that they're there.

— Plays with your boobs like there's no tomorrow.

— Lots of fingering just because. He'll give you two orgasms with just his fingers before fucking you.

— Secretly likes it when you manhandle him a little.

— Has a Sir or daddy kink for sure, one of both.

Rafayel

— Bite marks your nape every chance he gets.

— Loves fucking your tits.

— He is vocal, you cannot fuck him in public cause he'll get you guys caught. I'm talking: whines, moans, gasps, grunts. Dirty talk? More like babbles, just a string of words that never fully connect.

— Beach sex, uh-huh, specially at night. Matter of fact, loves fucking you while being in the water, doesn't matter if it's a river, lake, beach, pool or bathtub.

— Has asked for you to be his nude model so many times and 8/10 he says "fuck it" and fucks you right then and there.

— Edging and overstimulation, especially when you do it to him, he's addicted.

— You pegged him once and now it happens every once in a while. Also, he totally has a sensitive prostate, he'll cum from just the stimulation alone.

— Remember how quick he was to call mc "master"? And how into being collared he was? Yeaaah, those are going in the kink list.

— ROLEPLAY, ROLEPLAY IS ALSO GOING IN THERE.

— Likes it when you put your hand around his neck and simply hold it there.

Sylus

— Loves taking his time with you and making you beg for him.

— Lots of whispering in your ear, lots of praise and teasing.

— Pain and biting kink and you cannot convince me otherwise. Loves it when you bite him and leave scratches on his back.

— Not really a fan of doing it in public, likes being the only one that sees you in that vulnerable state.

— Collars and chains. Sometimes he gets rough when you collar him up and put him on a leash because he knows that's what you want and other times he just worships you even more.

— Spanks you from time to time.

— Miiiirrrooooooors. If he's going to fuck you from behind, there has to be a mirror in front of you. Hell, sometimes he'll put you on his lap and put a mirror in front of you so you see yourself while he fingers you senseless.

— Remember that about taking his time? Yeah, he'll edge you while doing that. And when you do get to cum, he'll overstimulate you for a little bit.

— Loves it when you pull his hair, idk why, don't ask me no questions.

— Chokes you only when you ask him to. The first time he double and tripple checked your were okay with it, and even them, it still took him a while to be as rough as you wanted him to be.

[shysuccubusstuff]

zayne's 'special' tutorial:

Content: Brat taming, consesual, overstimulation, public spaces & eating out.

Note: This is just after the new card that has been released "Exclusive Tutorial" cause I got it and I got a lil feral for it. It's not proofreader.

Just after you playfully untied his tie, Zayne's eyes glistened, focusing on your pretty lips. He had been trying so hard to focus on helping you learn since you asked so prettily but you were starting to rile him up far too much, god, his old classmates were just a few meters away, didn't you have some shame?

But he played cool, allowing you to pass your hands through his body, even through his crotch, naughty hands caressing his whole body while he tried to contain himself, but when you kept on touching him for a little too long his last nerve broke. Taking your hands and getting way too close to your face "Naughty student... are you trying to get me mad so I can put you in your place?" Your face started to heat up, his hands felt cold against your skin and his breath was hitting your ear as he whispered to your ear. His breath having a slight smell of the whisky that he had shared with his friends during the meeting. You looked at him sheepishly, giving him puppy eyes as an attempt to get him to let you go despite you had been trying the whole meeting to make him feel hot and bothered.

Despite your silent pleas, Zayn didn't let you go, his hands switched to your waist, putting a little pressure on them as you tried to squirm your way out. His cold hands slowly made their way through your soft blouse, sending shivers all through your body. "Cat got your tongue? It seems to me that you're no longer acting like a brat, but since you've been acting like one the whole meeting let me teach you how a brat should be tamed." Without saying anything else he used his Evol, locking the door of the room and taking you to the table that was close to the pool one. Allowing you to sit on it, he slowly took off your blouse, the cold air hitting your chest and causing you to let a soft unsatisfied noise, he let a small smile out, putting his hands on top of your breasts and caressing them softly, pinching and flicking them with no force, just causing you to flinch due to the cold and the pleasure that was starting to build up. At the same time, his leg was resting in between your legs, moving his leg against your crotch with caution, avoiding you to feel any pain from it, but also causing you to flinch even more. He suddenly stopped, moving away from you and looking at your whole body as if he was seeing a full-course meal. "You're much prettier when you start to behave, dear." Just as you were about to complain he got closer to you, taking one of your nipples with his mouth and slowly moving his hand towards the one that was free, playing with both as he slowly moved his leg, soft moans leaving your mouth as he kept doing this for a few minutes, not allowing yourself to move even an inch. Just as you were about to hit him, as he kept sucking on your nipple without doing anything else, he once again moved, slowly getting rid of your skirt and tossing it on top of the pool table.

He started to make a path of kisses, starting in your chest and ending a little too close to your lower half. He kissed several times there, your underwear starting to feel a bit too wet for your taste. He chuckled, causing you to feel even more embarrased cause why would he laugh in a moment like this? He stopped your thoughts as he gently lowered your underwear, leaving it on the table. He left one of his hands on your thigh, while he took his glove with his mouth, once again tossing it to God knows where. "Fun is about to begin, are you ready?" You were about to complain when he suddenly lowered, his mouth way too close to your lower lips, his breath hitting your entrance and causing you to feel even more ashamed. He started by kissing it, peppering soft kisses through your intimate part but focusing particularly into that sensitive bulb of yours, even sucking on it and licking it despite your attempts to get him away from it. Your hands were on his hair, pulling from it and trying to move him even a little away from it, the feeling being too overwhelming for you to handle it. "Please Zayne, I won't do it! I'll stop acting like a brat! please, please..." Your pleas fell into deaf ears, as he kept going, eating you out as if he had been starving for years, his hands keeping your legs open and sometimes caressing your clit, causing you to let out cries of pleasure despite the great fear of someone hearing what was going on inside the room.

Just as your stomach was starting to build up pressure, feeling how you were about to cum into his pretty face he moved away, his tongue leaving your pretty cunt all shiny and reddened from all the stimulation it had been enduring. You almost cried, your lower half pulsating around nothing and your head a little too empty for you to make a coherent sentence, "Why... why did you stop? Zayne..." You took his shirt, pulling softly from it while he chuckled, getting up from the floor and acommodating his clothes while fetching yours.

"Oh, we were making too much noise, so I thought that we could keep this great 'tutorial' somewhere more... private, shall we?" While saying that he meticulously cleaned you up with some wet towels he had found in the nearby bathroom, he threw them out and took you, carefully helping you get dressed, your lower half still itching for release. As he let you go, your legs quivered a little, head still a bit foggy from that, he smiled, kissing your forehead and getting rid of the ice that was still blocking the door.

"I hope you have learnt something from today, darling."

[brailsthesmolgurl]

APPRENTICESHIP

Preview: Set back in the olden days of China, your attendance was much summoned by Master Li Shen, a renowned Medical Physician that is in need of an apprentice. Known for his stoic personality, your temperance was definitely tested. But, could there be an actual explanation behind his stoicity?

Warnings: This is gonna be quite of a long read for you Zayne girlies out there so pls strap in. Fluff, makes your heart giddy in a funny way. A possible new series.

P.S: I am not a doctor, hence most of the 'medication methods' mentioned in here are for the sake of the plot and is not and shall not be implied to real life practice! Futhermore, I am not a historian so I am not the best at depicting traditional China perfectly, all of the basis of my descriptions are taken off of the Chinese dramas I used to binge on. This story was also highly inspired by this amazing artwork and the most recent memory of his! He is always known as Doctor Zayne in modern days, so why not give it an inspirational twist and make him a highly honoured doctor in the older days of Chinese history! Divider is sourced from here!

READ PART 2 HERE!

"We had arrived, Miss y/n." Waking up to the jolting of the chariot and the shoutings of the driver. Her head was ringing, possibly a light comatose from the constant bumpiness of the muddy roads for the past fortnight. Rests were only necessary for food and bathroom breaks but other than that, most of the time was spent encaged within the four walls of her chariot. Occasionally, the books may be entertaining; a romance novel, a literary piece and a biography of the great physician named Li Shen. The man named in the biography shall be her soon-to-be-teacher.

Master Li Shen is in need of an acolyte and y/n was called upon to meet him due to her father's connections. The old man boasted her to be a capable physicist, mildly implying his greed to receive a reputable name for his own bloodline. Although y/n father's opinion was distasteful, but she had decided to go through with it. Anything would grant her a better life than to be at home, waiting to be married off to some man who might be thrice her age and a pervert. Marriage is not the one thought she would want at this moment, let alone a marriage that she holds no control over.

Stepping out of her chaise, covered feet coming in contact with rocky pathways and eyes welcomed the sight of the abundance of verdurous greenery. Everywhere she looked, it was aligned with bamboos and wild grasses and ferns, standing on-guard and surrounding a standalone courtyard house. The courtyard house was mostly white and brown, the body of the walls being white whilst stilts were clearly constructed from lumbars. It sat within the same aesthetic framework as its surroundings.

The driver got off of his seat at the front of the chariot and he retrieved y/n's bags from under the chariot. “The master shall await for you in the house. I will get your bags into your chambers later. It is best to bid your greetings to the master as of now.” She heeded his instructions, walking over towards the grand doors of the standing structure. Pushing upon the heavy doors, it revealed a wall with a carved symbol—a standardised design of houses back in the days. The symbol is intricately carved by hand, taking shape of a leaf cradled by a pair of hands. It is a symbol that could only be bear by the best of physicians, an indicator of intermediate medicinal herb practitioners.

To the left, the hallways extended into a total of three rooms. All of the windows aligned with paper maché as windows and doors made out of varnished bamboo wood. On the right, only a set of sliding doors were found, no paper maché to be found on the windowsills and you assumed that is where the treatment room is allocated at. The courtyard in the middle held a small pool of lotus flowers, blooming elegantly on non-rippling waters. A stone table placed next to the pond, with incense burning on a wooden bark. It explains the lingering of a smoky-jasmine scent in the air.

“Y/n right?” A young man revealed himself from behind one of the sliding doors, adorning a cotton Hanfu. His features are sharp, pinched cheeks a good mixture with his chiselled jawlines. But his body was taut, the clothes he wore hung onto his mannequin-like body structure. “I hope the ride here has not taken too much of a toll of you as I could not afford to care for you the next day.” He was just as what was described in his biography. A man that owns an ego higher than his height, with a handsome face but too cold to touch. “Your chambers are located at the end of this hallway. Be awake at dawn tomorrow.”

