#ZAYNE

[ilivedonceinthisworld]

I got his card!!!! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

—Andrea Gibson, "Good Light," Lord of the Butterflies

[lunebulous]

Playing with your body in non-sexual ways

A.N: This is my first time writing fanfiction. Any feedback is very much appreciated. I hope you enjoy! I have no idea what tags to put here so, just trust me bro.

Xavier

There wouldn’t be a lot of occasions where his caresses would be in a non sexual way - that's why he's known to be a wolf in sheep's clothing. But don't get me wrong, being sexual does not equal condescending or rough. Not for him. - well, sometimes. - It's just that if he focuses too long on your face when you’re sleeping soundly, or when you're admiring the lantern lights at another festival, he gets this sensation that he should own you once more, just to be sure you're his. 

So when he kisses, it's only to leave you wanting more of him.  So when he caresses your body, it's only to let himself know he's the one making your skin get goosebumps.  So when he embraces all of you in a tight hug, it’s only to feel like you’re finally real this time.  And when all of these inevitably turn into that feeling of ownership again, he frowns internally. Initially, he wishes that he was different and that he wouldn’t feel like this everytime he stops to think about you; But it's just so much love that it overflows from his heart, dripping right into the lowest part of his torso. When he realizes, he’s slowly kissing you against the wall again. He can’t help it, he's naturally drawn to you like a magnet. And that feeling gives place to a necessity, a craving that hurts so deliciously he gives up on being different. So when you gasp for air and tug at his hair to breathe a little, he just can’t understand why. Or how can you do this to him. He wants more. And more. And more. He needs it so bad he can’t help but pin your hands to the wall so he can kiss you longer, raveling in the way you squirm under him. After all, just because he can't help it, doesn't mean he's not enjoying every second of the fruits of his own possessiveness.

So he caresses you all the time - the problem is that it often turns into a primal need to own and to explore each cute face - each little sound - you make for him. He feels like a victim to his own desires. Poooor Xavier… (irony included).

Rafayel

Rafayel is completely enamoured by your hands, making sure to always kiss them whenever he gets the chance. When he doesn’t, he’s more than expected to caress them while you wait for food in a nice restaurant, or when you’re walking on the shore with him. He is the king of intertwining your hands all the time - never letting go even if for brief moments. He says his bodyguard should be aware of where he is at all times, and when you replied that having one of your hands busy would actually get in the way if danger arrives, he puffed his chest, saying something along the lines of “i’m lucky I have the best bodyguard that can fight 10 men with only one hand then!”. You sighed, giggling because of him. “You’re not actually expecting me to fight with 10 men without letting go of your hand, right?” “Well, I'm pretty sure that was on your job description when I hired you.”  “No it wasn’t.” “Now it is.”  --- He also kisses and grabs your stomach and love handles all the time, especially when lying down, like now. There were some times when it made you feel a little bit insecure, but he always buried his face on it with a big smile, hugging your waist. When you voiced your insecurity to him for the first time, he simply said: “Well, I never saw a painting of any muse that didn’t have enough body for me to drown in it. - he stares up at you intently, before looking at your stomach again. - In fact, it is the only scenario where drowning would be possible for me. - Now he’s getting a hold of your love handles. - And actually, i'd love it. Thank you, my muse!” Right before nuzzling his face on your belly again, giggling. You blush furiously, caressing his purple locks, but he’s too busy to see it.

Zayne

Zayne would always need a bit of a push to touch you like he wants to - and you know that. He’s slowly coming out of his shell and being more confident when it comes to being intimate with you, getting over his irrational fear of hurting you again. The ‘push’ he got today was seeing you come home after brunch with your friends, wearing a dark and muted red lipstick, blended on your lips so perfectly it reminded him of a vintage doll. He made a note to himself to compliment you later when you had your attention on him - because you were busy taking off your shoes, your coat and yapping about some BIG gossip you just found out. He listens attentively, putting two and two together with you as you happily stride towards him. 

You sit beside him on the couch and hug his arm, leaning on his shoulder. He places his hand between your thighs, trying not to pay too much attention to it - a task quite hard for him, as you were wearing light brown stockings that made your oh-so-loved thighs look even more bite-deserving; But he tries to shake the thought away. 

It doesn’t take long before you’re well-invested in the documentary he is watching, but the position is getting quite uncomfortable now, so you crawl between his legs and rest your back against his chest, both of you laying down on the chaise part of the couch. First he stares at you, finding adorable how you don’t hesitate before making yourself comfortable with him. He lays a chaste kiss on the crown of your head, making you snuggle against him even more, getting it just right like two puzzle pieces. And he swears to himself he’s a good man. He is not going to turn this into something more just because your ass grinded against him innocently, no, no. Breathe, you touch-starved man! 

But the same man now is fighting for his life to NOT look at your thighs, the stockings making it look so shiny for him, he couldn't help himself but imagine the shadows his fingers pressing onto your skin would look like. He imagined you in not-so-innocent lightings more than he’d ever admit, and as his thoughts stray away, he doesn’t notice how he’s been caressing your chest and collarbones for some time now, lightly using his fingertips to circle around your skin, as if memorizing each part of it. Then he's slowly directing his way to your neck, with four fingers on one side and his thumb on the other, going up and down as his eyes are glued to your legs, completely blank, admiring each curve going from the arch of your feet to your calves, and then to your thighs, stopping at the start of your tight skirt. Now he’s gripping your neck - just lightly pressing on it, your airflow is completely free. (for now). You can’t help but wonder what’s going on inside his mind, lying to yourself that feeling his firm hand around your neck is not making you want to rub your legs together, but you're already doing it a bit, discreetly, not knowing you’re being very thoroughly watched. As he’s breathing deeper to try to not get excited, you feel his hand slowly letting go of your neck and you whine inwardly at it. But then his hands hesitantly go higher, his slender fingers sliding across your chin to play with your lips as he remembered to compliment you. He opens his mouth to do it, but being so lost in thought he just stops. God, they’d look so good around his cock. Fuck.  You look up, a bit surprised with his actions, slowly tilting your head to the side, looking at him. - the movement makes him get out of his trance, suddenly confused as to how his fingers got to your lips - but as if reading his mind, you part them, waiting. And then he gets it. The key to making himself touch you like he wants to is just to - not think. It makes sense, it's a part of him he never let himself explore. He then lets himself do what he wants, sliding his middle and index finger on your tongue, experimenting. As you close your lips around them, looking at him so puppy-eyed, he can't help but smirk as realizing he could get used to this very quickly. You start feeling him against your ass now.

He presses down on your tongue, smiling. “You look so beautiful wearing this color, love.”

So, Zayne doesn’t play with any part of your body - because as soon as he does it, he gets a problem under his trousers. And now that he knows how to let go of control, - you got one too.

Sylus

Sylus wouldn’t be the type of man to touch you without being full-on intentional with it. The same amount of hate he has towards ‘quickies’, he has for the idea of touching your most sensitive parts without being completely devoted to them. So when playing with you, it is usually filled with admiration and love, silently appreciating your presence by his side. That’s why you often find him mindlessly braiding your hair as you lay your head on his lap to watch a movie, or how he gently runs his fingernails - once claws - on your calf under the table when he’s discussing his next moves with the twins. Yeah, sometimes his hands wander a little bit higher, a little bit firmer, but always looking at you to watch your reaction; as if to just - test the waters, tease you to see your ears turn red.. or warm you up for what’s coming next.

[tbaluver]

whispers of reunion- zayne x fem! reader

pairings: zayne x fem! reader wc. 1.4k summary: after being pulled apart with hectic schedules, tonight is the moment you both finally have time together. warnings/ tags: MDNI, male recieving handjob, slight fingering, p in v a/n: this is based/ inspo on silent poem bc i def thought she was giving him a handjob in his secret times („°0°„) i apologize if this doesn't make sense i didd this around 4 am in the morning but i hope you enjoy reading ! (∩˃o˂∩)�� any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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“don’t rush. it’s spilling out.”

it was already too late. you down the cup of cold water, stray drops escaping down your chin and down to your pajama shorts. a soft groan slipped past your lips as you felt the wetness and cloth sticking against your skin.

