#lads zayne tickle

[magicaltickles]

See bc I originally wasn't planning on this howmstever, a certain two individuals convinced me of others SO love and deepspace tickle hcs enjoy 🥰

Dorks all of them (including mc) <3 okay hcs now promise

🪶 Sylus 🪶

- doesn't admit he's ticklish. will never admit he's ticklish. that being said-

- since he has some scars n stuffs from his ahem 'accidents', he's come to learn that they are actually very sensitive to light touches. at first didn't mind when you crawled into his lap to trace the lines and dots left from his tussles, but then your beautifully soft hands touched his skin and his life flashed before his eyes as he found himself having to suppress his reactions

- speaking of reactions, it takes a lot to get much out him. he's supposed to be the big scary boss, a few tickles can't be enough to take him down. his laugh is more like a deep chuckle and soft snickers

- you had to recruit Luke and Kieran once to lure Sylus into a tough spot and then you took charge to wreck him. he only forgave you after you kept your word on a promise to wash dishes for the next two weeks (he told the chef to take two weeks off and cooked for you as much as he could <3)

- ruthless ler most times. loves to chase you around the house, following you into rooms and under beds to wreck your shit

- sometimes he's soft tho, like when you're in bed. since he's a night owl and you aren't, he'll sometimes give you soft tickles to get you to sleep instead of staying up with him. will take that time to shower you in praise. his pretty crow<3

👾 Xavier 👾

- space man, hasn't been tickled in so long bc of his circumstances nor tickled anyone else. he almost forgot it was a thing, had he not seen others do it

- he's pretty ticklish himself, and has no trouble admitting it. he'll indulge in a tickle fight every so often with you if he's up to it

- most often tickles you when you guys are sparring. he'll make it his mission to pin you down and tickle you until you say he wins

- and if you manage to pin him first? expect him to squeeze your sides and thighs until he can flip you two over and give you the tickling you deserve<3

- he does it a lot as a way to cheer you up and get you to rest after fighting wanderers

- he wants his favorite person happy and relaxed as much as he can help it and is so super sweet about it

🐟 Rafayel 🐟

- is canonically the most ticklish one out of the gang. we even tease his about it a bit and it's absolutely adorable

- has canonically ticklish palms which makes my brain go brr bc he's an artist with ticklish palms and sometimes he won't think before absentmindedly running a brush over his palms for various reasons and tickling himself bc of it and LET ME GET MY HANDS ON THIS MAN PLS PLS PLS

- rafa is so playful and cute pls. constant tickle fights for any and all reasons

- bratty? tickles. won't look at his paintings? tickles. late to a meet up? tickles. forgot to call/text him back? tickles.

- and it goes both ways too, you can find any and all reasons to wreck his ass

- tbh, he's the love interest I can imagine being in the community if ykyk. he'd be a ler-leaning switch with big lee moods when he gets them. other than that, he's a big, playful tickle monster

- omg omg cute idea came to head he'd have you sit and tell you to start painting and then stand behind you and tickle you the whole time until you're both covered in paint and the canvas is filled with random lines and swirls bc it's all you could get down and fuhdhdnsn GOD THIS FISH MAN

- he makes the switch mood go dudhudbdushdn

❄️ Zayne ❄️

- baby zayne, the doctor of all doctor's stOP SACRIFICING YOURSELF TO SAVE US TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF PLS I LOVE YOU

- he's a heart doctor but that won't stop him from giving you, his favorite patient, an examination. which includes *that* part where he lightly presses on your tummy. he'll act like he has no idea what you're talking about

- cold hands syndrome. ends up tickling you slightly anytime he touches you as a result, or at least makes you jump

- he finds it amusing, loving to pretend he has no idea why you jump or squeak.

- loves to tease you for it tho, he'll lean in and whisper how cute you are and stuff

- will fluster you with his words ages before even laying a hand on you. zayne has an extensive vocabulary, and uses it well

- counts anything he can possibly count, using the excuse that he has to as your primary care physician

- this one isn't tickle themed, but I love the idea of him making it snow for you any and everywhere just bc he knows it makes you smile

[ppystkposts]

How curious.. @ticklygiggles

Santa asked me to send you a message, anyway, here it goes

"нононО~

Hi, this is Santa Claus!

Since you have been such a well behaved kid, I decided to give you a wonderful

present this year!

You have a special friend that love you just so much, they personally asked me for a

handmade gift

Thank you for being a good person!

Merry Christmas!

XOXO, Santa."

(Mia, contact me for a better quality!)

[lovelynim]

Fabi fabiii~ may I request ZAYNE x reader (I'll block you if you write Caleb), please~?

Lee!Zayne hehehehehe maybeeeee he's a little drunk and a little giggly? 🥺🥺🥺 But whatever is fine honestly!

Also, feel free to ignore this if it doesn't inspire you! Thank you! I love you MWAAAH 💕

[Requests open]

Hello my dearest dear! I'm glad you decided to stop by and I hope you like this little crooked drabble, ehe

You giggled as Zayne tripped over his own feet. He probably would have fallen face first if it weren’t for you supporting him. “Zayne, I think you’re drunk,” you teased, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you slowly guided him towards his car. 

“I’m- …not,” Zayne narrowed his eyes, trying to get his sight to work again while the world seemed to spin around you and him. “I’m fine, but I- I appreciate the concern. You can let me go-”

“I can not, you’ll fall,” you retorted, stopping by the side of his car and letting him lean against. “Where are the keys?”

“...what?”

“Sigh, the car keys, Zayne. How am I supposed to drive without them?” You chuckled, you couldn’t even get mad at him. It was so fun to see him so lethargic - so unlike him.

“You will… drive my car?” He asked, blinking slowly like some sort of lizard, “but I can drive, I’m fi-iHih- w-wait, whahat are you dohoing?”

“There is no way I’m letting you drive us home. I should get you a fine just for thinking of doing it right now,” you scolded, understanding you’d be getting nowhere before sunrise if you were going to wait for him to take action. You reached for his pockets, palming and poking around his waist, hips and even up to his ribs.

Of course, you knew the car keys wouldn’t be there, but since you were already at it, what’s the harm? “C’mon, where did you put them?”

“I-I dohohon’t remember! A-Ahah, let meheh think,” Zayne giggled, leaning against the car and turning his face away as he laughed, his face getting even redder.

“You don’t know where you left your own car keys? And you wanted me to let you-”

“Ah!”

“Found them,” you smirked, your hand groping his asscheek. You squeezed it a couple times before sliding your hand into the pocket on the back of his pants.

“...was that necessary?”

“I don’t know, think about it when you’re sober. Now get in, let me take you home, yes? ~”

[ticklees]

Love and Deepspace tickle headcanons

Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel, and Sylus (This is very mediocre and these are all my opinions! There are my first ever headcanons I think, so I hope I did alright.)

Headcanons below the cut ↓

Zayne

I don't see Zayne as a ler for some reason! I feel like he'd have to be told to tickle you. He'd be hesitant at first, but slowly give in. Once you start laughing, he'll become more and more intrigued, and eventually, you won't have to ask him to tickle you anymore.

After that phase, his favorite spot to tickle would be the ribs. He would scratch his fingernails up and down the grooves of your ribcage, watching as you gleefully squirm under his body. He'll count how many bones you have in your ribcage by squeezing every one he can feel, then claim that you have an irregular amount of rib bones.

He definitely subconsciously tickles you when you two kiss. When his hands run under your shirt and he's holding you in his lap, he'll accidentally dig a few fingers into your sides while holding your waist in place with his free arm.

Xavier

Xavier is super cute and I know that he's a gentle tickler as a fact. He loves light and gentle tickling, never going overboard or making you laugh too hard. While you're cuddling, he'll sneak a hand under your shirt and slowly caress your belly with a singular finger until you giggle. Then, he'll ask you what's wrong and move that finger to your ribs while chuckling to himself.

His favorite spot to tickle is the belly and palms. I can imagine him tracing the lines on your palms with the intent of making you squirm, but insisting that he's just interested in the lines. As for the belly, he definitely gives it light raspberries while holding your hands above your head. When his head comes up, he'll peck your forehead with a kiss and begin wiggling his fingers all over your stomach until you smile.

Rafayel

I know I've written all of the boys as lers, but I imagine him being tickled more than him doing the tickling. Maybe it's because he's adorable, but I can see him holding you in his arms while asking you to tickle his neck or chest because it "feels good".

When he begins to frequently ask for this, you become skeptical and ask if he likes being tickled elsewhere. He'd be offended and embarrassed at first, but after some thought, he'd agree.

His most ticklish spots are his ribs and feet. His ribs are super sensitive from his **** (spoilers). He loves the feeling of your fingernails running up and down the edges of his ribcage, gently showing each bone in it equal love. His feet are also horribly ticklish. He can't stand being tickled there for long but puts himself through it anyway. He's most ticklish under his toes and on the center of his arches.

Sylus

Sylus would tickle you until you piss yourself and then some. JK (not really), but he's definitely a mean ler. He'll pin your body beneath his and make you beg for mercy while drilling his fingertips anywhere that elicits any form of laughter. He'll find stupid reasons to punish you with tickling, he'll even lure you into saying something that he apparently deems offensive just so that he can feel justified when he grabs you by the waist and begins tickling the life out of you.

I don't feel like he has any favorite spots to tickle. If he does, it's wherever makes you scream and laugh the loudest. I can see him holding you and testing every inch of skin on your body with light wiggles and jabs to see exactly where you're ticklish.