Y/n laid in her bed at night, listening to the choirs of nocturnal bugs outside of her window sills, the haunting howls of wolves, the ricocheting chirps of the grasshoppers, the piercing screams of the cicadas. The room she was assigned to was fairly large, with more than enough space to fit a double bed and a dining table in it. The room is not anywhere special, it looked oddly familiar to her own room at home but minus the amount of gilt paintings and ornaments. It also reeked of herbs and incense that leaves a smoky aftertaste through one's nostrils. After a short staring contest with the ceiling, her dreamland beckoned and she willingly submitted to it.

The next day, y/n got jolted awake to screams followed by gibberish that was indistinguishable. Sitting up in a hastened manner, eyes widened and hair messily sat on top of her head. Oh no, the sun is up. She pushed herself off of her bed and scrambled to make herself presentable then proceed to storm off to the treatment room where she was expected to be. Sliding open the bamboo door, and she was welcomed with the sight of a young man wincing in pain, with the master holding a thread in his hands.

"Your habit of waking up to the sun heating up your bottom is unfavourable." Master Li Shen spoke, not sparing her any eye contact as he continued his suturing on the guy's back, and her peripheral vision eyed the man biting down onto a wooden bark to muffle his screams. "Don't just stand there, make yourself useful. Get me the herb in the mortar." And she did as she was told.

A huge gash streaked on the back of the young commoner, now sutured up neatly in measured knots. It seemed like it could have been caused by a blunt force of trauma. "Here." Y/n handed the filled mortar to Master Li and he applied it onto the wounds, the patient of his hissing in response. "How did he obtained this wound?"

"Whiplash, he said it was an accident, but judging by the wet patch at the front of his pants, I assume it's intentional for the whipping, just not expected for this aftermath." Hearing that, her face heated up at the context that she was provided with. Men of lower classes clearly have lesser safety measures when it comes to fulfillment of their kinks. "Serve him a cup of tea that would suit his current conditions. He has sutures and a mild fever from the infection." Then the physician got up, his outfit emitted his elegance, long and flowy, just like his hair; a symbol of virility in this age.

Once Master Li had left the room, y/n scooted over to the tea table, looking at the array of loose tea leaves at her disposal. She took up the small tea pot, and filled it up with the chosen tea leaves before brewing it for the patient. Amidst waiting, she decided to observe the lotus flowers in the courtyard. She slid open the door and there is Master Li, sat at the stone table, with a calligraphy brush in his hand and a scroll laid out in front of him. "Master Li." Y/n mustered up the courage to approach him. "I apologise for my tardiness this morning. I did not mean to be late."

He looked up, hazy green eyes glanced at her. His hand still hovering over the scroll. "Being tardy is not professional, it is not tolerable for me. Do not repeat that mistake, do you understand y/n?" She nodded quickly and sat yourself opposite him, watching him quietly as he started producing strokes of words on the scroll. His handwriting is surprisingly neat, and fulfills the box-like characters for Chinese writing. So he is not only a good physician, but also has good handwriting. When he is done, he set the brush aside and looked up at her again, expressionless. "I will be setting into town tonight to gather some herbs. Would you like to come with?"

"Yes, I would love to. I have not been here before." She smiled at him and the man in front of her sighed contently. Getting up to retrieve his scroll and he walked towards the room the patient is in. "The tea should be brewed by now, you should serve it while its hot. After you're done with this patient, you may rest and I shall see you later during dusk."

Two hours was spent on treating the oncoming patients and Master Li Shen had asked her to tend to them as he had some other matters to care about. The patients ranged from having a mild cold to obtaining wounds from their harsh work. The only weird case of the day was surprisingly the one that she woke up to early in the morning. Throughout the treatment process she got to hear what the patients have to say, particularly this old lady with the surname Hwang. "He is a lovely young man you know? He never charges us a single penny and always prepares chrysanthemum tea for me to bring home. Even on the days I am not sick, I could come over just to have a cup of tea with him and talk."

"I see." Y/n replied with her back turned towards the lady as she was preparing the medicated powders for the lady to bring home to her granddaughter. "Does Master Li Shen talk a lot?"

"He does, but not as much as he does for listening." The old lady chuckled, her sign of age disappearing for a moment whenever she smiles. "I was telling him the other day that my granddaughter is almost at the age of maturity. I figured I could introduce them together. It would be nice to get her to marry a physician, especially one who is so good looking and kind like him."

The load of information caught y/n off guard slightly, not being able to properly process it as she did not know him well enough to be a judge of character just yet. She instead, focused on the task at hand, wrapping up the earthly toned powder in a thin piece of brown paper and wrapped it with some thin bamboo strips and turning to face the woman, placing the packed medicine onto the table and sliding it over to her. "I guess marrying your granddaughter to a physician may not be a bad idea afterall." Slender fingers tapped onto the medicine pack. "Mix this with hot water and drink it twice a day. If she does not show any signs of improvement, you may bring her back next week."

After the dismissal of the old lady, y/n walked her out towards the main entrance. Upon arriving at the main entrance, the heavy wooden doors were pushed open and her hands unconsciously held the lady's shoulders, backing her up so she would not get hit by the doors given her poor vision. "Master Li Shen." Y/n greeted the towering man that slotted into the entrance and his eyes glanced over towards y/n, and towards the old lady.

"Y/n, Madam Hwang." A curt nod was accompanied with his greeting and he turned towards the young acolyte of his again. "You may get ready, I can lead Madam Hwang back from here." He extended an arm forward for the old lady to grasp onto.

Y/n was slightly reluctant of course. He had only came back and now he has to leave the premise again just to walk the old lady home. She did wished for him to take a rest before the outing with him later in the late evening. "But Master Li Shen, you had only came back from your trip to--"

"I will be fine y/n." The end of his lips pulled up slightly, revealing a small smile of solace. For a man whom had always been content with their own loneliness, having someone who cares for such a minute detail made him felt acquainted. "I shall send Madam Hwang home and await for you in the courtyard for our outing in a bit. Come Madam Hwang, let's get you home." His tone, amiable towards the senior as he slowly walked her out of the premises. It was at this moment that got the young maiden wondering if Master Li Shen had always been such a warm fellow and he is the total opposite of what the rumours had suggested of his attitude.

The town was much bigger than what she had expected, streets lined with stalls selling various goods, foods and beverages. Lanterns lit up the street in a warm glow, a stark contrast towards the silverish-blue rays of the bright moon for the night. People of all ages flood the street like ants within a colony, busy yet lively. Y/n walked next to Master Li Shen, cautious in herr steps as she does not wish to bump into anyone and cause any trouble.

A kid was shouting something incoherent, the thick accent of his made the dialect sounded like a foreign language. "Watch out." A palm landed onto her shoulders and she was forcefully tugged aside, her other shoulder bumping into something solid and she winced at the interaction. Looking over, y/n noticed Master Li Shen was the one who has his arm around her, a glare sent towards that mischievous kid who charged right towards you earlier. But when he looks down towards the young maiden again, his glare dissipated. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, Master Li Shen, thank you for watching out for me." You bowed slightly, a common courtesy in the olden days to show one's respect to another. His arm around her shoulder dropped and she could feel the heat prickling on her cheeks. Never once, she was touched by a man other than her father. Although the touch does not mean much, it still lingered on her skin.

"You should walk in front of me," she raised an eyebrow at his suggestion. "So you may be safer in this crowd." Nodding her head, she position yourself in front of him and slowly lead him through the crowd, cheeks still burning whenever his chest would accidentally bump into hers due to the crowd flow. The man behind her however, had no issue following behind her, his vision clear given his height difference from the norm. Or so he thought. "You may turn right on the upcoming junction. That should lead us right to the--- y/n?" Looking down, y/n's figure is nowhere to be seen. "Y/n?"

The crowd was too hectic, she had underestimated the crowd flow as she weaved through individuals, totally forgetting the fact she was supposedly accompanied by a giant. Given her small stature, she managed to get past the crowds easily only to find herself lost in a small alley. The darkness loomed over the alley, swallowing everything within its path to blend it within the shadows. Y/n could make out movement from within the shrouded darkness, but it sent goosebumps down her spine. Something does not feel right.

Suddenly, a bony hand reached out from the dark and she cried out as it grabbed onto her arm. The force then started to reel her in, and she could feel her tears surfacing to her eyes, too stunned to fight back. "Let me go!" She shouted in a desperate attempt to flee, head turning towards the crowd to grab someone's attention with her voice. More hands had started to extend from the dark alley to secure her legs and the ends of her dress, ready to drag her into god-knows-what. "HELP---" Another hand slapped itself over her mouth and she was immediately voided of her attempts to free herself as she got dragged into the darkness.

How long has it been? Her eyelids lifted every once in a while, visions went from black to blurred in a few blinks. She was drifting in and out of a state of unconsciousness and her ears could only take in the sounds of someone breathing hard. Her body was jerked back and forth, feet are certainly not on solid ground. But it felt like she was floating?

When y/n managed to snap her eyes open, she shot up while inhaling a breath so sharp it jabbed her lungs. "Careful, you might hurt yourself." The voice got her snapping her head towards the side, seeing Master Li Shen seated next to her, blowing onto the tea cup in his hand. "Here, have some of it. It shall quench your thirst." He handed her the cup that he had blew onto. Sipping onto it, the warm temperature soothes her body immediately.

"What happened?" Y/n asked, placing the tea cup back onto the table and looked at him. The moonlight gleamed through the wax papers of the window sills, an unnatural soft glow coming into the room and lighting his face up just enough to for her to read his expressions, which holds a blank slate. "You just got a little bit of a concussion. Nothing much to worry about." His voice was hushed, cool-headed as always. "You shouldn't have ran off like that, the town is dangerous. Especially for newcomers like you. You're fresh meat alike to them." He then leaned forward with a piece of cloth in his hand. She was too fixated on trying to regain her memories of the happening that she had totally missed out on him wringing out the cloth.

The way she had withdrew herself out of shock halted his movements from reaching his hand out further. He figured it would be best to get her permission before he proceeds. "You have some cuts on your cheek, I am going to clean it for you." So much for asking for her permission, it's more like he is demanding for her face to be served to his treatments. It does make one wonder if he treats all of his patients like this? Demanding.

To Li Shen however, it was more of an act of service. He could care less if someone was found in the state she was in earlier. Finding y/n in the alleyway, strewn on the muddy floor like a puppet as men stood over her, ready to do whatever they had planned to do. Alleys were never known to hold people of high morality and it got Li Shen irked on what he thought they might do to someone so beautiful like y/n. Yes, Li Shen does think of her as a beauty. Hence, he went out of his way to save her. He did managed to save her in one piece, but part of his guilt still troubled him, wishing that he could have stop them from digging their dirty nails onto her skin and causing those scratches and cuts.

