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[a-hermit-pining]

LaDs Men Getting "She's busy bro" Text

Request: Hi!! I waited patiently (and eagerly) for your requests to open again, I'm so happy!! I love your writing!! I laughed so hard at the previous request where you mentioned Tara. I have another "Tara is on thin ice" idea, lol. Tara and Mc are having a girls night at Mc's place. Mc is cooking or just doing something, mc's receives a message from the lads men (something random like "hi, how are you, I'm off work"). Tara tells Mc she got a message (since Mc is doing something and she can't answer), and mc tells Tara to reply for her. All good and sweet, what does Tara reply with? "Hi, all good, she's busy now, she will talk to you later!" (Basically, the "she's busy bro" prank but with an oblivious Tara that didn't mean to prank them, lol)

AN: Hey anon, I am sorry for how last I am posting this. But thank you for requesting such a fun scenario. I hope you enjoy this!! Might be ooc at times but I am woman of dramatics so excuse me.

Ingredients: 75% fluff , 25% drama

My Fav: Zayne 🥺

Genre: She's busy bro, prank

Pairing: LaDS boys x fem reader

You’re in the kitchen, half-focused on stirring the pasta and half-listening to Tara rant about her latest training match when your phone buzzes on the counter.

“Hey, your phone just lit up,” Tara says, leaning over to check the screen. “It’s one of the guys. Something about ‘how are you?’ and ‘off work.’”

“Just reply for me,” you say, tossing a handful of garlic into the pan. “Tell him I’ll get back to him later.”

Tara shrugs, picking up your phone and squinting at the message. Her thumbs fly over the screen as she replies, “Hi, all good, she’s busy right now, she’ll talk to you later!”

She hits send with a satisfied nod, setting the phone back down without a second thought

Rafayel:

You lunge to catch Tara as she collapses, her hands flying to her throat, her breaths coming out in sharp, choking gasps.

“Tara!” you gasp, your watch buzzing with frantic alerts, the tiny screen flashing red with proximity warnings.

And then you see it. The curving, sinuous tendrils creeping from the edges of the painting on your wall. The one Rafayel gifted you not long ago. The inky black swirls ripple like living shadows, curling toward you.

You snatch your phone from the counter, one arm still braced around Tara’s trembling form, your body blocking her from the painting as the tendrils inch closer. You hit Rafayel’s contact, your finger jabbing the call button with a fury you can barely contain.

He picks up on the first ring, and you don’t give him a chance to speak.

“Stop it. Now.”

There’s a beat of silence on the other end, the sound of crashing waves and distant seagulls crackling through the line, but you don’t flinch.

“I swear to the fucking seas,” you snarl, your voice low and dangerous, “I will never talk to you again if you hurt her.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath on the other end, a flicker of hesitation, and then the tendrils retreat, coiling back into the frame like startled serpents, the air around you cooling as the painting slowly still.

Tara collapses against you, her breathing evening out, her death grip on your arm loosening as she gasps for air. You meet her wide, dazed eyes, your own heart still hammering in your chest.

She gives you a shaky, crooked grin. “That was kinda hot,” she croaks, her lips twitching into a weak, mischievous smile, and your heart melts on the spot.

It takes Rafayel three weeks of pleading, apologizing, and bribing (both you and Tara) to be forgiven for 'the incident'. He sends flowers, chocolates, and a rare pearl necklace that you suspect he made with his anguished cries.

But the painting stays. “For protection,” he insists, his tone defensive, his eyes shifting away from yours when you bring it up. “You’ll thank me one day.”

You roll your eyes, but don’t push it.

Xavier:

He just shows up at your door. Because, of course, he does.

However busy you were, he could stop it. He is a victim to the sunk cost fallacy. If he has to pull you out of some other guy’s orbit, he’ll do it, no hesitation.

He knocks once, twice, each rap firm but patient, the ripped delivery package dangling from one hand, his other tucked casually into his jacket pocket.

The door swings open, and he inhales to deliver his practiced excuse." “Delivered to wr....” He blinks, momentarily thrown off as Tara opens the door, her hair a chaotic mess, pasta sauce smeared up to her cheeks like she’s just face-planted in a pot of marinara.

Behind her, you’re hunched over a massive dish of pasta, a noodle dangling from your lips, your eyes going wide as you choke at the sight of him, your face turning a lovely shade of tomato red.

“Oh, he—uhgh!” you splutter, breaking into a fit of coughing, nearly dropping the fork in your hand.

Xavier’s eyebrow twitches, his frown slowly morphing into a wide grin as his shoulders relax, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he takes in the chaotic scene.

There’s a long, painful beat of silence.

Then Tara, completely unfazed, just wipes her cheek with the back of her hand, shrugs, and steps aside. “You coming in or what, dude?” she says, like this is the most normal thing in the world.

Somehow, Xavier ends up joining your girls’ night, plopping down on the couch, grabbing a fork and helping himself to the monstrous bowl of pasta, because why not?

He makes a few snarky comments about your terrible math skills, but shuts up when you threaten to make him eat his own disastrous cooking as punishment.

Predictably, he’s the first to fall asleep. Conveniently, on your shoulder, his head tucked against your neck, his soft breathing mixing with the faint sound of the movie still playing in the background.

Zayne:

Zayne, of course, doesn’t take the bait.

He’s the only one who doesn’t react to the “She’s busy, bro” text like it’s a declaration of war, because he’s seen this sort of thing before.

As a surgeon, he’s often out of reach, his pager passed off to a resident while he’s deep in the OR, his hands steady, his mind clear as he cuts through flesh and bone. He knows what it’s like to be unavailable, to be occupied with things that demand his full focus.

So when he gets the text, he just blinks at his phone, smiles a little, and sets it down without a second thought, already mentally filing away a dessert he can bring you later, something to help you relax after your busy day.

And he does. He shows up that night, a paper bag in one hand, his coat still smelling faintly of antiseptic and coffee, his sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal the faint lines of old scars.

“Hey,” he says, his voice soft, a little shy, like he’s not sure if he’s intruding. “I brought tiramisu. Thought you could use a break.”

He’s literally the most precious bby, and you have to resist the urge to hug him right there in the doorway.

Sylus:

He’s in the middle of a deal, lounging back in his leather chair.

He checks his phone on a whim, his fingers flicking over the screen, and sees your text. His lips curl into a slow, arrogant smile as he types out a quick, casual, “Hey, what are you up to, sweetie?”

When the "She's busy, she'll call you later," text comes back, the smile freezes on his lips.

Busy? Busy?

His mood sours instantly. His fingers curl around the edge of his desk. He flicks his gaze back to the fumbling dealer in front of him, and his generosity reserves run dry.

“Out.”

The dealer stumbles back, wide-eyed, sweat beading on his forehead as he stammers out a “Y-Yes, sir!” before practically tripping over his own feet to escape the room.

Sylus leans back in his chair, teeth gritted, jaw tight, the soft click of his metal-tipped fingers against the desk the only sound in the now-silent room.

But just as he’s about to mentally spiral, his phone buzzes again.

“Made a pretty big batch of pasta, would you like some?”

He blinks, eyes flicking to the photo you’ve attached. A literal tub of way too much pasta, the noodles piled high, the sauce thick and steaming, a chaotic heap of carbs that only you and Tara could possibly miscalculate into existence.

He huffs, a quiet, exasperated chuckle slipping past his lips, the tension in his shoulders melting away. He leans back, his head tipping against the cool leather of his chair, a small, fond smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

“I’ll be there in 20. Don’t start without me.”

And just like that, his mood is ruined in a completely different way, his dark, dangerous aura slipping into something much softer as he straightens his tie and stands, already picturing you waiting with a bright grin and a mismatched fork.

Caleb:

“Why does she get to use your phone and I don’t?” Caleb storms around your apartment, his boots clomping against the hardwood floor, his uniform still perfectly pressed.

It’s been an hour of this. A Fleet Colonel throwing a full-on tantrum in your tiny studio, pacing like a caged animal, his jaw clenched, his fingers flexing at his sides as if he’s debating strangling the nearest pillow. You did put your plushies away at the first given chance.

Pouting. Whining. Sharp, accusing glances thrown your way every time you so much as move.

You’re honestly grateful that Tara had left before this. She’d probably just laugh and egg him on, and you don’t need two chaotic messes in your living room right now.