“all right. i’ll help you clean up.” zayne leans closer to you, his fingers tracing over the line of your jaw. both your hearts flutter as he closes the gap between your mouths, his lips making a delicious little sound as he pulls away. his warm breath fanning over your skin as he presses soft kisses down to your chin, tugging the hem of your shorts.

“is this what you wanted?” he lets out a surprised groan, exhaling sharply when your hand moves down to palm him through his sweatpants.

“i knew it,” he whispered breathlessly, brushing his lips back to yours. he knew your little act of a ‘massage’ was just to tease him. “you want to do this,” he murmurs, right into your lips. “to me again.” breathing heavily, your lips return back together. his lips were warm and soft, his tongue pressing between parted lips, slipping past your lower lip. the sudden sound in your throat sends blood rushing down to his lower region.

“are you trying to take advantage of the situation zayne?” breathlessly you pull away from the kiss.

he leans back in, already missing the seconds without your touch. “what do you mean,” he murmurs, nuzzling the tip of his nose against yours before capturing your lips again. “i’m taking advantage,” he breathes, pausing briefly before his lips find yours once more. “of the situation?” he whispers, his breath fanning against your lips before kissing you again.

“aren’t you we just..helping each other relax?” he breathes heavily, his chest rising and falling. obediently he raises his hips up to help you remove his sweatpants and boxers, the one you’ve been toying with the entire time. his cock springing free, already leaking and twitching once you palm it.

you can feel the arousal flooding your panties as you watch him buck his hips towards your hands involuntarily. you dribble spit on your palm, a natural lubricant to help pump him.he huffs out a breath as your hands work on his hard and wet cock. you watch as zayne opens his mouth slightly, soft groans escaping his lips.

however zayne always forgets that he can finish first as well, always prioritizing you first ever since. with a shaky breath, he palms your clothed cunt, making you gasp in surprise. “does this also need to relax?” he murmurs, brushing along the wet pool that leaked through the thin material of your panties.

his fingers teasingly brush along your skin as his large hand dips beneath the waistband of your panties, slowly tracing his finger along your slit. you hiss as he drew lazy circles around your clit. “y-yes..but w-wanna help-!” you managed to croak out, scrunching your eyes closed.

“of course. i understand you only want me to feel less fatigued,” his chest heaves and his eyes squeezing shut as you continue to fasten your pace on his length. “different muscle groups..c-call for specific massage techniques..sometimes being skillful is what really makes a difference.” truly only your boyfriend would lecture you while you jerk him off.

with a sharp inhale, zayne crashes his lips against yours, your lips were as intoxicating as ever. he pulls away, both of you gasping for air. “perhaps..you could add a little more pressure?” he presses his forehead against the top of your head as he sucks in a breath.

you tighten your grip on his cock, his eyes fluttering back closed as his mouth opens slightly. his hands gripped your shirt for refuge as you fist his cock sinfully. zayne was unbelievably sensitive right now, his ears bright red and his face flushed out. it truly has been so long since you’ve touched each other and he wants to savor every bit of it.

seeing how his head was thrown back you knew he was close. he jerks a couple more times into your grip, his breathing laboring as he releases all over himself, his cum flowing over your hands. his eyes heavily lidded when he catches your gaze on him. his breath hitching as you dragged your tongue on your fingers, making sure every drop of his cum isn’t wasted.

“i wonder..how long were you planning to pull this stunt on me?” his voice soft yet teasing as he gently pushes you down. he climbs on top of you, your back sinking into the plush of the mattress beneath you.

“i missed you zayne,” you sigh, your fingers brushing lightly over his check, making him lean and nuzzle softly into it.

“mhmph..yes of course. i missed you too.” his gaze never leaving yours, his breath warm against your skin.

“how much?” you whisper, curiosity piquing you.

“how much?” he repeats, quirking a brow. his large hands gently cupping your face as he closes the distance between you once more. articles of clothing urgently peeled off as he slots himself back in between your legs, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. “let me show you..how much i’ve missed you when we couldn’t see each other.” he moves his tongue along your bottom lip slowly, slipping his tongue into your mouth, intertwining with it.

you bite your lip, suppressing your whine when he pulls away, your cunt desperately aching for his cock to split you open. “let me hear your voice.” your breath hitches, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he slowly slips it in. it’s been too long since you last seen each other, too long since you’ve been together like this. every touch felt like it was desperately making up for the time apart from you two.

you're tight. he groans softly, easing himself further so you have a chance to accommodate to the thickness of his girth. “z-zayne..” slowly, he lets you get used to the tempo he sets out. consuming throbs of pleasure pulse through your body, each stroke getting you closer and closer.

“yes, that’s good. just like that. say my name.” his lips twitching into a smirk as his hands hook beneath your knees to lift your legs up higher, allowing him to go further deeper. the bounce of your tits are hypnotizing as he pounds into you. your moans go higher, louder mixed with incoherent sounds, your nails digging into the thick flesh of his back.

his nose buries in the nape of your neck, heavy balls slap against you. sinful wet squelch of his cock diving deep into your weeping cunt mixed with you moaning his name was music to his ears. zayne trails urgent hot kisses along your neck to your shoulder, licking your pulse point before lifting his head to capture your mouth into a heated kiss.

he knew you too well when you clench down on his cock that you were coming close to your finish. licking the pad of his thumb, he presses it to your clit, stimulating the swollen bud. your back arches beautifully and legs quiver, waves of euphoria that cause your body to jolt and cunt to contract in pulses. his name leaving your mouth in broken chants.

your walls flutter around him as he continues to pump in and out of your cunt. he feels it, waves of pleasure washing through him, his cum painting your gummy walls white. you’re both a breathless, sweaty mess, struggling to catch your breath as you steady yourselves.

“are you alright?” he murmurs softly and all you could do is nod, still breathless. he knows you must be exhausted, especially after waking you up. zayne brushes his hand over your face, his fingers tracing your cheek gently. “can you use your words for me, my love?” he whispers, needing more than just a nod.

after a few moments of trying to steady yourselves, you managed a weak, “i’m okay,” while offering a tired smile. he exhales in relief, his own smile curling at the corners of his lips as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, then to your lips. “i love you,” he murmurs softly against your lips, “you did so well, so perfect.”

you both stay like that for a while, not wanting to pull out just, knowing that in just a few hours he’ll leave for work. you both hold onto each other, savoring the warmth and time together in this quiet embrace.

[leighsartworks216]

Your Majesty

Zayne x fem!Reader x Sylus

I got this idea outta nowhere but thank fucking god I did. There was gonna be more build up but nahhhh

@comatosebunny09 IT'S HERE BABEYY

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

Warnings: pwp, smut, polyamory, threesome, royalty AU, kissing, cuddling, cum swallowing, blow jobs, face sitting, hair pulling, anal sex, fingering, oral, 69, light dom/sub, sweat, banter, teasing, biting

Word Count: 2,247

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Zayne was never very vocal insofar as moaning, but with every slap of Sylus's hips against his ass, breathy whimpers rose from his throat. Gasps of air, choked up and shaking with pleasure. He reaches back and holds onto your arms, trying not to hold on too tightly for fear of hurting you. You brush his hair back from his face, caressing his flushed cheeks. He's so beautiful like this, glistening with sweat and eyes glazed over as he watches his stiff cock bounce against his stomach in tandem with Sylus's movements.

"You sound so beautiful, my love," you coo sweet praise by his ear. He's putty in your hands, a little doll for you and your other consort to play with. So easily do you tilt his head back, until his Adam's apple cranes toward the ceiling and his eyes hazily focus on you. "So pretty..."

You swallow his gasp while you thumb circles around a pert nipple, pinching it between your fingers. His back arches away from the plush of your bed, seeking more. Sylus strokes along his side, petting up along his ribs. "And he's being such a good boy tonight. Don't you agree, Your Highness?"

You hum, pulling away from Zayne's mouth. Saliva glistens in a silver strand, coats his lips, tastes as sweet as the grapes he ate earlier. "He is," you agree. You push your thumb into his mouth. He sucks on it greedily, lapping at the pad of it like a dog. You pull it out with a wet pop, and rub the slick over the pretty pink bud once more, rolling it under your thumb as you finally draw a breathy moan from his throat. "What do you want for being such a good boy?"