"I can do it myself Master Li--" She was paused when he put the wet cloth over her mouth to shush them. He was so close that she could smell the scents of the market she was in earlier. Smells of the sweet tanghulus and freshly made baos, enveloping his usual jasmine-incense musk.

"Please, call me Li Shen from now on. We are quite close in age, there is no need for so much formality." His wet cloth pressed against the cut on the right side of her cheek and she winced in return, cheeks turning the opposite direction due to the stinging pain. "Stay still, it will only hurt a little." His free hand came up, and two fingers were placed under her chin as he turned her head back to face him. His gaze was steady, not on her wound, but staring right into her soul. Those emerald orbs that held a lot of emotions in them, yet she could never seem to read through them.

The tension grew between the both of them, as the staring contest went on. For a moment, she was encaptivated by him, a man so ethereal and smart and mysterious that it makes one want to fall for him. Maybe he is not the same as what the rumours had always suggested. "Li Shen." Her mouth blurted out his name before her brain could even process the emotions and she immediately looked away to hide her embarassment.

When she broke off the eye contact, it got Li Shen to snap out of his own reverie as well. His heart was thumping against his chest when he looked at her a while ago. It was as if the night had gotten longer. She looked ethereal to him too, the shine of the moonlight highlighting her facial features; her big eyes that had always held sincerity in them, soft and plump lips that makes the best smiles and laughters, her long brunette hair that flowed down to her waist, a heart so big that if given the chance to fit everyone in it, she would. She had never changed from the last time he had last seen her.

Li Shen had never really been associated with any females for any romantic relationships. Even when he was introduced to different potential marriage partners, he had never felt the need to be in a relationship. But with y/n, he just knew that it had always been her. Even from young.

"Yes?" It had never felt so right for him to hear her say his name out loud again. But, did she remembered him? Before her last accident? Right before he had left to the city for his physician test? When he had gotten news of her drowning because she fell into a well by accident and only to be awoken to a fresh start for memory collections. Had he ever once popped up in her pretty little head?

He anticipated for her response, trying so hard to not break the ice and to ask her the question he have had the moment he saw her within the candidate pile to be his assistant. However, his anticipation diffused as soon as she answered. "I...I didn't know why I did that. I apologise." Her apology was frowned upon for the wrong reasons, but Li Shen of course, was discreet about it. "I only remembered I blacked out."

"You don't have to know what happened." Li Shen tilted her head back to its initial position and wasted no time in pressing the cloth against her cheek. She hissed this time, biting her lip to stop herself from turning her cheek again and to disrupt his aid. "But you are safe now and that should matter the most." The statement came off to be more bitter than what he had intended to. It was a long awaited sentence. But with the current context of her not even having a slither of memory of him, it hurts him to say it. "The water was mixed with some herbs, it shall promote healing within a couple of days. You had a few cuts on your legs and arms too but I had helped you to apply some medication onto it while you were unconscious just now. I will see you tomorrow morning."

The physician then got up, his height immediately taking up space within her room. She may not know him, but she could tell that he seemed bothered. His sudden change of tone and body language got her curious. Without much thought, she leaned up slightly and grabbed ahold of the ends of his outfit. He stopped in his tracks and turned to look down at her. "I will not run off again next time, Li Shen. I'm sorry for what happened today. And thank you, for saving me." Accompanied with her smile, it only got Li Shen's heart weighing more than ever. The physician only gave her a nod of acknowledgement and sees himself out of her chambers. If only he had never left her from the start, then perhaps, he could have actually saved her.

OKAY BBYGURLS, this is soooooo long overdued because of a writer's block. Lemme know in the comments if this is worth for a part 2 hmmmm :)))

READ PART 2 HERE!

[kyuwaimo]

｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ lost in between us when we touch . ꪆৎ ˚⋅

zayne x y/n, fem!reader

tags. mdni! smut, unprotected s/ex, reader is downbad (aren’t we all), doing it on the pool table (yw girlies), zayne’s in control (trust frfr), for the zayne lovers (yes u) enjoy hehe notes.2.3k words, first fic i've released so pls bare w my writing <3

synopsis. in where a private room of a game of pool evidently doesn’t become a game anymore. zayne has you laid before him just how you been aching for.

it was late in the evening and you were bit hesitant on wanting to play a game of pool with the man you’ve been so strung up on. he’s everything you could have ever asked for, a beautiful heart that only wanted to care for you. as to why you’re nervous well that stems from how he’s dressed today.

his toned body underneath that black collared shirt with only a tight tie wrapped around the collar. the way his black pants hug around his bottom and down to his legs. you were too busy checking him out. how does he look so good in everything it amazes you really.

“you’re gonna give it a go y/n?” his soft husk voice snapped you back into reality.

“a ye yes.” with a blush forming on your cheeks you nervously make your way to the table.

a small chuckle was heard behind you wondering what he was amused by you turn around to question.

“i unfortunately can’t find another cue stick, would you like to use mine?”

the most dirty thoughts begin to flood your mind and there you are again cheeks getting flushed red. looking down fiddling with your hands and then back up at him. god why do you have to be thinking about things like that on a day of an innocent game of pool.

“yeah.. i don’t mind” you really don’t. honestly when it was touched by him and used by his slender fingers it won’t ever be a problem.

“very well here you go” he hands it to you and with a breath you took, now begins your turn against him.

placing the cue stick between your fingers and aligning it towards the ball, but for some reason you’re too nervous to even take the shot. fearing you might’ve clouded the dirty thoughts in your mind a bit too much about zayne, it took a min for him to speak up.

“y/n would you like some help, i don’t mind this isn’t serious of a match so i can help guide you.”

guide me? you think. that’s-

“yes” not even thinking twice you answer him. damn it’s really dawning on you that you’re too much in love with him to even think half the time. although how can you really? he’s a tall dark haired beautiful man who took interest in you surprisingly enough.

“okay i’ll show you” he spoke again. handing him the cue stick and turning around back against him. your hands on the pool table nervously tapping down on it. awaiting for him to start his teaching.

as anticipated you felt zayne’s presence behind you. only for the air to feel menacingly as in something is up.

he chuckles a very deep but rich laugh and you couldn’t help but gulp down a swallow. the things he can do just by a simple laugh. hell that isn’t simple it’s etching in your ears sending shivers down your spine and eating you out alive. just what is this man up to.

scared but also curious you turn around to see him looking right at you, a smirk plastered on his handsome face.

you wonder what is he thinking what is going to happen in this very given moment.

reaching his hand upwards to your chin and pinching it softly. he raises up your head to look at him directly, and so both of your eyes are locked into each other. him staring down the depths of the soul that’s been tainted by him. in a good way of course.

“when i asked if you wanted to play some pool today i was a bit surprised you’d take the offer up.”

staring blankly at him he then continues

“only because you’ve never even played before, that i know very well of. i’ve known you for years darling what was that mind thinking when you agreed to come down here, huh were you wanting to see me that much?”

nothing will ever make you deny the fact that this man has such a tight grip on your sanity (if there even is any left) and how much he can get you to feel numb. nervously swallowing but finally getting to answer him back with a simple sentence.

“y-yes i have.” you wouldn’t be able to deny that. of course you’ve missed your man, the one who always checks up on you. the one with no interest towards others but all the attention for you. zayne is your comfort and he is all you want for anything and everything.

“haha i’ve noticed my pretty girl, you’ve been uttering yes only. why is that? is it because-“

with a pause he tilts his head to side of your neck. his warm breath on your exposed skin. placing his lips onto it and bringing himself up to the bottom of your chin.

“you’ve been wanting me have you, wanting me to touch you like this. to have me come this close to your sensitive skin and lavish it all up hm?”

not answering he looks into your eyes once again and slightly smiles. now with even that alone it had your stomach knotting up.

it amazes you how much zayne can get to you even when being gentle with his touch and manners.

as you were in a dazed state zayne then moves his mouth to your ears. his hot breathe once again sending shivers in you.

“say it one more time darling and i’m all yours.”

with not a second thought you answer him back.

“yes” not realizing you’d subconsciously answered him but not caring about what will happen because this is indeed what you’ve been wanting all week.

“good girl.” he mutters before sinking his lips onto yours with a slight aggression towards them. you’d start to think he’d probably wanted you just as much as the need for him about you.

tongue intertwining with your own the slick of the saliva mixed between them, it was so lewd it makes you blush harder.

lifting you up so your bottom is on the edge of the pool table and his hands are leaned down your sides. zayne’s broad chest hovering over the small frame you had.

zayne was a tall man so him leaning down on you just to reach your mouth was silly but in a way hot.

“y/n if you feel discomfort do tell and i’ll do my best to fix it.” you nod as it’s the only thing you can respond with.

he starts to un lose his tie and then alter to your dress, trying to untie the bow that was tied to cover up your breast window. to him that was an obstacle in a way of what he wanted to eat up so bad.

starting to feel your dress top fall down your shoulders and the exposed window he’s been getting at. he begins to fondle one of your breasts while the other is behind your neck.

your head sprung up to the ceiling as his warm hands caress what he’s holding in it. getting aroused with just that he suddenly moves his mouth towards the other.

kissing and sucking on them. it made you feel so good and so delirious. wanting nothing more than for him to be more aggressive.

as if he read your mind he started to pinch the other and slightly bite on the one his mouth is sucking on. oh did it make you feel so good so good you just want him to speed up already and have you here and now.

as he’s continuing on with what he is doing he starts taking of his shirt. wanting him to be in you already you take it upon yourself to un buckle his pants. him moving his mouth away to look at you with such hungry eyes.

“i know what you want darling, and you will have me.”

once you finished unbuckling his pants and they were moved down to his thighs. all was left was his boxers covering his length. he then leaned his body onto yours making you lay down on the surprisingly not so uncomfortable table.

he started to kiss away at your mouth deepening his body onto you more. and already feeling feel his harden length press down on your clothed area.

his mouth made way down your neck to your chest and that’s where he decided he’s had enough of your dress being in the way for too long. he pulls it down off you with a bit of rush, zayne seems to be wanting you so badly with each passing second.

now with just a bra and pantie he then un clips your top and slides your bottom undergarment off. laid there before him was your exposed skin underneath his big body.

