#anyways they are obsessed with each other as they should be

[genshinluvr]

Love Me, Touch Me, Eat Me

Pairings: Various Love&Deepspace Men x reader (Caleb x reader, Rafayel x reader, Zayne x reader, Sylus x reader, Xavier x reader— separate)

Summary: You love him, and he loves you. You love the way he makes you feel, how he shows his love for you. You love the little things he does for you, and he loves every little thing about you. You also love how he buries his cock deep inside you— almost as much as he loves the feeling of your gummy walls around him.

Note: Wowie, my first Love&Deepspace smut! I was heavily debating if I wanted the LADS men to run a train on reader or if I should just make it into a separate smut where each man gets their smut portion. I had the spinning wheel choose the fic style and the order in which they were. Due to the contents in this fanfic, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! If anyone is interested in joining, my Discord server is currently open. If you're interested in joining a small community of people who play LADS alongside Hoyoverse games, I'll provide the server link at the end of this fic. Anyway! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr), Ko-Fi (also Genshinluvr/Aaliah_exo), and AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Horribly written smut, PiV sex, mirror sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, doggy style, cowgirl, bath sex, vaginal fingering, double penetration, anal sex, Rafayel has two cocks, slight exhibitionism, missionary, mating press.

Word Count: 6.5k

Sometimes, words aren’t enough to express how much you love each other. You love how he makes you feel, how much he cares about you, and how he shows his love and care for you. Whenever you return from a long and tiring mission, he’s the first one to greet you when you return to Linkon City. When it’s raining and you forgot to bring an umbrella, he has an umbrella ready to go, shielding you from the raindrops. 

Whenever it’s his birthday, you make sure to go all out for him. You make sure to invite all of his close friends and colleagues to the birthday party before straying away from the party to spend some alone time with him. The way he gazes at you with love and gratitude, wrapping his arms around your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck, whispering “happy birthday” into his ears, kissing his cheeks.

Every time you return from a solo mission, the first thing he does (aside from twirling you around in his arms and kissing your lips) is to check for any injury on your body. No matter how small the injury, he’s hovering around you, making sure you’re okay. The one time when you sustained a near-fatal injury almost sent him into a frenzy. When you regained your consciousness, he was by your side, holding your hands and making sure you were comfortable. You reach up and rub his furrowing eyebrows, watching the creases slowly smooth over before he lets out a relieved sigh, burying his face into your neck.

“I thought I lost you,” he whispers, tightening his arms around you while making sure not to hurt you in the process.

You kiss the crown of his head, running your hands through his hair. “Can’t get rid of me that easily,” you joke, resting your chin on his head.

The fear of losing you is greater than anything he can imagine. He would rather lose everything than lose you.

You are absolutely obsessed with him, and he’s obsessed with you. Probably more than you are with him, but who’s keeping track? He loves the feeling of your soft and gentle touch against his skin, the way you run your fingers through his hair, and the way your hand is much smaller compared to his. 

There are times when you would initiate a play fight with him, just to see something. You wanted to see if you could dominate someone as big as he is, and you’re certain you can very much do that. Sometimes he lets you win so that he can see the adorably huge smile plastered on your face while you loudly cheer and declare victory.

You stand over him, both hands propped on your hips with your chest puffed out. “I’m the winner! I am officially stronger than you!” You said, poking the tip of his nose.

He grabs you by the wrist, leaning on the couch with a lazy smile. “Yeah, you got me. How should I reward the winner, hm?” 

You contemplate, looking away from your prey. With you distracted, he takes that opportunity to pull you forward. Your breath gets caught in your throat when you stumble forward, falling on top of him. You look down at him, playfully glaring at him while he smirks up at you. Before you open your mouth to say something, he flips you over onto your back, pinning you to the couch with your arms above your head. His large hands easily cover your much smaller ones. 

You glare up at him, blowing the strands of hair away from your face. “That’s not fair! I was distracted!”

He lightly boops your nose with a teasing grin. “Tsk, tsk. Never take your eyes away from the enemy.”

You continue to glare at him, staring holes into his skull. The man above you laughs, leaning down, his face mere inches away from yours. You gulp, the glare you once had on your face quickly melts into something more… meek. It’s cute, really— seeing a kitten retract her claws when a much bigger predator comes into light. 

- Caleb: - 

Caleb loves eating you out, and when he does it, he makes sure you enjoy it as much as he does. He loves feeling you squirm underneath him, legs pinned against your chest while he buries his face into your dripping cunt. The sounds you make while he licks and slurps your juices drive him insane.

Your fingers are tangled in his soft, black hair, biting down on your lips to keep the noises to a minimum. “Fuck, Caleb~” you whine, thighs feeling sore due to having it pinned against your chest for who knows how long now. “I don’t know how much longer I’ll last.”

The thought of you cumming in his mouth for the third time motivates him to continue what he’s doing. Your back arches as you feel the familiar feeling in your lower abdomen. It’s like a knot that is getting tighter and tighter as you approach your orgasm. Only this time, it’s different because you feel overstimulated.

“Caleb, I’m going to cum!” You whine, grip tightening on his hair.

Caleb releases your left leg and begins to pinch and roll your clit, occasionally tugging on your engorged bundle of nerves, sending shockwaves throughout your trembling body. You let out a choked moan, tensing underneath Caleb when your orgasm hits you like a train. When you go completely limp on your bed, Caleb proceeds to slurp up your juices while occasionally taking your clit in his mouth and sucking on them.

You lightly push his shoulder. “You’re going to overstimulate me even more,” you whine, squinting at Caleb.

Caleb laughs, pressing a kiss on the side of your thigh before kneeling. “Oh? I thought you liked being overstimulated. Last time I checked, you challenged me to see how many times I can get you to cum—”

“I know, but not just by eating me out, you panty sniffer!” You whine.

Caleb stares at you, mouth agape. Wait, did he hear you correctly? You and Caleb stare at each other in silence. Caleb scoffs, shaking his head while poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. There’s no way in hell you know about him sniffing your panties while you’re away and he’s doing your laundry. Caleb pretends not to hear what you call him before flipping you over on your stomach.

Caleb chuckles, shaking his head as he adjusts you to get on your elbows and knees. “You really like pushing my buttons, don’t you, pipsqueak?” Caleb asks, smacking your ass.

You yelp in surprise and look at Caleb over your shoulder. “Yeah, and what about it? You love it.” You stick your tongue out at Caleb.

You don’t hear a response from Caleb. Instead, you feel something warm and hard brushing up against your thighs. You unintentionally shudder at the feeling while Caleb parts your legs. You face the bedframe, mentally prepping for what’s to come.

Caleb grabs his hard cock, strokes it a few times before pressing it against your sopping wet heat. You gasp and squeeze your eyes shut when you feel Caleb slowly sink his cock into your dripping cunt. You grasp onto the bedsheets, clenching your jaws when the stretch continues as Caleb sinks further into you.

“Fuck,” you and Caleb gasp.

Caleb slowly leans forward, covering your body with his, and pressing his chest against your back. He wraps his arm around your waist, burying his face into your neck when every inch of him is inside you. Caleb gives you time to adjust to his size, feeling you tremble in his arms and your gummy wall pulsing around his dick.

Caleb lets out a breathy laugh. “You’re squeezing me really hard, there, pipsqueak.”

“You’re balls deep inside me, and you’re calling me pipsqueak?” You whimper, trying to adjust to the size of Caleb’s cock.

Caleb unwraps his arm around your waist before grabbing onto your right leg, folding it to your chest before slowly pulling his cock out of you. Caleb doesn’t completely pull his cock out of your warm entrance, he leaves only the tip inside for about thirty seconds before slamming back into you. You cry out, your walls squeezing his member.

Caleb continues to hover over you while thrusting into your squelching cunt. Caleb’s trying so hard to hold back from fucking you into the mattress. The sound of skin-to-skin contact fills the once-quiet air, along with the sounds of your gasps, moans, and whimpers. Both his hands make their way to your waist, grabbing your waist with an iron grip.

“You’re so tight,” Caleb mutters through clenched teeth.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when the tip of Caleb’s cock hits your g-spot, making you shudder and gasp. Caleb sends one hard thrust into your cunt, causing both your arms to give out from underneath you.

“Ha~ sorry, pipsqueak. I couldn’t help myself,” Caleb pants, now lying on top of you.

Before you can retort, Caleb quickens his thrusts into your dripping cunt. You dig your nails into Caleb’s arms, squealing when the mushroom tip of his cock repeatedly batters your cervix. You feel Caleb wrap his hand around your neck, pulling you up against his chest while he continuously thrusts into you.

Caleb’s chest heaves with every breath. “You like that, don’t you? You were begging for it, and now that I’m giving you what you want, are you satisfied?” Caleb whispers into your ears.

You bite down on your lips, drawing blood. “Mmhm! I… I…” You trail off, your eyes nearly crossing when he hits the same spot with his cock.

Caleb snickers, burying his face into your neck before licking a stripe up your neck. “That’s not an answer, [Y/N]. Use your words.” Caleb coos.

“Fuck! Yes! Yes, I like it, Caleb!” You wail, writhing in his arms as he continues to pistons his thick cock into your abused hole. 

There’s no way in hell you’ll last another hour. Caleb made you cum twice already and you’re feeling overstimulated, your cunt feels raw and sore with how hard and fast Caleb’s thrusting into you. Satisfied with your answer, Caleb bites down on your neck and continues plowing into you with no remorse, chasing his impending orgasm that’s rapidly approaching.