Sylus would definitely tickle you in public as well. His hands will be in his lap one moment, then the next they'll be sneakily making their way to your thighs where they gently squeeze just to tease you. I doubt that he'd stop if you told him to. I can see him pretending like he's doing nothing to you, making sure to hide his hands so that everyone around you thinks you're laughing for no reason.

[the-violet-diaries]

Your- no, Our- Scent: Zayne x Reader

Summary: One night, you come home from a long day at work to make a new discovery: The loving partner you've always known to walk with his head high and hide all emotions beneath an icy-cold demeanor seems to be feeling more than just a bit down. But don't you fear, Dr. Zayne! Your beloved knows exactly what you need to feel better and return to your normal, healthy, self again, both mentally and physically!

Word Count: 2,960 (lol im so sry if its way too looong)

A/N: Hey, nice to meet you! I'm sure no one knows me yet, but my name is Violet. New in the tickle community (and LaDs community in general although ive been playing for a long time now). Practically live for LaDS. I hope to get along with all the other authors in this community❤️❤️. Sorry for just barging in like this unannounced! I'll apologize in advance because I know my first ff won't be the best, please feel free to give suggestions since I know everyone has much more experience than me! I will work to improve and try to start posting at least once in a week😅! With this fic about Zayne officially being my first work, I decided to make it more centered on my own personal life. I'm a loner, an extremely introverted quiet homebody. I suffer from depression that leads me into endless holes of emptiness and sadness for no specific reasons. That part of me is kind of what came to shape my fondness for tickling! I hope anyone else going through this can find solace in this fic! Here's to a great future with our boys! (even if LaDS isn't your fave fandom) 🌠❄️🐦‍⬛🐣🍎

P.S. The people I've tagged are just some authors I really look up to cause I admire your works! Thx!

This is a tickle fic btw!

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You've just come back from a long and exhausting day at work at the Hunter's Association. You step into you and Zayne's shared apartment, tiredly walking down the hall towards the bedroom. Pushing open the door, you see Zayne lying on the bed, his face turned towards the large window as he looks out at Linkon City's nightscape. His expression is somewhat empty, emotionless. Something seems wrong. You take a step forward.

Zayne can sense your presence, the atmosphere in the room shifting slightly. He doesn't turn to look at you, not right away. Instead, he continues staring out the window, the silence hanging heavily in the air, broken only by the sound of the soft rain outside.

Eventually, he speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're back late."

You walk over, putting your purse on the nightstand as you stand by the foot of the bed. "How was your day?"

Zayne finally turns his head, his gaze moving to fix on you. There's a weariness in his eyes, a tiredness that he usually hides behind his usual cool facade. He takes a moment before replying, his voice low and quiet.

"Long. Busy. The hospital, the same as always. And yours?"

You take off your coat and hang it on the nearby chair where Zayne's white doctor's scrubs already sway in the occasional warm breeze coming from the heater on the floor, getting into the bed. You lie down next to him, both of you just staring up at the ceiling. The room hangs in dullness, a monotonous feeling you don't usually experience when you're with Zayne. "The same. Missions, assigned one after another. Fighting, maybe around seventy Wanderers today."

Zayne turns onto his side, facing you. He says nothing for a few moments, just studying your face in the dim light. There's a faint scent of the outside clinging to your skin. He reaches out, his fingers gently tracing a drop of rain on your cheek.

"You're damp." His gaze falls on your hunter's uniform, the black and red leather soaked.

You nod. With nothing else to say, you decide on just stating the obvious. "It was raining. A little too much."

Zayne's fingers continue their path down your cheek, lingering for a moment on the soft skin of your jawline before they move to a strand of your wet hair.

"You could've just avoided the downpour, you know. Instead, you chose to come in like this. You'll catch a cold, Y/N."

You turn from the ceiling to look at him. You crack a half-smile, a lousy attempt at lifting the mood a bit. "Of course. Of course you know that I would run through the rain like a maniac any day than be a sane person and use an umbrella. No matter how long the distance from the Hunter's Association to the bus station."

Zayne can't help but chuckle back softly at your lighthearted comment, his eyes softening as he looks at you. His hand wanders back to your cheek, his touch tender.

"That I do. How could I ever forget my lover's bold and wild personality? How admirable."

His gaze roams over you, his eyes taking in the sight of you in your work outfit. It's a sight he's become quite fond of.

You finally bring a hand to gently caress his cheek with the tips of your fingers. Concern and softness line your face and voice. "What is it, Zayne? Why the long face tonight?" There. You've broached the topic.

He leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. It's as if he's savoring the feel of your fingers on his skin, grounding him in the moment.

"It's nothing, dear. Just a long day."

But even as the words leave his mouth, Zayne knows that's only partly true. There's something lingering beneath the surface, something that's been troubling him all day. "Just... work. The usual. Nothing I can't handle."

He shifts a little on the bed, turning onto his back. He's still looking up at the ceiling, the lines on his forehead deepening as his thoughts seem to weigh heavily on his mind.

Your eyes watch Zayne turn away, a soft smile appearing on your lips. Then the smile fades into an indifferent expression as you suddenly push yourself onto your palms and move swiftly, gently straddling him. You look down at him with a teasing yet nonchalant look in your eyes. One hand resting on one side of Zayne's head, your other hand comes down to gently prod at his side. Your voice comes out low but affectionate, teasing him with a poker face. "Oh, is that so?"

Zayne's eyebrows raise in surprise as you suddenly move to hover over him. It's definitely not something he was expecting, though he can't say he's complaining. He doesn't resist, allowing you to get comfortable on top of him. A hint of curiosity flickers in his eyes as he looks up at you, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement.

"Y/N? Wh-what are you doing, l-love?"

You lean down just a bit to look into his eyes with a fond but mocking gaze, your hand continuing to gently tickle his side. The hint of a teasing smile ghosts your lips. "You used my shampoo again, didn't you?"

Zayne can't seem to grasp what you're trying to do, what relevance this has with the situation at hand.

His forehead wrinkles in confusion, looking up at you with a sense of bewilderment and curiosity. But the feather-like touches very quickly start to get the best of him. A little too quickly. Zayne can feel the corners of his lips twitching, a slight grin breaking through despite his best efforts to hold it back.

"Wh-at? Your shahampoo? Wh-whahahat does thahat-"

His body involuntarily twitches a little in response to your tickling. Zayne's lips purse, trying to suppress his smile as he looks up at you with a mix of annoyance and amusement.

"A-ahahnd whaht i-if I dahaiid?"

A hint of defensiveness sneaks into his voice. He doesn't deny it, but he's not exactly confessing either. Zayne's eyes narrow slightly as he tries to figure out where this is going.

The nonchalant smile tugging at the corners of your lips grows just a bit as you continue to poke and prod at the skin from the outside of the soft material of his cardigan . "After I constantly told you not to?"

Zayne's eyes flicker with a hint of guilt. He's caught, he can't deny it. Your insistence had clearly fallen on deaf ears, but he wasn't expecting you to call him out on it.

"I…m-miahaight have- aha- uused it a t-time or- ahah- two. N-now lehet m-me-"

Zayne's eyes stare up at you. Although his expression is sheepish, teeth briskly biting down on his lower lip in a desperate attempt to suppress his growing smile, he's really trying to find clues in your stoic demeanor, trying to decipher the meaning behind all this.

Your poker face doesn't budge, but the slightly amused look in your eye hints that you could chuckle a bit just about now at Zayne's broken and flustered confession. Your hand delivering another swift poke to his stomach cuts him off. "Would you remind me, Zayne, how many times have we gone through this?"

Zayne flinches slightly at the poke, a small frown forming on his lips. He knows he's in trouble now, but he still tries to play it cool. He stutters, his tone becoming slightly defensive.

"A f-few t-tahahiimes, I- ahaha!- g-guess! Y-Y/N! Wh-What aahare y-you-"

You can't keep yourself from letting out the low chuckle that finally leaves you as you look down at Zayne's confused and giggling expression as he struggles to give in to the temptation to laugh full-on. Your hand quickens a bit, traveling to his chest with teasing touches. "Hmm, is that so?" You hum in a low voice.

Zayne tries his best to maintain his composure, he really does. But the look in your eyes, the way you're straddling him, your hand still gently tickling his sensitive spots…it's all too much. He can't quite hide the hint of embarrassment in his voice as he giggles, his body jerking sharply underneath you. He glances away, his face flushed.

"S-sthahap! P-plahese! Wh-why d-dahaoes this- Ahaah!-"

It's becoming increasingly difficult for Zayne to maintain his stoic demeanor. You bite back a smile of your own. How cute. Looking into his confused and panicked eyes, your bring your hand lower to his stomach, slipping your hand under his cardigan to drag slow, maddening circles around his navel. "Zayne, dear, would you care to answer a question for me? Would you count stealing as a crime?"

Zayne blinks. He definitely wasn't expecting that. Yet at the same time he's wearily aware of where this is all going, and he doesn't like it. He tilts his head a little, eyes flickering curiously amidst his helpless laughter.

"U-uahahm, yes! Y-yes, I w-wahahaould s-say that steahahealing c-could be c-cahahonsidered a c-crime!"

You hum. "Then would you consider yourself an offender? Of course, if the stolen item was my shampoo."

Zayne's expression flickers for a moment, but as much as he hates to admit it, he has no choice but to submit to his deeds. Just any means by which he can get himself out of this situation. He glances away for a moment in an attempt to hide the very rapidly rising blush on his cheeks, his lips parted as sweet giggles pour out.