“sculpted by the gods with skin so soft it melts with my touch. quite the opposite of what my evol can do darling.”

continuing on he speaks again “i too have wanted you y/n all week every damn day i can’t stop thinking about you. can’t stop fantasizing you underneath me just like you are now.”

starting to pull his pants off and expose his length, the size he was amazed you every time but it turned you on in every way imaginable. with such length and thickness you just wanted him to sink himself in you already.

“then p please..” was what you had mustered up to say.

“please what?” you know what he wants you to say and with no means to not obey you respond with his awaited answer.

“p-please i want you inside me.. zayne”

just as you finished your words he presses his length to your already wet core. he didn’t even need to prep you that and well you’re both very much eager to have each other.

zayne starts to push his shaft into your core slowly, it made you make noises that he loves to hear. looking up at your face the face that he loves to see as he can get you to make them and him indulge in the way he effects your body.

“so damn beautiful, you’re so beautiful.” his words alone make your heart flutter and it only makes you fall in love with him even more. you’re absolutely thankful he sees you as this precious gem that he cannot have crushed or touched by anyone but him only him.

he starts slowly with his pace as he’s sliding in and out of you making you make those beautiful noises he so loves to listen to. gripping at his back as his hands hold your waist to keep you in place. with the way he’s getting at you it makes you arch your back up from the table and your head against it.

every small sound that comes out of your mouth turns him on even more. practically begging for him to go even faster even deeper and so the man does. picking up the pace as your bodies lock together he starts to pound into your core. him starting to moan into your mouth and the grip youve had on his back deepening.

scratching his back, your legs wrapped around his waist barley enough to keep yourself in place.

but zayne had other plans he wants to be even deeper. with that decision in mind he begins to place his hands underneath your legs having them over his shoulder to get a better angle just how he wanted you.

“tell me if i hurt you darling” you doubt he will and if it did that’s not something you’d be bothered by. simply you just wanted him to fuck you endlessly however he likes.

with a dazed out mind you nod to him and so he enters you once again this time reaching so deeply it sent your eyes rolling back as he pounded into your core. making you moan his name just what he loves to hear.

“z zayne!”

“so d deep ha agh”

“fuck.. y/n.. hah.”

hearing him lose himself within you made the all more moment feel so good. his moans drowning in your mouth. his lips purse into you deeply eloping his tongue with yours.

ramming you so deeply and at a fast pace you’re still surprised he has this much stamina. but then again he does work out a lot not as much as you know but enough to work up enough to keep at it.

with your walls starting to tighten around him zayne already knows you’re getting there, so is he and he wants to release at the same time.

“ssso tight fuck”

“y/n let’s do it together hm, thatss ngh.. that’s something you can do yes?” not being able to answer but understanding what he means you agree by sinking your nails into his back.

with a final thrust you both come undone together. filling himself up in you and your juices flowing down his length. feeling the heat of the air around you and his hot breath on your neck, all you can do is try and catch your own.

he begins to pull out of your wet enough core and looks at your fucked out face.

“let’s fix you up a bit and then get home shall we, i’ll clean you up my pretty girl” he moves his hand under your head and gives you one last soft kiss and lifts you up.

with you in his arms carrying you out.

“let’s get you home” zayne gives you a small smirk he couldn’t help it. the way he had you underneath him and make all the noises he loved because in fact he too was in love with your every being.

@bitchynightmarepost early bday present for u~

[zayne-li]

Zayne: Exclusive Tutorial.

Cross posted on AO3

This is just 2k words of Zayne getting a handjob from MC. Some light dom/sub implications. Also this was written before the card actually came out. Explicit.

I start by lightly poking his face with the pool cue. His reaction is all I need to continue. 

"This is inappropriate." He says, but he's smiling, and there's a glint in his eyes. 

I smile back. "Yes... But I think you enjoy it, too." I poke his cheek again and then whack him in the chest with the cue. It's not the greatest implement, or the one I would normally use, but the way he takes in a sharp breath tells me everything I need to know: Zayne, apparently, likes being hit. I am more than willing to oblige. 

"I shouldn't have taught you so much." He says, and it makes me laugh. The double entendre is so easily there that I smack him again, this time on the other side of his chest, and he can't seem to hold back the soft grunt he makes in reaction to it. 

"What? That you like being at my mercy?" I respond, and push his chin upwards with the pool cue, forcing him to lay down further on the table. He looks down between us, and his ears are turning pink. "I already knew that."

"Are you going to let me up?" He asks, through his dilated pupils and the smug smirk on his face. 

"No. I think I've had enough lessons today."

"I knew it. You don't care at all about learning how to play the game."

"All I really care about is learning how to get you so willing like you are now. What is it? Is it me holding a stick like this?"

He smiles, and tries to shift upwards onto his elbows, but I push the cue into the underside of his chin to stop him until he gives up, remaining in his place on the pool table. His Adams apple bobs, and his eyes shift downwards, to where my hand holds the cue.

"It is, isn't it?" I say, and my smile is heard as well as seen. 

I hit him again in the chest, harder this time, just by a bit, and then hold the pool cue to his throat, threateningly. His breath catches, and his pupils go wide as he meets my eyes again.

I lean closer, and my smugness isn't hard to see. His hand comes to rest on my waist, though he doesn't even seem like he completely realizes that he's doing it. 

Zayne grabs the other end of the cue, pushing it aside as he sits up, his thighs flexing where I stand between them. There's heat in his eyes, and it's growing. "I don't believe this is the proper place for this type of lesson." He says, and his voice has grown deeper. It's my turn to blush as he holds my waist tighter, and pulls me closer to him, the heat of his body almost suffocating as our lower halves press together. His erection is clearly felt as I look down at the crotch of his pants, like he's trying to tell me without words, "See this? See what you do to me?"

When I meet his eyes again I find that it's my turn to become breathless, entranced by his beauty, by the way his lips are barely parted, by the rise and fall of his chest, grown heavier. 

"I've barely done anything to you and you're already so desperate for me, aren't you?" I murmur, the pool cue laying forgotten on the table when I reach up, placing my hands on his chest and then trailing one up to his tie, pulling it further. He follows me automatically, until our noses brush, and his eyes flutter shut, long lashes casting a shadow over his cheeks. 

"I'm always desperate for you." He rumbles, and tilts his head to kiss me, gentle at first, but when I open my mouth and nip at his bottom lip, he kisses me harder, a soft sound of pleasure trapped in his throat. I respond in kind, curling one hand around the back of his neck to keep him where he is so I can lick into his mouth. Between us, I bring the other down to the fly of his trousers, rubbing my palm across the bulge that's beginning to strain against the zipper. 

He groans into my mouth and when our feverish kiss breaks, he's dusted lightly pink, his lips wet and shining with my spit. It never ceases to amaze me how I can take apart Zayne so easily, how he melts against me. If he could, he would give me the entire world. He doesn't often say it, but the way his eyes shine when he looks at me is enough to know the depths of his devotion. Really, that's what makes my heart race more than anything, but the sight of him beneath me like this doesn't help.

I press down harder on his cock, hidden away still, and then let him go long enough to reach for his belt. Zayne makes a small sound, air whistling through his nose as he watches. "Please..." He says, and it's so soft, so full of want, that my core heats almost instantly, the force of my own sudden arousal shooting straight down my spine. 

"Please what?" I respond, tugging on the end of his leather belt, forcing his hips to follow, and he raises them slightly from where he's sitting. "You'll have to be more specific." My smile is impish, and Zayne huffs out a small chuckle, his eyes flickering up to my own for a short moment. 

"Please..." He holds my gaze, drawing me in. Like this, he's magnetic, and I don't think I'm capable of refusing him anything. "Touch me." 

I feel myself clench, pulsing around nothing, and his smug expression grows, brows quirking as he catches some shift in my face that I'm not aware of. 

Once his belt is open, I tug down his zipper, and can feel his cock jump through his black briefs, coming into contact with my knuckles. My other hand splays across his broad chest, the satin of his vest warm underneath my fingers. 

"Aren't you worried someone will walk in?" My voice is soft.

"This is a private room." He answers, and tilts his head slightly, reaching up to tuck some of my hair back, his eyes following the movement of his touch, lingering on my jaw. I'm not sure if he can feel the tremors that go through me from that alone. 

"Oh, so you planned this, then? And you said that I was acting inappropriate." I scoff, and he groans when I reach inside his underwear, running my fingers over the smooth skin just at the base of his cock. I can feel it twitch again, though I haven't properly touched it once. "You even shaved." 

I pull him out and feel his thighs tense around me again, his breath catching as I wrap my hand around him, stroking once and squeezing my fingers around his tip. 

"I didn't, hah, plan this... But I had a feeling... Mmm..." Zayne almost sags, his mouth dropping open as he looks down at himself, watching me stroke him languidly. 

"It's a good thing you did get a private room, then... You're not very quiet, you know?" I smile, and increase the pace of my hand. His face is almost as red as the blushing tip of his cock, and he shifts on the pool table, holding himself up with one arm. 

"Neither are you." He retorts, amused, and the way his head tilts back invites me to lean in and kiss his neck. His dick jumps twice when I graze my teeth along his pretty throat, threatening to bite down. "No marks, please... I have, mmm... work tomorrow."

"You always have work tomorrow." I complain, and bite softly anyway. If I wasn't this close to him, I don't think I'd have been able to hear the tiny whine that leaves him. 

"Be that--" He's cut off when my teeth turn their attention to one of his pink ears, choking, and I get my first good moan from him for my efforts. 

"Yeah, yeah, you have a reputation to uphold. I know." I finish for him and he moans again when I dig my thumb into the slit of his cock, letting go to bring it up to his mouth. Zayne's tongue darts out to lick away the precum gathered there, and I have to squeeze my legs together as I feel a sudden wetness between them, shocked at myself for how hot I find it to watch him taste himself so readily. 

"Please, I want to be inside you, I won't..." Zayne grunts as I start to stroke him again, my movements growing faster, more insistent. "I won't, hah... Last much longer if you keep doing that."

I stop only long enough to reach back into his underwear, to fondle his balls, feeling how they tighten, drawing closer to his body. He's not lying, and I consider him for a moment, then pull once more on his tie. This time he really does whine, and his gaze pleads for mercy. 

"And what if I want you to come from just my hand this time? You're really cute when you let me play with you like this."

"Fuck..." The curse is soft from his lips, and Zayne's hips shift, pushing up into my hand as I start to jerk him off again, rising to meet my downward strokes. "I'm close..." He warns, a long groan vibrating through his chest as he starts to chase his release in earnest. I lean in, and lick a long stripe up his throat. 