“Caleb, I was busy,” you try to reason, leaning against the kitchen counter as he paces. “I didn’t want to leave you hanging.”

He whirls to face you, his eyes dark, his jaw ticking, his hair somehow still perfectly in place, untouched by the cap he’d clearly ripped off the second he stormed through your door. Your mind unhelpfully drifts to the way that uniform clings to his shoulders, the way his collar hugs his throat, and nope, now is not the time for that.

“Busy?” he spits, his voice a low, irritated rumble. “Busy with what? And why with her, exactly?”

You sigh, pressing a hand to your forehead, already exhausted from the emotional hurricane that is Caleb. “I was cooking, Caleb. With Tara. I didn’t want to leave you hanging, so I asked her to text you back.”

He scoffs, his shoulders tense, his eyes narrowing like he’s daring you to try that excuse again.

Rage bait Tara is Colonel Caleb’s worst nightmare come to life. Given how you never seem to care how close she gets to you, how easily she invades your space, how unapologetically she teases you.

Much to Caleb’s dismay, you never seem to mind.

[deepspacedandelion]

How They Would Talk To You In Bed: Love and Deepspace LI’s

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Warnings: Smut, little cursing, dirty talk, mentions of cum/slightly hinted creampie’s (wrap it ‘fo you tap it yall.”)

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Caleb:

Caleb is a freak, low(high)key, so he’d be very vocal. He likes a little teasing (both giving and receiving) that is mixed with praise. Caleb loves to question you (in an EXTREMELY lewd way) and he wants you, not only to ACTUALLY answer but to question him as-well, not in a doubtful way, but in a reassuring (-ly lewd) way. He just wants to hear a self proclamation of your love and pleasure like he self-proclaims his. Nearing his climax, he’d absolutely LOVE reassurance from you that HE is YOURS—compared to the more commonly used (by male LI's) “you are mine”—, It’d make him cum so hard. HE knows you’re his, YOU know you’re his, and even though HE knows he’s yours, he wants to be told by you over and over again. He wants you to willingly claim him out of your own desire, not just because he claims you. Another thing I think he (his freaky ass) would LOVE is talking to your pussy. He relishes in the way the blush creeps up your cheeks and you get so shy, trying to hide your face from him (which he definitely wouldn't allow). He knows it drives you and her (your pussy) crazy, he can tell by how wet you're getting, how your legs shake subtly. Afterall, he knows his girls so well.

• "Hear that, baby? She's talking to me. She's begging me to fuck her so good, remind her who she belongs to."

• "Look at it, baby. Look how she's taking me so well. Look at how pretty she looks suckin' in my cock? All for you, right? No one else. They can't take it from you, I won't let them."

• "No, no. Don't hide. I want to see your pretty face when I make you cum all over my cock, yeah?"

• "I'm yours, baby, only yours. Let me show you, hm? Let me fuck my cum so deep in you and show you. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

• "So quiet now, are you, Pipsqeak? You were so mouthy earlier, now all I can hear is your pussy swallowing my fingers. How 'bout a few pretty moans for me? Let me know how good I'm making you feel."

Zayne:

Contrary to his seemingly less talkative nature, Zayne is actually quite vocal in bed (in terms of using actual words to express himself). Don’t get me wrong, he LOVES to moan and groan in your ear, your pussy always clenches so tight around him when he does, but he would LOVE to praise you (and receive a little for himself). His reputation as a medical professional requires him to be VERY specific which definitely translates well in the bedroom. His comments are always so specific, making you feel so seen. He tells you EXACTLY what he likes and EXACTLY how and why you’re doing so good. He'll throw in a few questions here and there, genuinely curious on how to make every time even better for you both. One last thing he'd include (mainly in foreplay) is some sexual observations he'd researched (he just wants to make you feel the best he can)

• “You’re taking me so well, My Love, always making me feel so good. Do you like to see me like this? Falling apart right above you?”

• "I love when you clench around me. Do it again and again. Yes~ Like that. You’re always such a good girl for me.”

• "Do you like kissing my neck that much? I like it too.”

• "Is it alright if I kiss you here? I think it could be another erogenous zone for you. Oh~ you must like it. Don’t worry, My Love, I won’t stop.”

• "Deep breaths, My Love, it could make your orgasm more powerful. Would you like to try that? I want you to enjoy yourself.”

Sylus:

Firstly, let me just start off by saying Sylus is EXTREMLY sensitive and reactive to your touch (*cough* Innocent Birdcage *cough*). I just know this man is a TRUE SWITCH but, anyway, anyway, He talks a little here and there, mostly about how good it feels, how close he is, where he wants you to touch him, how he wants you to touch him, and a little praise sprinkled in between, but, overall it’s mostly moans, groans, mewls, whimpers, and pants as he loses himself in the pleasure given to him by you. He can’t help how his head throws back or hangs low and his face scrunches up in ecstasy, eyes closed as he loses himself. He craves your touch all over his body, any and everywhere you can. Truthfully, he cums multiple times (atleast 2-3) every time you two make love. Majority of the time, he's a mewling, moaning mess, but he'll throw in a couple words every now and again. On the rare occasion though, he'd throw in a snide question (which he is genuinely asking, it's not rhetorical lol, so, definitely answer that, *cough* Nightly Rendezvous *cough*).

• "Are you teasing me? That's not very nice of you, Sweetie."

• “Have you forgotten how good I made you feel last time? It’s okay, Kitten. I don’t mind reminding you.”

• “I love being inside you this way. The two of us, becoming one, it’s my favorite thing. After all, we are true kindred spirits.”

• “What a pretty kitten you are. Does it feel good? Is that why you’re purring? My, my, kitten, you look ravishing.”

• “I want to look into your darling eyes when I cum inside you. Do you want that, sweetheart? Tell me you want that. Tell me you want me. Tell me who’s making you feel this good.”

Xavier:

Xavier is quite different from the rest of the bunch; not that he doesn’t talk or moan, but he does prefer to listen to you mostly. You just sound so pretty pinned beneath him. He absolutely LOVES to kiss, (*cough* Nightly Rendezvous *cough*), so his mouth is pretty occupied most of the time. But on occasion, he does enjoy dropping ‘comments’ (for lack of better terms), a little bit of praise, a few questions to reassure him, and lastly, the cherry on top, a few soft commands. Majority of his “bedroom sounds” is just the wet sounds of kissing, and a few pants/deep breaths to keep him grounded in the pleasure. But he is a sucker for eye contact, especially when he’s commenting on how good you feel.

• “Put your legs around my waist. I can get deeper that way.”

• “Oh! Right there~ It feels so good. I don’t think I can hold it much longer.”

• “Don’t stop, I’m almost there. I want to fill you up. I want to fuck it deeper into you. No! Don’t turn away. If you turn away, I’ll stop.”

• “Do you like when I touch you here? Or maybe you prefer… here. Is that why you bite your lip?”

• “You’re doing good, yes, please, more. Just like that and I’ll cum.”

Rafayel:

Oh boy. Rafayel is a bit of a wild card in my opinion, depending on his mood. He’s definitely a switch (from being a bratty sub ( *cough* Gem Affection *cough*) to a crybaby top (*cough* Tailwag Moment *cough*) to a soft dom, (*cough* Tipsy Evasion and Intertidal Zone *cough*), so his sounds do fluctuate, but when he’s a soft dom, they mostly range between: subtle praise, teasing, taunting questions, and snide comments. When he’s a crybaby top, he loves to moan and mewl but he also can’t help apologizing, he doesn’t mean to cum so fast, or grip you too hard, or to be too rough and incontrollable when he loses himself in how good you feel. As for being a bratty sub, oh boy, does he live to tease you. He pokes fun at your methods; how lightly you’re touching him, how you could tie him down tighter, how you could fuck him harder. He comments on your wavering confidence with a cocky smirk, but it’s all in good fun. He’d never actually say anything demeaning or something that would hurt your feelings (he’d cry if he ever did, oh no🥺, poor baby would be in shambles), but he’d poke just enough to see how much rougher you can get. He just wants to build your confidence in yourself, he knows you’re capable of putting him in his place (just the way he likes), and he wants you to know it too.

• (Bratty Sub): “C’mon, Princess, You can fuck me harder than that. I know you can.”