"I-Y-yes! I-i hahave c-committed a g-greahaht c-crime! Y/N! I-I b-beg yhahaour f-forgivenahaess! P-please hahave m-mercyaha!"

You tilt your head to the side, your hand rising higher towards his ribs. "Is that so? Then Zayne, darling, would you kindly tell me what all offenders require?"

Zayne swallows thickly, his eyes darting down to your hand as it moves higher towards his ribs, the touch sending a shiver down his spine. His eyes widen with alarm, body squirming and jerking sharply under your touch, but it's too late. There's no escape now.

"N-NoaAha! Pl-pleahase d-doahaon't! Y/N! DHAHAON'T-"

His arms immediately flail, his hands coming up, desperately grabbing, pushing, pulling, doing anything in a hopeless attempt to take hold of your skilled fingers in his. You watch Zayne's face contort, unable to hold back the involuntary spasms of giggles and laughter that overtake him as he struggles underneath you. You can't help the smile that tugs at your own lips at the sight. No matter how much Zayne might lift in the gym or how sharp-witted he may be at the hospital, he's helpless right now. Completely helpless. And the best part is, he knows it. Too well.

You're quick to pin one of his arms under your knee and the other down against the bed with one hand as your free hand taunts at the exposed skin of his underarms. You lock eyes with Zayne, his own widening in surprise and panic amidst the helpless giggles that bubble from his mouth. They sparkle with mischief. Your voice drops to a note even lower. "That's right. Punishment." You speak as you watch him go crazy, shaking and laughing helplessly the moment your hands come into contact with the sensitive skin.

"W-wahaait! WAIT! Y/N! HaAhAha! Y/N! N-nOt tHerEeAHaHhaha!"

Zayne's body falls into involuntary spasms. He laughs uncontrollably, his body squirming and twisting on the bed as he desperately tries to free himself, but your hold is too strong.

You simply tilt your head, looking down at him. "Hmm? Not here, you say?"

Sweet, strangled laughter flows from Zayne's mouth, his body jerking and twitching beneath you. His arms twist and pull desperately, but you've got him completely immobilized. You know he would never bring his Evol out on you, no matter how "severe" situations might get. At least, in this position, he's too weak to do even a single thing to stop you.

"N-nOhahAhah! S-sToAhahP, pl-plAHehHshese-ahA!"

Something similar to flowers blooms in your chest as you look down at Zayne's brightly lit face. His lips part in the most adorable heart-shaped smile, his eyes shut tight and crinkled with joy. A rosy pink blush stains his cheeks, his hair scattered across the bedsheets as his head shakes back and forth, almost as if trying to get rid of the feather-like but torturous sensation. As your fingers dance along the tender skin, you open your mouth to speak.

"I'll let you go. On one condition. That you answer my last question."

Zayne writhes under you, going insane at your gentle touch. As your words fall upon his ears, he nods vigorously.

"Y-yAHAhaEes! A-aNAhYthiang! J-jUsT, plEeEHAeaSe, Y/N, st-StoaHOop!"

Your hand travels from his right to his left underarm. "Would you care to tell me, Zayne, why you are so keen on using only my shampoo to wash your hair? There are so many types we buy whenever we go out shopping. Why, then, does only the soap that I use for my hair fall into your hands every time?"

Zayne shrieks, his body jerking and twitching involuntarily. He tries to reply, but all that falls out is more helpless laughter.

"HAahahaAha…! I- I L-liiaHahAke t-the smAheEhell!"

He tries to squirm away, his back arching slightly as he tries to escape your touch, but it's absolutely no use. You hum.

"The smell? Hmm, is that so? And are you implying that your shampoo doesn't have a fragrance?"

Zayne nods vigorously, tiny droplets of pure joy beginning to form in the corners of his closed eyes. His voice comes out labored, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath between fits of laughter.

"Y-yEAs! N-nOt tHe s-sSAmAhamE! hAhaHaAa…"

"Not the same? Would you care to elaborate for me?"

Zayne's eyes water slightly with mirth, completely at your mercy.

"I- b-bECahAuSe it m-mAHahaKes me th-ThIHink of y-yOuo! HaAHha! I-it remiEhEinds m-mE of y-Ahaoyou every t-time I UuhSese i-iT!"

As quickly as it had started, Zayne's playful torture comes to an end, with you bringing your hands to rest on either side of his head as you look down at him. Your eyes soften a little, just enough not to lose the teasing element in your demeanor. You let out a soft chuckle, holding his gaze. Bending down until your head is just a few inches from Zayne's ear as you take a soft inhale, you speak in a low but fond voice.

"Keep using it. It smells better on you."

You lift your head up for a moment to hold Zayne's eyes with a gaze of affectionate teasing, the nonchalance never leaving your expression. Then you gently push yourself off him, rolling over to the other end of the bed and pulling the blanket over yourself to look out the window in one swift move, your back turned towards him.

Zayne blinks, completely breathless and dumbfounded. His heaving body relaxing against the bedsheet as he tries to recover from the tickle attack, his mouth falls open slightly, the surprise, shock, and disbelief reflected on his face as he processes what you've just said. Slowly, a small smile appears on his lips, his eyes softening as he turns to look at your back.

A few moments later, you hear the soft rustling of the sheets, and then finally the familiar warmth and comfort of Zayne's body behind yours.

"Is that why you chose this topic? Because you knew it would get me feeling all fuzzy and loved for on the inside? Because you knew it would help me recover from whatever I was feeling down about? Hmm?"

You don't turn around or say anything, letting his words settle in and the silence to give him his answer. Zayne slowly presses his chest up against your back, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He gently nuzzles against your soft hair, inhaling deeply, savoring the familiar scent of his— no, our— shampoo. The rise and fall of our breaths slowly fall into rhythm. For a moment, Zayne just stays there.

Finally, he speaks in a quiet voice.

"You always know just what to say. How do you do it?"

You finally turn around to look up at him. A soft smile ghosts your lips. You lock eyes with him, tenderness and affection taking over your features. Your voice comes out laced with a sense of care, barely a soft whisper. "How do you feel, Zayne?"

Zayne looks down at you, his expression a mixture of tenderness and gratitude. His eyes hold your gaze with a mirrored fondness. His lips part just enough to release a small sigh, his hand coming up to gently caress your cheek.

"Better. So much better."

He pulls you closer, his other hand wrapping around to draw soothing circles on your side, holding you against him. You let his face nuzzle into your silky tendrils again, leaning into his warm embrace. "Much better?"

Zayne nods, his eyes fluttering closed. He feels completely at ease.

"Much better. I don't know how you do it, but you always seem to know exactly what I need to hear in the moment. Exactly what brings me out of the darkness that pulls me in, in a time of need."

Zayne feels a lump form in his throat. He looks down at you with a mix of gratitude and tenderness, as if he never wants to let go. A silent vow to protect you from anything and everything that may ever hurt you, ever dare to try and blow out your candle. Silently thanking the universe for bringing you into his life. He swallows. There's a small pause before he speaks again, his voice barely a whisper.

"Y/N. I love you."

You melt into Zayne's embrace when you see the former tears of laughter turn into those of tender love, bringing a hand to gently brush them away from his eyes. "I love you too, Zayne. Very, very much."

He looks down at you, his eyes tracing over your face, taking in every detail as if it's the first time he's seen you. Then he leans forward, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

"Stay with me tonight? I find it easier to sleep when you're by my side and not rushing off to some emergency midnight mission."

Your fingers gently brush across his face, drying Zayne's tears with a tender smile on your own lips. "Always, my love. Always."

@lovelynim @jqnny @strawberriesinbloom @ticklygiggles @fourthavecafe @otomiyaa @wertzunge @ticklish-n-stuff @chibimochii

[bunnyy-123]

Truth or Dare

notes: this has spoilers for Sylus’s lore. This is a tickle fic. Lee! Sylus, Ler! Zayne, Rafayel, and Xavier. This is not a shipping fic.

MC stood by the doorway of her apartment, looking at the four men in front of her with worry. She was going to go shopping with Tara, completely forgetting that she had already made plans with the guys. She wanted to cancel, but they insisted they could wait for her. That meant having to leave the men alone together in her apartment. “Ok so…I’m going now…” MC said. “Safe travels.” Zayne replied. “Can you bring us back noodles?” Xavier asked. “How long are you gonna be gone?!” Rafayel whined. Only Sylus didn’t say anything. “It won’t be long. Just….no fighting , ok?” MC said. “Can you specify what kind of fighting you’re talking about?” Sylus asked.

“What other definition of fighting could there be?” Xavier said. “Physical fighting, verbal fighting…” Sylus replied.

“Play fighting.” Rafayel added. “You guys know what I mean! No threats, no insults, no using your Evol-“ “We understand.” Zayne said. MC closed the door and left. The four men sat on the couch. It was awkward.

“Ugh. This is boring. Does she have any games here?” Rafayel asked. “We shouldn’t go through her stuff.” Zayne said. “Let’s just come up with something else to do.” Xavier said. Rafayel sighed. “If only Miss Bodyguard had some paints in here or something…”

“I have an idea,” Sylus said. “Let’s play a game that will help us get to know each other.” “Do you have something in mind?” Xavier asked.

“I do. It’s called truth or dare.” Sylus smirked. Rafayel scoffed. “You mean the game that girls play at sleepovers?” “I think anyone can play it.” Xavier said. “What are we? A bunch of middle schoolers?”