Zayne's breath shudders as he exhales, and his body tenses, pushing up into my hand and I feel him pulse, his cock jumping once, twice, three times, and the sound he makes goes straight between my legs, his hand tight on my waist as he comes. His orgasm is long, his spend drips all over my fingers while I work him through it, squeezing and twisting the head of his cock while his body goes tense and jerks beneath me, his legs almost wrapping around me, holding me to him. 

Zayne is not quiet, and I play with his cock until he lets out a whimper from overstimulation, grabbing my wrist to force me to stop my assault on his poor erection. His chest heaves, and he grimaces at the mess between us, his pristine silk waistcoat obviously stained by his own come, stark against the black fabric. 

There's nowhere to wipe my hand, so I bring it up to my mouth and lick away the remnants of his release. Zayne's eyes go wide, pupils blown out as he watches me, making an almost surprised little grunt. 

I grin at him and lean in for a soft kiss. "Did you know that you whimper when you come?" I ask against his lips, pulling him closer by his hips. His softening cock droops between us, and I admire for a moment the lewd image of him exposed, messy, his tie undone and his face red. 

"I do not." Zayne scoffs, and I allow him to finally stand, backing off enough to let him tuck himself into his pants, though I mourn the sight. 

"You do. You just did." I fold my arms, and he gives me a withering look. 

"Well, when you come, you sound like a dying bear. Did you know that?" Zayne retorts, and I gasp in shocked horror, shoving him in the shoulder. He doesn't look apologetic, his lips curling into a smile, and he chuckles. 

"You take that back right now!" 

"No. Now do you have any interest in learning how to play pool, or would you like me to return the favor?"

"Hmm... I think I'd rather see you on your knees for me."

"Oh, would you?" His brows quirk, and he looks me up and down like he's trying to hold himself back. "I suppose I'd be willing to indulge you. We still have a half hour left before our reservation is up."

[letsgauxplay]

i’m so happy for the zayne girlies right now. let me join your fanclub for the whole month of september 🥹.

his cards have been seemingly linear right now and show a beautiful progression of their relationship. i can’t believe before we’re just accidentally meeting in the library to getting naughty on the pool table to getting three different smooches so far. ahhhh wait…four? i forgot the kiss in the car 🫠🥰.

but also…fck astra. don’t destroy our hopes and dreams this lifetime

[zarry-ot5]

Love You Goodbye

This will be discussing March 2015 and include whatever I can find on all of the boys in that timeframe. I believe Truth lives in the middle. I don't want to spread opinions, so these will contain facts only. If there are pictures I will indicate, but due to limitations of Tumblr can't post them all. There is a 6-7 hour time difference between Asia and London.

Another thing of interest, at this time, Dan Wooton is over The Sun and The Daily Mail. Simon Jones is the Publicist in charge of the image of all the boys in One Direction. Simon Jones is still the active publicist for Perrie Edwards, Louis Tomlinson, and Niall Horan.

March 10, 2015:

Lou Teasdale, Lux, Gemma Styles and Lottie Tomlinson arrive at Changi Airport in Singapore. Pictures with fans.

Niall tweet

H pictured leaving LAX on private jet

March 11, 2015:

H pictured arriving at Changi airport wearing Red Velvet Star Jacket.

Louis is pictured with fans in Changi airport.

Z pictured on private jet with cousin Jawaad. Upon landing in Singapore takes pictures with fans.

One Direction performs at the National Stadium in Singapore.

Gemma is seen at Singapore show with Lou Teasdale and Baby Lux.

March 12, 2015:

H arrives in Bangkok. Pictures exist of Harry at Nightclub with Gemma.

(Pictured Jawaad Malik, Zayn Malik, Martina Olsson, and her friend). Notice his and Jawaad shirts are the same night he's pictured with Laura.

Of note, Seduction Nightclub is an adult themed night club, with scantily clad women dancing on tables. It is not a strip club, just adult themed. This Nigh Club permanently closed in 2019.

According to The Daily Mail, Maria Olsson says Zayn and Louis went to Seduction Night Club where she met and left with Zayn, had a one night stand, and met up with him again the next morning after Lauren had left.

March 13, 2015:

I do need to make a side note, the distance from Smalls to the Sukhothai Hotel, where everyone stayed, is 3 min in a car. Literally just around the corner and up the street. The distance from the hotel to the stadium where they performed is 22 miles in a car.

Smalls is a 3 story building with a restaurant in the lower floor, where they have live music and a DJ booth. The upper two floors consist of an enclosed bar and a covered outdoor bar.

According to my research, Harry had gone to Smalls Live Music Nightclub.

Gemma pictured in Bangkok with Lou Teasdale and a fan.

Pictures also exist of Gemma and Harry at a Nightclub together, which I am going to assume was Smalls.

Zayn went to Seduction Night Club with Louis and cousin Jawaad, to watch DJ Examples set. This is where he met and was photographed with Lauren Richardson. She later stated she was invited to a Villa at a Hotel that Louis and Zayn we're renting in Phuket.

March 14, 2015:  

Louis Tomlinson photos kissing Lucy Julian were reportedly taken at the same all-night pool party at Bangkok’s Sukhothai Hotel at 6:30am on the morning of their March 14 concert, The Daily Mail reported.

There are pictures of Louis exiting the pool and returning to the lobby of the hotel.

H is photographed with DJ Buddha and DJ ONO before the show

The band played in Bangkok, Thailand at the Rajamangala Stadium.  

H photographed with Model at dinner.

Gemma and Lou Teasdale photographed with with a fan in Bangkok at a restaurant.

According to Joe Cummings, after their concert, Harry came back to Smalls and was told by Harry he and Zayn had a falling out.  

The timing of this is the concert started at 8:00 pm local time. Their set was 20 songs and and encore of 3. Their opening act was DJ ONO, and DJ Buddha was his promoter at the time. So 1D would have gone on by 8:30-9:30 pm. 1D set would have been about 1.5 - 2 hour set...they would have been done by 11:30 pm. 25 min drive back to the hotel, gets them back close to midnight. Which is when Joe says he started talking to H. There's some wiggle room in there for showers and what nots.

My Assumption - The argument has have been before the concert and before H was photographed with DJ Buddha and DJ ONO. DJ Buddha is the one who told H about Smalls and made introductions to Joe.

March 15, 2015:

Louis, Ollie Nightclub in Phuket, Thailand

March 16, 2015:

March 17, 2015: 

Harry tweets

Cheating rumors run in media as pictures of Zayn and Lauren Richardsons are published. Richardson will later say nothing happened between them, they met and enjoyed each other's company while together, then went their separate ways. Richardson eventually lands a role in June 2015 on Love Island. For years she is attacked online as the reason One Direction broke up.

March 18, 2015: 

Pictures exist of Lou Teasdale, Lux, Gemma Styles, and Lottie Tomlinson in airport in Hong Kong.

Picture of Lottie, Gemma, and Sophia taken at 1D concert.

Zayn tweet

Band plays last performance with Zayn in Hong Kong

March 19, 2015: 

Zayn is photographed in Heathrow airport in London, England at 5:00 am, Perrie is the one who picks Zayn up from the airport. The flight from Bangkok to London is 14 hours and 15 min.

Gemma and Sophia drinking a glass of wine posted on Gemma's IG.

News of Zayn's departure runs through media. Cited as stress, assumptions made about drug use.

March 20, 2015:

March 21, 2015:

Perform in Manila, Philippines

March 22, 2015:

Perform in Manila, Philippines

March 23, 2015:

Louis Tomlinson pictures published kissing Lucy Julian. 1D publicist indicates E and Louis have been broken-up for 2 weeks.

March 24, 2015:

March 25, 2015: 

Performance in Jakarta Indonesia

Statement released via Facebook that Zayn has left 1D.

Perform

March 26, 2015:

Media starts reporting Harry wants to branch out in his own solo projects, Harry crying on stage during March 25 concert.

H tweets: All the love as always. H

Liam: So glad to hear in bed after a strange 24 hours.

Niall: Been a mad few days and your support has been incredible as per usual ! This in turn Spurs us on to make the best music we possibly can

Louis: Been a crazy couple of days but know that we are going to work harder than ever to deliver the best album we've ever made for you guys !

March 27, 2015:

March 28, 2015:

Pictures of Harry in Johannesburg airport carrying guitar case

Perform at Johannesburg, South Africa

March 29, 2015:

Perform at Johannesburg, South Africa

March 30, 2015:

Pictured with Perrie in London, house hunting with Tricia Malik.

[fantasyismyonlyrealescape]

Whumptober 2024: No. 8 - Sleep Deprivation/"Leave the Lights on"

Title: Creature of Habit

Characters: Kevin Owens & Sami Zayn (Zowens)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 883

A/N: Welcome to Week 2 of Whumptober. As you can tell by now, there is a trend in WWE fanfics. I think I only wrote 5 non-wrestling fanfics out of the 31-day challenge. So, yeah. Enjoy and Cheers! Also, I do want to note, that this story follows the concept "kayfabe as reality". El Generico is in this one, so in the story he speaks next to no English, just like he did in interviews and in the ring. So, that's why there is Spanish in this. Translations are at the end of the story.

Summary: Sami Zayn is a creature of habit, something that Kevin Owens learns very early on.

Cross posted on AO3 under user wrestlinginjeans.

Kevin and Generico hadn’t known each other long before they had first started rooming together. After a month on the road making next to no money to get by, they figured pooling their resources together would only make sense. So, they did. In a dingy motel room with outdated peeling floral wallpaper and one bed that squeaked horribly when any weight was placed on it. They had mutually decided that they would share a bed in order to save money. Kevin had finished getting ready for bed, lounging on his side of the mattress, and catching up on some messages from family when Generico appeared out of the bathroom. The bathroom light was still on, but the luchador pointedly left the door cracked open to let a sliver of light through into the greater part of the hotel room.

Kevin watched Generico silently but did not comment. At first, he thought that the wrestler wasn’t finished getting ready for bed. But then he saw Generico throw his day clothes in his suitcase and approach the bed, clearly intending to go to sleep. Kevin, sore and tired from the three matches he had wrestled that night, didn’t have the energy to inquire about the light that night.

A couple weeks later, Kevin had noticed that Generico left the light on every single night before he went to sleep. On the nights that Generico got ready in the bathroom first and Kevin followed after, Generico made it a point to get up and turn the light on in the bathroom, cracking the door just as he did every night without a word before returning to bed.

“Uh… Hey man, what is it with you and that light?” Kevin asks, jerking his head to nod in the direction of the bathroom door.