- Xavier: -

“Xavier, what if someone walks by and sees us?” You whimper, tightening your legs and arms around his waist and neck.

Xavier ignores your question as he continues to pounds his cock deep inside you. You arch against Xavier’s chest, body tingling with each thrust. Both you and Xavier are still mostly dressed— you’re wearing a sheer white dress, your panties discarded to the side, on the ground in your apartment. Xavier’s gray slacks are unzipped and pulled down to his mid-thigh; his white button-up shirt is unbuttoned, revealing his bare chest, covered in a thin layer of sweat. Xavier thrusts up into your cunt, making you gasp out loud and tug on his damp hair. 

“Oh, fuck! Xavier~!” You moan, head falling onto his shoulder.

All you can hear is Xavier’s panting, and soft grunts as he spears you onto his cock repeatedly. His grip around your waist tightens, his knuckles turning white. Xavier stops thrusting into you momentarily, carrying you away from the window, much to your relief. Your cunt involuntarily clenches around his thick cock, sending tingles throughout Xavier’s body.

Much to your dismay, Xavier unsheathes his member from your sweltering hole and tosses you onto your couch. You bounce and prop yourself up on your elbows, chest heaving up and down with every breath you take.

You watch Xavier toss his shirt haphazardly somewhere in your living room before pulling both his boxers and slacks down to his ankles. You gulp, can’t help but be mesmerized by how his cock bounces over slight movement. When Xavier completely strips himself bare, he looks at you through his thick lashes, locking eyes with you.

Heat rushes to your cheeks immediately, making you look away shyly. Xavier walks over to the edge of the couch, grabs your ankle, and yanks you towards the edge of the couch. You squeal and stare up at Xavier with wide eyes, feeling yourself clench around nothing. God, you love it when Xavier manhandles you around like a ragdoll.

“You’re still dressed,” Xavier comments, eyeing the white slip dress you’re still wearing.

You clear your throat, tucking your unruly hair behind your ears. “Was I supposed to take the dress off?” You feign ignorance, pressing your lips into a thin line to prevent yourself from grinning from ear to ear.

Xavier hums, sliding his hand up your thigh and close to your swollen, wet cunt. “Do you, perhaps, need help with taking it off?” Xavier asks innocently, his blue eyes flickering to your face, waiting for your response.

He’s staring at you with those puppy-dog eyes of his. Those damn eyes, he knows what he’s doing. Xavier can easily manipulate you into thinking he’s harmless, only for him to do irreparable damage to your insides. And you let him do it every time he wants to, because how can you not?

You sigh, running your fingers through your hair. “It’s a little hard to take off, if I’m being honest. Can you help me take it off—” 

You’re cut off by Xavier grabbing the end of the white slip dress, yanking it over your head. You’re now bare naked on your couch, legs spread wide open for Xavier. Xavier tosses the dress over his shoulders before crawling on top of you. You lie down on the couch, staring up at Xavier as he situates himself over you. Xavier gently brushes your hair with his fingers and kisses your forehead. You do the same with Xavier, smiling up at your beloved.

He leans down, close to your ears, asking, “Are you ready? Can I continue where I left off?”

“Yeah, I’m ready. You can continue,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around Xavier’s shoulders and kissing his jawline.

Xavier kisses the side of your head. “Good,” he murmurs, grabbing the base of his cock and lines it up in front of your entrance.

You and Xavier gaze into each other's eyes. Xavier pumps his cock, lightly tapping the bulbous tip of his cock on your cunt, coating his cock with your juices. Your heart races against your chest, anticipating Xavier’s cock breaching your entrance. Xavier slowly slides the tip of his member into your entrance, earning a soft gasp from you.

Even though Xavier was ravaging your insides not even ten minutes ago, the feeling of Xavier’s thick cock breaching your entrance again continues to feel foreign to you. Xavier’s eyes roll to the back of his head the more he sinks his cock further into your gummy entrance. Halfway into sinking his cock into you, Xavier suddenly slams the rest of his member into you, earning a choked gasp from you.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” Xavier mutters, burying his face into your neck.

You tighten your arms around Xavier’s neck, wrap one leg around his waist, and press him up against you. You dig your nails into his back, letting out a hiss when he slowly pulls out before plunging his cock back into your squelching hole. Xavier gulps and slowly moves his face down to where your boobs are before latching his lips onto your nipples, sucking and swirling his tongue over your perky nipples.

The pace of Xavier’s thrusts gradually becomes faster. You’re whimpering beneath him, clenching from the intrusion, sopping wet from previous activities, tits bouncing with each thrusts. You swear to the gods that the more Xavier plunges his member into you, your walls will remember every vein and ridges on his cock.

Xavier releases your nipple with a wet pop, crashing his lips onto yours, and slipping his tongue into your mouth. You tangle your fingers into Xavier’s hair, lightly tugging on his soft hair. Xavier moans and whimpers into your mouth when your gummy walls squeezes his cock. You break the kiss, crying out in ecstasy when the tip of his dick punches your cervix.

At this point, you and Xavier have been going at it like rabbits. Xavier tosses your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half. The new position triggers something in you, forming a tight knot in your lower abdomen as Xavier continues hammering his cock into you. You don’t think you can last much longer, and knowing Xavier, he can last way longer than you can. If he has to make you cum more than five times just to be able to chase his release, then that is what he will do.

- Rafayel: -

You and Rafayel sit in his bathtub, your back is pressing up against his chest. The water in the bathtub reaches up to your chest. Both you and Rafayel returned from Rafayel’s art exhibit not too long ago and have decided to take a bubble bath as a way to end the night. Just when you thought it was going to be a relaxing bubble bath with your boyfriend, you’re wrong. As always. What did you really expect?

You lay your head on Rafayel’s shoulders, a soft gasp escaping your lips when Rafayel inserts his index and middle finger into your entrance. “Rafayel~! You said we were going to have a relaxing bubble bath,” you whine, heat rushing to your cheeks.

Rafayel plants kisses up your neck, hiding his smug smile. “What do you mean, cutie? This is relaxing, no?” Rafayel asks nonchalantly, pulling his fingers out of your cunt before plunging them back in, earning a choked moan from you. Rafayel’s no music critic, but the sounds you’re making are nothing but music to his ears. 

You bite your lips, grabbing onto his arms beneath the bubbly water. “I should’ve seen this coming. Every time we take a bath together, you’re either knuckles deep inside me, or you’re balls deep inside me,” you mutter, cracking your eyes open to look at him.

The tips of Rafayel’s ears and the apples of his cheeks are bright red. You can’t tell if it’s from arousal or embarrassment. Rafayel doesn’t respond to you and proceeds to part your legs open with his unoccupied hand, raising your right leg and placing it on the edge of his bathtub. Rafayel continues to thrust his fingers into your cunt, his thumb pressing down and rubbing your throbbing, engorged clit, sending shockwaves throughout your body. 

You gasp, nails digging into his arms. “Fuck, Rafayel.” You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as Rafayel increases his pace.

“Gods, do you know what you’re doing to me?” Rafayel pants, closing his eyes and sucking on your neck, leaving hickies behind.

You’re so occupied by the feeling of Rafayel fingering you that you almost failed to notice his cocks becoming erect at the sounds of your moans and the mere thought of ravaging your insides. You reach behind your back, grabbing onto one of his cocks and start pumping it. Rafayel unlatches his mouth from your neck and hisses, burying his face into your collarbone, now knuckles deep inside your pussy.

You slowly stroke Rafayel’s cock, squeezing and rubbing the head of his member. Rafayel hisses, nearly whimpering when you gently rub the tip. His reaction makes you pause, worried that you might’ve done something to elicit that reaction from him. Rafayel grabs your hand and continues to have you stroke his member, shaking his head, the flush on the apples of his cheeks and tips of his ears redder than ever.

“I’m fine, cutie. Don’t stop now,” Rafayel pleads, giving you the puppy-dog eyes.

You gaze at Rafayel, his eyes glazed over with pleasure and need. To Rafayel’s dismay, you release his cock before cupping his face in your hands. Rafayel closes his eyes and leans forward, pressing his lips against yours, practically devouring your lips. Rafayel takes his fingers out of your cunt, grabbing you by the waist before pulling you onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, now straddling his waist.

Rafayel grabs his cock, lining it up in front of your throbbing pussy. He slowly lowers you onto his cock, breaching your entrance, his member now buried in your gummy walls. Rafayel moans into the kiss, unintentionally slamming you down onto his cock when he’s barely halfway inside you. You break the kiss with a loud gasp, your head thrown back, back arching, boobs pressing against his chest. 

You whimper, “Oh, fuck, Rafayel.” Your body tenses up because of the stretch, before ultimately collapsing against his chest with a mewl. 

Rafayel bites his lower lip, his eyes rolling back as he rests his head against the edge of the tub. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size, rubbing your hipbone with his thumbs. Rafayel’s tempted to insert his second cock into you, but he knows that would be too soon and you’re not yet prepared for it. Maybe after he gets you to cum once, then he’ll reconsider. But for now, he’ll have to accept the current situation. 

“You’re the horniest man I know,” you mumble, looking up at him.

Rafayel opens his eyes and looks down at you, staring at you blankly. “You know other horny men?” Rafayel asks.

You and Rafayel stare at each other, not saying a word. It’s not like you know other horny men, but your statement stands! You can’t do anything without Rafayel wanting to bury his cock inside you 24/7. Heck, maybe someone’s going to have to surgically remove Rafayel from your pussy because that man will not want to pull out at all. 