“You certainly act like one at times.” Zayne said. ���Truth or dare it is. Who wants to go first?” Sylus asked. “Since you suggested it, you should go first.” Zayne said. “Ok. Go ahead and ask me.” “Truth or dare?” Xavier asked. “Dare.”

“Of course he’d pick dare.” Rafayel crossed his arms.

“Be quiet. I’m trying to think of something good.” Xavier said. He thought about it for a moment. “Ok, I got it. MC said you like to sing. So, sing something.” Sylus smirked. He did like singing. Unfortunately for the guys, he was not good at it. When he began to sing, they all tried to keep a straight face. Rafayel shot a look at Xavier, who was trying to be polite but it was obvious he was starting to regret his decision. “That was….um….interesting, Sylus.” Zayne said. “Thank you.” Sylus replied. “Yeah. I’m surprised you can hit notes that only dogs can hear.” Rafayel said. Sylus glared at him. “He was not that high pitched Rafayel.” Xavier said. “But the quality of his voice sounded like a dog whistle-“

“You have terrible taste,” Sylus shook his head. “Just for that, it’s your turn Rafayel. Truth or dare?” Rafayel pouted. “Hmph. Truth.” Sylus chuckled. “Just how close are you to MC?” “Why are we bringing her into this?” Zayne questioned. “Yeah, why are we bringing her into this!” Rafayel agreed. “You picked truth. Answer the question.” Sylus responded.

“Well…she’s my bodyguard.” Rafayel said. “Really? Is that the full extent of your relationship with her?” Sylus asked. “You don’t….find her attractive?” “W-what?!” Rafayel exclaimed. “He answered the question. Let’s move on.” Zayne pinched the bridge of his nose. “Xavier, truth or dare?” Rafayel asked.

“Dare.” “Yessss. Finally something fun.” Rafayel grinned. “Now I’m scared.” Xavier said.

“Oh come on, Xavier,” Sylus smirked. “You’re a hunter. Surely you’re not scared of a dare?” “Ok, I’m not scared. But if I’m honest, I’m a little nervous because of what Rafayel said.” Xavier said. “Xavier! I dare you to….lick the floor!” Rafayel ordered. “What? Seriously? That’s it?” “I can be even meaner if you want.”

“…No. I’ll do it.” Xavier got down on his knees. “Is he…actually going to….” Sylus stopped speaking when Xavier leaned down and licked the floor. “That’s disgusting,” Zayne scowled. “Completely unhygienic.” “It was a dare,” Xavier said. “I’m not going to be a coward just because something is gross.” “There are so many germs that could get you sick-“

“Zayne, you’re the only one who didn’t go yet.” Sylus pointed out. “…I don’t appreciate you interrupting me.” Zayne said. “Blah blah blah, germs are gross, we get it.” Rafayel said. “Truth or dare Zayne?” Xavier asked.

“Truth. I am not doing anything ridiculous in front of you.” Zayne huffed. “Ok…hm…what’s your guilty pleasure?” Xavier asked.

“Not that I feel particularly guilty about it, but I guess eating sweets despite telling my patients not to.” Zayne said. “Wow. You’re a hypocrite.” Xavier said. “What? It’s for their own good.” Zayne said. “But now that I’ve answered your question, I suppose it’s my turn to ask someone else.” “Yeah. That’s how it works.” Rafayel nodded. “Or you could end it here if you want.” Sylus said. “Sounds suspicious.” Xavier said. “Sylus, truth or dare?” Zayne asked.

“Truth, since none of you appreciated my singing skills.” Sylus said. “Are you truly invincible?” “Hm….thats a good way of putting things. My evol does allow my wounds to heal quickly.” Sylus nodded. “So, if I stabbed you with my sword, you wouldn’t die?” Xavier questioned. “I’ve been shot through the chest. I’m positive your sword wouldn’t do anything too serious.” Sylus said. “That’s…very interesting.” Zayne said.

“I suppose it is.” Sylus agreed. “But you can feel things right?!” Rafayel asked. “…I am not immune to tactile pain or pleasure if that’s what you’re asking.” Sylus said. “So…if Xavier stabbed you…it would hurt?”

Sylus raised an eyebrow. “Are you two planning an assassination attempt?”

“Hey. Remember what we were told,” Zayne said. “No fighting.” “I’m curious to how this works.” Rafayel stood up and walked to Sylus. “You can feel things but they can’t hurt you?” He prodded Sylus’s shoulder. Sylus sighed.

“I’m curious too. From a medical standpoint.” Zayne said. “I certainly hope you’re not going to poke and prod me like this one here.” Sylus grumbled. Zayne shook his head. Rafayel poked Sylus’s stomach. Sylus flinched and flashed him a glare. “Huh…what an interesting reaction-“ Rafayel kept poking.

“You little brat-“ Sylus protested. “I think he’s ticklish!” Rafayel said. “What?! I am not!” Sylus gave him a death glare. “You suuuuure?”

“I think you have a death wish.” Rafayel started to tickle him. To Zayne and Xavier’s surprise, Sylus actually laughed. “Did….did I hear that right?” Zayne blinked. “Stohohop thahahat!” Sylus squirmed away from Rafayel. “No, I heard it too.” Xavier smirked. “He laughed. He’s ticklish.”

“That’s an amusing development.” Zayne smirked as well. He and Xavier joined Rafayel in on the tickling. Rafayel tickled his stomach, while Zayne and Xavier tickled his sides and ribs. “I’m going to kihihihil you all!” Sylus yelled between laughs. “Hey. You remember MC’s rule, remember? No violence!” Rafayel teased. They tickled him for a few more seconds before stopping. Sylus glared at the three of them, but his ears were bright red. “Guess you’re not invincible after all.” Xavier said and Zayne chuckled. “…Here’s a reminder for you three. I don’t need sleep. You do.” Sylus said.

[roseapov]

Happy Birthday Zayne!

5th September 2024

[zombieee-queen]

Me: Nothing can come between me and my love for Zayne. He’s an angel. I adore him. He’s my life.

Sylus: *exists*

Me: Fuck.

[zaynes-left-chesticle]

ZAYNE?!!

I AM IN PHYSICAL PAIN RIGHT NOW AND I CANT STOP SCREAMING. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING AHHHHHH! 🤯😱🫣😳

[unintentionalseductress]

Telling The LADS Men to Ditch The Condom

Them reacting to you saying you want them to fuck you raw. Warnings : MDNI, sex, oral, handjob, and general smut These banners are mine, please do not reuse them.

Zayne, as a doctor, preached safe sex. He appreciates the responsibility and nothing is more attractive to him than a woman who is aware of her birth control options and doesn’t mind communicating openly with him about these decisions. After all, having sex was such an intimate act for him that he wouldn’t even think about it until you’d been dating for at least a month. He likes the exclusivity and the closeness of sex, and that includes being held accountable for the choices both of you made in the bedroom. So when you tell him to lose the condom, he blinks, making sure he hasn’t misheard you.

“You…want to do it without a condom?”

His head is between your thighs, kissing and nibbling the soft flesh as he edges his way towards the moist and sensitive folds, and he raises up on his elbows to ensure his ears aren’t being obstructed by your legs.

You nod slowly, blushing as his dark eyes fixated on yours, the flecks of amber in them lightening at the idea. His pupils dilate at your affirmation, and he hoists himself up a little higher, resting on your belly, gently stroking your flanks. “You’re sure about this? There’s no pressure you know.”

“I know. But I feel like we’ve been together long enough to allow ourselves to go one step further. And I’m on the pill. We can monitor the situation later if you want to but honestly Zayne, I think any step I take with you isn’t going to be something I regret.” You say the words candidly, reaching down to stroke his black, silky, locks of hair, heart skipping a beat as he plays with the squish of your belly, nuzzling his face into the softness. “I want to feel you. All of you.”

His eyes flutter closed for a second, the ebony eyelashes resting like fans on his cheekbones before he sighs, the little puff of air sending a shiver across your middle. He crawls up towards your face, capturing your mouth in a tender kiss, tongue sliding across the slit of your lips before entering inside. You cup his face and deepen the kiss, heat gathering in your body. Zayne pulls away only to come to your ear, hot breath tickling you as he speaks.

“I don’t think I’ll regret this either.” He licks the shell of your ear, making you twitch. “But remember, if you change your mind, I’ll stop. No questions asked.”

His words are so sincere and spoken with love, adding fuel to the fire. Zayne, patient and considerate, is looking at you with those sharp eyes as if you’re his last meal on earth. He kisses his way down, pausing briefly to shower some attention over your perked nipples, giving them soft licks and kisses that make you mewl and whine with need. Once he’s back at his original spot between your legs, your arousal has increased a hundredfold, your sex soft and swollen, leaking fluid as he parts your folds.

His tongue darts out, tasting you, licking slow lines from cunt to clit, before slurping the swollen pearl into his mouth, suctioning it with his lips. His middle finger flirts with your entrance, teasing it until it starts sucking in his fingertip, drawing a moan from you as he strokes it along your upper wall.

Zayne knew his anatomy and he never wasted a second in touching you exactly in the spot that made you feel like you were turning into a pile of goo. Never in a hurry, always taking his time, coaxing orgasms from you like a hobby, the breath tearing from your throat, your core spasming from the pleasurable waves that radiate throughout your body. Zayne nudges you through the final vestiges of your orgasm before stroking himself, readying his hardened cock.