• (Bratty Sub): “Growing bolder, I see. I didn’t expect that from you. Oh? A punishment? Maybe that’s what I wanted in the first place.”

• (Crybaby Top): “I’m sorry, Princess. I didn’t mean to cum so soon. I can’t help it, you just make me feel too good.”

• (Crybaby Top): “I’ve been good, I’ve been so good for you I swear. Please… please let me cum inside you again. Just one more time.”

• (Soft Dom): “You’re getting wetter and wetter, like ocean waves. I like that.”

• (Soft Dom) “Yes, touch me, just like that. Gently, up and down. Ah yes~ So obedient for me. Maybe I should give you a reward. Would you like that? I knew you would, Princess.”

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Kinda debating how much I like this, but yeah, they all freaks lowkey. Next up is probably more ships, but I definitely have some more (smut) ideas brewing😏 as always, feel free to send in any requests!~😌🫶🏽💙

[harmonyrae]

My Mom Meets the Boys😶

I had my mom react to the "meet the family" dialogue.

When I first told her about game, I mentioned it’s "kind of embarrassing" (cause how do i explain this game tbh). She just goes “Are they naked?!” And I just…😂😏

Doctor Ice (Zayne)❄️ - "He's got a sultry voice." - "He doesn't appear to be a doctor… like I wouldn't have expected if I looked at him I wouldn't say he's a doctor." ("What would you say he is?") "I don't know, a performer or something, like singer or something."

The Dragon Man (Sylus)🐦‍⬛ - Sylus shows up on screen "OH!" - "I'm a humble business owner." ROLLS HER EYES DRAMATICALLY - "… I own several properties of various sizes. They'll be convenient for when she wants us to live together." "HOLD YOUR HORSES!" - "If you need any heavy lifting done around the house, I can send my… employees." "Oh come on, you can do it!" - she just stares at him "You're just staring at him… he knows!" "He knows what?!" "That you're staring at him!" gets closer to screen to stare - Sylus mentions the damn oranges that went missing "I did not take them!" Sylus says our fingers smell just like them she smells her fingers "I think you don't need to be blaming somebody for oranges!”

Fish Artist (Rafayel)🐟 - “He’s got a good name for an artist.” - Rafayel asks if we poked him just now she immediately pokes the screen - Immediately selects for him to introduce himself as my boyfriend - Rafayel bragging about his cooking skills “Well aren’t you special!” - “I liked him better than the last one.” (Sylus)

Space Pilot (Caleb)🚀 - Caleb shows up on screen “He looks like the guy before!” (Rafayel) - “I’ve entrusted my savings to her.” (I literally go - “I didn’t know he gave us money!”) - “I just want her to be healthy and happy by my side.” “What about MARRIAGE?” - “Thank you for raising her to be a wonderful person.” completely deadpan “You’re welcome.” - “I hope they don’t think I’m just an immature punk.” “Well I think it but I won’t say it.” - “I like him. He says what he feels.”

Neighbor Coworker (Xavier)✨ - Xavier shows up on screen “Oh he’s a child!” (me - “He’s literally ANCIENT!”) - “Would she fall in love with me faster if I had your blessing?” completely deadpan “No.” - selects the “you did great” option “Really? I talked so much I don’t even remember what I said…” both of us giggle and “awww”

Who would you give your blessing to based on the first introduction? picks Caleb🚀 Mom - “Is that for me or for you?” Me - “You can’t do that! They’re my boyfriends!” Mom - “Fine you can have them all!”

Who would you pick for you (as your favorite)? instantly picks Zayne❄️ (He's never beating the parents favorite allegations and I love that for him. It's cause he's a doctor isn't it?)

Who do you think is my favorite? immediately points to Sylus🐦‍⬛(like how did she KNOW) Me - “Why do you think that?” Mom - “Because he’s tall. Let me see him again.” puts him on screen, she looks him up and down “Yeah.” I do the heart interaction & he gets closer Mom - “Ooo he has red eyes! Why?!” Me - “He’s a dragon!” Mom - “Oh yeah, that’s right…”

[love-deepspace]

You confess your love to them

— “I like you, Xavier, like, really like you..”

Xavier is reserved and composed in his response. He might initially appear calm and collected, but underneath his calm demeanor, his heart skips a beat. He never realized how badly he needed to hear these words from you. He might take a moment to process the confession before giving a thoughtful reply, acknowledging your feelings while considering the implications for your relationship and the shared dangerous mission you have. Xavier would be sincere in his response, but also express relief.

"I didn’t expect this… but I’ve felt something for you too. Thank you for telling me.”

— “Can we talk, Rafayel?”

Rafayel would respond with a touch of playfulness, pretending he didn’t hear you the first few times only to hear you repeat those heartwarming words again. A grin would be plastered on his face as he studied your features, trying to read whether you were sincere or just messing about. He might tease you a bit to lighten the tension, but beneath his teases, he is giddy. All of this was real, his favorite person in the whole wide world had confessed to him— no more lonely nights in his studio nor wondering whether you were really on a mission or spending time with some other man while he eagerly awaited your texts…

"So, you’ve finally admitted what I’ve known all along? I’ve been drawn to you from the start, it only made sense for you to feel the same way."

— “I know it’s late, but I need to tell you something, Zayne. Please listen.”

Zayne would take a moment to absorb the confession, his usual calm and thoughtful demeanor keeping him grounded. The doctor’s first reaction would be a gentle, contemplative silence, as he carefully chooses his words, not necessarily out of hesitation but more so out of a desire to be as sincere as possible. Zayne’s maturity and sense of responsibility come through first as he only wants what’s best for you. Even if that meant falling for someone else but him, but fortunately, his feelings were returned.

“You’ve always been important to me, more than you know. If you’re sure about this, then I’m ready to be by your side…"

— “Sylus, do you have a minute?”

Sylus would respond with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. He’d take a moment to let the weight of the confession hang in the air, enjoying the tension before making his move. His voice, smooth and patronizing, his steps slow, before he came to a halt in front of you.

“Is that so, kitten?” Sylus chuckle softly, his hand lightly brushing against your cheek, the touch both possessive and teasing.

“You’ve intrigued me from the start. You’re not like the others who fall in line without question. That’s why I won’t let you slip away. You’ve caught my attention, and believe me, I don’t intend to let go easily, sweetie.”

[who-can-touch-my-boob]

<- love and deepspace masterlist

Requested for my girl to react to the tomorrow’s catch 22 trailer at the lowest speed. Just imagine how much I cackled!

(I’m Fridabaggins in the chat)

[sayangrafayel]

LADS react to you saying you want to quit your job (prank)!

Jobs can be so annoying sometimes and you fantasize on quitting, but you won't actually quit because apparently you need to worry about financial responsibility and all that! But in this universe, you love your job and you just want to prank them!

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb

Sylus

Gets so happy. What? You're quitting? That means you can spend more time with him, given his super flexible working hours!

Oh no.. now you're gonna steal the twins away from him even more than you usually do, huh... but he digress.

Quirks an eyebrow when you tell him it's a prank, he'd be lying if he hasn't fantasized about it.

Xavier

"But.. we won't be partners anymore.." "I mean, we'll still be partners but not partners, you know?!"

If you're quitting, then he's quitting too! He joins the Hunters Association only because he gets to work with you anyway! Even though he loves the job too but he can still do it without being tied to HA.

Relieved when you say it's a prank, since he knows how much you actually love your job no matter how tiring it is. Plus, you have him as your partner! He'll fill both your quotas!

Rafayel

GETS SUPPER GIDDY.

Really!? You're quitting your job? Then he's hiring you as his full time bodyguard and you can stay with him 24/7!!! Frowns when you say "No, I'm quitting my job AS your bodyguard!" "What do you mean by that!? Quitting as my bodyguard is not in your contract. 😤"

Feels happy and yet tricked when you say it's a prank... happy because you're staying with him tricked because what do you mean you can't be his 24/7 bodyguard and stay with him all the time!?

Zayne

Took it seriously.

"If that's what you want, then I support you. But can I ask why? Was the workload too much? I did tell you to quit many times because of your health but I always thought you loved it so much so I never really pushed-"

"Zayne, I'm just kidding." "Oh. Now that's the selfish brat I know." "HEY?" Somehow you become the subject of this prank...

Caleb

REALLY? REALLY? YOU CAN STAY IN SKYHAVEN FULL TIME NOW THEN!!!