Rafayel shakes his head. “I’m going to let what you said slide for now. I’m too horny right now.” Rafayel states, sitting up straight and adjusting you in his lap. Before you can retort, Rafayel grabs you by your ass cheeks and starts bouncing you on his pulsing cock. You bury your face into his neck, letting Rafayel guide you up and down on his large member. Sometimes you forget that a certain part of Rafayel’s body isn’t the average human size. 

Instead of one cock like a human man, Rafayel has two. His cock has these bumps and ridges that scrapes the inside of your cunt so good, adding extra pleasure to your love making. The tip of his cock isn’t bulbous for the most part— the tip of his cock, the very tip of it, has a point. It’s certainly not sharp, but it does make Rafayel hit your cervix easily. 

Each time Rafayel hits your cervix, you swear that you feel him in your guts. Rafayel pauses for a moment, grabbing his neglected second cock and lining it up against your ass. You stare at Rafayel, eyes bleary with lust and confusion.

Rafayel swallows the lump in his throat. “Let’s try something new, cutie. Are you down for it?” Rafayel whispers, rubbing the tip against your asshole. 

You nod, too drunk on his cock to answer properly. 

Rafayel smiles and kisses your temple. “That’s my girl.” He murmurs, slowly sinking his second cock into your ass with a grunt. Rafayel said that he was going to fuck you with his second cock after he gets you to cum the first time, but fuck. He can’t resist any longer and needs to fill both your holes with his cocks, and luckily for him, you’re taking it like a good girl.

- Zayne: -

“Dr. Zayne? Do you have a minute to spare?” Dr. Greyson asks from behind Zayne’s closed office door.

You and Zayne stare at each other like a deer caught in headlights. Zayne’s shirt is unbuttoned, and his pants and boxers are unzipped and pulled to his ankles. You, on the other hand, are on your knees before the Cardiac Surgeon with his cock in your mouth. You’re about to pull Zayne’s member out from your mouth, but Zayne grabs your head, keeping you in place while shaking his head.

Zayne clears his throat. “Yes, one moment, please, Dr. Greyson,” Zayne says.

Dr. Greyson stands outside Zayne’s office, flipping through patient charts. There are some things Dr. Greyson wanted to discuss with the Cardiac Surgeon, but he struggled to find the doctor until Yvonne informed him of a certain Miss Hunter stopping by to have lunch with the Cardiac Surgeon in his office. Of course, Dr. Greyson decides to give you two some privacy until the lunch break was almost over for Zayne. 

After what felt like forever, Dr. Greyson hears Zayne call out to him to enter the office. When Dr. Greyson enters the office, he notices it’s empty and you’re nowhere to be seen. Zayne is sitting at his desk, typing away on the computer and writing something down on a piece of paper. A report of some sort, perhaps?

Zayne looks at Dr. Greyson, nodding. “What is it that you need to discuss with me about?” Zayne asks.

Dr. Greyson sits across from Zayne and presents the patient's chart before going on a tangent, asking various questions. While Zayne and Dr. Greyson converse with one another, beneath the deak is you, with your mouth still latched onto Zayne’s cock. You slowly pull his cock out of your mouth, slowly pumping it, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“Oh, I see! Well, I thought it was strange the patient wasn’t receiving enough doses of medication for their condition, that’s all,” Dr. Greyson says, crossing his arms over his chest. 

Zayne rubs his temples, trying to keep his composure. “There is nothing to worry about, Dr. Greyson. From their checkup earlier today, they seem to be in better condition compared to their first appointment,” Zayne replies.

You swirl your tongue around the mushroom tip of Zayne’s member, sucking on the head like a lolipop. Zayne grips your hair with one hand under the desk. You can’t tell if he’s signaling for you to stop or to continue, so you do what you think is best: continue sucking him off until he paints the inside of your mouth white. 

Zayne tightens his grip on your hair, pretending to adjust himself in his seat when in actuality, he’s shoving his cock further into your mouth, nearly causing you to choke. Zayne’s member hits the back of your throat, making you gag. Since Dr. Greyson is still in the room with you and Zayne, you try your best to hold it in. 

“So, how are things with you and Miss Hunter?” Dr. Greyson asks, organizing the papers before placing them in the patient file. 

Zayne clears his throat, trying to act normal while subconsciously thrusts his cock into your mouth. “Things are going well between her and me. In fact, we’re moving to the next stage in our relationship,” Zayne replies nonchalantly, quickly looking down at you. 

You and Zayne lock eyes for a moment. The apples of Zayne’s cheeks and his ears are pink, almost dark enough to be red. Dear goodness, you really hope that Zayne’s reaction isn’t going to give you both away. 

Dr. Greyson smiles, satisfied with Zayne’s answer. “That sounds amazing, Dr. Zayne! I wish you two nothing but the best in your relationship. [Y/N] seems to have this positive effect on you,” Dr. Greyson says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh? And why do you think that?” Zayne asks, trying to hide the shakiness in his response.

As you continue to suck Zayne’s member under the desk, you reach up and start fondling his balls while stroking and squeezing parts of Zayne’s shaft that you couldn’t reach with your mouth. You hear Dr. Greyson hum in response, trying to think of ways to respond to Zayne’s question.

“Well, you’re quite flustered whenever I mention her, so I’m taking that as a good sign. I’ve never seen you so flustered before, Dr. Zayne.” You can hear a slight teasing tone in Dr. Greyson’s response.

Your heart fills with joy and pride after hearing Dr. Greyson’s response, but you know the real reasons as to why Zayne is flustered. You’re certainly the reason why Zayne’s is blushing, but the real reason behind Zayne’s reaction is something Dr. Greyson will never know unless Zayne or you blow your cover. 

Zayne gives Dr. Greyson a tight-lipped smile before looking back at the monitor, hoping, praying that Dr. Greyson will leave his office soon before he fills your mouth with his cum. After what felt like forever, Dr. Greyson finally stands up and leaves his office after bidding the Cardiac Surgeon goodbye.

Once the office door clicks shut, Zayne’s hand flies to your head and pumps your head up and down on his painfully throbbing member. Zayne rests his head on the headrest of his office chair, chest heaving up and down with labored breaths, feeling his impending orgasm. 

You stare at Zayne, eyes formed in a crescent shape. If your mouth weren’t stuffed full with Zayne’s cock right now, you would’ve been giving him a shit-eating grin for getting such reaction out of the stoic doctor. You release Zayne’s cock from your mouth with a wet pop before continuing to lick stripes up Zayne’s throbbing dick, swiping your tongue over the flushed red tip. 

“Are you close, Dr. Zayne?” You murmur, kissing the underside of his cock.

Zayne swallows, running his hand through his hair. “What do you think, darling?” Zayne pants, now running his fingers through your hair. “I want to repay you for your hard work, but it seems like we don’t have much time.”

With the clock ticking, you’re determined to get Zayne to cum in your mouth before he’s back on the clock as a Cardiac Surgeon. You sheath Zayne’s cock into your mouth, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat. You ignore the urge to choke and gag, sucking and licking Zayne’s member with fervor. You made sure to lick every vein on his cock, sucking on the tip, while fondling his balls.

You’re so focused on completing your task of giving Zayne the best head he’s ever had that you completely missed out on Zayne’s reaction to his orgasm hitting him harder than a Wanderer. Zayne’s eyes roll to the back of his head, and he hits the back of his head on the headrest and tightens his grip on your hair just as his orgasm arrives. Soon enough, Zayne coats the inside of your mouth white. Zayne goes limp in his chair, staring at you with bleary eyes. You release Zayne’s cock from your mouth, swallowing his cum.

You smile at Zayne, tilting your head to the side. “Same time tomorrow, Dr. Zayne?” You jokingly ask.

Oh, he will definitely repay you once his shift is over.

- Sylus: -

Sylus invited you over to his place to show you some decor he added to his bedroom, and needless to say, it’s definitely something. You stand in Sylus’s bedroom, hands propped on your hips as you stare at the giant mirror hanging above the headboard of his bed. The mirror has an elegant black frame, matching the room’s aesthetic.

“You invited me over to look at the mirror hanging above your bed?” You ask, turning to look at the Onychinus leader with your eyebrows raised. 

Without saying a word, Sylus grabs your hand and brings you closer to his bed. Once you two are standing next to his bed, Sylus tilts your head up to look at the ceiling. To your surprise, you see another mirror on the ceiling, your and Sylus’s reflection staring back at you. You slowly look at Sylus, squinting at him.

“What an interesting choice of decor, Sylus. But I shouldn’t be judging since this isn’t my room,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest. 

At first, it didn’t click. You didn’t know why Sylus chose to hang mirrors above his bed and on the ceiling. You thought Sylus was experimenting with something because he’s rich and bored. However, when the time came, you now know why.

“Look at the mirror,” Sylus murmurs to your ears, grabbing you by the chin and tilting your head up to stare into the mirror above the headboard. 

You look in the mirror to see your disheveled self, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat, while Sylus is having his way with you. When you lock eyes with Sylus in the mirror, he smirks, leans down and kisses your shoulder while plunging his cock into your convulsing cunt. 

You can’t help but pout, leaning on your elbows while Sylus continues to hammer his member into your dripping entrance. “I want to see your face, Sy,” you whimper, gasping when the tip of his cock hits the deepest part of you.

“Sweetie, you can look at my face in the mirror. That’s why I hung the mirror there,” Sylus replies, raising his hand and landing a crisp slap on your buttcheeks.

You jerk forward, whimpering in response. “Stop being a smart ass, Sylus. You know what I mean!” You whine, turning to look at Sylus over your shoulders.