He’s done this before but what gets to him as he aligns his tip with your hot entrance is how heightened the sensation is, the absence of latex allowing him to profoundly feel every muscle contract and fully experience how wet and welcoming your body truly was. He grits his teeth, his balls throbbing, desire surging through his veins, almost snapping his self-control.

He inches in slowly, splitting you apart, marveling at how you stretch to fit him, the little noises that leave your throat music to his ears. Once fully sheathed, he looks at you, hair tousled and splayed across the pillow, a flush across your face. He thrusts with care, drawing a moan of longing from you and softly rolls his hips, adjusting himself at an angle he knew you liked.

Every movement brushed his mushroomhead against your gspot, soft sighs filling the air, his lips descending onto yours, his thumb working your clit, gradually bringing up your pleasure to another peak.

“You feel so good darling,” he pants, his thrusts becoming steadily faster, his willpower fading away to primal need. “Taking me so well,” he whispers, capturing your lips in another passionate kiss.

Your body is reeling from the stimulation and with Zayne’s gentle ministrations on your clit you cum with a cry, his hips stuttering as he feels the orgasmic spasms of your core around his cock. He tries to hold on, but it’s too much, his head growing sensitive as your second orgasm sucks him in deeper into your warmth, his balls tightening up and the coil in his belly compressed to a limit until it snaps, and with a grunt, he spills himself into your body.

Afterwards, he holds you tenderly, gently easing out, and cleaning up your messy slit with a warm washcloth, playing with your hair until the both of you fall asleep.

This is a man who’s been taught condoms are the best way to avoid complications. It’s a golden rule that he will not have unprotected sex for both health reasons and to avoid making the person he’s with uncomfortable. You don’t have condoms? He’s running to the pharmacy to get some. He takes these things seriously and understands that it’s simply gentlemanly to be the one to buy condoms. Xavier wants to feel like he can be relied on in situations like this and that you should never feel awkward asking him to make a condom run or any kind of run.

He’s reaching for the box to roll one onto himself when you hold his wrist. Curiously, he looks at you, a sight to behold, a heavenly sight laying on his bed, lips plump and swollen from his kisses, body glistening with sweat from your recent orgasm.

“Ditch the condom Xav,” you murmur, tracing his arm with your fingers, causing goosebumps to bloom on his skin, his usually slow heartbeat picking up a few paces.

“Are you sure angel?” He lays down gathering you in his arms, his erection tickling your belly as he breathes in the perfume of your hair.

“Positive.” You stroke his cheek reassuringly, feeling like you could drown in the depths of his blue eyes, unable to control the little giggle that leaves your throat as he blushes at your confirmation.

“Xavier.” You grasp his chin, forcing him to look at you. “I’ve never been more sure. I know I can trust you, rely on you. And right now, I can’t think of anything I want more than to feel you inside me, no barriers.”

He’s shy, his smile so awkward and his face so pink. This was new to him, and the fact that you’re asking so sweetly is pulling at his heartstrings. After hesitating for another moment he places the condom back on the nightstand.

“All right angel. Since you're sure. But tell me if you feel uncomfortable at all ok?” Xavier rubs his thumbs over your cheekbones in circles, a sweet and tender gesture, carefully laying over you, his chest coming into contact with yours as he tips your face up for a kiss, his hands slipping under you and clasping your shoulder blades to bring your body as close to his as he could.

While his tongue explored your mouth, he raises slightly on his knees and effortlessly finds your moist entrance with his tip savoring each tiny inch that envelopes his cock with aching warmth. He's unable to control the sigh that escapes his lips, lost in your mouth as he feels the wet muscles contract around him, pulling him in. The feeling is inexplicable, the intimacy of skin on skin making him feel heady and light, heart racing in his chest.

His brilliant blue eyes begin to darken at the edges, turning into a darker shade of midnight as he bottoms out, little noises of contentment resounding in your throat as you feel the hot velvet column of his cock fill you, feel the way it pulses as he occupies your pussy.

“Xav… You feel amazing,” you gasp as you pull away from his mouth, his hips coming to lay flush against yours as he thrusts into you, stroking your inner walls and teasing all the right spots inside you. He's hot and flushed, watching your face as it contorts in pleasure, his blush settling across his cheeks and nose like adorable pink freckles. You smile hazily as him and his head dips down to suckle as nipple, his tongue caressing the little bud, turning your moans into sighs of longing.

When his thumb starts to circle your clit you almost cry out from the pleasure of it all, every sensitive spot being hit at the same time with aching perfection. His breath mingles with yours, sweat forming on both your bodies as you rock against each other, creating delicious friction, matching the other rhythm for rhythm, strike against long stroke.

The edges of your vision blur as your climax grows nearer and Xavier’s jaw grows tight, a moan escaping his lips as he tries to hang on, determined not to climaxes before you. His thumb picks up its pace and with a shaky gasp, your orgasm hits, the sweetness of it making you sob as it grips you, feeling your core spasm, and with a final push of triumph, he allows himself to succumb to his own desires, cock twitching and spasming along with your pussy as he cums, coating your walls with his seed.

Tired, he collapses on top of you as gracefully as he can, your hands and soothingly rubbing over his back, kissing his hair, murmuring praise to him as he floats down from his high.

“Angel…you're so wonderful. The best.” his head is on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as he tries to grasp into reality. You can't help but laugh lightly. Xavier always gets pussy drunk and now without the condom it appeared to accelerate to an entirely fucked out state.

His eyes gleam like sapphires as his breathing returns to normal. “Well how am I supposed to be the guy making the condom run now after knowing what it feels like without one?”

You roll your eyes affectionately at him and flick his forehead.

Rafayel isn't unfamiliar with sex and intimate relationships but he doesn't often engage in them. He's quite shy and doesn't tell you what he's thinking. With patience and a little experimentation, Rafayel slowly came out of his shell and learned to feel comfortable enough with you to express his desires and wants. However, he's nervous about how you'll react to him admitting he's been wondering how it would be without a condom so he clams up.

His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are half lidded, whining as he rests between your legs, his back against your chest as you pump his erection with aching perfection.

“Feeling good baby?” You coo at him as he writhes under yourself ministrations at your mercy.

“Yeah… So close… Don't stop… “ he pants, hips desperately thrusting up to meet your strokes, feeling his thigh muscles quiver and his abs growing tighter with each passing second.

“Talk to me Raffy… how good am I making you feel?”

“So good…” His eyes, a lovely shade of lavender gray are starting to turn into smoke as his impending climax builds and rises. His cheeks are flushed and there's sweat on his forehead and chest from the exertion, the gentle crescendo of pleasure building to a steady peak.

He gazes up at you in a haze, those adorably plump lips parted as he gasps for air.

“You're so pretty when you pout you know?” you ask teasingly and as predicted his brow furrows, displeased at your amusement.

“Don't… say things like… that!” the color in his cheeks rises and your own control slips slightly as you lean down to give an admonishing nibble on his lower lip. The extra stimulation is enough to push him over the edge and with a groan he pulses, his cock warm and needy in your palm, spilling his cum into your hand.

Your clean hand plays with his pretty hair as you continue to pump him with care ensuring he rides out every drop of his orgasm, a few more more spurts of viscous fluid leaking from his tip before stopping.

Rafayel relaxes on your lap as you reach over to grab a tissue and wipe off your hand. His eyes linger on your messy hand, sticky with his arousal and he feels his cock twitch despite having just cum.

“I wonder what it would look like slipping out of your pussy instead of your hand,” he says in a quiet pondering voice that has you pausing, a wicked grin forming on your face.

“Raffy… Did you just say you wanted to fuck me without a condom?” You emphasize the word ‘fuck’ on purpose because of how flustered he gets when he hears it and sure enough, he pouts, a noise of embarrassment escaping his lips, rolling onto his side to hide his face.

You quickly discard the used tissue and lay down to face him, pulling his struggling hands away from his face which looks like a setting sun now, adorably flushed, eyes bright and averted.

“Raffy tell me what you want.” You reassuringly pull closer to him, nuzzling his warm neck.

His cheek rests on the top of your head and with a sigh he admits with a hint of bashfulness, “I fantasize about it sometimes. But we don't have to,” he adds quickly.

Your laughter is muffled by his neck as you lean back to look at him. “I think we've been together long enough to discuss doing it raw.” You look at him imploringly.

“Cmon baby. We can ditch the condom today. I kinda want to know what it feels like too.”

His smokey lavender roam over your face, still carrying hints of hesitation in them. “You're sure? You're not just doing this because I want to right?”

“Oh Raffy. There's never been a day where you've made me feel forced to do anything. I'm very sure.” You cup his face between both your hands and gaze at him lovingly.

He laughs awkwardly, smiling shyly and you feel his erection press against your thigh as the both of you draw in for a kiss, Rafayel pulls your knee over his hip, stroking your moist folds with his cock. You whine in pleasure as he holds his cockhead up to your clit and you slide along his length, both of you sighing passionately at the intimate touch. His engorged tip cups the base of your clit so perfectly and you feel your core clench in anticipation.

Rafayel drags his length between your folds one more time before sliding down to your needy hole, groaning as your wet heat circles his tip. You push down on him, feeling the heat of his member, enjoying the way he fills you so wonderfully, his head sitting snug against your gspot.

The thrusts were shallow in this position but it allows you to snuggle into his chest, look deeply into his eyes and kiss him at leisure, each stroke hitting that sweet spot inside you with aching precision. He toys with your clit , pinching and rolling it for your pleasure.

He's amazed at how good you feel, how tight you are around his length, how wet you really are. The condom almost dulled this sensation and it feels like he's woken from a dream and experiencing reality for the first time.