"Taste..." he pants. His whole body shudders as he rolls his hips to meet one of Sylus's thrusts, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "Taste you, my lady... Please, I beg, let me taste you..."

With a small gesture, Sylus slows considerably. His large cock drags slowly out of Zayne's needy hole, until only the tip remains inside, before just as slowly pushing it back in. It's torture. Slow, beautiful torture. Zayne's chest heaves with pleading pants, stomach coated in the sticky precum leaking from his flushed head.

"Is that really what you want, darling?"

He nods, a tear or two finally breaking free as he aches for Sylus to ravage him again like before. Yearns to feel so close to cumming just from being fucked and cradled alone, without either of his lovers giving attention to his weeping cock.

You brush the tears away and kiss him chastely on his lips. "As you wish, my love."

He releases your arms. As you slide out from under his head, Sylus cradles Zayne's neck and leans over the man to kiss him deeply. The slick precum clings to Sylus's own stomach where it touches him. His tongue pushes deep into his partner's mouth, swallowing every sound he makes as he rolls his hips in gentle thrusts. Sylus's grunts and groans mix with Zayne's breathy sounds; both only serve to add to your desire.

You tangle your fingers in white hair and tug. It hurts, sure, but your consort has always enjoyed the pain, especially when you use it to command him in the bedroom. He starts to straighten back up, but you don't let him. Halfway up, he has to rest his hand on Zayne's chest to support himself as you kiss him roughly.

Zayne watches in a daze. The way your throats bob and tongues meet before each kiss, teeth bite at lips and pull. The furrow in Sylus's brow as he tries leaning more into you despite the pull on his hair. It's addicting. There is always something so arousing when he gets the opportunity to watch his partners enjoy each other. Something that challenges the natural possessiveness he keeps locked away, tamed only by the fact that he is a partner to you both. How could he be jealous of his own partners when he himself is just as loved and doted on by either of you?

When you finally release Sylus, his face is flushed and a smirk dances on his lips. He straightens out, returning his hold to Zayne's hip and spread legs, as you position yourself to straddle over his face. You smell divine. Saccharine and sinful. His hands grab your hips and sit you onto his awaiting mouth before you can do it yourself.

You moan at the sudden wet heat licking you. The unholy sounds of slurping as he drinks every drop of slick from your pussy. Sylus even groans at the delicious noises. "Ah- I thought this was a good boy?" You grind your cunt down onto his face. He laps at your swollen clit as his nose swipes against your dripping hole. You rest your hands on his abs for support. "Yet he takes more than his master is willing to give him."

"You blame a dog for lunging for the bone held before him?" Sylus teases. Sweat beads at his forehead, creates trails down his chest. The effort it takes not to speed up once more and take his fill is evident in the way he grips the pale flesh of your lover, digging fingertips in so harsh they will leave bruises later. "The poor pet only wanted his treat."

You huff, playing annoyed, but you can't fight your grin or your arousal any longer. "Then let's treat him, shall we?" You give Sylus a nod. Immediately, he draws back and rams forward into Zayne, so harshly his whole body shifts against the bed. His pace doesn't relent. The gleam of lubricating oil decorates his veiny cock as it pistons in and out of his tight hole. Zayne is caught between a whine and a moan as he doubles down in his efforts to taste and please you.

Sylus hooks Zayne's leg over his shoulder to reach deeper than before. Hand now free from holding said leg, he grabs your jaw and draws you into another kiss.

It's always a fight for dominance against him. You may be the Royal Highness, you may sit upon your throne, he may just be a consort - but that all means nothing in here. You fight for your own right to rule the bedroom.

He bites your lip harshly, nearly breaking the soft skin, before sucking it between his lips. You suck his upper lip into your mouth, biting just as harshly on his cupid's bow. Angling his head, he kisses you deeply, delving his tongue into your mouth, eager to claim his dominance over you tonight.

Maybe you put up a good fight, or maybe you choose to let him win. Regardless, the outcome is the same. He draws from you, hand roughly holding the back of your neck to push your face down, until you are face to face with Zayne's needy cock.

"Return the favor to our beloved," he commands in a growl. "Lick him."

Zayne can feel your cunt clench around his tongue from his order. Your hands support yourself on his thigh and hip as you obey. You lick a long stripe from the base of his dick to the head, sucking lightly at his dripping slit and prodding it with the tip of tour tongue.

"Good, Your Highness. How much can you take of him tonight, I wonder?"

His hand releases your neck to grip your hair. You have just enough time to open your mouth wide and relax your throat before you're shoved down onto his cock. It twitches against the back of your throat, blocks your airway, nearly makes you gag with the sudden intrusion.

Zayne pulls your pussy closer to his mouth as he jerks his hips upward. This time you do gag, tears springing to your eyes. Sylus lifts you up, giving you a second to breathe as he addresses Zayne. "You won't last long now, will you, pretty boy?"

He answers in the way his fingers curl against your lower back, clutch at your ass cheek. Sylus chuckles breathlessly at the sight.

"Good boy. You want me to fill you?"

This time, he whimpers pitifully. His hips jerk again.

"You want to fill her pretty mouth?"

His cock twitches against your tongue as you lightly suck around him. He whines something that almost sounds like, "Please."

"I think you've earned it."

Sylus guides your head. You bob on Zayne's dick, slower than his own thrusts, reduced to a mere toy to be commanded and controlled at his will. Zayne frees one hand to press his fingers inside your sweet pussy, so soaked he doesn't have to wait to use multiple fingers. He thrusts them into you desperately, curling them into your g-spot perfectly as he does so, but his mouth on your clit fights to keep a slower pace. The difference works to draw you quickly toward your release.

Sylus adores this. Adores watching his partners pleasure each other under his watchful eye. The drool that drips down your chin as he guides you up and down Zayne's shaft and the way you rock your hips against his face. Zayne's interspersed breaths when he can no longer go without air and his hips constantly trying to meet his thrusts and your mouth. The wet sounds of it all. The way he can watch his cock disappear into his lover, over and over, feel him clench around him as he gets closer and closer to finally reaching his orgasm. It's maddening. It's addicting. He wishes he could stay here forever.

But forever doesn't last. And it's eternally better that it doesn't.

How else would he feel Zayne clench so tightly around him as his cock twitches and shoots hot strands of his cum down your throat? How else would he hear your muffled moans and see your arching back as Zayne works you through your orgasm, fingering and sucking you until you're squirming? How else would he fuck into Zayne until his abs clench, his hips stutter, and he's buried himself as far as he can go to fill him with cum as deep as possible?

How else would he enjoy releasing you from his hold and watching the last, unswallowed bit of cum drip down onto Zayne's softening cock and messy stomach? How else would he help you roll onto the bed beside your partner to reveal Zayne's glistening chin and heaving chest? How else would he be able to slide out of his lover with a quiet hiss and watch his cum drip out of him and to the floor?

He gently lowers Zayne's leg from his shoulder and massages the tense muscles there. Zayne hums breathily to express his appreciation, still coming down from his high. You tiredly reach out for him, grabbing his arm to try pulling him down to join you. He chuckles, but does as you wish. Sweaty and messy and exhausted, and much too warm to cuddle, you all seek out each other regardless, until you're in a heap of heavy breathing and bodily fluids.

A knock sounds at the door. "Your Majesty? Lord Eldwin is requesting your presence! He wishes to discuss the-"

"Tell him kindly to choose a better time to discuss such matters!" you call back, not bothering to hide your aggravation. Your voice is slightly hoarse. She doesn't seem to notice.

"He insists, my lady! He refuses to leave until you meet with him!"

You sigh. You're in no shape to be meeting with this pompous idiot, mentally or physically.

Sylus chuckles lowly, too quietly for the handmaid to hear. "If he won't leave until you see him, then you can take as long as you want getting ready, hm?"

Zayne turns to face you, wrapping his arms around your body and pressing his face to your neck. "It would be rude to leave a lord waiting."

"It is rude to demand the time of royalty," Sylus counters, smirking. "Especially when she's so occupied with much more interesting men than Lord Eldwin."

The maid knocks again. "Your Highness?"

You huff. "I'll see him as soon as I am ready."

"Would you like any assistance, my lady?"

Before you can answer, Zayne does for you. "Ready a large bath for Her Majesty."