A moment of silence passed between them as Generico tilts his head slightly in confusion.

“Qué?”

“The light?” Kevin elaborates, pointing to the lamp on the table next to him. “Why do you leave it on?”

“Oh. La luz mantiene alejada la oscuridad!” Generico says happily, nodding his head before settling down onto the bed.

Kevin shakes his head in confusion, looking over to Generico who seemed to be perfectly content with the response he had given. Kevin, knowing that he was unlikely to get anything that he could actually understand from the luchador, sighed in resignment and went back to his reading.

Years later, in the quiet of their now hotel room, Kevin Owens keeps one eye on the closed bathroom door as he waits for Sami Zayn to come out dressed for bed. While a lot has changed for them in the decades that they had known each other by this point, one thing had remained constant. Sami Zayn was a creature of habit.

The bathroom door opens and Kevin glances back down at his book quickly, all while Sami chatters away. “Hey, Kev. You remember seeing that vegan place down the street? Want to go and catch a bite before we head to the show tomorrow?” Sami suggests, stepping out into the hallway and shutting the bathroom door until the ever-familiar sliver of light shines from the bathroom into the hallway beyond.

Sami walks towards his suitcase as Kevin tries to hide his smile in his hand.

“Kev, did you hear me?” Sami asks, throwing his clothing items into the suitcase in front of him before coming to his side of the bed.

Kevin shakes his head once, attempting to wipe the smile from his face as he removed his hand and glanced at Sami.

“Sounds good, Sami.”

A month later, Kevin helps Sami into their hotel room, one arm slung over broad shoulders. They make slow work towards the bed in the center of the room. Reaching the side closest to the door, Kevin sets Sami down slowly, bending down to help Sami get his feet up onto the bed as the redhaired wrestler lays back onto the pillows stiffly.

“I’ve got you, Sami. Do you want to get cleaned up or do you want to sleep for a bit? The doc said that you would need to be woken up every 3 hours for me to check you.”

Sami, already in a dazed state as it was, brought a shaking hand to his cut forehead.

“Sleep, Kev…” Sami whispers, his voice portraying how much pain he was in.

“Alright, Sami. Sleep, I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Kevin states, pressing a hand gently (by Kevin’s standards) to Sami’s shoulder before placing the hotel throw on over his injured friend.

Glancing around the hotel room, he drops their gear down on the lounge chair in the corner and strides over to the bathroom. Flicking the light on in one swift motion, he cracks the door just as Sami had done so many times before. Nodding his head in satisfaction at the sufficient light filtering through the opening, he walks back over to Sami’s bedside and settles down next to him. Kevin reaches down and brushes his fingertips against the forearm of the slighter man in a gesture of closeness.

“I’ll leave the lights on for you…” Kevin whispers softly, leaning back against the headboard to begin his watch over his injured brother. “Just as you do for me.”

Translations:

Qué - what

La luz mantiene alejada la oscuridad – The light keeps the darkness away

[avengers-rule103]

i just wanna know where we are in the new Zayne wish cause like... we know Zayne isn't a fan of pda so doing those things in like a public bar would be a no no... but i also don't see Zayne just having a pool table? and i don't see MC having one either? so is it like one of us has a friend that owns a bar and he said we could stay there and play as late as we want so long as we lock up or..? 👀 like i just wanna know.

[justice4canyonmoon]

#54 with brothers best friend!harry plssss 🫂

#54-“These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want.”

hi!! I made this with college age students because I definitely would feel uncomfortable writing this with the main characters being minors. obviously they're in the US bc most other countries can drink at 18 and the mc's are 19. hope you like it!!!

warnings: smut!!! 18+ only!!! wall sex

wc: 975

You lived with your older brother, Zayn, and you told him that you were sleeping over at one of your friend’s apartment. But actually, you were at a frat party. You technically weren’t even supposed to be at one, since you were 19. But hey, a lot of the other people here weren’t supposed to be, either. You liked the atmosphere. You could make friends with drunk sorority girls for the night, beat all of the frat boys at beer pong, and get free drinks. And you knew Zayn’s hot best friend, Harry, was supposed to be there tonight, too.

This particular party had a pool table, and Harry, as well as his friend Niall, were at the table, facing off against two frat boys you didn’t recognize. They were nearing the end of the game, only three balls remained on the table. You turned to grab a beer can and heard shouts of joy from the table. You looked back up and saw Harry and Niall high-fiving while the other frat boys cheered for them. Evidently, they had won. Harry’s eyes scanned around the room, looking at all of the other boys, but then they landed on you. A smirk painted across his features as he wandered over to you.

“And what’s Miss Malik doing around here?”

“Having a night out, what does it look like I’m doing?” you retorted.

Harry chuckled, eyes looking you up and down, “Always a fiery one, aren’t yeh?”

“I’d like to think so. Pretty brazen of you to be checking me out right in front of my face.”

“Thought it was already pretty obvious how attracted I am to yeh, and also how attracted yeh are t’ me,” he said with a cheeky smirk.

Your face grew slightly warm, “Thought I was a bit sneakier than that.”

He laughed again, “Not really. But I don’t mind. Quite the opposite, actually.”

“Would that mean you’d want to go upstairs with me?”

“Though yeh’d never ask.”

Harry took your hand and led you through the throngs of frat boys to one of the unoccupied bedrooms upstairs. Before you knew it, you were pressed up against the wall with Harry’s lips pressed to yours. Your arms wound around his neck as you kissed back, and his hands gripped your waist tightly, holding you to him. Suddenly, he was spinning you around to face the wall, shoving your pants and underwear down your legs.

“Need t’ be inside yeh s’ bad. Know that if we do anythin else, ‘m gonna blow m’ load way too fast.”

You giggled softly as you heard him unzip his jeans and remove them, as well as his boxers, “That desperate for me?”

“Been desperate for yeh ever since we first met,” he confessed, fishing a condom out of the pocket of his jeans.

You heard Harry rip open the condom packet and roll it over himself. Soon, the tip of his cock was rubbing between your folds, spreading your wetness around.

“Please, Harry. Want you to fuck me,” you begged, hoping to spur him on.

It worked, and he pushed his length into your waiting hole. He was big, bigger than the few partners you had had before, so it took a bit of time for you to adjust to his size. But soon, you were ready.

“Please move,” you told him.

And he obliged. His cock left you almost completely before slamming back in, taking a brutal pace right from the start. You clamped one of your hands over your mouth to keep yourself from screaming in pleasure as he began pounding into you.

But Harry wasn’t having it. He reached forward and wrenched your hand away from your mouth.

“These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want. Wanna hear all of the pretty sounds yeh make,” he growled as he pistoned into you.

A loud moan escaped you at his words and the intensity of his thrusts. His cock hit all of the right places inside of you as he slammed into you over and over again. You had never felt this good in your life, the pleasure overwhelming you in the best way possible. Harry’s hands creeped upward to play with your tits, rubbing, pinching, and twisting the hardened nubs of your nipples as he fucked you.

“Fuck, Har,” you whined, “just like that.”

“Gettin close, aren’t yeh? Can feel how fuckin tight y’ squeezin me,” Harry correctly predicted.

You nodded, desperate moans falling from your lips as he pounded into you with all of his strength. You reached down to play with your clit as Harry continued to fondle your breasts. That was all you needed to orgasm, screaming his name as you coated his cock with your release. The wetness of your walls got him close, and before he knew it, Harry was cumming into the condom, moaning your name.

After a few minutes, Harry pulled out and said, “Fuck that was good.”

You nodded, watching him as he tied off the condom and threw it away, “Yeah, it was really good.”

“Ever want a repeat?” he asked.

“Definitely. That was too good to pass up,” you replied.

He leaned forward and kissed you, “Good t’ know.”

Both you and Harry flopped onto the bed together, falling asleep quickly. When you woke up the following morning, he was gone, but he left a note for you.

Had to go to work. Help yourself to anything in the fridge before you head out. Text me anytime you want to go again, I had a lot of fun last night ;)

(xxx) xxx-xxxx

Harry

It might be risky business fucking Harry behind your brother’s back, but you were willing to take that risk. It would be a shame to let that dick go to waste.

[wishingicouldfly]

Favorite Fics - 2021

This is LATE I know as a round up. And it's not technically true, as some of these I've read since the new year. But I wanted to share a few of my favorites. I've read over 300 Larry fics since January 2021. These are fifteen (sue me, 16) of my favorites (in no particular rank order) - as of March 12, 2022.

My friends Ash and Katie also did top tens. Their lists are here:

Katie

Ash

I am HAPPY to talk about any of these with anyone.

1. At Risk I Fold by Clare328 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/26542480

2015 is a stream of hotel rooms and whisky on the rocks, tired glances and touching hands under tables. It’s the bears and the bees under a rainbow sky, and Harry and Louis have to figure out how to grow up together, instead of apart.

My thoughts: I love this canon compliant short. It feels authentic.

2. For As Long as I can Remember it's been December by green_feelings - https://archiveofourown.org/works/15051122/chapters/34892210

After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won’t come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.

My thoughts: This shows up in a lot of favorites, but it's so good. It's well written, and shows two people who are destined to be together.

3. This Multiplicity of Powers by HelloAmHere - https://archiveofourown.org/works/28580229/chapters/70043967

Maybe in another universe he isn’t different. Maybe he hadn’t been given an impossible choice. Maybe he wouldn’t have lost everything and broken everything and then fallen impossibly, irrevocably in love with the first next thing that was kind. Maybe in that universe he doesn’t feel like he’s never breathing, always pretending, teaching the kids even though they all have to learn alone, trying hard not to read the headlines, and so afraid, every day, that he won’t be a good enough teammate to the superhero he can’t live without. He knows that love isn’t supposed to feel this way, slid secret under your skin like a surgical razor, an invisible war held close over the tender vein that keeps you alive. On the other hand, Louis wonders, had he ever known how to do it any other way?

Maybe there’s a universe where he doesn’t have to keep all his secrets on the inside.

But this isn’t that universe.

My Thoughts: One of my favorite authors, and her work appears on my list several times. I resisted this one for a long time because I wasn't sure about the boys as superheroes, but it works really well. Great, original story and it works well with their personalities.