Sylus stops thrusting into you, running his hand through his hair with a laugh. “Alright, kitten. As you wish,” he bows.

Sylus pulls his cock out from your cunt and wraps his arms around your waist, flipping you over to lay on your back. You rub your eyes when dizziness hits you for a brief moment. Sylus peers over you, his arms caging you against his bed.

Sylus brushes your hair away from your face and tucks it behind your ears. “You’re really cute when you’re needy,” he teases, kissing your forehead before lining his cock in front of your entrance.

You wrap your legs around his waist, waiting for Sylus to plunge his cock into your cunt. Sylus slowly buries his cock into you, earning a gasp and moan from you. Sylus closes his eyes in ecstasy, leaning on his arms as he continues to sheath his cock further into your hot entrance. Sylus reaches for your hand, grabs your hand with his much larger one, and laces your fingers with his. 

Once he’s balls deep inside you, Sylus gives you a minute or two to adjust to the thickness of his cock. Not only was he incredibly thick, but he’s also long enough to reach your cervix effortlessly while not fully sheathed inside your dripping entrance. Sylus kisses your lips before proceeding to thrust in and out of your cunt, groaning at the feeling of your gummy walls snugly wrapped around his pulsating cock. 

You tighten your grip around Sylus’s hands, whimpering when the red tip of his cock hits your cervix repeatedly. You dig your heels into his asscheeks, pulling him closer to you. Sylus’s thrust stutters for a moment before he lies on top of you, but makes sure not to crush you under his weight.

You wrap an arm around his shoulders, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror that’s hanging above the bed. You watch the way Sylus’s back muscles flex, how his ass would clench every time he’s pistoning his member in and out of your squelching cunt with no remorse. The sight of Sylus pummeling into your entrance makes you even wetter. You close your eyes and continue to let Sylus have his way with you while you cling to him for dear life as he buries his cock deep inside you.

Every time he thrusts into you, he makes sure to remain still for five seconds before pulling out and repeating. Sylus slowly pulls the rest of his cock out from your insides, but keeps the tip of his cock nestled inside your throbbing pussy. You peek at Sylus, wondering what he’s doing. Before you can ask him, Sylus slams his cock back into your sopping cunt. You cry out in pleasure, your pussy tightens around Sylus’s cock.

“Sylus~!” You whine, legs trembling around his slim waist. “I don’t know how much longer I can last,” you whimper, feeling a familiar knot forming in your lower abdomen.

Sylus kisses your temples, thrusting into your entrance, relishing in the feeling of your sweltering hole. God, if Sylus can live in your cunt for the rest of his life, he would do it with no hesitation. To be loved is to be buried deep in your pussy, painting the gummy walls white with his cum. Sylus pauses for a moment and looks at where you two are connected. Your glistening cunt, almost visibly pulsating around his cock.

You whine, grinding against Sylus’s cock. “Why’d you stop?” You complain, glaring up at him with bleary eyes.

Sylus laughs. “I’m sorry, but I can’t help but be mesmerized by you and your pretty pussy,” Sylus replies, slowly moving his hand to your cunt, his thumb finding your puffy clit. “She’s calling to me, begging me to fill her up.”

You cover your face, feeling heat rushing to your cheeks. Yes, Sylus is balls deep inside you, but you can’t help but feel shy whenever he’s narrating what you desire. Sylus snickers, leaning down and pressing his chest against yours. While Sylus is ravaging your insides with his thick cock, he’s pinching and rubbing your swollen clit. 

You clench your jaws, the knot in your lower abdomen becoming incredibly tighter the more Sylus continues to rail you while stimulating your engorged bundle of nerves. The bed creaks and groans under you and Sylus, the headboard hitting the walls, syncing with Sylus’s thrusts. 

Just as you’re about to reach your orgasm, Sylus flips the both of you over and you’re now straddling his waist with his cock nestled deep inside you. You plant both hands on Sylus’s chest, staring down at him, chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath you take. 

“Ride me, sweetie. Show me what you got,” Sylus says, slapping both your ass cheeks.

You puff your cheeks. “Sylus! I was so close to cumming,” you squeeze his pecks. “But fine, I’ll show you what I’m capable of,” you grumble.

You plant your knees on both sides of Sylus’s waist, lean forward and began bouncing on his cock with fervor. You bite down on your lips, eyebrows furrowing as you focus on riding Sylus’s girthy member. Sylus rests his head on his pillow, staring up at you as you ride him. While Sylus is usually the one who takes control in the bedroom (and outside the bedroom), he loves it when you take control and control him.

You grind your puffy clit against Sylus’s pubic bone, your body shuddering from the pleasure. Sylus wraps one arm around your waist, guiding you on his cock. His mouth is agape, soft grunts escaping from his lips as he gazes at you, eyes glazed over. 

“I don’t think I can last any longer, kitten,” Sylus murmurs, breathing heavily and thrusting up into you hard.

You yelp and grip on the pillow behind him, your pussy quivering around his cock. Your arms become jelly, making you collapse on Sylus while still trying your best to chase your and Sylus’s orgasms. The knot in your lower abdomen snaps, and you tense in Sylus’s arms, your vision turning white, and stars dot your vision. Sylus grunts beneath you and fills your gummy walls with his pearly white cum, slowly pumping in and out of you, filling you to the brim. 

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Friend You Can Keep | Zayne

summary: while preparing for final exams, you ask Zayne if you can study his anatomy lol

cw: 18+, mdni, college au, afab reader, loss of virginity, oral sex (receiving), vaginal sex, fingering, lots of kissing, this is literally just self-indeulgent love-making

wc: 3.7k

a/n: I started playing lads a few weeks ago after a lot of resistance (I'm afraid of spending money on them!!) I started playing for Sylus but Zayne really came out of nowhere and assumed the role of my husband. I'm obsessed with him!!

In my mind, I wrote this with a five-ish year age gap between Zayne and reader (reader a freshman/sophmore in college, Zayne in the first years of med school). That isn't explicitly stated here so choose your own adventure. I'm also of the opinion that Zayne would make sweet, sweet love to you to the soundtrack of true yearner R&B. Just me?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Songs from your favorite R&B playlist emanate from your roommate’s speaker. You thought listening to the calm crooning from the nest of pillows and blankets that is your bed would help you study. But the music is more effective at lulling you to sleep, as are the sparkling fairy lights strung around the room’s perimeter. Maybe you should suck it up and turn the horrendous, overhead fluorescent lights on for this. Because the words in your textbook swim together the longer you try to focus on retaining them.  

You rub your eyes hard; flashes of color undulate in the darkness of your closed eyelids beneath the pressure of your fingertips. When you open them again, somehow, the words rearrange themselves even more chaotically. It’s like looking for a prophecy in a bowl of alphabet soup. 

“Is it possible I have late-stage dyslexia? Is that a thing?” you ask. 

Zayne chuckles from his place at your desk. “I believe that’s an indication that you need a short break. And right on time, too.” 

The timer on his phone goes off then, which he shuts off before it can complete one full blare of sound. He opens the desk drawer and takes out two candies. One for each of you.  

“A reward for our diligence,” he says as he deposits a sweet into your hand.  

“What? Where did these come from?” you ask as you unravel the foil wrapper. Candy didn’t survive in your dorm room long enough for you to have a stash to dip into for emergencies like today. 

You have two more finals to study for before you can officially begin a much-deserved winter break. Your roommate had been your study buddy up until her first and only final yesterday. She left for home immediately after she’d submitted her exam, having decided that the papers assigned could easily be completed from the comfort of her own home. And while you were so happy for her and not at all jealous, it meant you were short a study buddy.  

But Zayne, always dependable, offered to swing by and study with you when you’d met up for lunch earlier and bemoaned the fact that you would have to stay focused all by yourself. A herculean task if there ever was one.  

“I managed to hide them while you were fiddling with the speaker. Otherwise, I doubt they would have survived more than ten minutes had you seen them.” 

“Don’t be a hypocrite. Your sweet tooth can be just as bad,” you say. 

You observe Zayne as he delicately pops his candy into his mouth, pushes his glasses back up, and continues to study through your break. He has some biochem final to prepare for. While he had told you he felt more than prepared for it before your complaints about being abandoned, he’s sitting here reviewing alongside you all the same. Your heart warms at how thoughtful he is. Sure, he loves to help everyone, but he always goes out of his way for you. Does he go out of his way for anyone other than you? You're too curious.  

So curious, in fact, that you ask without thinking, “Don’t you have a girlfriend? Or someone you’re kinda into?” 

Zayne blinks at you, slow and deliberate like a house cat, then shakes his head. Embarrassment and relief coalesce in your stomach. In an ideal world, you would shut the fuck up and go back to studying too. 

But like the glutton for punishment that you are, you sit up on your knees and keep talking. 

"Oh, ok. Good. Well, not good as in you should die alone but good in the sense that...well...You know what, can I ask you something without you freaking out? Like, you have to promise not to.” 

Zayne swivels in the desk chair. A gift from him to you actually. Ergonomic and expensive, he’d replaced the standard rocking chair that the room was originally furnished with since he was concerned about the health of your spine as your future primary care physician.  

Once he’s facing you completely, he says, “I would prefer not to promise something if I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to follow through. That would not be fair to you.” 

“You know what, you’re right. I’m sorry. You're always calm anyway so I have nothing to worry about. I think.” 

Zayne watches you expectantly as you reach for a plushie to hold. Your mouth feels dry now that his attention’s on you. You’re not sure why you feel so nervous, he normally goes along with your schemes. This won’t be so different, right?” 