"I make enough for the both of us so this is amazing! We can spend so much time together and you can finally move in with me! I can cook you breakfast and I can come home for lunch to see you!?"

You did not have the heart to tell him it was a prank.. but you had to.. but you suddenly can't remember why moving to Skyhaven and moving in with him are not the better choice...

[hanashiz]

Ritual habit

[sugarandspiceevol]

"Accidental Confessions" – LI Reactions to Hearing MC Say "I Love You" for the First Time 💖

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🌙✨ "They hear MC say ‘I love you’ for the first time… but MC doesn’t realize they heard" – The inner turmoil and how they respond when MC eventually finds out. 💖

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「 ✦ Xavier ✦ 」

Winter in Lincoln is always your favorite time of year. When the snow clings to the ground and the streets grow quiet and cozy, you feel an added layer of happiness seeping through your bones.

Being outside makes it all the more wonderful, and spending an evening in the snow with your boyfriend completes the picture in ways you never thought possible.

“How is it?” Xavier asks as you taste the hot mulled wine that promises cinnamon and spiced flavors. As much as you’d wanted to like it, the bitter taste of the wine and the sweetness of the spices don’t mix very well. You smile despite this and nod, feeling mischievous in the cold weather.

“It’s delicious! Try it!” you say with a smile, handing over the paper cup. He takes it with a smile and sips, his face wincing as he gets a taste. Your laughter is muffled by the falling snow outside the winter market.

“You tricked me,” he says, though his words are accusing, his face is smiling.

“I had to get you back for that stunt you pulled last date night,” you say with a grin. He rolls his eyes — the look is cute on his face.

The rest of the evening slips away as you walk through the market and try new food together. When date night is over, you're back on the train. Xavier’s chronic sleepiness rears its head, and like always, he leans his head on your shoulder to sleep on the ride back home.

In the quiet of the car, you smooth his hair out of his face and whisper, “I love you,” trying the words out on your lips, your heart racing at how perfect and right they feel. Maybe, when the time is right, you’ll say it to him while he’s awake.

“I love you too,” he says softly, and your heart almost leaps out of your chest. He lifts his head up only slightly, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I—I thought you were asleep,” you say, stammering, your cheeks reddening.

“I was,” he says with a soft smile. “But I always wake up for things that are important. So… I love you too.”

Yes. Absolutely, winter is the best time.

「 ✦ Rafayel ✦ 」

The thing about paint is that it gets everywhere. You’re not sure how your boyfriend and artist, Rafayel, manages to always look so clean and pristine when he’s working with colors and paint. In spite of all this, you persist, trying to silence your harsh inner critic as you paint a pretty beach scene in your local arts and crafts class. This is your fourth freestyle class, which is perfect as you’re learning the basics and can borrow the paints and canvas that you don't own yourself.

Your instructor, a kind older woman, stops by your station and smiles. “What are you trying to say with your painting?” She’s been asking everyone that, and you hadn’t thought through your answer, so you say what’s on your mind.

“I want it to say… I love you,” you say, a faint blush coming to your cheeks.

“Really?” This voice belongs not to your instructor but to a very familiar voice that makes you almost jump out of your skin. You turn to face your boyfriend, who has a bag of purchased art supplies in his hand and a smile on his face brighter than the sun.

“You love me?”

“Raf!” you say, your voice up three octaves. “What are you doing here?”

He waves his hand. “I'm a painter. I came for paints. But never mind that. Say it again. I want to hear it.”

Your head spins around at the rest of your class, who have tuned into the conversation, and you want to be swallowed up by the floor. He steps forward and pokes your cheeks playfully.

“What was that?”

“I—” Your voice cracks under the emotional weight of how much you mean what you’re about to say. Your cheeks warm further. “I love you. Rafayel.”

He leans down until he’s at your eye level, and you almost have to look away at how beautiful he is.

“I love you too.” He kisses your forehead. “And I love your painting,” he whispers at the end.

Maybe messy paint fingers aren't all so bad.

「 ✦ Sylus ✦ 」

Digital planners are a fantastic creation that you recently discovered through your booked and busy boyfriend, Sylus. His schedule is often jam-packed, and he’d shared his calendar with you — a new level of trust you’d giggled and kicked your feet over — and showed you how to set up one of your own.

Occasionally, you’ll get a notification that he’s requesting to place something on your calendar, and occasionally, you’ll send one to him. You could just text or call, but this was cuter.

As you check your calendar this evening, there’s a scheduled date night sent by the busy man that stretches into the night. You’d been excited about it all week, talking nonstop at work about what he could have planned. You spent time getting your hair and nails done — even spent precious wanderer-hunting training time picking out the perfect outfit. And it was halfway through trying on dresses that the thought had almost knocked you over.

You love this man. Butterflies bloomed in your stomach at the thought, and you’d needed to sit down. At first, it was fun — this dating thing — and then it had grown more serious, and now… now you felt something so deep it could only mean one thing.

The day of the date, you were fooling around with your calendar at midnight when you created a new entry for yourself. “Tell Sylus I love him.” You titled it. Not that you needed the reminder. But still.

Moments after adding the private event to your calendar, your phone buzzed. Sylus.

You smiled and picked up. “I was just thinking about you,” you say, perhaps a little dreamily.

“Yes, I can see that,” he says, his deep voice tinged with amusement.

You look around, wondering if he could see you somehow. “You can?” you say, confused.

“Tell Sylus, I love him, at midnight.” He repeats, his voice definitely colored with amusement and affection. “You know, sweetie, I’ve got to teach you how to work the privacy settings on your calendar.”

You feel your heart skid to a stop. Oh no. Oh no!

“You— I— oh! Oh my gosh!” you stammer out, and there’s a chuckle on the other end of the line.

“Don’t worry. I’ll accept your invite. I can’t wait to hear it in person,” his voice says smoothly.

There’s a ping on your phone, and you look down at your notifications.

There’s a new calendar invite: “Tell Y/N that I love them back” at midnight.

「 ✦ Caleb ✦ 」

“See, it’s not so scary,” Caleb is saying as you watch a few of the Farspace Fleet team land safely, their parachutes helping them glide down gracefully.

When Caleb had first told you about what the fleet does “for fun,” you had (gently) bonked him on the head for doing something so dangerous for “fun.” And now, as you watched, there was absolutely no way you were letting him continue to do this. An emergency is one thing, but jumping out of planes thousands of miles in the air is another.

“Look, I’m so sure it’s perfectly safe that I think you should do it with me,” he says, that cute Caleb smile on his face. That… was pretty convincing. Your boyfriend is the most protective person you know, and he’d never actively put you in danger. Plus, you reasoned, his evol being gravity would help if he was ever actually in danger.

Somehow he’d gotten you to agree — get on a plane, get strapped to him in a parachute, and stand at the open door of a flying craft. And in the midst of all that, you’d realized you’d had the courage to do this but not the courage to tell him the three simple words you’d felt for him this entire time.

You could tell that he was giving you instructions, but you couldn’t hear what they were. The earpiece in your ear seemed to not be picking up what he was saying — perhaps you were on two different channels. But you got the gist of it from his hand motions. The roar of the air made his voice impossible to hear without the earpiece.

And when it was time, you got an idea. Maybe you could say it now — when he can’t hear you. And maybe it’ll help you be brave enough to say it when you land.

You watched his fingers count down, and as he hit one, you said it — your voice just above a whisper.

“I love you!”

And you were off, diving through the air, strapped to the man you loved most in the world. It was… fantastic. You understood almost immediately why he did this despite how scary it looked.

There are a few moments as he pulls on the parachute and guides you down gently. You can feel the pull of his evol making the landing even softer.

You unhook yourself, your hair wild and free, laughter bubbling up like joy in your throat.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss, your heart beating fast. “Wow!” you say with a smile as you pull back. “That was amazing!”

He smiles, stroking your cheek. “You’re amazing,” he says softly. “And I love you too.”

Your cheeks redden, but you feel… happy. Happier than ever. “You heard that, huh?”

He smooths your hair. “Yeah, but don’t worry. The feeling’s mutual.”

「 ✦ Zayne ✦ 」

You would be in awe of just how perfect it is to be dating a sweet doctor when you’re sick — if you weren’t feeling like actual crap. Moving from bed seems like a gigantic task with how weak and low-energy you are.