Your orgasm hits sharply, making you cry out and cling to him the combined fondling of your clit and gspot too much for handle. As it starts to settle down you moan in his ear.

“Baby… Give it to me. I want to know what your cum slipping out of my pussy feels like too. Please… Cum for me… Like how I came for you…”

Your voice is whiny and pleading and Rafayel's hips stutter as he reaches his peak, letting out noises of his pleasure into your ear as he cums, and you feel his hot seed fill your eager pussy. As the both of you catch your breath, kissing each other in the afterglow, everything feels right.

Rafayel's erection softens and as it happens you feel the unmistakable feeling of your combined cum sliding out of your pussy, pooling at the crevice of your thigh.

“That's so hot,” you murmur and from Rafayel's expression he's thinking the same thing. He gathers a little bit of your mixed fluids on his finger, fascinatedly tasting it, his eyes intoxicated at the flavor.

“See what happens when you tell me what you want?” you strokes his arm. He nods then gets close to your ear.

“I don't think I want to use a condom ever again.”

Sylus is that guy who loves going in raw but only if he's sure you're into him. And despite the talk of him being the ruthless leader of Onychinus, he's a true gentleman and would never bring the topic of having unprotected sex unless you initiate it. He prides himself on being someone you look to for security amidst the chaos in the N109 zone.

His fingers are knuckle deep into your pussy, wet squelching noises filling the air as his long fingers expertly tease that bundle of nerves inside you while his thumb rubs circles on your clit drawing out a moan of longing from you, your walls clenching around his thick fingers.

“That's it good girl… Give it to me,” his deep voice rumbles in approval as you writhe desperately on his fingers feeling your body tense in anticipation at what was to come.

His lips hover over your collarbone nibbling leisurely and you roll your hips, moaning as your climax washes over you, pussy spasming from the gratification.

He licks his fingers clean, savoring the tang of your arousal before pulling you in for a deep kiss, pulling you snugly against his chest, and pressing kisses to your hair. You taste the musky flavor of your orgasm, transferred from his tongue to yours.

Your hands are already busy with his cock, tickling his thighs and cupping his balls drawing a chuckle from him.

“Easy kitten. We have all night.” His tongue slips between your lips again and gives you a sloppy kiss, a noise of delight leaving you as you stroke the hot velvet of his cock.

“Sylus?” you stroke him in a steady rhythm that has him humming, the noise sounding like a cat purring, his abs contracting in response to your touch.

“Yes doll?” he licks and nibbles down the side of your neck making you shiver. His crimson eyes fixate on you as you hesitate to speak.

“What is it? You know I'll do anything for you right?” He grasps your chin firmly and makes eye contact, feeling flattered when you blush, your nipples perked from your recent orgasm, skin covered in a sheen of sweat, looking divine.

“I was thinking…”

“Yes?”

“Um… How would you feel if… we didn't… Useprotection?” the last few words are said in a rush, and your cheeks grow hot as you make your request. It's not normal for you to feel so shy, after all Sylus was incredibly open to experimentation and exploring kinks with you. But there was something so personal about asking this of him, letting a part of him sit within you so intimately and the vulnerability made you feel exposed.

Sylus rises a contemplative eyebrow, his lips curling into an indulgent smile as he sees how flustered you're getting.

“The kitten has gotten bold,” he says approvingly. “You wish to have all of me? Feel my cock in all it's exposed glory inside your wet little cunt?”

The crudeness of his words sends a rush of arousal straight into your already dripping core. Heat fills your cheeks and you slap his shoulder.

“Don't say it like that!”

“isn't it the truth though?” Sylus rolls you on top of him as he lays back against the pillows, enjoying the view of your soft body. “Don't you want to feel every inch of my veiny cock fill you, rub your sensitive walls and fuck you senseless? All the while your tight little pussy keeps getting wetter for me and you can't do anything except helplessly moan and let me stuff you with my seed?”

His ruby eyes glitter sinfully as he watches you squirm under his gaze. How cute. His fingers idly stroke your sides, your hands full of his cock but momentarily frozen from his teasing.

“Don't feel like you have to stop on account of me sweetie,” he prompts, then can't stop himself from laughing as you hasten to continue with your strokes. “You fluster so easily.”

“Anyone would if spoken to that way!”

“Oh no sweetie. I doubt anyone else would have such an adorable reaction. Why can't you just admit that you want me in you, no barriers, just raw and primal like animals?”

Your nails scratch over his abs, feeling them quiver. “If you don't want to just say so.”

“Don't be that way.” His red eyes narrow, hands tightening around your waist. “You know I want to.” His large hands cup your breasts and squeeze.

“Then why do you keep laughing like it's funny?” you whine as he twists your nipples, and grind his upper thigh.

Sylus's eyes soften slightly before he leans up to kiss a nipple and pull it softly with his lips. “Mhm… Sy…” your nails scratch his scalp as you cradle his head.

He lets go and blows a puff of air over the hardened peak, causing it to perk up more before circling it with his thumb. “I adore you doll. It’s not that I find it funny. I'm very flattered that you want me that way. But if I let my desire for you consume me, you may find yourself pushed to a limit.”

He traces a finger from between your breasts down to your navel. “You may find me… being rough. More than you're used to. Because kitten…” he leans up with you balanced on his body and with a soft tickle of hot breath on your ear that has you jerking slightly in surprise, he says in a feral whisper, “the thought of burying myself in your cunt with no condom on, feeling how you clench and get turned on for me makes me want to eat you alive.”

Blood rushes to your face and Sylus watches with satisfaction. He caresses your cheek. “Ride me kitten.”

His eyes darken as you glance at him under lowered lashes. You crawl over his body on your hands and knees hovering your slick core over his hard length. He sucks in a breath as you lower your hips, teasingly brushing his tip against your wet hole, the sensation of so inviting it takes all his willpower not to slam into you mercilessly. He knew he wouldn't be able to control himself if he was on top, wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking. Putting you in control was the wise choice here.

“Fuck kitten,” he growls, his fingers digging into your hips. “You feel so good. So wet for me.”

Sylus's cock stretches you deliciously as you take him in, feeling his veins and heat pulsate achingly inside you. You whine as you fit him in, you whine each time because he's just so big, and it takes a while to adjust and take him. It never fails to make him smirk but today he's watching intently wondering how he's supposed to last with your pussy gripping him like a glove and enveloping him with your needy heat.

When you finally bottom out, both of you take a collective breath and feeling so full, feeling how he fits inside you. Resting your palms on his chest you start to move, lifting your body up feeling him stroke your inner walls and start to ride him.

You start slow, setting a pace that has him groaning, holding your hips so tightly it hurt but you continue, angling your body until you feel his engorged head brush your gspot. His teeth are gritted as he slips a finger between your legs and finds your hardened clit, stroking it to match your movements.

The texture of his cock has you moaning, his gentle movements on your clit pushing you closer to him edge. Sylus lets out a hiss of air, trying not to disturb your pace but his will is being ripped to shreds.

You were so warm. So tight and wet. And claiming you without a condom in his opinion only solidified further that you were his. Marked, claimed, and rightfully his in the most biblical sense.

Your pace picks up as you ride him, needing more friction pathetic noises leaving your throat as you chase your orgasm. Your thighs quiver and burn from the effort but you're so close that you push through the pain, gasping as Sylus firmly presses into the little bud.

“You're so cute like this, struggling on my cock. Let go for me sweetie… Make a mess all over me.”

His words are a sinful request mingling with the sounds of slapping skin and lewd noises of need. With a loud breath of desire, you cum all over him, eyes squeezing shut at the pleasurable spasms that rock your body.

It's too much for Sylus to handle, and taking advantage of your momentary lack of movements, he thrusts upwards into you, fucking you through your orgasm desperate to cum with you.

The absence of the condom aids him and with a loud bark he feels his balls tightening and his orgasm hits him like a train, holding you tightly as pleasure flows through him, his seed filling into your needy pussy.

Fuck he was addicted. He rolls you onto the bed and holds you close to him.

“You're going to be the death of me kitten.”

© unintentionalseductress original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating

[deepspacenova]

UNDER PRESSURE

1700 words | banter. tension. jealousy. possessive Sylus.

Prompt: running into your main lads man (boyfriend) while you're out with your second favorite lads man (as a friend) and how they would react.

Note: Written for this round robin/challenge by the lovely @jinwoosbabyboo -- it's open for anyone, by the way, so consider yourself tagged if you're interested! (:

The smell of antiseptic mingled with the earthy scent of Vagrant's Land while the pop-up clinic buzzed with organized chaos. Patients with various illnesses and injuries stood around waiting for the moment they'd be called back and have their ailments treated or cured.

The welcome tent’s fabric flapped in the soft breeze as you let the nurse manning the check-ins know why you were there. When you were shown inside, you noticed the open space had been outfitted with portable medical equipment to create a busy hive of treatment cubicles and testing areas.

You glanced around the crowded space until you found him. Taller than most of the room, intent on his work, and confidently in his element, Dr. Zayne scribbled onto the clipboard a nurse was holding toward him. Finishing his last marking, he looked up, cool hazel eyes thawing ever-so-slightly and dented with a happy crinkle as he straightened and dismissed your escort.

"Right on time," he murmured, grabbing two latex gloves, a yellow file folder, and his medical bag.

"Miracles can happen when you least expect them," you teased with a grin.

Zayne started to usher you toward a makeshift examination corner since all the cubicle curtains were closed. "Medical miracles, maybe," he quipped. "But you being on time? That’s a phenomenon even science can’t explain."