The maid squeaks. It's no secret you have two lovers, but she certainly did not expect to hear a man's voice reply. "Y-Yes! Of course! Right away!" She scampers off, leaving you all behind to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"How long should we make him wait?" Sylus asks.

You hum, relaxing further against your lovers. "How long do you think it would take before he gives up?"

Zayne gives you a mildly disapproving stare, but it's immediately undermined when he says, "It will take ages to wash you, Your Majesty. We must be thorough." He peppers light kisses against your shoulder with a slight grin.

"And you must decide what to wear for such an occasion." Sylus sighs with faux melancholy as he sits up in order to lay across you both. His weight combined with the mess you've all made is slightly uncomfortable, but no less welcome.

"Not to mention Her Highness will need to rest after so much strenuous activity."

"So..." you trail off. "Tomorrow, then?"

Sylus chuckles. Zayne turns his head to kiss the man's shoulder. "We'll see."

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[kimcheesiee]

he's a doctor in the day, daddy in the night 😩😩😩

THIS MAN

I am sorry I am still shock

But I am in awe too

ZAYNE IS SUCH A GENTLEMAN

The way even as him "loses control" he is protecting her from discomfort.

Topping her over but making sure the edge of table doesn't hurt her in impact

Throwing the books away so SHE can sit comfortably

Because to him that is more important than any books

Pushing her against the wall but putting his hand first for her head to hit on

Also shoving glass away if you consider how that would be uncomfortable for both parties

it’s the way Zayne is always prioritising MCs comfort to ensure she doesn’t get hurt or feel any discomfort.

It was never him acting out of character . He is still the gentleman he would be in any other given moments omfg zayne

ZAYNE THE MAN YOU ARE .

[pearlymel]

Absolute Zeal

Sum. It was finally your turn to take care of your boyfriend, until everything twists around and you both end up a mess.

Warnings. NSFW, smut, fem reader, whiney zayne yes, unprotected sex, rough sex kinda, fluff. 2.2k words.

Notes. my exams are not stopping me (yet) from releasing yet another feral zayne.

Your boyfriend was absolutely out of it.

It wasn't long before Zayne noticed the effects of the chocolate, a slow warmth coursing through his veins, a slight sluggishness creeping into his movements.

He grinned lazily at you as you helped him outside, a slight wobble to his step. You were struggling, sure. But you kept up the tough act.

The cool air outside seemed to help clear his head a bit, but he was still far from sober, "my hero," he said, his voice still slightly slurred, "taking me home in my... slightly tipsy state. You're too kind.”

“Mhm, careful as you get in.” you instruct and Zayne obliges as he stumbled into the taxi, slumping against the back seat, trying to steady himself.

His gaze remained fixed on you as you climbed into the taxi after him. His eyes roamed over your face, “thank you," he murmured, "for taking care of me tonight.”

A hand smoothens to his cheek, up to his hair to comb it with your fingers before you tilt your head to peck his cheek, your hand encouraging him to rest on your shoulder.

He closed his eyes, a contented sigh escaping him, feeling safe and cared for in your presence.

…

“wake up, honey.” you whisper into Zayne's ear to wake him up from his light slumber. His eyes blinking slowly to get back to his senses.

He leaned against you heavily, allowing you to guide him out of the taxi, a quiet murmur of thanks escaping him.

The taxi driver watched the whole interaction silently after you payed him. ah, the young. "I miss my wife." He sighed to himself before driving off.

Meanwhile, you were pitifully watching Zayne entering the wrong passcode to his own home.

His fingers fumbled against the keypad as he tried to input his passcode, his normally steady hands betraying his current inebriated state. He let out a frustrated grunt, his brows furrowing in concentration as he tried again.

"Just... need to get this thing right..."

"Let the person who actually remembers the passcode of your home to enter it." you successfully entered the passcode, the lock clicking open with a satisfying sound.

Zayne let himself be led onto the plush couch by you after taking off his coat for more movement, a deep sigh escaping him as though he were sinking into heaven itself.

He let his eyes close briefly, revelling in the comfort of the soft cushions. He cracked one eye open lazily, a soft chuckle escaping him as he watched you fuss over his coat, gently removing it and draping it on the back of a nearby chair.

And with a gentle tug, he pulled you down onto the couch with him, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

You frown, “i should go get the hangover medicine—”

But his arm tightened around your waist in protest, pulling you closer to him before you could move. "No need," he shook his head, his voice huskier now. "Stay with me," he whispered, his voice low, filled with a yearning that went beyond simple physical attraction.

"After i get the medicine, hm? You'll regret it later," though he seemed too insistent. You couldn't budge, even when he was drunk, his strength was impressive.

Zayne groaned softly, his grip on you unrelenting. He rested his head on your shoulder, his face nuzzling against your neck, "later,"

"how much more?" you ask, your fingers tracing his jawline to sort of soothe him.

He drew in a slow, steady breath, his body relaxing against you. "Just a moment more like this."

Zayne leaned into your touch, his head slightly tilting as though seeking more of your caress. His arm around your waist remained securely wrapped, holding you close, holding you like you were a precious treasure, something to be cherished.

You continue caressing his skin, moving down to his messed up buttons and tie, making him flutter his eyes shut.

Despite the alcohol, a part of him was still very much aware, very much receptive to your touch. The way you undressed him, unbuttoning his shirt to help him breathe better, felt like a gentle, loving caress.

This is no good. “On a second thought, I'll just shower," he said, attempting to smooth out his disheveled hair. "A shower will help clear my head.” Zayne stood up after taking his arms away from your body, a bit unsteady on his feet, but adamant to make it to the shower on his own. He staggered slightly, leaning against the nearest wall for support.

…

You head to Zayne's study room in the meantime to explore it a bit out of curiosity while the shower is running in the background. Your fingertips brushed over the snowman displayed on the desk neatly which makes your lips curve.

It was not long after until you hear him in the living room, opening his laptop to answer an urgent call. Listening to him speak a few words. Even in this state, Dr Zayne is working hard.

Once the call ends, you show yourself from your hiding spot, “Even Dr Zayne's showers are hurried.” you comment in amusement.

Zayne's lips quirked into a wry smile as he acknowledged your observation. "In my profession, efficiency is key," he replied, “but," he added, his tone softening slightly as he drew closer, "I can assure you, I wasn't rushing for anyone else but you." He reached out to tenderly cup your cheek, his touch gentle but firm.

“It seems that.. The shower did not clear your head.”

"I suppose," he murmured, "you're quite intoxicating even without the alcohol.”

Zayne's next sudden advance caught you by surprise.

The unexpected aggression of pulling your arm towards him made you gasp. But as his lips pressed hard against yours, a surprised sound escaping your lips before you clung to him tightly, your arms wrapping around his neck as you returned the kiss, matching his hunger with your own.

Your fingers tangled in his hair while his hands cupped your cheeks, pushing you back until you were stumbling against his desk where he caught you in time to prevent you from completely losing your balance.

His glasses steamed slightly with each gasping breath. He looked down at you once your lips part, his eyes darkening until your fingers nudged at his glasses which tipped them over slightly, yet Zayne impatiently brushed aside your hand's attempt to fix his glasses and instead took his glasses off in one swift motion.

Hot.

His lips sought yours once more, his kiss hungrier, more urgent than before as he pushed you back against his desk. The sound of books and papers scattering echoed and falling with a loud thud that you couldn't seem to care about for now.

His lips traced a path down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin there, and your chew slightly on your lower lip. His teeth nip along your collarbone, his tongue soothing the slight sting, then repeating the action again and again.

This won't do.

"… You're drunk," you bluntly state, trying to stand from the desk to walk towards the drawer, "I'm getting the hangover medicine—"

His hands darted out to grab your wrists, gently yet firmly, preventing you from moving any further, “please." His grip on your wrists remained steady, his thumbs stroking the insides of your wrists as he leaned against your chest as if you just rejected him.

“I never let myself touch alcohol,” he breathed heavily, and that's when you recognize the slight snowflakes surrounding you both.

“But for you, I broke that rule. Because of you, everything is spiraling out of control...”

…

Zayne kicked open his bedroom door, the force of it slamming against the wall and bouncing back slightly. Without breaking the heated kiss, he carried you to his king-sized bed, the plush comforter and silken sheets welcoming as he lays you down gently.