4. Just Let Me by HelloAmHere - https://archiveofourown.org/works/11695350/chapters/26331342

The party was going well. So well, Niall had already sworn undying love to one multi-tiered chocolate cake, two friendly corgi-poodle mixes, Zayn’s hair, and the entire population of Los Angeles. So well, Zayn had only laughed and ruffled Niall’s hair and not even twitched towards a cigarette. So well, nearly everyone had spilled far past the boundaries of the night’s original plans, extracting bottles of vodka from the cabinets and losing a lot of clothes. Harry had proclaimed that he was finally going to throw a small and very grownup dinner party and of course here they were three hours later, fifty people half-naked in the pool. Soon to be full-naked, if Louis had to guess. Everybody in LA loved a heated pool. Everybody loved Harry.

My Thoughts: Second appearance from HelloAmHere. This one is short--great for a serotonin fix. Love the canon compliant ABO universe. I've read this many times.

5. One More Time Again by orphan_account - https://archiveofourown.org/series/1289660

On the morning of his second sold-out performance at Madison Square Garden, Harry wakes up to find that he's sixteen years old, on The X Factor, and that he has a chance to make things right.

A canon-compliant fix-it fic (sort of).

My Thoughts: I hate that this one is orphaned because it's so good. Canon compliant and so well done as you watch the boys fall in love through the x-factor. I wish I could tell the author how much I love it.

6. My Heart is Breathing for this Moment in Time by usedtothebeach - https://archiveofourown.org/works/934996/chapters/1820282

When Louis first saw Harry at the 2010 X Factor Auditions, he thought he was watching a peculiarly special stranger. But Harry has known Louis ever since he was five years old.

Because Louis has a rare genetic disorder that causes him to Time Travel to important moments in his past and in his future - and to Harry, always to Harry. When they're put into a band together, it seems like everything Harry has been waiting and wishing for has finally come true. Except for the small fact that Louis doesn't know that Harry is in love with him- that Harry's always been in love with him. Fate, it would seem, is just getting started.

A story about growing up and growing together, and the impossible love that makes it all worthwhile.

My Thoughts: This one is always going to be on my list. It's long and I've read it at least three or four times. It's breathtaking and spans canon and beyond.

7. Every Universe but our Own by 28finelines - https://archiveofourown.org/works/27295099?view_full_work=true

louis and harry have been friends with benefits for going on nine years, until a woman claiming to be louis’ fairy godmother decides to send him into a variety of alternate universes to help him find his soulmate.

My thoughts: Soul mate sh*t.

8. Like A Boomerang by youwill - https://www.dropbox.com/s/lbhu9hxxqe1g5nd/like%20a%20boomerang.pdf?dl=0

AU in which Harry gets trapped in a lift, Louis gets stuck in a Wednesday, and it's always February 2nd. Until it isn't.

My Thoughts: LOVE this Groundhog Day fic. This link is to a pdf, so if it doesn't work, let me know.

9. Hiding Place by alivingfire - https://archiveofourown.org/works/4858376/chapters/11133491

Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual.

From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe. Meanwhile, Harry begins to think that maybe fate doesn’t actually know what it’s doing after all, because his other half has clearly been right in front of him the whole time. All he has to do now is convince Louis to give them a chance.

Or, the canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide.

My thoughts: Love this soulmate/soul mark story. The boys' tattoos work really well in this canon compliant fic. So good.

10. Tie Your Heart by ArcadianMaggie - https://archiveofourown.org/works/546688/chapters/973236

Harry grows wings.

My Thoughts: Summary says it all, but it's gorgeous, and sort of canon compliant, except for, well, the wings. But they are in a band and all the boys are there. And Harry and Louis love each other.

11. Wild and Unruly by 100percentsassy and gloria_andrews - https://archiveofourown.org/works/2723093/chapters/6099611

We're going to try to update every two weeks, although that schedule will probably (definitely) get thrown off at some point (due to baby). We are going to take a bit of a planned break around the holidays, too, because we want to write a Christmas oneshot.

Also, we are definitely not ranching experts so please forgive any inaccuracies.

Anyway, here you go, enjoy the cows!!!

My Thoughts: The boys work well as a cowboy and a paralegal. This one is worthy of a Hallmark movie. GREAT romantic comedy.

12. Lightning Strikes Twice by dinosaursmate - https://archiveofourown.org/works/12950415/chapters/29601396

Rock star Harry Styles was nineteen when he met Louis, a groupie with a huge heart that Harry couldn’t quite shake from his mind. Fate granted him a second chance at the age of sixty, his washed up and lonely existence being transformed by a widower with a bookshop.

My thoughts: I loved this one. Super sexy but also really sweet. Spans a lifetime. Older characters written really well.

13. A Love Like War by sincewewereeighteen - https://archiveofourown.org/works/7248772/chapters/16458349

the one in which Louis Tomlinson is a cliched rock star, he's got everything except for love. But then he meets Harry Styles; the man that, against all odds, saves him in every way a person can be saved, even when Louis didn't know he needed saving in the first place.

My Thoughts: I've read this one several times, too. It reminds me a little of Timebomb (another favorite NOT on this list).

14. Of Mates and Men by bananaheathen - https://archiveofourown.org/works/26640253/chapters/64964377

In which, Louis and Harry meet as best men for their best friends' wedding... well... sort of.

Or, the one where Harry's just moved back from New York and Louis doesn't believe in romance.

Or, I guess... the one where Zayn and Liam are getting married.

My thoughts: The only reason this one isn't a classic up there with Tired Tired Sea and Escapade is because it's still a Work-In-Progress. It's so lovely. Like a slice of life; I want to be their friend in this world.

15. Saving Symphony Hall by HelloAmHere - https://archiveofourown.org/works/12633921/chapters/28787400

“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.”

“Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.”

“Wait, what?” Zayn asked.

“Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,”

“What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.

“I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.”

“That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

My Thoughts: One of the first fics I read and it's still a favorite. Great writing, ABO universe and has a GREAT prequel as well.

16. But We Have Promises to Keep by HelloAmHere - https://archiveofourown.org/works/22981624/chapters/54942142

Maybe, Louis thought, from the beginning to the end, he had always known exactly what he wanted. He had always heard it, a quiet song in his head never giving up, because it had never been a thing apart from who he was. Someone who wouldn’t stop. Someone who could walk out into the dark, seeing nothing, having little, and still looking.

The undeniable, terrifying, gorgeous truth was always going to be this: that he had a heart, and that that heart wanted to live.

My Thoughts: This lovely wolf story should be up there with the classics as well. Gorgeous writing. WIP was just finished last month.

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Sat 12 June ‘21

Liam took multiple fan pics in Manchester and posted him and Steve Bartlett laughing about a bowling excursion and himself cooing at Steve’s adorable little French bulldog, aww. Anyway Liam’s out there wearing all three diamond necklaces and looking real good. We also learned that the Vegas NFT-buyer party will include pool parties that will be DJed by him.

Harry was photographed at lunch with some folks in London today (by the person at the next table), Louis liked a Euros post (of the England team) and Niall commented “Oh thank god for that” at the news that a (Danish) player who collapsed on the field had been stabilized and also “Number 1? What ya think?” as Our Song continues to flirt with the top of the charts. Rolling Stone chose Nobody Is Listening for their list of the top albums of this year so far and Zayn’s hands could be seen assembling a roller blade in a post from Gigi’s sister; listen we don’t see much of the guy okay- and to be fair we still don’t today, just wrist down- it’s something!

[indiaalphawhiskey]

GAPT Snippet #5

Bonnes fêtes! 🎄 (Snips 1, 2, 3, 4)

—————

“To Our Dearest Josephine,

Congratulations on getting accepted into your PhD program.

We always knew you could do it.

Love, Dads”

Louis ducked his head a little, swiping at the corner of his eye as subtly as humanly possible. He would be embarrassed, if not for the wholly unsubtle Harry-esque sniff coming from his left.

Some things never change, he thought, as he swallowed a giggle and looked up at where his daughter was folding the card closed carefully, across the picnic table.

“Can I just say,” Jo said, leveling both her fathers with an unimpressed stare. “That the only benefit of being a child of divorce is supposedly having parents that are fully committed to buying your love and loyalty?” She held up the gift, smirking jokingly. “And now you’re sharing presents?” She looked over at her twin who was also shaking her head at them disappointedly. “The audacity!”

“Shameful, honestly,” Stevie added in agreement. “I mean,” she continued, counting off on her fingers, the green of her eyes glittering. And after all these years, it still boggled Louis how the twins were a dead ringer for Harry, even though all their children were adopted. “One birthday party every year, one for graduations—”

“Just the one present each from Father Christmas,” Noah piled on, his cheeky dimples out on full display, and maybe it was the heart-eyes every dad had for their son, but Louis had to admit that Harry’s dimples coupled with Louis’ blue eyes really were a killer combo. He said another silent thanks to the heavens that their eldest was as sweet as he was – no penchant for heartbreaking of any kind, whatsoever, bless him.

Harry scoffed, indignant. “He’s only got—”

“‘He’s only got the one list,’” all three recited snarkily, and their perfect imitation of Harry’s extra-low baritone made Louis snort loudly. It earned him a glare from his ex-husband.

“Sorry,” he whispered to Harry, not meaning it in the slightest. He shrugged one shoulder up and gestured to the kids. “It’s just that they do a very convincing you.”

Harry’s pout hadn’t changed after all these years either.

“Not to mention,” Stevie continued. “A whopping total of zero brand new cars when we’d all started to drive—”

“Nary a one,” Jo sighed.

Harry turned to Louis and rolled his eyes. ‘Nary,’ he mouthed silently, smirking. Jo had always tended to connect with her inner Shakespeare when she was feeling extra dramatic.

“Even after all those subtle hints I dropped for a Jaguar,” Noah tsked, though the effect was decidedly dimmed by the way he couldn’t swallow his smile. “We were the joke of the divorced children’s club at school.”

“A laughing stock, really,” Jo agreed, batting her lashes playfully at her dads.

“I tried to tell ‘em that,” Niall said, grinning over the lip of his beer bottle, from where he was standing behind the twins. “But your dads were all ‘No, we’d rather ‘be there’ for our children,’ support them, such and such nonsense.”

“Mm,” Zayn hummed nonchalantly. “The song does go ‘Kids don’t like love, kids like cars and money.’”

“Really, am I the only one itching for Jo to open the damn present?” Liam asked. He gestured towards where she was toying with the edge of the perfectly intact wrapping paper. “I really wanna know what it is!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll open it,” Jo giggled, starting to tear the wrapper. “And if it sucks,” she said, smirking at her fathers. “My godfather’ll get me a car, won’t you, Uncle Niall?”

Niall gave a vague hum in answer as Louis grinned back at Jo, his tongue between his teeth. He jutted his chin toward the half-opened gift. “You are going to feel like such an arsehole when you see what it is.”