“So, I was wondering if maybe you’d be...willing to have sex with me?” The words leave you in one breath. 

Zayne stares at you blankly. You might have successfully broken the most collected person you know.  

“Zayne? Did you hear me? I said would you–” 

“I heard you the first time,” he says. His expression hardly betrays anything, but color spreads across his face, up his ears. If he didn’t have a turtleneck on you imagine his neck would be just as pink. “I apologize. I’m a bit taken aback. I certainly didn’t expect that to be your question.” 

“It’s just feels like everyone my age has lost their virginity already. Obviously, I don’t need to have sex, but I’m intrigued, I guess.  And I don’t want to do it with just anyone. And you’re not just anyone so–” 

“I’m sorry to interrupt. I want to make absolute sure I’m understanding you correctly.” He clears his throat before asking, “You want me to take your virginity?” 

You hug the plushie for dear life. “Well, yeah. You would be my first.”  

Zayne takes a deep breath. You begin to worry about the state of his heart the longer you sit in silence. Because your own is pumping so hard you fear you’ll succumb to cardiac arrest if you’re lucky. Or maybe the earth will miraculously swallow you whole before that happens. You’ll even accept death by wanderer if it means escaping this conversation. 

“May I ask why you wish to lose your virginity to me?”  

Not a flat-out rejection. You can shelf the death wishes for now. 

“Since you’re basically a doctor you know all about anatomy; safe to assume you know how it goes. And you’re hot so...why not?” 

Zayne averts his gaze at your blunt assessment, and you can’t help but tease him a little.  

“I thought we were working on accepting compliments.” 

Zayne smiles faintly but still refuses to face you, “I have to say when it comes to accepting compliments, I’m not very good in front of you. But I suppose there’s a chance for you to teach me.” 

“First lesson starts now. All you have to do is say ‘thank you’ or something.” 

Your breath hitches when his eyes meet yours again. He’s caught you in his gentle yet captivating green gaze. In it, you see acknowledgment of what your relationship to each other could be. A desire to explore a new dimension of intimacy, one that goes beyond childhood friendship. 

“I accept your compliment,” Zayne murmurs. His eyes drift to your slightly parted lips and you feel your skin prickle. 

“This will be an opportunity to learn each other’s bodies together,” he says, almost distracted. He plucks the plushie from your grasp and carefully places it on the back-killing rocking chair beside your desk. “I only hope I can measure up to your expectations." 

“Oh. Ok,” you manage to whisper. You didn’t think he would say no per say, but considering his immediate response you expected a little more resistance to the idea than this. And now you feel nervous, more than you had anticipated. This was your idea after all. 

You go to remove your pajama bottoms, a seemingly imperceptible shake in your hands. But of course, nothing gets past Zayne. He stops you with a reassuring squeeze on your thigh.  

“There’s no rush. This requires ample preparation. I would never want to hurt you,” he says, caresses the hinge of your knee. “Just, let me kiss you for a bit. Like this.” 

Zayne brings the chair up to the edge of your twin xl and gives you a sweet peck. He gives you a few more before he brushes his lips against yours. You follow his lead, revel in the plush feel of his mouth as he kisses you. He rubs his palms along your thighs, squeezing them every so often. His tender touches embolden you as much as they relax you. You hesitantly touch your tongue to his bottom lip and Zayne moans into your mouth. The vibrations of such a gentle yet erotic sound travel through your whole body. You cup his cheeks to pull him closer, and Zayne gladly follows. He rises to his feet and crowds you into the corner of the bed until you’re on your back. He kisses you so thoroughly that you can taste the lingering sweetness of candy on his tongue when he licks into your mouth.  

You slip one hand under his sweater, trace the ridges of his tight abdomen, no doubt the result of all those pull ups he does on the rare occasion you work out together. Zayne’s breath shudders against your mouth and you shiver in response. His receptiveness to your touch makes you desperate to feel even more of him. You grab the hem of his turtleneck and yank it upwards. He pulls away, reluctantly you think, grabs the shirt from between his shoulder blades and tugs it off. The action leaves his glasses askew and you remove them from his face with a giggle. 

“I hope they’re not messed up now,” you say as you carefully put the lenses on yourself. They blur your vision some, but you clearly see Zayne swallow thickly when you smile up at him.  

“I have an extra pair,” he says breathlessly before he removes them and goes right back to kiss you. More of his warmth seeps into you now that he removed his sweater. He presses his thundering chest against yours, and the delicious weight of him renders you pliant beneath him. You smooth your hands along the muscled plains of his back and moan. You can’t think straight in the face of such overwhelming affection. He hasn’t even touched you yet, really, and you already feel so ready for more.  

But for some reason, a pang of guilt lances through your gut. Did you pressure Zayne into this? Are you taking advantage of his goodness, his kindness? You said it yourself, he goes above and beyond for you in all things. You would never forgive yourself if you ever made him do something he didn’t want to.  

“Wait,” you say, and weakly push at his chest.  A gossamer thread of your saliva stretches between both your lips, and your thoughts empty out of your head for a moment. Zayne’s eyes are as unfocused as yours as he looks down at you, cushioned in your fluffy pillows. 

“Are you sure you’re cool with this?” you ask quietly. 

Zayne takes hold of one of your wrists to drop a kiss to your palm that you feel in your clit. Does he want to kill you? 

“Why don’t you touch me and find out.” 

He most certainly does.  

You gasp when he guides your hand to his hardened length. The fact that you could do this to him with just a few kisses turns you on immensely, makes you feel powerful. You squeeze him gently and he groans. You flick the button of his pants free, but he stops your second attempt at undressing before you can even yank his zipper down. 

“Let me take what I desire first,” he says.  

Zayne carefully unbuttons your pajama top, until your chest is fully exposed to him. You sit up slightly to remove it, and no sooner is it off than Zayne starts to knead and kiss at your breasts. He sucks one of your nipples into his mouth and you arch into him, mewling at the spike of pleasure that zings through you. He licks and teases it into a stiffened peak while he pinches and rolls the other between his fingers.  

Once your nipples are wet and taut from his ministrations, Zayne trails deep kisses down the center of your spasming stomach. He grasps the waistband of your pants and tugs them down along with your underwear.  

While most guys would look at you with lust clouding their gaze, Zayne looks at your naked body like he loves it. It’s enough to make you feel sheepish.  

Zayne fits his broad shoulders beneath your slightly spread thighs and puts his mouth to your dripping core. You’re so stunned by the sight of his head between your legs that your brain goes fuzzy. Obviously, no one has kissed you here before. But you’d still be inclined to say that even if the opposite were true. Zayne full on makes out with your pussy. He licks and sucks at your clit with the sole purpose of making you cum hard. And your entire body sings with ecstasy.  

He eases his index finger inside of your wet heat and you whimper at the intrusion. He searches for that spongy patch inside of you that has your back surging upward. Zayne coaxes more of your arousal out of you with his tongue on your clit and his finger massaging the soft walls of your cunt. You feel strange, like you need release, but you’re almost terrified. Your thighs close around Zayne’s head and he groans into your sex. The sound vibrates through you until you’re a quivering mess. 

Zayne blindly reaches for one of your hands and squeezes. He licks and kisses you as you cum on his beautiful face with a loud cry of his name. He laps up as much of your essence as he can, and you twitch and whine all the while. 

Your back falls onto the mattress once you come down from your high, the first orgasm that someone else has ever given you. You lift yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him. He kisses your thighs, your hip bones, back up along your stomach so earnestly. 

 Zayne settles himself over you again and now pumps two of his long, elegant fingers inside of you. They curl against your sweet spot with the skill and precision of a surgeon, and you moan his name. When his thumb swipes at your clit you cum for him again, still so sensitive from your last climax. He kisses you through it. The taste of yourself is a little strange, but you don’t hate it. You deepen the kiss as you cum around his fingers. You didn’t think you could cum again so quickly, but Zayne is nothing if not efficient.  

He removes his fingers from you so he can lay in between your twitching thighs. He rolls his clothed hips into your bare ones, and you meet his thrusts readily. The friction of his pants against your clit makes you feel delirious. Enough to remember what you had first asked of him.  

“Zayne,” you sigh as he moves to kiss your cheek, your jaw, your neck. “Do you have a condom?” 

He exhales against your ear; you just barely hold in a whimper. 

“No, unfortunately. I haven’t had a need for them before now…I suppose we’ll have to reschedule,” he says, but makes no move to pull away from you.  

“No! It’s ok!” You wince at your frantic tone. Way to go, Desperate. “I, um, grabbed a handful from the resource center before you came here. They’re in my bag.” 

While he had thoughtfully replenished your stash of candy, you had shoveled way too many condoms into your backpack only an hour after your lunch date with him. Now he’ll probably think you're some sex-crazed degenerate or something. How embarrassing. 

Regardless, you feel a teeny, tiny thrill at the knowledge that he doesn’t have any on him.  

Zayne nods, presses one lingering kiss to your lips and goes to retrieve a condom from your backpack. You feel even more embarrassed when he returns with one embossed with a heart and the words ‘wrap it before you tap it.’ He doesn’t seem to pay much attention to that, however. Zayne removes his pants and his boxer briefs. His hard cock springs up against his abs and your mouth waters at the sight of it. Long and flushed and too pretty, you think. He settles back into bed, kneels in between your spread legs and tears the wrapper open.  

You watch, wide eyed, as he rolls the latex over the glistening head and down the length of his cock. He lines himself up with your stretched entrance and makes eye contact with you. Despite the heat pulsing through your veins, you shiver. This does not go unnoticed.  