His hands were almost shaking when he pulled your top off and tossed it carelessly to the floor. His fingertips traced the swell of your breasts, the delicate curves, before cupping them gently.

He dipped his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat before he's almost whimpering while rubbing his cheek against your cleavage, the warmth seeping through your skin and it's impossibly hard to stop the soft moans when his fingertips brush mindlessly along your nipples.

You were both almost a panting mess when his hands slid down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he ground his own against yours. Even through the fabric of his pants, you could feel the evidence of his arousal, the hard length of him pressing and rubbing against your clothed cunt with such hurry.

"Wrap your legs around me," he commanded, his voice low, almost raspy before he's kissing you messily, all tongue and teeth clashing together combined with his quiet whines when he continues rutting into you.

His body shifts, an arm extending towards the drawer but you stop himself from taking anything out, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers together instead.

He feels dizzy, and his hand squeezes yours before his other hand reaches for a pillow to place underneath your hips.

comfort comes first before he starts pounding into you.

Everything was gone. your panties, his belt and boxers all discarded away from his sight while he whispers your name as he grips his shaft to push his already leaking tip into your cunt to take whole.

“O-oh zayne—” A long, drawn-out moan spilled from your lips as Zayne filled you completely, stretching you around his hard, throbbing length. Your back arched off the bed, pressing your chest flush against his own, fingers digging into the muscular expanse of his back.

He was feral. He began to move, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in, setting a rough, fast paced.

The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust, and your eyes roll all the way back as whines combined with his heavy breaths and whimpers fill the air.

“A-ah, fuck, honey—” was all you managed to spill out before he's thrusting into you harder when he felt every clench and flutter around his aching cock, the velvet heat driving him to new heights of ecstasy.

“Zayne, zayne, zayne!” you chant in repeat breathlessly, his lips tries to connect with yours when he also feels his impending release drawing too close.

“Y-your zayne is here—” he practically breathes out as he manages to peck your lips, “Mmhn c-coming—” Zayne tries to muffle his whines against your skin when his hips jerked erratically as he emptied himself inside you, wave after wave of searing hot seed spilling into you.

The feeling of Zayne's thick, pulsing cock throbbing and twitching within you made you cum instantly. Your walls clamped down around him like a vice as you rode out your shared climax, hips continuing to rock slowly into you before coming to a halt.

For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the sound of your shared breaths, the rustle of sheets, the soft thump of his heart against yours.

…

You woke up in Zayne's bed, wrapped in his arms, a soft, contented sigh escaping you as you shifted slightly, feeling his warmth against your back.

The sunlight streamed in through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. As you turned to face him, you see zayne breathe peacefully, and it brings a faint smile to your face.

He looked younger, almost boyish in sleep, his lashes casting delicate shadows on his cheeks.

His eyelashes are really long. you think, fingertips brushing over his eyelids delicately.

Zayne's eyelids soon fluttered at the light touch of your fingers, and a low, appreciative hum escaped him. He leaned into your touch, seeking more of your warmth and comfort.

Slowly, his eyes opened, a sleepy, warm look in them as he regarded you with a slow, drowsy smile. "Good morning, love,"

[kannra21]

He dresses like grandpa but I'd rather see that than addidas tracksuit dudes be fr

Zayne is so conservative and modest with his clothes, not only because he believes in modesty, but because he’s conditioning us. He wants us to be like a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time when he finally wears short sleeves.

[ynkfva]

ZAYNE EDIT WITH SIR MIX A LOT 🗣🗣🗣 i was dying to make this

pls go give me some love on ttk cuz this edit was banned 😭 lol i reposted it lets hope its not taken down again 🙏

[lavlynyan]

Whoever does the casting for the Eng VA for the main guys should be given a raise. I feel like their voices fits with the guys so much

[dpspcehntr]

Kink Series: Zayne

Rafayel || Xavier || Sylus

Pairing: Zayne x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: temperature play, inappropriate use of evol, oral (f receiving), over stimulation, fingering (f receiving), P in V, cum play, cum eating, cum fetish, cream pie, just so much cum, spitting

A/N: Welcome to part one of this series! I didn't expect to have this much fun with this but I did. These are not beta read so please be nice to me. Continuously spreading my cum fetish Zayne agenda! Also I went kinda wild with this one but I do not regret it. As always reblogs are deeply appreciated and I hope you enjoy.

In between kisses and gropes during your usual office make out sessions you asked him a simple question.

��Can you use your evol on me?”

He didn’t say much, taking your lips into his as he pulled you off his desk and into his lap.

“N-next time. We don’t have enough time tonight.”

He whispered against your lips as he unzipped the fly on your pants. For the week after, all you could think about was the feeling of ice running down your body. You tried on your own to satisfy the itch but nothing was working. You didn’t tell him anything until you found yourself with him naked on top of you kissing you on your off day. With his evol he carefully produces a layer of ice to cover his hand. You watch in excitement as he gently places the hand on your flushed body. The cold of his fingers slowly trace circles around your hard nipples leaving you dizzy with desire. Your back arches into his touch as he tugs on your nipple and takes the other in his mouth. The sensation of cold and warm leaves you breathless as you card your hands into his hair. He groans around you as you arch further into him, grazing his raging hard on with your thigh. He switches nipples, torturing you so deliciously as you moan and writhe for him. You wanted so much more from him but his slow pace was deliberate. He liked it best when you both were so worked up, one orgasm would just never be enough for either of you. You never complained, the wait only made your release feel so much sweeter. His fingertips dance over your skin lower and lower. The cold making your head spin as he drags his middle finger over your inner thigh. You’re dripping onto the sheets below as he presses his fingers into you. You try your best to thrust yourself further onto his fingers but he doesn’t budge, taking his time pushing two fingers into you. His fingers no longer covered in ice still lingering with coldness enter you fully. He presses them deep into you, hitting your g spot. You arch deeper into his touch as he slowly thrusts them in and out of you. He sets a moderate pace, giving you just enough to keep you on the edge as you beg him for more. You feel his composure slowly slipping away as you begin to clench down onto his fingers. His pace quickens as your juices gush over his knuckles and down his hand. You cry out as you ride out your high on his fingers. It’s not enough for you, you need him inside of you right at this moment.

“Zayne please. I need you.”

He shifts his position on the bed as he settles himself between your legs. He lines himself up with your entrance and looks to you. In your blissed out state you can only nod a yes as he begins to slide into you. He takes his time bottoming out, making sure you feel every single inch being thrust into you. The teasing touch of cold long lost in the thrill of being connected once again. You cry out as he pull out and thrusts all the way back inside you. He fills you up so completely, rubbing against your walls so deliciously. You can only lie there and take everything he gives you, too lost in the pleasure of him overwhelming all of your senses. You feel yourself begin to clench down on him as your orgasm quickly builds up. He continues at his pace, drawing out your edge just a bit more. Before long your release crashes over you with a rush. You ride it out as he continues to thrust into you, prolonging your release. HIs pace begins to falter, becoming more desperate. Before he can cum inside you he pulls out of you with a shudder as he paints your stomach and thighs with his cum. You whine at the loss of him but you don’t have to wait long. He leans down hovering over where he just released onto you. He carefully begins to clean up the mess, licking every single drop off of you. You whine and writhe on the bed as he finishes cleaning up the mess he made. The desire coursing through you was almost painful as you watched him swallow every drop. He’s lines himself back up with your entrance and looks up at you.

“Ready?”

He looks into your eyes looking for any hesitation.

“F-fuck. Yes.”

Overwhelmed by what you just witnessed and blissfully fucked out you greedily agree for another. He thrusts back into you completely as you arch into him. He grips your hips and thrust you back onto him as you moan out his name. It was all too much for you and another orgasm crashes over you. You can’t keep track of when the orgasms start and stop as he plows into you chasing his own high. His thrusts become irregular as his own release is close. With one more thrust he paints your insides white. He groans loudly as he comes down from his orgasm. He pulls out once more and watches his cum leak out of you. He leans down and carefully licks from your clit to your dripping hole. You buck into him as he scopes his cum out of you with his tongue. Your clit throbs as another orgasm builds up inside you. He slurps and sucks you like a madman, savoring the taste of you mixing together. His grip on your thighs tightens as he feels you clenching down on his tongue. You grip a fist full of his hair and pull hard as your orgasm crashes down on you. The pressure bursting as you squirt over his face. He doesn't let up, sucking you until your legs start shaking. One orgasm rolls into the next as your voice goes hoarse from moaning. He eventually pulls away after having his fill. He sits up and leans over you. You look into his eyes as he leans in further, inches from your lips.