You laughed softly, sitting down as he gestured to a folding chair and rested his medical bag on the wobbly table next to him. "Careful, Dr. Zayne, your bedside manner is slipping."

With an amused shake of his head, he reassured, "This shouldn't take long. Just a quick exam, same as always."

You nodded, rolling up your sleeve as he pressed his cool fingers to the inside of your wrist and got started. His touch was warm but impersonal, his attention fixed on his readings. He moved methodically, pressing the tips of his fingers over your heart and chest.

Though the process was clinical, you couldn't help but study Zayne with fondness — the way his brows furrowed in concentration, the way his nostrils flared when a loud noise interrupted him, the way his breath became a tickle on your cheek when he leaned in to adjust his stethoscope.

That was the moment you heard his voice.

“Don't tell me you're afraid now,” Sylus demanded from the clinic's entrance, making nurses and bystanders alike stand to attention, as if they couldn't help but wait for his next directive. “I could put you two into far worse situations.”

Two hooded boys in medical masks shuffled in behind him, the defiant puff of their chests doing little to hide their apprehension. At Sylus' words Luke scowled but didn’t argue while Kieran kept glancing toward the exit like a cornered animal. Giving them a pointed look toward the nurse they were supposed to follow, he took a few steps forward before his eyes landed on you.

The vision of the leader of Onychinus halting in place with a satisfied smirk spreading across his face was unnerving enough to straighten every spine in the vicinity. But he barely noticed as he waved off the boys and made his way toward you.

Then his eyes flicked to the person next to you. To the stern yet striking man whose face was so close to yours he was practically stealing your fucking air from you.

Jaw tightening — the only outward sign of his discomfiture—Sylus strode toward you with deliberate, measured steps, his posture casual but predatory.

A fluttering of wings had taken flight in your stomach as soon as you'd heard Sylus' gravelly voice, but for the sake of Zayne's time and not raising any eyebrows in the semi-public setting, you'd resolved to find Sylus after your check-up. Unfortunately for you, Sylus never much cared about the concept of discretion when it came to you.

Stopping behind you, he placed the edge of his palm on your shoulders, spreading his fingers across your chest in a rather over-the-top display of possessiveness.

Doctor Zayne hadn't even looked up at the interruption and had moved on to digging for a tool in his medical bag when the hand-shaped barrier blocked his access to your heart.

“Well, isn’t this cozy?" Though the words were casual, his tone was wrapped in barbed wire.

"Sylus!" You said, hoping the breathlessness in your voice wasn't too noticeable. Looking up at his sharp features, which managed to be frustratingly beautiful even upside down, you smiled and moved his hands from your chest to your biceps, patting the tops of them twice. "I didn't know this is what you meant when you said you were taking care of some business with Luke and Kieran. Shouldn't you be with them?"

A low chuckle emerged from his throat, laced with both amusement and menace. "I was, sweetie. That is, until someone else piqued my... curiosity." His hands slid slowly down to the crooks of your elbows and then disappeared. Suddenly, the chair next to you was occupied with your boyfriend's imposing form, eyes boring into Zayne's unflappable figure. "I didn't realize doctors from Linkon City made special appointments when they visited Vagrant's Land."

“I volunteer here once a month,” Zayne said matter-of-factly. He didn’t look up as he re-focused on his examination of you, ignoring Sylus' eyes — one, a muted scarlet, the other an angry vermillion — trained on every movement. “It’s a good way to reach those who can’t make it to a hospital.”

Sylus’s gaze darkened, his lips curving into a tight smile. “How noble of you. I see you're very—” His eyes lingered on Zayne’s hand, still resting against your chest. “—thorough with your patients.”

"Sylus," you cut in quickly. "Have you met my childhood friend, Zayne? We recently reconnected when he became my doctor."

But Sylus' attention didn't move from Zayne.

“Any good doctor is thorough,” Zayne replied, turning to jot down notes into your file. His voice was calm, almost bored, as if Sylus’s presence barely registered. “If something's off, it's important to work on her as soon as possible."

“I’ll bet it is,” Sylus muttered under his breath, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his seat.

Recognizing the simmering menace in his tone, you jam your elbow into Sylus' narrowing your eyes in a silent warning. Your string of bad luck continued however, when, after he placed a dramatic hand over his elbow, Sylus went back to watching your childhood friend with the kind of intensity that made most people fear for their lives.

Zayne, of course, was not most people.

“Do you mind?” Zayne asked, flicking a quick glance at Sylus through his lashes. “I’m trying to work.”

“Not at all,” Sylus replied smoothly, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Don’t let me interrupt.”

Another tense few minutes pass, and the balloon of pressure in your chest expanded second by second as the tension between Sylus and Zayne crackled like static.

You were caught between irritation with Sylus for his uncharacteristically territorial behavior or shock with Zayne, who was acting more aloof than usual, almost like he was... purposefully fueling Sylus' ire.

“So, Sylus,” you said brightly, trying again to diffuse the situation. “Why'd you bring Luke and Kieran here?”

“Do they seem like the guys who'd show up to update their vaccines if I didn't drag them myself?” he shot back with a smirk, jerking his head toward the cubicle Luke and Kieran were in.

“That’s admirable,” Zayne remarked, his tone neutral. “More people should take an interest in the well-being of others.”

“That's me, a real caretaker," Sylus drawled, eyes narrowed. And just like that, any hope for the peace you'd been building toward popped like a bubble. "Though I can't say I'm as hands-on as you, doctor. At least... not in public."

"A shame." Zayne raised an eyebrow, his expression faintly amused. “Hands-on can be very effective when done correctly.”

The implication hung in the air, subtle but deliberate. You groaned internally, feeling like a rope in an increasingly taut tug-of-war.

“Alright, enough,” you snapped, looking down at them with your hands on your hips. “Sylus, this is just a check-up. Zayne, stop provoking.”

Both men fell silent, though the charged atmosphere lingered.

Sylus had the nerve to look almost... chagrined for the first time in his life, which alone worked wonders on your frustration — though from the way he stood and rested his hand on the back of your neck, it might've been more placating than chagrined.

Zayne, who also stood up, simply adjusted his glasses, his composure as unshaken as ever.

“I’m done here,” Zayne said, handing you a slip of paper. “I've updated the schedule according to your upcoming work trips. Other than that, you're fine.”

“Thank you, Zayne,” you smile warmly, stuffing the paper into your bag.

Zayne nodded, then turned to Sylus and held out his hand in a begrudging truce. “She’s in good health. You can relax.”

For a moment, you stared at Sylus' stoic expression and worried all hell would break loose in Vagrant's Land. Then, he linked his hand with Zayne's and gave it a firm, business-like shake, turned you around, and led you back to the entrance to wait for Luke and Kieran.

You couldn’t help but glance back at Zayne as you walked. He'd already moved onto his next patient, but caught your eye when you look around. And you could've sworn that Zayne, Doctor Zayne, your childhood friend, winked at you.

Once you were far enough to feel the afternoon breeze sweep over you, Sylus' gaze softened as he searched your face. “You feeling alright?” he asked, looking at the place where her aether core rested. His voice was quieter now, the edges of his tone no longer sounding so ruffled.

“I don't know. How should I feel after I've been pissed on by my boyfriend at my doctor's appointment?” Though you try to sound angry, it comes out as nothing but pure amusement.

At your smile, the tension in his shoulders eased slightly, and the corner of his lips curved. "Pissed on? I'd never do something so crass, kitten." He leaned down, his breath gliding over the crook of your neck like a feather, and rasped, "You know I'm more of a biter."

[gay-dorito-dust]

Cat boy lads things

Rafayel is the type of car boy who’d occupy your lap more often than not and will become pouty when your attention isn’t fully on him, so much so to the point where he’ll act like you’ve been neglecting him. (This is a false statement)

He’s the king of the side eye. He’s judging you but he’s not silent about it either and he will move to the other side of the room, however he’ll think that you’ll come after him and get pouty when you don’t.

He’s sending all kinds of signals and all of them contradict the other and yet he still expects you to know what he was conveying…for someone who hates cats he shares a lot more in common with them then he’d like to admit.

Zayne is the type of cat boy who is secretly obsessed with you and would do just about anything you’d ask of him.

He’s more than willing to wait on hand and foot for you, all the while reminding you of his loyalty and fondness for you when in close proximity of you. It’s extremely intimate with how close your faces were from each other, feeling his breath fan across your face.

He’s the calmest out of all of the cat boys and the most well behaved as he can be found next to you, casually grooming his tail and ears while chaos ensues throughout the room. He’s kinda low maintenance but you give him attention and affection regardless just to see him smile and purr against your lips.

Xavier the little freak is the kind of cat boy who will be calm with the hand dealt with him but thrives off of you touching his ears and tail, regardless of how sensitive both of them were, he just likes the feel of your hands touching him while he becomes a little warm under the collar.

However he’s also the type to be found fast asleep in some weird places and in weird situations. He sleeps like he’s dead and it concerns you greatly as you spend the next ten minutes trying to wake him up, internally freaking out, only for him to wake up completely unbothered.

He kneads your chest…a lot…that is all. The little freak. (Affectionate)

Sylus is a gentlemanly cat boy who always had a pension for mischief either the way it glimmered in his eyes as he presses a kiss to the back of your hand.

He uses his tail to grasp your wrist or even brush again your waist as he’s walking past, his ears pricking up at the sound of your little hitches of breath, and a knowing smile is stretched across his lips as he raises a brow at you.