“Are dads allowed to call their offspring arseholes?” Stevie asked.

“When their kids are being total arseholes?” Harry said, holding his hand out to Louis for a low-five. “Absolutely.”

Louis laughed as he slapped Harry’s hand. Smiling, he held Harry’s gaze, counting out softly, just for the two of them, “Three… two… on—”

“Oh…” Jo said, her voice hitching. “Oh my God.” They both turned to face Jo, who looked up at them with wide, glistening eyes, her surprised gaze drifting down towards what was in her hand before shooting back up again. “Is it…?”

“A first edition,” Louis confirmed softly as she fingered the gilt lettering, tracing the capital L of ‘Little Women’ lightly, reverently. He looked at Harry, whose nose was already pink again. “We promised ourselves we’d get it for you, when you wouldn’t stop going into that bookshop on Camden.”

“Every fucking day for a year,” Harry chimed in, trying to hide the wobble in his voice with a laugh, though he still had to swipe under both eyes quickly. “When you were eleven.”

Louis’ eyes softened and, unthinking, he placed a hand on Harry’s knee under the table, swiping his thumb against the rough fabric of his jeans to soothe him. They shared a sentimental smile that lasted about .02 seconds before Jo launched herself at them, gathering them both in the tightest hug one could possibly muster with the width of a picnic table between them.

“Thank you,” she sniffed, overcome. Then, she buried her nose in Louis’ neck, just like she used to and Louis… Louis melted – fully felt his heart pool in a puddle of goop on the grass as his arm circled around her waist.

“You’re welcome, darling,” he whispered into her hair, just as Harry added, “We’re so proud of you, Panda.” He gifted Louis with another gentle, secret smile as he said, “You did it.”

They nestled into the hug for a little while longer, before Stevie began to pull Jo back by her shirt.

“Alright, break it up, break it up!” Stevie called out. “Can’t have everyone thinking I’m not the favourite.” She grinned evilly at Louis and Harry once they were free of Jo, her gaze knowing as it followed the line of Louis’ arm to where it had disappeared under the table, a tad too far to be resting on anything but Harry’s knee. Louis shook off his rising flush, staunchly refusing to be embarrassed by his twenty-seven year old and her all too in-the-know eyebrows.

Still, he subtly pulled his hand away, but not without smirking back at her, and narrowing his eyes in challenge.

‘Flirt’, she mouthed gleefully, to which there was really no wittier reply than for Louis to stick his tongue out at her like the highly respected tenured professor he was. (Clearly, those six or so extra years of schooling really were worth every penny, if he did say so himself.)

[chaosanswers]

Okay, I know this is going to be crazy, but stick with me here. How would the monster boys' react when their daughter/son/twins/triplets/youngest just casually ask the s/o about them being single? while they’re in a daze by the s/o. I know they don’t have kids, but just just imagine the scenario being hilarious, or just down right cute.

A/N: Oh that’s adorable! I did the same thing with my stepmom 🤣

Dylan (4 kids)

He took his pups to the park for them to play around. He saw you on the other side of the park and went over to talk to you. "Hey s/o!" "Oh, hi Dylan!" The pups saw their dad walk over to you, and out of curiosity they followed him. He noticed his kids just looking at you curiously and he introduced you, and you gave them a smile. "S/o these are my kids, pups this is my friend s/o." "Hi." The youngest just stared at you in a daze. Then suddenly he asked “Are you single?”. Dylan just froze out of shock. You let out a small giggle. “Yeah I am actually.” All the pups just went crazy. “You and Daddy can date then!” “Can I plan your wedding dad? Please!” “You’re gonna be our new parent!” Dylan’s face heated up out of embarrassment. “Ok kids time to go!” All of them groaned. “Sorry about that s/o” “Oh no it’s alright, they’re adorable!” As they walked away the youngest just shouted out “Bye future parent!”

Liam (1 kid)

Liam and his daughter went out for ice cream. When Liam say you working there. "Oh, hi s/o." "Hi Liam." You then noticed his tiny version of him. "Who's this little cutie?" "Oh this is my daughter." he said. You both talked for a bit as you made their ice cream. “Here you go sweetie.” You said giving Liam’s daughter her ice cream. She stared at you, soaking in your beauty. “Are you single?” She just blurted out. Liam’s face turned red. “Oh, yes I am single.” Her face lit up. “You can marry my daddy then! He’s really nice!” She squealed. Liam put a hand over her mouth. “Uh, w-we have to go now. B-Bye S/o.” “See ya Liam.” Before they went out, you heard a small voice shout. “Bye future parent!”

Zayne (twins)

Zayne took his twin boys to the arcade for their birthday. When Zayne saw you enter the arcade, he went over to talk to you. "Hey hey s/o!" "Hey Zayne!" His boys followed him and looked at you with amazement. "Um Zayne, looks like you got some company." You said pointing to the two little boys. "Oh yeah, these are my little trouble makers." He said. You were like a deity to the two little boys. “Are you single?” They both asked. Zayne froze. “Yes I am.” You giggled. Both of the boys high fived. “Best birthday ever!” “You gotta marry our dad!” “Dad hurry up, ask to marry them!” “Come on dad!” The boys kept telling Zayne to marry you. He then covered their mouths and dragged them towards the entrance. “Nice see ya s/o” he said. “You too Zayne!” You said. “See ya future parent!” “We’ll plan your wedding!”

Alexander (triplets)

Alexander was picking up his three little girls from school. When he saw his girls, he also saw you with them, turns out you were their teacher. You brought the girls to their dad and Alexander waved at you. "Hey s/o!" "Oh hi Alexander, these angels yours?" He nodded. "Yeah, my little princesses!" The girls views switched from their dad and back to you as you both talked. One of them tugged on your shirt. “Are you single?” Alexander blushed hard. “Yes I am.” You said with a giggle. “Look Daddy’s face is all red!” “Daddy likes them!” “Now you two have to get married, those are the rules!” Alexander then picked his girls up. “Ok time to go home.” He said. You waved goodbye, but Alexander’s girls shouted their goodbyes too. “Bye! We’ll plan your wedding!” “You’re outfit is going to be really pretty!” “There’s gonna be lots of flowers too! And a big cake!”

Nathan (2 kids)

Nathan took his son and daughter out to eat. While they were waiting for their food, Nathan saw you walk in. Luckily (for him) you sat at a table close to him and his kids. "S/o?" "Oh hey Nathan! Didn't expect to see you here." You both talked for a while until his kids butted in. "How do you know our dad?" You giggled. "Well we-" "Are you single?" Nathan's daughter asked. Nathan's face went red. "Yes I am." Both of the kids faces lit up. "Dad you can marry them!" "Yeah marry them right now!" You were giggling at the kids demands. "We're just friends." You said. "Yes, just friends. And ONLY friends." Nathan said. "You can date now!" "Yeah, this is now your date Dad!" "We can put the tables together!" they both kept pestering him for a while. "Food's here!" Nathan said. When they got ready to leave you hear two little voices. "Bye future parent!" "See you soon!"

Simon (1 kid)

Simon took his son to the skating rink. He stayed by his side to make sure he doesn't trip or fall. When Simon saw you enter the rink, he grabbed his son's hand and skated over to you. "Hey Simon!" "Heya s/o" he said. You saw the little boy next to him. "Aww, whose this little cutie?" "This is my boy. He's a bit of the silent type." You wobbled a bit as you tried to stand on the skates, but you slipped. Simon caught you before you could fall. "First time?" "Hehe, yeah.." Simon's son saw how his dad held you. You both laughing and smiling. He then tugged on your clothes. "Are you single?" he asked. Simon frozed. You giggled. "Yes I am." His face lit up. "You can marry them Dad! You said you wanted to start dating again! Ask them out! Come on dad!" Simon then scooped up his boy and exited the rink. "Adios s/o!" he said. You waved. "Bye Simon." You heard a small voice in the distance. "Adios future parent!"

Onyx (twins)

Onyx took his girls out to the mall. They were all at the food court, but Onyx saw you a few tables away. "Oh, s/o!" "Oh Onyx, hi!" You gathered your stuff and headed over. "O-Oh s/o, these are my daughters." "Aww, they're adorable! Hi!" Both girls waved. As both you and Onyx talked, the girls view switched between you and their dad. "Are you single" the girls blurted out. Onyx blushed and hid his face in his hands. "Yeah." Both of the girls squealed. "You can marry them Daddy!" "You guys have to go on a date right now!" What the three of you didn't notice is that poor Onyx slipped into the shadows out of embarrassment. "I think he went into the shadows girls." you said. Before both girls sunk into the shadows to comfort their dad, they waved at you. "Bye future parent!" "We'll plan your wedding!"

Elliot (triplets)

Elliot took his boys to the pool. He just sat on the edge of the pool and watched his boys splash at each other. "Not gonna get in?" Elliot looked up and saw you. "Oh hey s/o" he said. You smiled and sat right beside him. You looked out and saw three little boys that look like Elliot playing. "Those your boys?" "Yeah." You both talked for a while until his sons swam to you both. They originally planned to push their dad in until they saw you with him. "Oh boys, this is s/o." "Hi boys." you said waving. "Wow you're stunning!" "Very beautiful!" "Are you single?" Elliot blushed hard, and you laughed a bit. "Yes I am single." The boys then smiled brightly. "Dad you can marry them!" "Marry them Daddy!" "Hurry up Dad!" the boys kept pestering their dad, and Elliot hid his face in his hands. The boys then started to ask you questions about you and Elliot's weeding. "What colors do you want? That's really important!" "I can plan your outfit!" "Do you guys want a big cake or a lot of cupcakes?" Elliot then got his boys and wrapped them in towels. "Time to go. B-Bye s/o.." "See ya Elliot, bye boys." The boys waved as they left. "Don't worry, your wedding is gonna be great!" "Yeah!" "Bye future parent!"

Milo (1 kid)

Milo took his son to the movies. They found their seat and Milo's son started to eat his popcorn. Milo saw you walk in the theatre and he waved to you. You smiled and made your way to him. "Hey s/o." "Hey Milo, oh and who's this cutie?" You said waving to his son. "This is my boy." He waved. You three watched the movie together, but Milo's son stared at you for a while. When the movie was over, he just burst with questions. 'Are you single?" he asked. Milo almost choked on his drink. "Yeah I am." "Oh you can date my Dad! Then you guys are gonna get married!" Milo hid his face in his hands. "Time to go buddy." He said taking his hand. "Bye s/o." "By Milo, nice seeing you again." You then heard a small voice call out. "Bye future parent! I'll make sure the wedding is amazing!"