"Open up."

He slits the rest of his cum and your squirt into your mouth and your swallow it greedily. You pull him in for a heated kiss, licking the taste of both of you from his mouth. You stay locked in a heated embrace before you both pull away for air. You collapse onto the bed in exhaustion as he rolls over to the spot next to you. He pulls you close for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of you in his arms.

*the next morning*

In the morning, you wake up snuggled tight into Zayne's arms. A glass of water and a bottle of pain medicine sits on your bedside table, he must've cleaned you up in the night. You ease yourself out of bed and make your way to the bathroom to freshen up. Before long you hear the door open as a sleepy Zayne trudges in. He settles into your shoulder, his arms draped loosely around your waist. He kisses your neck before looking at you in the mirror.

"Apologies for last night. I got a bit carried away in the passions of the evening."

He blushes and avoids looking into your eyes in the mirror.

"If you're talking about spitting in my mouth, I enjoyed it. No need to apologize if I liked it."

He sheepishly makes eye contact with you in the mirror and nods. You wonder what else he's capable of when the passion takes over as your cheeks flush thinking of next time.

[yjhcheri]

until the entire room becomes a biohazard

zayne night rendezvous card spoiler.

so how am i supposed to react about zayne’s sweat turning into snowflakes when he loses control over his evol? isn’t that the cutest and most dangerous thing ever?

now imagine his sweat isn’t the only fluid that can turn into little pieces of snow… imagine his cum is actually on the colder side and you can really feel it inside of you and your body does a little jolt of shock every time a new rope of cum is shot deep inside you.

i can imagine him feeling you contracting yourself because of the difference in temperature and initial shock and him cumming even more because of how tight you make yourself feel. bro is struggling twice the time now and you can’t help but loudly whine because the cold feels actually so good.

his new card is driving me insane guys.

[astracora]

Turning Point - Part 1

Characters: Poly!LADs x gn!mc (MC POV/Sylus-centric POV)

Warnings: Lots of hurt/tiny bit of comfort, Injuries, Angst, Loss of Arm, Lots of emotional struggle with disability.

Word Count: 3517

Written: 3rd January 2025

Notes: Pre-relationship with gn!MC with all LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in. Unnamed MC, but using my personal MC's basic appearance and adjusted backstory. I take some liberties with what the game offers me. I find Sylus easier to write, but all LADs are present. Don't ask me if I'm working through some stuff... I can't say I'm not. This is Pre-Cat Curse. I'll try to do the more comfort, actual communication part sometime soon.

Now Playing: The Foundations of Decay, by My Chemical Romance

Masterlist AO3

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When you close your eyes it's all you can see. The metal bar through your shoulder. The debris crushing your arm.

You can't feel it anymore.

But you can see it.

You hate Mysts. You hate EVER. You hate that you fucked up and let your guard down. Falling for a trap you're not even sure was for you, or just some fucked up experiment they'd been carrying out with their new toys.

You hate that you woke up changed, you hate that when you'd seen hospital walls you'd expected to see Caleb there like he was throughout your teen years. Or Zayne, clipboard in hand, ready to lecture you on being more careful, on taking care of yourself.

You hate that Jenna sent you home, for the foreseeable future, to recover. To do your stupid physical therapy. To sit at home and stare at yourself in the mirror. Aches and pains and phantoms lurking over your limbs, your shoulder.

You hate having to lock Mephisto out, drawing your curtains. You hate pretending you're not in, whenever Xavier comes knocking. You hate switching off your phone so Rafayel can't contact you.

You hate being this weak, useless creature.

You hate the core in your chest.

You hate what made you like this.

You hate that your instinct is to run away and hide.

A wounded cat in an alleyway, lying down in a corner, hoping the heat of your fur doesn't fade.

Hoping you don't freeze to death where no one thinks to look for you.

You hate that even when you wish someone would find you, only one person ever made sure to look, and he's gone.

You feel like you did when you watched your home disappear into flames, you feel that horrible acrid disgust in your stomach. The feeling that if you could kill what made you feel like this, you'd be alright again. You'd be able to breathe again.

The feeling that dropped you into The Nest with no concern for yourself, just a goal in mind.

The feeling that put you into Sylus' lap, gun in hand, snarling.

You feel like you did when you were told by Dr Noah that there was no cure for what lurked in your heart, that it could kill you, that no one could tell you when.

The feeling that had you abandoning any vision of a future.

The feeling that sat you in front of Caleb, wounds bleeding over his hands, because then you felt something else.

You don't have the name for them, they have been constant companions throughout your life, but you don't even know their names. You're so very tired of them, though. Wishing that they would leave you be, to let something lighter and warmer settle where they once sat.

Choosing your family, however, is often difficult.

The room is dark around you, every curtain drawn, all the lights turned off. Huddling in the corner of your bedroom, blanket wrapped firmly over your body so you can't see. Can't look and see every mottled bruise, every uneven harsh scar, every bloody bandage that you can't bear to change.

The place your arm used to be.

If you look away, if you don't stare at it, if you focus really hard, you can feel it.

You can pretend…

Even if the pain bites at your shoulder.

Even when the medication you can't make yourself take without throwing up, stares at you across the room. Where you'd thrown it in your trembling hand. Limbs so weak, walking aches every step.

You'd fallen to the floor, curled up and stayed.

You think you should be crying, but you can't seem to feel anything other than those old feelings and the pain. Like they're keeping you tethered to this reality. Chains around you, digging into your throat, tearing at soft skin.

Part of you is aware you have to keep moving, if you don't take care of yourself… you'll see Caleb sooner than you should. That he'd be sad that you stopped trying. That moving forwards is important. That there's still good you can do, meaning to be found.

It's the last logical strain of your mind that reminds you people will eventually find you, if you fade to nothing here. That they'll be hurt.

Even worse if it's Tara… Zayne… Xavier… Rafayel… Sylus…

It's only a small voice, easily ignored, in favour of fighting against the chains around your neck. Trying to keep you here, in a world you don't want to be in. In a reality that keeps ripping at you.

So you shrink in on yourself, flinching when you try to tighten a hand you've lost around the soft wool of the blanket, and curl inwards.

It has to get better. Quieter.

It has to.

—-----

Sylus stands outside the apartment door, staring at it. His knocks have gone ignored, his messages unread. Mephisto hasn't been able to even spot a hair on your head. He's not used to not knowing where you are, to not being able to keep track of you. Even if you don't respond, he at least knows if you're safe.

You've made no indication that you don't want him around, ever since that moment you'd rushed across a crossing to demand he never disappear on you, you'd not pushed him away.

He can't think of anything he's done that will have changed that. At least, he's almost sure he hasn't… The idea that he has sinks into his gut, twisting and biting like an agitated snake.

If he's to be devoured by any snake, it needs to be you and your EVOL link.

He's staring at the handle, wondering whether to snap the thing, or break into your security system. There's other hunters in the apartment block, the longer he stands out here the bigger the risk.

Of course, if he's caught breaking in… that would be another thing.

Perhaps if your balcony is unlocked, he can use his EVOL to get to you that way.

Why did he never register himself into your security system before now?

"Oi."

He's surprised that someone could sneak up on him, he's less surprised when he sees the wanted Lemurian standing behind him. Turning, the bright eyed fish is staring, "You here for any particular reason, or are you staring at doors for fun?"

Sylus can read the wariness in his eyes, he knows of your companions, he's got a good database of information about them, this one is the one with the most amount of secrets. Even parts he can't dig up. There's a small flicker of recognition in the fish's eyes as he looks at him, an acknowledgment that means Sylus has been figured out.

Though he doesn't feel a threat from it. There's recognition and then there's being made. Whatever the fish wants, it's nothing to do with him. He wonders if you've talked about him at all.

He wants to test it. "Skye." Hand extended, "I'm looking for the little kitten who lives here."