“Anxious?” Zayne asks. He runs his fingers up and down your arm. Slow touches that soothe your frayed nerves. A reassurance, a reminder that he won’t let you feel anything you wouldn’t absolutely enjoy.   

“Only a little,” you admit, “but I trust you more than anyone, so I think I’m more excited than anything.” 

Zayne smiles down at you, small and sweet. You feel even more shy now.  

“You know we can stop at any time,” he says even though his cock is straining against the condom. “You need only tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.” 

You place a hand on his smooth cheek and smile up at him. His breath leaves him on a shaky exhale.  

“I know that Zayne. Thank you. But I think I’m ready now.”  

There’s a slight discomfort. A foreign pressure, a pinch, that he lets you acclimate to. There’s so much tension in his body as a result. You can’t help but feel endeared by how considerate he is of you always. Especially now.  

He places his palm on your belly, and you jolt.  

“Try to relax your muscles,” he says. 

You slow your breaths, try to do as he says until the fullness of his cock feels less invasive, almost comforting. You focus on the intimacy of this moment, of your bodies connecting. Of him being the first person to ever give you pleasure of any kind.  

“Mmm, good, just like that,” he groans. Who knew a voice could get you so hot. And not just his voice, those green eyes of his. He stares down at you so intensely you feel like you’ll melt into a puddle. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask meekly.  

“You’re beautiful,” he says matter-of-factly.  

You hide your face behind your hands and whine for him to stop. Zayne laughs lowly and pulls your hands away. 

“You helped me accept a compliment earlier,” he says, kisses one wrist. “And even teased me for being nervous.” A kiss to the other. He rests them on the back of his neck and regards you with an almost mischievous smile. 

“Now it’s my turn to return the favor. Say ‘thank you’.” 

Your chest is heaving. You can’t believe how seductive he’s being. And so effortlessly, too. Where did this side of him come from?  

He lowers his face into your neck and all the air in the room vanishes when he kisses it.   

“Won’t you accept my compliment? Or should I continue to tell you how lovely I find you? Say that your beauty is beyond measure? That you are my greatest treasure.”  

Zayne lightly sucks on your pulse point. How does he expect you to speak? You can hardly function as is. 

“I’m not as patient as you think I am.” He nips at your neck, and you tense up.  

“Thank you!” you yelp. 

You feel his lips pull into a grin. “That wasn’t so difficult, was it? Or should I give you more compliments so you can practice?” 

“Y-you can move now!”  

Zayne kisses under your ear before he pulls his hips back and slowly grinds into you. His pelvis meets your sticky clit every time your bodies meet. He thrusts into you until your moans and sighs fill the humid air between you both. 

You experimentally squeeze around his cock as he pulls away from you and he moans in concert with you.  

“Did you want to see my like this?” he asks, voice hoarse as his cock pushes deeper into you. You arch up against him, your nipples grazing his chest. Zayne dips his head to take one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth again, sucking and biting at it affectionately. You wrap your legs around his trim waist and try to pull him even closer to you. He’s making you feel so good that you can hardly stand it. All you can focus on is Zayne. The way he fits so perfectly between your legs, the feel of his biceps under your hands. His crisp, clean scent sends your eyes rolling into the back of your head. You want even more of him.  

You bury your hands in his hair, thick silk between your fingers, and tug. Zayne pulls off your breast with a wet pop and kisses you. He plasters his chest to yours as he rolls his hips into you. Your walls tighten up around him and he grits out your name. He wraps his arms around your waist tight and fucks into you so deep that you swear you see stars. So bright that you clench your eyes shut as pleasure takes hold of your whole body. It’s an ecstasy like no other.  

“I love you, Zayne. I love you,” you babble mindlessly as you cum harder than before. 

Zayne moans and ruts into your body erratically, desperately, until he seizes up and cums with you. Maybe you’re too caught up in the romantic atmosphere you accidentally created– sultry love ballads and low lighting–but you almost wish he had painted your walls instead of the condom.  

He looks ethereal as pleasure contorts and relaxes his features, his muscles. Zayne takes your face between his hands and kisses you hungrily. Like he’ll never have another opportunity to. You’ll make damn sure that’s not the case.  

"I adore you,” he says before he steals another kiss and your breath along with it. You both grip and pull at the other as if you could get any closer. You want to nestle in the marrow of his bones, dwell in the cavern of his heart. 

“I want you to be mine. Only mine,” you whisper between kisses. 

“I have always been yours. Only ever yours.” 

[adoredaqua]

NOTE: am reposting this cause something weird happened before, so uh, second try :) i was originally going to make this sorta angsty (like a forbidden romance), but i couldn't do it. Vi deserves the world, and ugh, i love her sm. she's not a "hear me out" but a "hOLD ME BACK"

synopsis: loser! Vi as your girlfriend

CW: popular cheerleader! reader, feminine reader, FLUFF, college AU (reader is in second year but Vi is in third year), modern setting, not edited, no usage of y/n, Vi being obsessed over you, academic weapon Vi

word count: 1 500+

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loser! Vi, who is content with her life, has her family and a couple of friends. She didn't need anything else. That is, until she saw you at the library in the corner. You were sitting at her regular spot. Normally, she would be ticked off, but her heart simply started beating faster when you looked up from your textbook and offered her a small smile.

loser! Vi immediately left the library. She had never seen you around. Did a Goddess like you really go to her school? Instead of studying, she spent some time just trying to calm down so she didn't look so flushed for her next class.

loser! Vi hasn't seen you since then. Months go by, and Vi searches for you everywhere. She would go to the library, hoping to see you, but unfortunately, you were never there. She tells herself she should move on, but a part of her knows you're out and not just a figment of her imagination.

loser! Vi, who was forced to go to the last game for the football team. Normally, she wouldn't go, but Loris wanted to watch. She found a seat so she and Loris could be comfortable and not squished with others. It was near the front, middle, having the perfect view of the field and as well as the cheerleaders.

loser! Vi, whose eyes practically bulged out when she saw you in the middle front of the lineup. You're hair was in a slicked ponytail accompanied by a forest green bow. You wore a mini skirt and crop top, adorning the colours of Zaun Academy, green, white, with a hint of black. And, damn, you looked really good. She mentally thanked Loris for inviting her out.

loser! Vi is contemplating whether or not to go to the after-party at the sorority house. Everyone at school is invited, but Vi hesitated. You two didn't know each other, so why would she go? Also, you were probably going to be distracted by many others and would never catch a glimpse of her.

loser! Vi, who was pathetic and went to the party anyway, just to catch a quick glimpse of you. She wandered around the party for a while, searching both floors, but you were nowhere to be found. Not wanting her trip to be completely useless, Vi grabs a drink and heads to the backyard.

loser! Vi spots you sitting by the bonfire, drinking all by yourself. She thought to herself that this could be it. Finishing her drink for a confidence boost, she makes her way towards you.

loser! Vi and you start chatting it up. You're laughing at all her corny jokes and touching her arm while doing so. Vi observes the way you twirl your hair, which is now down and loose. You keep looking at her through your lashes, and all she can think about is kissing your soft, glossy lips. She finds out that you only recently transferred to Zaun due to an error in your application, so you're technically new.

loser! Vi is ecstatic to hear that you're single and like girls. Not that she thought she had a chance with you, but at least she can fantasize about you in her free time.

loser! Vi, who escorts you to your dorm. She apologizes profusely for keeping you out late, but you insist it's okie and she made going to the party worth it. As you both walk to your door, you turn to Vi, asking her out on a date. She was elated and agreed. Vi tells you she'll plan everything out, so all you need to do is look pretty, which won't be much of a challenge.

loser! Vi gets home and starts panicking. Now, she needed to plan the perfect date. To be able to impress you enough that you don't realize how much of a cute nerd she is.

loser! Vi asks for help from everyone she knows. She never thought this day would come, to get asked out by a pretty girl. Leading up to the date, she was so nervous that her family couldn't help but tease her. It was only fair, as it was the only thing Vi could talk about, you. Powder rolls her eyes each time, but is happy to see her sister focus on something other than academics. Vander was proud and even offered advice.

loser! Vi arrives at your place an hour early because she was so excited to see you, but waited in her car until the designated time she told you she would pick you up. In that hour, she fixes herself up. Fussing with her hair and straightening out her white button-up shirt, paired with black dress pants. She starts overthinking if it was basic, she decides to FaceTime Powder for reassurance. When the time finally came, Vi walked up to your dorm with your favourite flowers, the same ones you mentioned at the party. She knocked on your door, and once she saw you, her jaw quite literally dropped on the floor. Vi stutters out a compliment and mentally slaps herself, but you just giggled and thanked her. You told her she looked handsome, and you didn't think Vi could get as red as her hair, but she did.

loser! Vi makes a fool of herself during dinner. She almost drops the glass she was drinking out of. She not only dropped her utensils once but twice. Worse of all, she accidentally replied, "You too!" when the waiter said, "Enjoy your food." Despite all of that, you only found her more and more endearing. Maybe it was just her, but there was something about Vi that you couldn't help but fall for.

loser! Vi and you keep going on dates. Eventually, she asks if she could be your girlfriend. You eagerly said yes, kissing her with all your might. Vi gloriously goes home that day to rub it in her brothers, Claggor and Milo, faces that she got a girlfriend before them.

loser gf! Vi, who somehow got clingier after establishing a label. With each date you went on, she slowly got more handsy (with your consent, of course). It started with simple hand holding, squeezing your hand as a way to get your attention. Then, it was Vi wrapping her arm around your waist, her rough, calloused hand sliding up and down your figure. Every make-out session became more heated, as her desire for you grew stronger. She wouldn’t leave your dorm until she was reassured there would be a mark there to claim you as hers. 