Zayne removes the temperature reader from your forehead with a tsk. “You definitely have a fever,” he murmurs softly.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, feeling guilt eat away at your insides. You were on vacation — two weeks' worth of it — and it was starting off with you sick as hell.

He raises an eyebrow at you, faint amusement in his eyes. “What are you sorry for? It’s not like you chose to have food poisoning.”

You can’t argue with that, but you still huff a sigh. “But still… sick in bed is hardly what I wanted for our time off.”

He shakes his head. “I told you, whether we’re in the Bahamas or just in bed at home, any time with you feels like a holiday.”

“You’re sweet.”

He chuckles. “Get some rest. I’m going to find a local store and get you some medicine.”

Sleep overtakes you then, and you feel the true definition of fever dreams as you sweat out whatever had poisoned your system. You dream of Zayne — taking care of you, feeding you gently, and cuddling you. You even giggle at the thought of him using his evol to cool off your body temperature. It’s a sweet dream.

“I love you, Zayne,” you blurt to dream Zayne, whose eyes go all soft around the edges, feeling so real.

“You love me?” he repeats, his hand tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. That feels really real too. These fever dreams are really immersive.

“I do,” you confirm, feeling safe and secure in your little dream world.

He chuckles softly. “You’re delirious from your fever.”

“Maybe so,” you say softly, eyes closed. “Doesn’t change the fact that I love you. And when I wake up… maybe… maybe I’ll say it to you then,” you say with a yawn.

Zayne smiles down sweetly at you as you actually doze back to sleep. “Yes, well, maybe I’ll say it back to you when you wake up.”

— Hours later, you wake in Zayne’s arms. The fever and slosh in your head seem to have calmed down quite a bit. As you blink awake, you feel heat creeping up your neck, cheeks, and forehead. Oh. Oh no.

You sit up, stirring a sleeping Zayne awake.

“How are you feeling?” he asks sleepily, putting his hand to your forehead to check your temperature. “Your fever broke. That’s good… why are you looking at me like that?”

“Did I… did I, uh, say anything during my fever?” you ask.

He smiles. “No.”

You release a sigh of relief, and he grins wider. “Except this one part where you said that you loved me. And that you’d tell me when you woke up.”

Your blush is legendary. “Oh… so that did happen.”

He nods. “That did happen,” he confirms with a smile.

“Well… I also… remember you saying you’d say it back,” you respond, your voice soft and small and hopeful.

His eyes soften again, a hand coming to your cheek. “I’ll say it first if you like — though, I think that title belongs to you.”

He tilts his head just slightly, his eyes warm and affectionate. “I love you.” His voice is steady, sure.

You feel your heart doing several backflips at once.

…

“I love you too… Zayne.”

‧₊˚✧[end]✧˚₊‧

[strawberryraviegutz]

Ngl it’s hella weird that so many ppl are being extremely sex negative/anti BDSM(not sure if it’s even actual BDSM but idk)about the new banner and even going as far as to compare it to sexual assault…

You can dislike something without shaming/making fun of ppl who’re excited about it along without contributing to purity culture, misogyny/internalized misogyny, and cringe culture.

Since Day 1 Love and Deepspace has always been for women and or afabs to explore their sexualities in a world where women/afabs seeking out anything sexual(or even romantic)whether it be in fiction or irl is seen as taboo, dirty/filthy/unclean, and or shameful. Especially within parts of Asia.

Men are allowed to get straight up hentai tattoos and no one says anything but whenever women/afabs have crushes on/simp for/selfship with fictional characters and or consumes nsfw content of them then we’ve “gone too far” or, “are so delusional/cringe” and get told that we’re mentally ill as an insult and that we should “go to therapy/get help” because of our “parasocial relationships with fictional characters”(and over a period tracking feature within the game out of all things..)

It’s important now more than ever to have more media like this to be created as to lessen the stigma around female sexuality. ESPECIALLY with everything that’s going on in the US right now. Shaming women and or shaming other female/afab fans for enjoying this stuff only contributes more to the problem. You’re not inherently better than anyone for not being into the type of things others may like.

“Infold is mischacterizing-”

First of all idk where yall got that from they seem the same to me, just with more different personality traits/changes added. Plus that’s the point of an Alternate Universe/Reality. AUs are different than the universes we know. Also THEY MADE AND OWN THE CHARACTERS.

There’s a difference between something just not being your thing and contributing to misogyny towards women/afabs in fandom spaces. Just because you’re not into/don’t like something doesn’t mean it’s “not normal” for others to celebrate Valentine’s Day like this. I swear women/afabs can’t do anything without you mouthbreathers demonizing us and saying that we’re inherently predatory/unsafe to be around for thirsting over/selfshipping with fictional characters.

[syrenqin]

SECRET TIMES ~ SYLUS

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ silly spicy times with Mr. Onichynusﾟ

˚ ◌༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ

✧. ��� He prefers when you wear loose tank tops during lazy cuddle sessions. It's so easy for him to sneakily pull your breasts out of the holes in your top and take them by the mouthful. He knows your nipples are particularly sensitive, and he has this habit of licking them with his eager, rough tongue till you're a mumbling, moaning mess. He will smile greedily while pressing his face further into your breasts.

✧. ┊ He is the big bad boss in the outside world, but he loves to come home to be babied by you. He'll need you to be naked as he wraps around you like a pathetic, starved creature, suckling on your breasts while you pet his head and praise him till he can't take it anymore and gets his ego boosted successfully. No one, absolutely no one, alive or dead, has gotten to see this side of Sylus other than you.

✧. ┊ absolutely loves getting cockwarmed, would not detach himself from you if he ever had the choice or if it was reasonable. Wants your juicy, heated walls that mold themselves to his girth and length all the damn time. Sometimes in meetings with dealers, he'd zone off and imagine you sitting on his lap, warming his hard on while his company rambles on and on.

✧. ┊ Loves playing with the pudge on your lower abdomen, laying his head on it, poking it, kissing it. It's his favorite place to glide his dick to get it hard. Has a habit of pinching your curves when you're in public and smirking evilly when you get annoyed at him. He loves the way it jiggles when he's thrusting hard into you, calls it his personal 'comfy pillow'

✧. ┊ Similar to being addicted to cockwarming, he definitley has an oral fixation. If is in a particularly lovey-dovey mood, it'd be your pussy lips he's orally fixated on. Will have you sit on his face while he licks and sucks you off for hours. It will be his me-time, his wind-down meditation time. Him and your pussy and no one else in the world. God knows how many times it'd make you cream on top of his zonked out face.

[loviatarsluv]

FRIENDS?

— ꜝ synopsis: sylus invited you to accompany him to a charity event at the linkon museum, where he had a surprise prepared for you - that surprise being a wanderer crystal that he donated using the names “sylus and his friend”. a gesture that would normally have your heart soaring - if only he’d used a different word to describe what you were to him.

— ꜝ pairing: sylus x f!reader (reader is intended to be MC, so they are described femininely and use feminine pronouns)

— ꜝ genre: fluff/angst/comfort

— ꜝ word count: 1.4k

— ꜝ tags/warnings: mc/reader (you) rightfully panicking over being called sylus’ “friend” during sylus’ touring in love event ch. 4 story, teeny tiny bit of angst, lot of comfort, no warnings, just sylus being the most wholesome green flag king that he is ♡ also I used his famous line from razor’s grip bc I thought it was fitting here hehe

— ꜝ author's note: I wrote this months ago during the touring in love event but just never got around to posting it because I just wasn’t sure if it was worth posting (*ﾉｪﾉ) but after reading it again and editing it a little I figured why not!! I also have so many other lads fics that I’ve been sitting on for a while that I may get around to posting soon, so there’s that!! anyways I love sylus sm he has my whole entire heart ok bye ♡

The air trapped within the confines of Sylus’ car is thick and stuffy, the silence palpable and rife with unsaid tension. He didn’t seem to mind it at all, which only served to fuel your ire. 

You brought your legs up to your chest, your arms crossed over them as you watched the world whizz past the passenger window as he sped through the night. There’s an aching in your chest that you wish you could ignore. 

It's one silly word. Why am I freaking out about it?

As if he’d heard your thoughts, you hear a soft chuckle huffed beside you. 

“What are you pouting about?” 

You don’t turn to him, unwilling to look at him for fear that it’ll only worsen the ache. 