There's another flicker, and this one he doesn't understand, but it softens the glare a little bit, "Rafayel. So you're that friend of Cuties. I'm here looking for them too." This time his glare turns into a frown, disgruntled, agitated.

There's a lot Sylus can read. The fish, Rafayel, is struggling to balance all the feelings he's drowning with.

"So, have they responded to you at all?"

"No."

The frown on Rafayel's face is familiar, Sylus has seen it in his mirror, after staring at all the unread messages, after finding Mephisto without information yet again.

It's been days, and he knows he can't give you space anymore. While he respects your boundaries, he knows there's always a very real risk you could disappear. It might not always be a conscious choice you make. He doesn't want you dying in an alley alone.

If you're going to die, you're going to die with him, in his arms, with company.

He imagines those around you, feel much the same.

"Me too." This time he does hear the approach. Two sets of footsteps. When he turns, he picks out your hunter partner, and your doctor. The two look frazzled. Like they've run here.

The doctor wipes his forehead, as he looks over at Sylus and Rafayel, he doesn't have the same reaction to him that Rafayel did, but his sharp features are not welcoming. The hunter on the other hand, stops, hand flashing in light, and Sylus gets a jolt of 'danger', before it fades.

Bright blue eyes widen a little bit, and then the hand relaxes, looking at the little crow phone charm dangling from Sylus' phone that sits in his hand. Quiet. Lonely.

"Why are you here?" The edge doesn't leave the hunters voice, but the words are aimed specifically at Sylus.

He lets himself laugh, a huff of air, rather than any real humour, "Now, now Crown Prince. I'm not the enemy. I'm… a friend."

He watches the hand tense, light flickering again, blue sharpening into ice. Ah, Philos. Always did make the most easily tormented creatures.

"Crown Prince?" The doctor turns his head to the hunter, who huffs, turning his head away.

"We have more important things to think about now, don't we?" Sylus offers, somewhat a truce. If he can get to his kitten, he doesn't really care if he has to tolerate the prince. Or the fish… or the doctor with the pretty forest eyes.

There's bigger problems. The door.

The hunter wavers, looking at the door, protective, ready to fight if he has to. Sylus thinks he resembles a knight, more than a prince. Perhaps they all are in some way. Rushing to the door of their reckless little hunter.

"Are you-"

"Friends." Sylus interrupts the doctor, "Skye."

"Rafayel."

The prince stays quiet, introductions clearly done in the past.

The doctor nods, "Zayne, I've heard of you all. Very well." He indicates the files he's holding, "We have returned from the Association. They were injured in the line of duty, they were sent to a specialist, and have since returned and been taken off active duty until they have fully recovered."

Injured.

Taken off active duty.

Sylus tries to take the information in, but he gets distracted by the tense line of the doctor's jaw.

"You're angry."

The doctor blinks, turning his head away a little, "I don't know what you mean."

Rafayel peeks over, head tilted, "I'd be angry too, if as their doctor, cutie didn't come to me."

Ah, he watches Zayne glare at the fish, before he straightens himself out, so that's it. The doctor feels unwanted.

Helpless.

Sylus is familiar with the feeling, even if he hates it. He has to defeat it. He has to make sure this does not happen again.

"Well, best go greet kitten then."

He hears someone mutter, "Kitten?" behind him, but he's buoyed by the information that his kitten isn't just running away from him needlessly. You need help, you need support. You're hurt.

So he reaches over to the security lock on your door, and with his EVOL, crushes it inside out. Pushing the door open.

"Well shit." The fish speaks, "You really are him, huh?"

"The one and only, fish." Sylus shoots back, but doesn't stop. Pushing through the door and entering the apartment.

He makes a note to fix your door as soon as this is over.

It's no surprise Mephisto can't see you, the place is dark. His eyes flicker around the room, he hears the doctor knock into something, and the prince uses his EVOL to give them a floating star to illuminate.

Sylus feels like he should be making notes, these people are the closest people to his kitten, other than the other hunters you're closest to. Every bit of information he has about you, builds that puzzle up, but he notices blood on the floor.

Bandages torn and ripped.

Things knocked off sides, scattered to the floor.

"Cutie?" The fishes voice rises in concern, moving ahead of them, to walk over to the bedroom.

There's a twitch to Sylus' fingers that is unfamiliar. Fear making his EVOL flicker and flare, ready. He thinks it's close to fury.

Whoever did this, he'll find, and he'll make sure they can never do it again.

When they enter the bedroom, you're there. Curled on your side, blanket soaked through with sweat and blood. Eyes flickering around you weakly. Zayne stops walking, picking up a prosthetic from where it's been thrown across the room. Hands shaking as he turns it, then turns his gaze back to you.

Sylus is hard to throw off, he's not used to seeing you hurting. You have often hidden your wounds from him, he's always had to follow you, or chase you down to be there when you need a hand. You push him away if he gives you the choice, when it comes to support. You fiercely lick your own wounds, and pretend you're fine.

He remembers the snarl in your throat when you pressed a gun to his head, demanding absolution and justice for the death of those you cared about.

Despite his aching heart for the way you hissed 'Monster' at him, your fire was always delicious to taste. Even if it scorched his mouth.

You were never this. This small, shivering kitten, huddling further away from him when he steps forwards. A hurt, broken mewl out of your mouth.

The light flicks on, and you cry out, covering yourself fully with the blanket. Struggling in the process.

It gives him a chance to really take everything in, and he wishes the light had stayed off.

A bloody handprint is on the floor, before it drags away, like a claw. There are old bandages, caked in blood and dried up, around you. Medication packets thrown across the room. Your blanket is dirty and the smell indicates you haven't moved, or showered, or done anything but ache and bleed.

He wants to approach you, but the shivering… he looks at the doctor, "Do something." His voice isn't as hard as he wants it to be, it's fragile and… weak, and he doesn't want it to be weak. He needs to be strong, he has to be strong. You need him to be strong.

Zayne doesn't need urging, he approaches you carefully, a hand settles gently on your blanketed form. You jerk away, a dry sob ripping its way out of your misused voice.

"Darling. Come on, let me see."

Rafayel and Xavier hover on the edges. Sylus thinks he might look like them. Unsure, worried, trembling. Fear in their gut.

So this is what love can do, when it hurts.

You always bring new things into his life, he just wishes it was not at your expense.

At your pain.

Sylus grabs the prince's wrist, "Come."

Xavier tenses, but nods stiffly, following him. Rafayel looks at you, as Zayne coaxes you from the blanket to check on you, and though his feet struggle to move, he follows as well.

When he has led them into another room, he begins to pick things up off the floor. "Help me." He doesn't offer anything else, this is too much even for him. He doesn't want to open his feelings up to them, no matter how important they are to you. He needs to do something, though, and until he can get information out of you, he can't deal with who hurt you.

He can't do what he wants to do. Bleed, and rip, and tear, and destroy.

He can't burn whatever touched you.

Sylus is relieved when they follow him, the hunter knows where things are in your home. The fish busies himself with looking through your fridge for anything that past its best by date. He doesn't find anything, so orders from his phone.

They have to eat, he'd muttered to himself.

Sylus has never heard a siren's voice break before.

He wonders if you sound as beautiful when you cry, and let him hear.

The cleaning is methodical, though the scent of your blood doesn't ease away. He has to open a window, to air the place out, before it stops suffocating him. He's irritated by the hunger it incites in his stomach. Like he wants to bury his face into the bloody bandages and taste them.

A feeling of greed and hunger he doesn't seem able to fully get rid of. No matter how much he wants to need you in every other way than this.

When food arrives, Rafayel takes it into the kitchen, easing himself into cooking basic fish soup. The smell replaces the scent of blood, and Sylus can breathe easier.

While the fish and the prince are busy, and the worst of the mess is cleaned. Including broken shards of glass, and smashed photo frames. Sylus walks closer to the bedroom. He wants to just clean up the mess in there, so you can exist, and not see blood everywhere. Instead, he finds you, blanket pulled down, while the doctor wipes blood from around your shoulder.

His feet pause, and he meets your mismatched eyes. Scars ripping through the side of your face.

"Kitten." He exhales, and watches as you flinch, trying to bury yourself back in the blanket. The doctor takes your face in his hands, breathes with you, and soothes the hackles rising.

"It's alright."