loser gf! Vi wants to be in contact with you every hour of the day. Vi soothes you that she wants to know every detail that happens to you. Doesn’t matter how small, you'd better text or call her about it. 

loser gf! Vi helps you with your classes and homework. She saw how messy unorganized your notes were and rewrote them for you to help you better. Any diagrams that you needed, she drew them for you, and it was always colourful. 

loser gf! Vi wants a kiss as a reward after every study date. Don’t be mistaken, though, despite her insistence on being together, she will focus on her studies. Vi has always been the smartest in the class, but she had to work hard for that. You just became her motivation to do even better. Even reminded her that she needed a break. She always indulged you if you wanted a sweet treat; of course, she always bought it for you. 

loser gf! Vi and you are hanging out in her room. You were just going to watch a movie, and only focus on the movie, is what you told Vi several times. But she doesn’t listen. Not even ten minutes in, her hand is already on your thigh. You would push her away, but you just couldn’t. Next thing, you know you’re on her lap, grinding on her as she kisses your neck.

loser gf! Vi, who doesn’t hear the garage door and footsteps in the house. Before you could warn Vi of the noises outside her room, the door swings open to Powder telling Vi (and you) it was dinner time. You were hoping to have a better first impression on the family, but sadly, that’s not how it goes. That night, you stay for dinner after apologizing profusely to Powder, who says it’s okie but can’t seem to look you in the eye. Seeing you interact with Vi’s family, she can’t help but hope that this would become a regular occurrence. 

Bonus scene:

“Hey, we got- OMG!” Powder screams, her voice pitching higher than it ever has. 

“What is it? OH-!” Milo rushes towards her sister, alerted. Only to also be met with you on Vi’s lap, pulled apart. Horrified at the scene, Milo slowly turns away, nodding his head. Powder’s face manages to morph into a deeper disgust. She swears she just lost her appetite. 

“What’s wrong?” A distant shout from downstairs boomed. 

“We’re too late! Vi’s already eating dinner!!” 

“Powder!”

[tricoufamily]

just some ivy league kids trying to figure out necromancy

[shorthaltsjester]

@percahliaweek -- Day 7: Yours / Later

The Legend of Vox Machina, Seasons 1&2&3* // The Queen of Nothing by Holly Black

[sexymoonmansslut]

muse remus <3

yay pt 2 and second component to photographer sirius :))

bc they’re obsessed w each other and would definitely be each others muse and artist cmon now

[avichor]

i love watching a show about death and trauma and the dehumanization of people by the top 1% just to see endless posts about ships

[ghost-bard]

I need to make a shadow dragon and have the craziest homoerotic situationship with elek from the threads its not even funny o my god

[smartzelda]

Sorry guys I gotta speak my truth on this one

I'm not kidding when I say that I think that blaming shit media literacy from fans on shipping/shippers avoids the actual root of the problem to throw people you can easily throw under the bus (simply because it's not unpopular to consider people who post about ships or ship characters in media as having lesser or derivative tastes by default)

And here's why.

I think when you blame people who are "shippers" or "consume media through shipping lenses", the true root of it all is a mindset problem.

In actually, putting on shipping lenses can be helpful when trying to analyze a piece of media. When analyzing media you're supposed to approach it through a number of mindsets and put on different lenses (both to deepen your personal understanding of the media, and to pick it apart and see what you can find there (whether intentional or not on the author's part)), and different ships can be some of those lenses

When it comes to ships between main characters (for those who are genuinely willing to see what the narrative is showing with their relationship and what it's doing), there are times when analyzing it from a shipping lens may be helpful. As someone from KH fandom, I have seen people come to deeper understandings and pick canon apart in the process of analyzing a relationship that is genuinely integral to the story (platonic or not). I've also seen people get into rarepairs of characters who barely interact or who just suffer little screen time, and I've seen them come to better understandings of those side characters and how they potentially fit into the world of the media simply because people are now focusing on these characters and how they fit into the narrative.

Frankly, I resent the idea that the only way to truly objectively analyze a piece of media is by turning off the part of your brain that gets excited over relationships and individual characters. Don't get me wrong, that is a way to approach a piece of media and a valid one at that, but the truth is that we cannot be free of bias.

For instance, I was watching House MD with my parents circa last year. At some point I started heavily tuning into what was going on with House and Wilson's relationship. My parents, on the other hand, were largely watching casually. They're not thinking of character relationships or getting heavily invested in most characters, they're watching because they like watching. One of them in particular did try to analyze things that were happening in the show as they happened. However, when it came to the scene late in the series where House threw out Dominika's letter approving her American citizenship, my parents could understand that he was doing that because he didn't want her to leave, but not much beyond that. I ended up explaining to them that House's fake marriage for Dominika was an explicit parallel to when Wilson was living with House in the early seasons. Both situations started with House being none too happy about it but ultimately letting them stay, spending a considerable amount of effort getting them to leave/getting this situation to be finally over so he didn't have to deal with it anymore, and then by the time a piece of news comes through that would mean the person in question actually leaves, House hides this news as long as he can. Because he doesn't actually want them to leave and has grown attached. And by doing this he became a self fulfilling prophecy. By reacting to the truth of Wilson and Dominika leaving him the way he does, he seals his fate and they ultimately leave anyways. Maybe I ship Hilson, but becoming open to how their relationship was handled allowed me to transition to doing character studies and recognizing patterns/parallels that I wouldn't have noticed if I didn't particularly care about the characters or their relationship.

Likewise, I've seen mutuals complain about how people who don't like or don't care about certain characters often overlook these characters (what they're actually like and their place in the narrative), while the mutuals in question (by default) are able to come to deeper understanding of what the writers/story is trying to do because they care about this funky guy

You can't eradicate bias when you're engaging in media analysis, but you can consciously put on a range of lenses and observe the media through different povs with the goal of understanding the media better or bolstering your reading of it. And those lenses/povs can include focusing on specific relationships or the perpective of certain characters

And this is why I say it's actually a mindset problem. Shippers and people who have this one blorbo they like a lot aren't inherently terrible "fandom brained individuals" who are the root of media analysis problems. The problem only arises when people's readings/analysis of a piece of media are inherently restrictive/narrow and self centered. Your problem is with people who view a piece of media through a ship they like but don't keep an open mind about it, and whose "media analysis"/views on canon cannot be split from fanon and their comfortability levels. These are the people whose "media analysis" starts and ends with justifying their fanon as canon, whose views on media revolve around sorting characters and relationships into categories they personally enjoy rather than trying to understand what's going on.

Here's another example.

Here we have a fictional ship we'll call uhhhh...Blanebin. this fictional ship I made up on the spot for characters that don't exist named Blane and Corbin

Person A is super into Blanebin. They're part of the main cast of characters and canonically childhood best friends, so person A (as much as they enjoy fanart and fic) is also enjoying analyzing how narratively important to each other they are. Recently, Corbin started dating another character in canon, but Person A is enjoying watching how Blane is reacting to this. "Is this potentially a tell that Blane is jealous or is having complicated feelings about this? What if he was, how would that contextualize his behavior this season? Here's what I think based on how Blane dealt with explicit jealousy last season in a different situation". It's not impossible that person A is still missing further understanding due to their obsession with Blanebin, but at the end of the day this obsession has allowed them to start picking through the characters both in and outside this relationship. It has allowed them to see potential subtext and theorize on what might happen next with these characters' relationship. Not to mention that with addition of Corbin dating someone else, instead of trying to erase this fact or state that Corbin canonically isn't into that person, Person A is trying to factor in how Corbin's current dating life affects his relationship with Blane (irregardless on personal views on the nature of Corbin's relationship with the person he's dating).

Person B is also super into Blanebin. They really enjoy fanart and fic of the characters, love obsessing over their moments together, and just feel like there's really something between the characters. To person B, every moment between them is just further proof that the writers are ship teasing them. But Corbin getting together with someone else this season? Oh that pissed person B off. They cannot believe that even though Corbin and Blane are CLEARLY gay for each other the writers had Corbin get with someone else this season. Perhaps, they think, it was even a decision specifically made to spite fans. How evil of the writers to tease a perfectly good ship and then have them not get together first? They must have been just doing those teases to get views from Blanebin shippers those scoundrels. To Person B, since Corbin started dating someone when he obviously has some chemistry with Blane (even though the series is far from over) means that Blanebin can never get together now and Corbin x person he's dating is ruining Blanebin by existing. In fact, they think, this is terrible writing for Corbin to be dating someone else because they don't like that relationship and don't see the point. Obviously if the writers were good then Corbin would have started dating Blane instead because this was supposed to be the Blanebin show.

Person C despises Blanebin. Don't get them wrong, they've always enjoyed the character's childhood friendship, but they actually have always thought Blane would have been better off with Victoria. They have a lot of moments too! But they're tired of seeing people ship Blanebin. Corbin just got together with someone else, so obviously that's not gonna work out. Plus Corbin and Blane totally has always given person C bro vibes. In fact, person C thinks, sure Corbin and Blane have a close friendship, but people shouldn't be shipping them. Person C likes Blanetoria and Blanetoria can't be canon if Corbin is in the way of it. So Person C likes to read Blanebin as siblings anyways. Sure they're canonically friends, but obviously their friendship turned into brotherhood. This means that nothing can be in the way of Blanetoria and Corbin can keep dating the person he's already canonically dating. Actually, now Blanebin just straight up makes Person C uncomfortable. Don't the pesky shippers understand that Blanebin are sibling coded because they're childhood best friends and that they're important to each other because they're brothers? It's obvious to anyone with eyes.