“I’m not pouting.” You murmur under your breath, your fingers fiddling with the laces of your boots. Lie. 

Without even looking you can feel Sylus’ shit-eating grin on you, but you refuse to give in and look at him. No matter how much you savored every single crooked smile of his. 

“Speak up, sweetie. I can never hear you very well when you’re pouting.” He teases, one hand reaching over to poke at your side. 

“I’m not pouting!” Your voice raises, irritation evident in your tone. You quickly school yourself and relax your body that had quickly coiled up like a snake ready to strike. “I’m just… it’s been a long day. I’m tired.” 

“Hmph,” He grunts beside you, words on the tip of his tongue that he doesn’t let go. The car goes silent once again as it races through the streets of Linkon, as your mind races through the overwhelming feelings that all spiraled after just one word.

⁺⊹♡◦₊⋄

Sylus tries to behave as normal as he walks you up to your apartment— opening your car door for you, helping you out of the car, wrapping an arm around your waist and lifting you over the curb— things that he does as naturally as he breathes. He would’ve done them whether or not he knew you were upset with him, but he was fairly certain you were pissed at him, he just wasn’t sure why, so the extra measures couldn’t hurt.

He was carrying your purse and jacket for you as he always did, both draped over one shoulder as he tries to keep up with you and your irregularly hurried pace.

He opens the door for you, having memorized the key code by heart, then hangs your things up on the coat rack once you get inside, his heart aching at the fact that you hadn’t even seemed to want to say goodbye to him.

He watches as you quickly disappear into your dark apartment, not even bothering to turn on a light along the way, and he feels a tightness in his chest that he only ever feels when you’re hurt or upset about something. 

He considers giving you space, but he knows you— so he slowly follows behind you, allowing the door to shut with a soft click as he flips the light switch by the door. 

You’d flopped onto the couch, burying your face in the cushions and assorted plushies that you and Sylus had won from the claw machines (mostly you, Sylus was terrible at claw games) - you hadn’t even bothered to take your shoes off at the door.

He smiles softly at you, finding your childish behavior endearing, despite the fact that he was well aware that he was very clearly the cause of your tantrum.

“Kitten,” he says softly as he kneels down beside the couch, one hand stroking the back of your hair and pushing it across your back so it wouldn’t get in your face. 

You twist your face slightly to peek at him, your heart melting instantly at the sight of his crimson eyes soft and round and pleading for your attention. Ugh. 

“There she is,” he smiles warmly, his voice so tender you think you might burst. “What has your tail in a twist, hm?” 

Your brows furrow, your mind replaying it in your head over and over. 

The Wanderer crystal was donated with the name "Sylus and His Friend."

Friend. 

“Nothing.” You reply, huffing and flipping onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. 

You knew it was silly, and he likely didn’t mean anything by it— but it had been bothering you all day and you just couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had bubbled up in your chest.

Was that all he saw you as? A friend? An ally? Surely you were more than that by now… besides, look at how he looks at you. 

“Your acting skills still need a bit of work, kitten. How about we watch some movies so you can take notes?” He smirks, leaning over you so that instead of the ceiling, you stare into his eyes, his breath warm across your rapidly reddening cheeks. 

“Ugh, shut up.” You groan, your hand reaching up to playfully push his face away, only for your wrist to get caught by a much larger hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he teases as he moves to sit beside you on the couch, adjusting so that your head is laid in his lap, his fingers gently caressing your face and your hair as he searches for a movie to watch. 

Your eyes flutter closed as his fingertips mindlessly trace the features of your face, as if he was memorizing them, mapping them out in case he ever lost his sight and wanted to recall your beauty by touch alone. 

He traces the bridge of your nose, the bow of your lips, the curve of your cheeks; his touch warm and comforting, almost allowing you to forget for a moment the war raging on in your mind. 

You open your eyes to watch him, his focus directed elsewhere, but a warm smile remains painted across his lips. The ache in your chest blooms a little more, and you could barely stand it. 

You huff, quickly sitting up as Sylus’ hand drops back down to his own lap, his face nearly twisting into a pout. 

Ugh! 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his tone gentle and worrisome, feeding the licking flames of the ache roaring angrily within your ribcage. 

You look at him, your chest rising and falling as your breathing picks up, your lungs fighting against the pain. “You can’t do that, Sylus.” 

Confusion washes over his features. 

“You can’t pet my hair and kiss my palm and call me baby and kitten one second, and then refer to me as your friend another!” You burst, regret filling you the second it left your lips. You close your eyes in shame, immediately realizing how silly it all was. 

One word. One stupid, little word. 

He looks as though he’s thinking for a moment, before finally, a knowing smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, a quiet chuckle following it soon after. 

“Oh, kitten… come here.” He reaches out, gently pulling you by your hands back into his lap, your legs draping across his thighs as he holds you against his chest. 

Long fingers thread through your hair, combing through it and scratching your scalp softly as you listen to his heartbeat— its pace had quickened from your outburst, and guilt began to creep in. 

“You are so much more to me than words could ever express. It was silly of me to even use one as lackluster as that one,” the rumbling in his chest as he speaks soothes you as it vibrates against your cheek, a perfect harmony with his now steady heartbeat. You relax into him, the tightly wound muscles in your body slowly relaxing. “You should know by now that I adore you. And there is no love purer than mine.” 

The flutters of a billion butterflies erupt in your chest and stomach. Your cheeks flare and you press your face against his chest to hide it, a smile threatening your lips as he chuckles at your bashfulness. 

“Stop hiding from me,” there’s a gut wrenching amount of mirth in his tone, you can barely stand it. You look up at him, your heart fighting to leap out of its confines and jump right into his open and waiting palm. “There’s that smile. I thought I’d lost it for a minute there.” 

“Yeah, well, you scared the shit out of me earlier,” you finally found your voice again, and that attitude that he adored so much. You playfully push against his chest. “Don’t ever pull something like that again, I mean it.” 

His smile is like the sun peeking out from behind heavy clouds on a stormy day— it’s rare to catch a glimpse of, so you bask in the blinding warmth of it, let it seep into your bones and settle into your soul, even amidst the dreariest of surrounds.  “Next time, I’ll be more apt with my word choice,” he pulls you against his chest again, resting his chin on the top of your head. “My love.”

⁺⊹♡◦₊⋄

other l&ds works ➛ bloop

[a-hermit-pining]

LaDs Men and Their Moms

AN: Happy mother's day to any and all who celebrate!!

Ingredients: 75% fluff , 25% angst. 100% love

My Fav: Rafayel's mom (I want her)

Xavier:

There’s one word to describe his mother. Intense. The flawless Queen of Philos, a woman of impeccable poise and unyielding will. She was the strict parent, the one who expected perfection from the future heir to her throne.

So, when Xavier left, she did not take it well. She did not even spare him a glance as he walked away, her jaw set, her eyes cold, her hands folded into the stiff, unforgiving fabric of her gown.

But ever since then, she has not slept a single night in peace.

And despite you being the reason for her son’s absence, she is a woman of her word. She promised to allow no harm to come to you in her son’s absence, and a Queen does not break her promises.

Even if the son. whose word she protects is long lost to her.

Rafayel:

His mother was the it girl of Lemuria. The legendary siren who caused wars between men and Lemurian court, whose voice lured ships to their doom, whose smile could make tides turn and kingdoms crumble.

But to him, his mother was the most comfortable of existences. He is the youngest of five, the clingiest of babies, always attached to her side, his small fingers gripping the flowing silks of her gowns, his tiny, webbed hands reaching for her hair like a lifeline.

She was the first woman he painted, the first face he committed to memory, the first curve of a jawline, the first sweep of eyelashes he ever sketched with trembling, clumsy fingers.

And she will be the last.

He dreams of her in pleasant times, in difficult ones, and in moments of mundane peace.

He misses her more than any godhood.

Zayne:

Zayne’s mom is him with long hair. Period.

She’s a vet, the sweetest lady, the kind who has a house filled with rescued strays, a fridge covered in childhood drawings, and a garden overflowing with wildflowers.

She’s the one who taught Zayne to befriend animals before he had the courage to seek out humans. She’s the one who sat with him as he stitched his first wound, her hands steady, her voice soft, her patience infinite.

She’s the only one who can chastise Dr. Zayne and make him feel like an awkward teen all over again.