You hated him for making you feel like this but you didn’t at the same time.

He will rub his scent on you if he smells another cat boy on you, not out of possessiveness or overprotectiveness, he just really doesn’t want you smelling like other cat boys. However this isn’t much of a problem when his scent away them away anyway from you anyway.

Bonus cat boys;

Kieran and Luke are the two shits who makes life infinitely harder.

They will think it’s funny to knock shit over, while your watching them do so no less, and or start biting and tugging at your clothes relentlessly until you threaten to spray water on them for being little shits.

Somehow they get their tails knotted together…how you don’t bother to ask as it’s already a headache with them saying that while they’re twins, they rather liked have their own independence separate form the other.

There the type lie their bodies across your body while you sleep, making you wonder what the fuck is that unnecessary weight coming from, only to open your eyes and see these two dummies smiling back at you with matching Cheshire grins. That or use their tails to tickle your nose as a prank or even rest their heads close to you so you could feel the twitching of their ears at every subtle sound.

They have to sleep on either side of you, those are the rules and you have to abide by them if you don’t want them being little shits.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

The Scream I Just Scrumpt

LADS Men reacting to hearing you snort and/or wheeze when you laugh for the first time.

A/N: for the sake of this post the muppets exist in this world okay? Thanks love you 🩵 [Requested by: Anon]

Zayne

I definitely feel like the first time Zayne heard you take a long wheeze while laughing and then cough he'd immediately go into doctor mode.

"How long have you been wheezing?"

"Is your chest tight?"

"You've never made that sound before."

"Where's my stethoscope?"

You knew he was dead serious, but you couldn't stop laughing meanwhile he's stressed thinking you're about to pass out.

Rafayel

You and Rafayel would be in the middle of a laughing fit to the point where both of you are wheezing and the second you snort you'd both stop laughing and lock eyes in shock before breaking out in laughter again even louder this time.

Rafayel: My lil piggy

MC: Don't even think about making that a new nickname

Xavier

Xavier: Looks like I have a little Miss Piggy on my hands

MC: Stop you know that makes you Kermit right?

Xavier: Would I be a handsome Kermit?

MC: *Still giggling and snorts again* You didn’t hear that

Xavier: Your little snort is almost as cute as you *boops your nose*

Sylus

Sylus: I had no idea such an interesting sound could come from you

MC: Don't tease me I snort sometimes when I'm laughing too hard

Sylus: I'm not complaining sweetie

MC: You're definitely teasing me

Sylus: No I want to hear it again

MC: Well it doesn't happen every time

Sylus starts tickling you causing you to squeal and snort with laughter again.

Sylus: There it is

MC: SY !

[tbaluver]

hi ree! i love your account so much and i always get so happy when i see your posts on my feed. would you be interested in writing headcanons of the lads boys with a s/o who is self conscious about her stretch marks? no worries if that isn’t your cup of tea!

When You're Self Conscious About Stretch Marks- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: comfort a/n: hi anonnie! i'm soso happy to hear that it makes me so happy when i see you guys in my inbox ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ don't worry this was def my cup of tea ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ i hope this was okay and you enjoy! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

He would be genuinely confused because you're perfect to him and can't understand how you would find stretch marks to be something bad about yourself. He's a sucker for your stretch marks so he'll try to remind you every time that they're beautiful.

He loves the bumps and grooves on the back of your comfy thighs. He loves trailing his hands across your stretch marks when you're cuddling or when he's laying down on your lap.

He'll lift up your shirts and kiss any stretch marks that travel up to your tummy and he'll look and give you a warm smile if his kisses tickle your soft skin.

"These are a part of you and they all tell a story. I love every part of you including this." He says softly, pressing a gentle kiss on one of your stretch marks. "And this" He continues to kiss every stretchmark on your body, his touch showing you how much he cherishes each one.

Zayne:

He's a doctor and he's seen almost how every body looks and operates so he'll know that stretch marks are completely normal. He just didn't understand why you would care so much about something so small about stretch marks because they were natural for anyone growing. However he does know that this upsets you so he'll be understanding and sympathetic when you tell him about this.

"Stretch marks are just part of the skin and nothing more. They don't define who you are or how I see you. I don't see you differently if you had them or not."

Anytime you guys were intimate, he'd like tracing against them with his cool fingers and will mindlessly rub circles on your striped skin. It'll tickle you sometimes and a smile would twitch on his lips seeing the reaction out of you so he'll continue doing that. He'll keep continuing to run his hands across your body that had any of your marks to make you smile and laugh.

Rafayel:

He's very considerate towards any of your insecurities and makes it his mission for you to feel confident about it. He'll find ways to subtly compliment your stretch marks without directly calling attention to it.

Sometimes he'll take candid pictures of you to show you how beautiful you are in his eyes. He highlights your stretch marks throughout his pictures and paints them in a beautiful light.

"Look cutie, you're stretch marks are just like brushstrokes on a canvas- unique and beautiful in their own way."

He just adores you so much. He just thinks you're the most beautiful person to walk in his life or this planet and he just hates how you feel bad yourself in any way.

Sylus:

His brows would furrow when you explain how much you despised your stretch marks on your body. "Come here," He'd pull you closer to him, "I want you to know that I cherish every part and inch of you, including these." He'd place his large hands on where your stretch marks are and rubbed them lightly and lovingly.

He would tease you on it later though, "There is no reason to be ashamed of your stretch marks. It could just mean your finally growing to my height."

Would later show you exactly how much he cherishes your body by worshipping every inch and he'll make sure he doesn't miss a spot

[ladsheadcanoncorner]

domestic things ♡ - lads headcanons

prompt: random domestic headcanons about your life with the boys (i feel like we need this after the announcement of the new valentine's banner, like pls let me picture our boys as sweet and kind before i get too feral) rating: sfw cw: mentions of food and eating ✉︎♡: ask box open, tumblr users + anons

Xavier: -Three of his favorite activities with you are as follows: cuddling on the couch, playing video games with you, and cuddling on the couch while playing video games with you -He’s good at literally all of them. If you’re good too then he’ll get pretty competitive, and if you’re not then he’ll make sure to let you win once or twice so you don’t want to quit -Has two mini bunny plushies holding hands on his desk at work. If any of your coworkers confront him about it, he’ll just smile and tell them that they’re a rare, inseparable pair -Will instantly fall asleep if you play with his hair at all. Even the slightest head scratch has him dozing off. Playing with his hair is the most comforting thing in the world -He used to give you bites of his food whenever you would ask at the beginning of the relationship, but now he purposefully leaves the parts he knows you’ll want on his plate. The crispiest french fry, or the juiciest dumpling, or the piece of cake with a little bit of extra frosting are yours every time -If you confront him about it, he’ll just shrug and say that he’s full, but the smile on his face when he watches you happily eat it says otherwise

Zayne: -Nothing is more relaxing to him than coming home from a long day, snuggling together on the couch, and reading books -He always asks you to describe the scene you just read whenever he hears you gasp or smile, and you have him summarize the latest findings in his medical journals -Has photos of you in his office, and little trinkets from your time together. He even has a stash of old receipts, ticket stubs, and those paper admittance bracelets safely stored in a memory box -The two of you try to go out and get fresh air whenever you have days off together. Even if it is as simple as walking through the park, Zayne loves any excuse to get to hold your hand and see the world together -Likes playing board games and will get adorably frustrated if you aren’t listening to the rules or don’t take your turn in a timely manner. This TikTok is literally him

Rafayel: -Names all his fish after things that remind him of you. One is named after your favorite dessert, your favorite color, the first place you went out to dinner, and that noise you make when you’re surprised (that one is your least favorite fish, evidently) -This man cannot tie a tie. I said what I said. Before he met you, he rarely wore one anyway, but now if he has an extremely formal art auction to attend, he always comes to you for help -Will kiss your forehead and tease you whenever you tie it for him, but you can’t deny the way his cheeks flush with gratitude -Most likely of the boys to have multiple conversations going with you across multiple platforms -You’ll be texting about your plans for the weekend, sending each other funny videos on social media, and having a whole ass different convo complete with detailed drawings on SnapChat all at the same time

Sylus: -Likes to have themed dinners with you. Most of the time he’ll let you pick the menu, but he also has his fair share of good ideas -Think like 1920s Speakeasy, Build Your Own Pizza Night, Around the World Buffet, etc. etc. -Makes playlists specifically for driving around town with you. Of course, he will sing along to all of the words and he makes sure to sing the love songs directly to you -Of course you guys have a housekeeper, but on days where the housekeeper isn’t there, Sylus likes to clean with you -It’s mostly just an excuse so he can chase you up the stairs with the feather duster, pinning you to the ground to tickle you until you squeal

Caleb: -Loves to dance with you, even if no music is playing -If you’re in the kitchen getting a midnight snack, he’ll sneak up behind you and spin you into his arms, letting the refrigerator light flicker on the floor as he twirls you around -Even though he’s a successful colonel now, he still loves going thrifting with you -The two of you make it a mission to find outfits for each other, and will do a mini fashion show when you get home -Aside from Xavier (because canonically sleepy), Caleb is the most likely to fall asleep while watching a movie or TV with you -You: “Wow! I can’t believe that just happened!” Caleb: “Mmm…yeah…crazy.” -Cue you playfully smacking him with a pillow to wake him up, and him adamantly protesting that he was awake the whole time, all while he snuggles your waist even closer

[bunnyy-123]

One day I’ll prove him wrong 😤