Sure, ships are involved here, but is the root of this problem shipping? Character A isn't as knowledgeable of other characters in the plot due to this lens they're using, but at the end of the day they're dedicated to analysis. Their love of the characters is pushing them beyond what they like or dislike to try to understand what might be happening through their lens. Not perfect, but they are slowly broadening their horizons. But Person B and C's problems here are their restrictiveness. What is or should be canon to them is tantamount to what they personally like or find comfortable. Is person C actually analyzing the this fake show when they decide to "read" Blanebin as basically canonically siblings (and this all of their moments are totally a bro thing) just because they don't like Blanebin and the idea of them getting together over Blanetoria makes them uncomfortable? Is person B actually analyzing this fake show when their "analysis" of Blanebin goes only as far as asserting it's being ship teased and deciding anything short of canonizing Blanebin is a targeted attack or "bad writing" because it's not what they wanted personally to happen?

This is what I'm talking about. This is the mindset. Shipping isn't the problem. The problem is when people marry fanon and canon to the point where they have a vested interest in superimposing their fanon over canon as "a reading" and trying to make "collective decisions" on what is canon (or what canon is trying to say) based on what does or doesn't make them uncomfortable. The problem is people being restrictive and centering their own likes and dislikes in the conversation, so they can only interact with canon "analysis" wise by deciding what is canon or should be canon "as obviously agreed on by everyone". You can't simply claim you like media analysis. To be able to analyze media and bolster your views on any given canon, you must be open to looking at it through multiple povs, to studying characters without trying to pretend things you don't like don't exist or do like do exist. There is a balance that must be kept between trying to keep objectivity and putting on specific focus/bias based upon the lenses you're putting on. You have to be willing to try to figure out what a media is doing or saying, not saying you're trying to figure out what it's saying while in actuality trying to define the narrative around what people believe it's saying in ways that suit you.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[necrotic-nephilim]

for the ask game (1)

au where bruce is attracted to his robins and batgirls. he tries not to think about it or act on it, but it's getting more difficult with every new member of his team he acquires. does anyone know? do the robins and batgirls notice his weird behavior? what do they do about it? do they ever find out the truth? who would think it's terrible and who would find it strangely hot/comforting/nice? does bruce ever act on his feelings?

for the ask game!

oh my GOD do i have thoughts for AUs like this, i love this shit so dearly, dirtybadwrong Bruce who's trying to keep a lid on it my beloved.

i think the fun of this AU is if characters would notice Bruce lusting for themselves vs would they notice Bruce lusting for a different Robin/Batgirl. like does Dick pick up on it when it's just him and Bruce? no, because it's just. him and Bruce. he and Bruce are weird and complicated and hold endless bounds of nuance. that's just How Bruce Is, and Dick is the "test run", in a sense. he knows Bruce is new to this whole sidekick/family thing and is giving Bruce grace for being rough around the edges. but when Bruce starts looking at Jason or Tim or Cass that way, that's when Dick starts to notice. it's never enough of a suspicion he feels justified to bring it up, but the thought lingers. he's hyperaware and grows less and less comfortable with leaving them alone with Bruce. it's a weird game of chicken, Dick and Bruce staring each other down when Bruce's touch lingers too long. each waiting for the other to say something first. if Bruce ever broke and actually acted on his feelings, Dick would be eaten alive by the guilt of knowing something was up, but never saying something until it was too late.

obviously, Cass would know. there's no world where Cass *doesn't* know, the nature of who and what she is would immediately clock it. but the issue is, Cass doesn't have a good framework of what family looks like. she doesn't really understand familial vs romantic love bc she has no firsthand experience of what a parent's love should even look like. so she never calls it out. she just watches. i'm a fan of Cass believing this is normal and believing she too can express and act on attraction that's vaguely incestuous. maybe it's with Babs, maybe it's with Dick or Tim or Bruce himself. but she recognizes this as Normal and Accepted within the Batfamily, so it severely fucks up her understanding of familial love and i just. man it's my favorite thing about Cass in Batcest honestly, is how you can play with her lack of experience with love, boundaries, and sexuality.

Tim is the fun one for me. because my favorite flavor of BruTim is when Tim knows, as he agrees to be Robin, that there's a non-zero chance that Bruce is going to be Weird and agrees anyway because he's decided it's an acceptable risk. so Tim knows from the get-go because he's expecting it. if Bruce acts on his attraction, i think it's either with Tim or Cass first, because they're the most likely to confront him about it in a way that isn't entirely negative. Tim has accepted it's a possibility and Cass just seeks being loved and touched so. it leads to the first time someone's ever confronted Bruce about it. and the thing is, Bruce really doesn't like confrontation about his flaws. the first time Tim tries to imply he's okay with it, Bruce would lash out at the idea, tell Tim how inappropriate that is and benches Tim for a week. it'd probably take a united front from Cass and Tim to get Bruce to even *admit* to the attraction. still Bruce wouldn't allow it to happen and he brushes them off until finally, the dam breaks. it's fun if there's a cause like sex pollen, but i think it's *more* fun if it's just. a random fucking Tuesday and finally Bruce is at his limit. he has no real reason, there's nothing particularly different about that day's routine. he just sees Tim or Cass striping armor and sighs and gives in.

i don't think Steph, Jason, or Babs would notice until anything substantial happened. not because they're not wicked smart, but just because none of them were looking for it. Jason put Bruce on a pedestal when he was alive, and when he came back from the dead he wasn't close enough to be noticing Bruce's interpersonal dynamics outside of his narrow scope. Steph has no real framework for what healthy fatherhood looks like, so if Bruce's touches linger, if he stares too long, she just shrugs and assumes it's how it is. and Babs was just never quite close enough to Bruce to notice. if and when she notices, is when actual sexual things start to happen between Cass and Bruce. because Cass would see no reason to hide it. Babs would be pissed, but it'd be tricky to navigate. Cass would be an adult, even if she's only 18/19, so technically, she's old enough to be consenting. if nothing else, Bruce is a careful man. even when he breaks and gives in to his desires, he covers his tracks well. he makes sure he has enthusiastic consent and there's no legal recourse that could be taken. age of consent and all that. there's not much Babs can *do* other than try to tell Cass (and/or Tim) that this isn't normal or okay. not that it gets her anywhere, but god would she try.

by the time Duke comes along (if we venture out of the pre-Flashpoint era) i think it's a sort of. open secret, in the Batfamily. talked about in nothing but hushed whispers and knowing glances. at some point, they've all had sex with Bruce, caving all for different reasons. some more than others. Tim sees it as a duty, Cass sees it as a way of seeking comfort, Steph sees it as getting Bruce's approval for once, etc. it's never forced on them, but eventually, they all come to Bruce sooner or later. and that's the fun irony of it, i think. they try to convince the others not to, but would go to Bruce on their own well. because complicated reasons they can't put into words. sometimes, Bruce is just a messy man who doesn't realize how prized his Attention to for the rest of the Batfamily. that weird duality of not liking him, but also wanting desperately for him to like you. all of them have dealt with it, at some point. so for Duke, it takes a while for him to understand this... whole dynamic. it's Cass who tries to explain it to him, and he's a little horrified, a lot confused. especially when Bruce starts staring at him a little too long as well. i think he'd only want to watch first but well. they all cave eventually.

also fun bonus if we venture into the Dark Knight Returns universe for my bestest girl Carrie Kelley: there's such a like, "i'm fucking around and i'm finding out" vibe to Carrie. like Tim, she's very proactive in just. deciding she's going to be Robin and she's ready for whatever that entails. (IMO canon Carrie is closer to fanon Tim than canon Tim is but *that* deserves its own post-) like she takes one look at the old man that is Batman and goes yup. he's never fucking getting rid of me now. if Bruce started having weird feelings about her, i think she'd have *fun* with it. she's decided she's in it for the long haul and for whatever being Robin means so. she's almost teasing about it, seeing how hard she can push before Bruce snaps. since it's an older, gruffer Bruce, i think he'd express open annoyance at it first, almost a sort of banter about how Carrie behave. but of course he caves and Carrie leans into it, because there's a fun in having all of Bruce's attention to herself. in the main timeline, Bruce is pretty split with so many Robins and Batgirls, but during their era, it's *just* her and him and she's very proud she's got him all to herself.

[petoskeystones]

[lollytea]

Huntlow situationship gives me such intense brain termites you don't get it

[locria-writes]

Me reading Qílián Shèng's inner monologue on how he knows now what a piece of shit he is:

Side note: Měiyù is goated and I want to promote her!

not qls' biggest downfall being his own narration 😭😭😭

[solar-eclipsed]

I need to stop falling in love with pairings in shows I literally haven’t fucking watched

[possamble]

realizing im kind of a weirdo about laios and marcille

[always-a-joyful-note]

Fly Away really are that duo where one of them is like "I want to support you and make you shine brighter than the stars and psychoanalyse you until I understand you more than you understand yourself. I want to push you to break your limits and believe in you more than anyone else because I absolutely do believe in you more than anyone else. I may not have had any friends before, but I know that I simply admire and love you and that's enough for me" and the other is like "You are the first person to have seen me for more than my weaknesses, and I am so eternally grateful for that. Your words provide me with the freedom to understand I'm not in this alone, and it makes me see that I want you by my side, supporting me, while I stay by yours supporting you. Because you're my friend, right?" And then you'll say one (1) minor problem and have them bicker like the bratty teens they are.