And she will 100% share embarrassing childhood photos if given the slightest opportunity.

She has entire albums of Zayne in snow leopard onesies, of his first disastrous haircut, of him with a tiny, fluffy puppy in his lap, his eyes wide and his cheeks pink as the puppy licks his face.

And she will absolutely pull them out at the worst possible moments, because that’s just what moms do.

Sylus:

His mother was the last of the great dragons. Weak to sickness as she bore him. A halfling, his father’s last remnant, the only living proof of a love that defied all bounds.

She put all her love and care into him, her frail hands cradling his egg, her whispers of old songs. Her warmth- the only thing keeping him alive as the world threatened to snatch him from her.

Even as her heart reached for her lost love, she could not leave before her son’s arrival. She held him close, her eyes clouded with fever, her breath weak, her scales dulling with each passing day.

And last of all, she gave him her eyes.

When Sylus came into the world, he arrived to the most glorious of blooms, a thousand flowers bursting into existence around him, their petals wet with his mother’s last tears.

Caleb:

His mother never knew him.

He was taken from her at birth, snatched from her arms without her knowledge, without her consent.

She grieved him for decades. For a child she never got to hold, for a tiny life she felt slip from her before it ever had a chance to cling to her.

So when she sees a Colonel with her eyes on the news, she knows. And everything unravels.

Her father’s files, all the documents she thought she had burned, the secrets she thought she had buried, come back to haunt her.

Her son. The heir left to be pried apart in the very hands of the people who should have protected him.

She marches to the EVER headquarters, a blurry ultrasound photo clutched in her shaking hands.

[deepspacedandelion]

Kissy Face, Kissy Face (NSFW, 18+)

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Summary: You beg Caleb to let you test a few lipstick colors on him, trying to see if they’re transfer proof, his jealousy makes an appearance, but he knows exactly how to fix it (freaky ass🤣).

Warnings: Smut (25% other, 75% smut be aware), P in V sex, cumming (male) inside (female) (wrap it before you tap it yall), fingering (fem receiving), mentions of female genitalia, mentions of male genitalia, mentions of panty sniffing, mentions of masturbation, one mention of pubic hair, cursing, a little dumbification (if you squint real hard), Lots of dirty Talk (Caleb a freak), slight yandere Caleb (if you squint real hard), mentions of jealousy, possessiveness, and indirectly mentioned manipulation.

Word Count: 4.3k (A little long? Maybe not.)

*picture from Pinterest (though I did add the kiss marks myself!), full credit to the lovely creators!❤️*

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — It’s not Caleb’s fault that he could never say no to you.

Really.

He just can’t fathom the thought of those two letters leaving his mouth and seeing the heartbreak painted on your face at the mere sound. He knows that half the things he allows you to do will always leave him with the bad end of the stick, but he doesn’t mind that.

He never does.

It’s all worth it in the end because he gets to spend time with you and hear your angelic voice as you blabber about whatever. He gets to inhale every sweet scent that flows from your frame, always seeming to float their way into his vicinity and permeate his nostrils; body wash, lotions, perfumes, shampoos, you name it, he loves it, craves it even. Every scent has him paralyzed momentarily, ignoring the rest of the world and honing in on you.

But what truly makes it all worth it is the smile on your face and knowing that smile is all his doing, no one else's. It’s one of the best feelings in the world to him. He's a fiend for seeing your teeth gleam from a smile laced with joy, so when you came to him, big puppy eyes pleading with him to help you with this trivial matter, how could he ever say no?

“Please, Caleb! Please!! It would only take a few minutes!”

His teasing nature was so irresistible, he was so tempted to say ‘no,’ just to rile you up, not because he’d ever truly mean it, just because he wanted to see your pretty pink lips pout at the utterance of his refusal.

“Why should I? I don’t think I want to sit here and be covered in your lipstick smudges, Pipsqueak. You know how long that’ll take to scrub off? Absolutely not!” He scoffs, faux annoyance playing at his words.

There it was, a 'no,' Indirect, but present nevertheless. He’d give in soon, though, the pressure simmering beneath his skin. You knew it and he knew it, all he needed was a little… push, something that would strike a nerve, and you knew exactly how to do that.

Your hand extended to the left end of the couch where, right next to it, lay your makeup bag. Reaching inside, you pulled out one of the many red lipsticks huddled in the pouch, speaking softly as you popped the cap and coated the silky red paint on your lips.

“C’mon, Caleb. I want to see which of these lipstick’s is transfer proof. I don’t want to go from Marilyn Monroe to Ronald McDonald after kissing a guy just cuz I chose the wrong one. So, be a doll and help a girl out, will you?~”

Oh, you’ve done it now. You can see the grimace that spreads across his face, the clench that positions itself in his jaw, and if you squint your eyes hard enough, you can even see the slight twitch in his nimble fingers.

Unmistakingly, Caleb loved to tease you, a little too much, but boy, the man cannot take what he dishes out. You were well aware that the fastest way to get to him, the path to the fulfillment of all your desires, was to travel through his jealous nature. He’d tried working on it, he really did, but it was futile. He couldn't bear the thought of you with another man, let alone kissing him! If another guy so much as breathed in your direction, he’d get overly jealous; why is he trying to get you to notice him? Why is your attention needed elsewhere? Is he not enough for you? Isn't your gaze only for him? His brows furrowed as his mind ran rampant imagining the sight of someone's disgusting lips kissing what is his. The thought clear torture to him.

No!

He won’t stand for it.

Your lips are only for him. No one else. His fingers curl into a fist as he caves, the thoughts brought on by the delayed approval a result of his own mistake.

“5 minutes.” His eyes burned into you, he wasn’t mad, no, never that. Just jealous beyond compare.

The smile that spread across your red lips practically split your face in half.

Bingo.

You jumped into his arms, kissing his cheek as you did so.

“Okay, so, not this one! I didn’t like it anyway, too much of an orange undertone.” You remark, noticing the reddish kiss mark on the side of his face.

“Sit,” you demand, wiping the color on your lips off with the back of your hand and fetching another out of your bag. He complies, wordlessly, eyes peering into your soul.

“That one was… Flirt Alert, nice, nice. Next one is… Cherry Pie.” You straddle his lap and coat the new lipstick on, softly planting another kiss on his cheek after your done. The jealous tension falls from his face, welcoming your lips with a newfound lax expression.

“Not this one.” You say again, tossing it back into the makeup bag.

“How about… Vampira?" Absentmindedly, you pull the collar of his shirt to use as a rag to wipe off the Cherry Pie that's on your lips, an odd habit for you, but he doesn't object, opting to stay quiet as he studies every ethereal feature on your face, especially as you coat the Vampira on and lean to the side to kiss his jawbone. "Ooh, bold, I like it! But, unfortunately, she's another dud.” Much like the previous two, this one transfers as well. Caleb tries, but his mind can't seem to focus enough to be a good little guinea pig for your experiment right now, too hazy after inhaling the sweet smell of your perfume. To out of it after feeling the soft sensation of your kiss, large hands resting snugly on the small of your back as you shift through the makeup bag once more.

“Wine stain?” You ask, holding it up for Caleb to see. He hums, hearing your words, yet unable to decode their meaning. His eyes softer now, staring at you with an unknown twinkle glimmering in his irises. The twinkle thats doing it's best to conceal the tent pitching in his jeans, his tip chafing against the soft fabric of his briefs, creating tiny shocks of pleasure that make him grow.

That’s right. Caleb is loving this. Why wouldn’t he? You’re right above him, so darling and beautiful, kissing his cheeks, his jaw bone and littering kisses along his neck. He’s trying his best to hide it, carefully adjusting the uncomfortableness in his pants every time you look away to grab another lipstick, but it’s getting too much to handle. He’s so close, yet so far, from feeling oh so good.

“Too purple under-toned.” You say, wiping off the Wine Stain on Caleb’s shirt. “Hey,” You call, noticing that you’re beginning to run out of space to litter more kisses. “Take off your shirt, I need more space. We still have a lot more to go.” Your fist thumps playfully against his chest, a silent urge for him to follow your command.

A devious smile overtakes his features. “Just kiss me on my lips then.” He uses the index finger of his free hand to tap twice on his bottom lip, his tantalizing stare enticing you and sending a tingle right down to your core.