"Don't look." You croak out, pleading at Sylus, both of them. Begging them not to see you.

He sighs, and he approaches, kneeling in front of you, hand reaching out to take your one. Soothing the flinch, the hair raising, with a steady pressure of his thumb against your skin. "Now kitten, I always want to look at you. You know that."

Your eyes glisten with tears, before you look back at Zayne, sniffling through the pain, "Hurts."

The doctor nods, "I'll need to resuture some of your wounds, I brought my tools with me, but you will need to go back into the hospital for checkups." When you try to pull away, both he and Zayne keep a handle on you. So you can't escape, so you can't fall back. So you can't stumble.

"You also need to start your therapy, if you avoid it, you will struggle even more."

"No." You snap, biting at the bit. Sylus thinks if you had a dragon's teeth, you'd sharpen them against their flesh. "I don't want it, I don't need it."

"You do need it." The doctor's brow furrows, frustration coming through his face. At himself? At you? At this situation? Sylus' couldn't tell, maybe all of it. "You need to take care of yourself."

They're both surprised when you hiccup, when your sob lets itself out. When you fall forwards. He watches your shoulder flinch, and your hand pulls out of his to cover your face, and you shatter.

Sobbings, breaking, choking on air.

He isn't sure what he's supposed to do, but he doesn't get much time to think. You're pulled forward by the doctor, into both of their arms, due to how close they are. His arm hooks around you, balancing you, so they both can hold you. The smell of blood tickles his nose again, but this time, he buries his nose in your neck. You smell like they've pulled you back from decaying, and it hurts the heart he gave to you so many years ago.

Eventually you settle, breathing again for them, fingers trembling where your hand is trapped between their bodies.

When you pull away, tears have streaked down your face, smearing dirt across your cheeks. Zayne reaches his hand out to wipe away some of it, but he lets out a soft sigh, "We need to get you cleaned up so I can take care of you."

Your eyes downcast, staring at the floor. You look ashamed, and it bites at Sylus' heels, so he presses a kiss against your cheek. Which makes the look morph to shock. "We can get the fish if that helps, I'm sure he'll make sure you don't drown."

The nod is weak, tired and worn, even though he watches your eyes flicker to your wounds, to your shoulder, back to him. Like you're realising it means someone else seeing you.

He wishes you'd see yourself the way he sees you. The way he can tell the doctor sees you. The way he's sure the prince and the fish see you.

It's not enough to tell you, though, you have to learn it yourself. So he stands, stopping momentarily when your hand tightens against his shirt, eyes widening. He watches the scar tissue tug, he watches the hand tremble where its grasping him. So he puts his over it, "I'm not leaving, kitten. When you're clean, when you're stitched back up, we'll talk, and eat. Alright?"

Sylus feels the heat settle around his heart, like your hand is holding it, when you nod. A tiny bit of fire returning to you.

To the tenacious light of your eyes.

[bunbun-mochi]

Being Followed

Pairing: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus x MC

Warning: Fluff

Preview: You were being followed and in the state of panic, you decide to contact your boyfriend

You went to do a small grocery shopping. On the way there, you have a gut feeling that you are being followed. You walked around the block, turning right four times. And indeed, the person behind you was turning when you did. Panicked, you called the only person you can think of...

Xavier

☆It took him a few rings for him to pick up. His voice is gloggy, like he just woken up.

☆"Hello? Starlight?"

☆Immedietly jumping to his feet and teleporting to you once he heard you were being followed.

☆Walk the entire way to the grocery store and back with you.

☆"Next time, bring me with you."

Zayne

❅Zayne would pick up when he isn't doing surgery or consulting with patients.

❅"Hello, sweetheart."

❅He will tell you to go to a crowded area while he jumps into the car and drives over to you.

❅He will tend to groceries when he has the chance so you don't need to leave the house by yourself

❅If he is in surgery or consulting a patient, he won't be able to pick up the phone. In that case, you might have to call Dr. Greyson or someone else instead...

Rafayel

｡ﾟWhen he's bored, he will pick up right away. But when he's busy, it might take a few more calls to get him to pick up.

｡ﾟ"Hey cutie!"

｡ﾟWill drop whatever he is doing to get to you. Middle of painting? Can come back later. Presenting his art? You're more important.

｡ﾟ"How about we just order groceries and have them deliver it to us instead?"

｡ﾟThomas is definitely on his ass about it, telling him to finish the painting or stop leaving the art exhibition.

Sylus

𓄿Mephisto already reported to Sylus the moment the person is following you

𓄿Sylus already on his way to you so when you called, he's already there.

𓄿Went to the grocery store with you while Luke and Kieran interrogate the suspicious person

𓄿"Next time ask me to grocery shop for you. You don't want to bother me? No problem, I can just hire someone to do it then."

[leighsartworks216]

Oh to be having a rough time and asking Zayne and Sylus to take care of you and they readily agree. And usually things with them are so hot and desperate, but they take their time. They kiss you gently, work together to undress you, lay you back and make sure you're comfortable

Zayne kissing along your jaw, down your neck, to your collarbones and chest. Languid, open-mouthed, leaving a wet trail of saliva behind. Sylus's large hands, calloused and warm, rubbing your legs tenderly as he kisses your inner thighs. Loving praise spills from both of their mouths as readily as sand slipping through an hourglass. Reassurances, promises that you'll be okay, that they've got you, that they're here for you

Sylus slowly licking where you need him most, taking his time with you. Hot breath against your sensitive skin. Peppered kisses left all over, until you're whimpering and whining for more. Sylus continuing to work you with his tongue as Zayne reaches down to assist with his hand. Long fingers, cooler than Sylus's, stroking and rubbing you, working in rhythms and patterns that Sylus follows along with to draw out the most pleasure

If you specifically want one of them to kiss you, they'll gladly adjust positions to fulfill your desires. If you want Zayne's breathy, needy kisses, he'll gladly lean up and capture your lips, over and over, the wet sound of your kisses separated by his hushed breaths. If you need Sylus's long, slow, deep kisses, Zayne will take his spot and he'll replace Zayne's hand with his own, so they he can give you just that, covering your eyes with his other hand to help you relax and let go even more

If you try to reach for their bulges, they deflect your hand, interlacing your fingers together or holding your wrist while stroking your pulse. Unless you really want to put in the effort, tonight is all about taking care of you. They can take care of each other later it they really wan, after they're sure you've gotten exactly what you needed

If Zayne's up by your face, he starts kissing your neck by your ear when he can tell you're getting close. Talks you through it so sweetly, encourages you not to force your orgasm back, to let it completely wash over you. Touches you until you're just starting to get overstimulated, while Sylus happily licks the mess clean with hums of appreciation vibrating against your skin

If Sylus is up by you, he readjusts to wrap an arm around you, keeping you close to his body as he continues to touch you. Tells you how good you're being, how proud of you they are, how much they love you. Would be so happy to count you down or whisper even more words in your ear to bring you to your orgasm; whatever you need from him, he'll provide, always. Holds you as you shake in his arms from your orgasm, praising you even more, telling you to give them everything. Continues rubbing you until you're whimpering and beginning to squirm. Zayne gives you little kisses all over, your thighs, your hips, even a few on your core, though he is careful not to overwhelm you too much

They'll make you orgasm as many times as you ask, as many times as you need, until you're well and truly spent. They work together to clean you up, wiping you with warm wet cloths. If you cried at all, for whatever reason, they'll gently brush your tears from your cheeks, clean your face. They'll lay with you until you're asleep, ensuring you are well and truly taken care of

Some nights, they'll take care of themselves alone after, going to the bathroom and cleaning up so they can come back, trade off, and go to bed with you. Other nights, they'll slip off together, quietly spend their time satisfying each other, clean up, and join you once more. If they're worried about leaving you alone or about waking you up, they'll just stay right there. They can deal with it later if they must, but you come first right now

There will be nights when Sylus needs the two of you to take care of him, and nights when Zayne needs the attention of his partners. But you're all always there for each other, always

[just-a-pinch-of-salt]

I couldn’t resist and made a portrait with all four boys. (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) Gotta show love to all of them, after all!

Xavier was so tricky to get right with the limited options in the picrew, but I did my best...!

guys look at this freakin picrew i’m gonna scream