“N-no,” You can’t help that your confident demeanor falters, he’s just so… bold and so… handsome. You’d never admit it out loud, but you never noticed it much until now, his large frame under you and his face so close to yours. “That’d make it too weird…”

“Oh and me stripping down and you kissing me so softly doesn’t?” He doesn’t mean to inch his face closer to yours or to inch closer to making his feelings known, he just can’t hold back anymore. He’s waited so long for you… to be this close to you. Waited so long for your kisses, and your touch. It’s making him… feel something.

You don’t answer, instead, you use your finger to trace over the toned muscles of his torso. He’s so… sexy. You can’t even meet his eyes again as you paint on the fourth lipstick; Seductive Scarlett.

It’s a pretty, ruby red. Not quite the look you’re going for, but when you kiss him again, it’s pretty flush against his skin. You can’t help but plant a few more kisses down his body, you just want to feel it a little more, to get the tiniest hint of what he tastes like.

He’s relishing in the tenderness of your kisses, smile and boner growing. Using his free hand, he reaches over into your makeup bag and pulls out a tube.

Bringing your face level to his, he cups your cheek, tauntingly waving a lipstick in front of you. "How 'bout… Candy Apple?"

Goodness, he’s so sexy. You can feel a warm sensation pooling between your legs, the soft friction of your panties teasing you as they rub against your sensitive clit.

“O-okay… yeah, let’s try that.” Is all you can muster up as the pad of his thumb swipes across your lips, removing the previous lipstick. He paints the new color on you so gently, holding your face as he does so. Oh, how he wants to ravish you in this moment. You look so pretty, all dolled up, just for him.

“Kiss me on my lips this time,” He whispers, his breath hot against the skin of your neck.

You want to hesitate, to think to yourself ‘No! This is Caleb, my best friend since childhood!' but that doesn’t come. All that sits in your brain is the sight of his pleased face as your lips crash against his.

The taste of his lips is sweet, like apple flavored chapstick. They’re so soft and malleable as you bite down lightly on his bottom lip, eliciting a low groan from him.

His hand pushes your body towards his, and you moan into his mouth as the tent in his pants grinds against your covered clit.

Oh, how he loves this, his hips bucking up in between your legs as he moans in your mouth.

You thought about kissing someone else tonight? No, no, no, dear. You’re his to kiss. Only his.

He holds your body tight against him as he flips you over, your back hitting the couch and him hovering above you, ravaging you with his kisses.

This is what you wanted right? To make him jealous? Well they’ll be no more of that. He’s determined to show you why he’ll never get jealous again. He promises this time. Because, why would he ever be jealous again when he’s going to make you his? Right here, right now. No more following you around like a little puppy, waiting for you to see that he’s the right one—no, the only one— for you. No more giving random men the scare of their life if he so much as catches them with you—no wonder none of your dates ever texted you back. It was all his fault—. But you don’t need to know that, a secret just for him.

His kisses trail down your neck and collarbones, imitating the way you did him earlier, leaving the pretty red lipstick that you so generously left on his lips decoratively over your skin. His soft fingers hook into the thin straps of your dress and glides them down your shoulders, bunching the floral fabric of the ensemble at your waist. His bulge is in between your legs, grinding oh so deliciously right where you need him most. Straightening his back, he takes in the beautiful sight of your desperate form. Don’t worry, he’ll give you just what you need.

“You know,” He begins, swiping his thumb across his lips to remove the remaining lipstick. “Candy Apple is so perfect on you, baby. I think that’s your color, yeah?” His vocal tone is so taunting, knowing exactly how wet its making you.

Half of you is screaming, 'What a slut!' As the wetness between your legs drenches the midsection of your panties, but the other half of you is so desperate to feel him inside you. This is what you wanted. Your plan, albeit a bit unpredictable, worked. You’d riled Caleb up enough, feigned innocence at the mention of kissing another man, knowing that would be just what tipped him over the edge. There would never be another man. How could it when someone as perfect as Caleb was relentless about you? Pining after you day and night? But you couldn’t dare to give in too easy, you couldn’t let him know just how much everything he did affected you. Because then, then he’d have won. No can do, you needed to be the winner of this game. You needed to get him to break first. And who knew, with a plan so simple, you'd do just that.

“Caleb,” You call, urging him on as you place your hands on his toned biceps.

“I know, baby, I know,” He coos, unzipping his jeans and taking out his erect cock.

Oh my, it was so fucking pretty. Just the perfect length and a perfect width, accompanied by a small patch of short, wispy, black hairs resting at the base, scrunched under his tensed hand that smeared milky pre cum from his muted soft pink tip all the way down his veiny cock, only making your pussy wetter.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, hm? You want that, don’t you, Pipsqueak? That’s why you’re soaking wet for me, yeah? I can tell.” His head cocked to the side as he poked the tip of his length right at your clothed entrance, rubbing it so slowly up and down your sopping cunt. Oh, he was such an asshole.

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment. Yes, fuck, yes, OF COURSE, all you wanted was his pretty cock to fuck your brains in, since you must’ve been out of your damn mind mentioning another man around him. But dammit, you didn’t want to give in, give him the upper hand at teasing you. But that’s too bad, cuz that’s exactly what he wanted. He would stop being jealous, he promises, only, ONLY, if he could make you his. And what better way to do that than to fuck your pretty pussy full of his cum. Surely that’d be good enough right? Good enough to remind you who you belong to? Who you’ll always belong to?

You tried to turn you face, avoid his eyes, but he roughly cupped your cheeks before you could, ensuring your eyes met his, filled with malicious intent.

“Go ahead, ask me so sweetly, baby. Ask me to fuck your pretty pussy so good, and I just might, yeah? I just might let you cum all over my cock. Make it yours, hm?”

Shit.

How could you resist? A pulse of ecstasy washed over your clit, causing you to gush out another wave of wetness. You needed him. You needed him inside of you now.

“Please, Caleb, please fuck me. Please fuck my pussy so good.”

That was all the confirmation he needed; you wanted this just as much as he did. A proud grin flashed across his face as he slowly peeled off your panties.

Fuck him and his stupid snail speed.

But don't blame him, he needed to savour this moment. If it was gone too soon, where's the fun in that? No, no, no, he can't have that.

His fingertips dance across your stomach, tracing intricate patterns as they made their way down, halting at the top of your thigh. He watches you, like a lion watches a gazelle, making sure your eyes are fixed on him as he brings his middle and ring finger up to his mouth. His fingers push past his lips, slathering them with a large glob of saliva. Slowly, he slips them out and lowers them down to your clit, careful not to waste a drop. Your breath hitches as he plunges his saliva coated digits in your slick, rubbing it up and down your pussy, mixing it so lewdly, getting it so messy for him.

"You're so pretty, you know that? Your pussy's so pretty." Oh damn, his voice was so low and sensual, reverberating straight down in your core.

You nodded your head, reeling from desire and embarrassment. You tried to trail your hand down to direct his hand, to silently urge him to touch you more, make you cum so hard, but he stopped you, interlocking your fingers with his.

"Tsk. No, no, baby. I’ll make you cum soon. Right when I want you too.”

Feather light circles were traced on your clit, over and over, making your head spin. It was so subtle, not enough to make you cum, but just enough to get you wetter for him. He enjoyed this, seeing your body unravel before him.

It’s only right.

Your body is his and his only.

Carefully, his middle finger slides down from your clit and penetrates your entrance, enticing a loud moan of yours to fill the room.

His fingers feel so foreign, yet so familiar.

Did you fantasize about him when you masturbated, dreaming that his hand could replace your own and get you off at lightening speed? Of course, but you never thought that those fantasies could come to life.

Warmness trickles down your spine and engulfs your wet cunt as he adds another finger, your pussy squelching loudly at the intrusion.

“Hear that, baby? She wants me. That why she’s so fuckin’ wet for me. She wants me to fuck her like she deserves. She's such a pretty pussy.” The lewd way he personifies your pussy turns you on even more, practically making you cum on the spot. But you maintain your composure, you have to, you have a reward to claim; Caleb told you that you could cum all around his cock, ‘make it yours’ he said. And that’s exactly what you plan to do.

He curls his fingers inside of you, fingertips grazing the soft sponginess of your insides, lightly presses against your G-Spot, causing your body to tremble. All the while, he never takes his persistent eyes off of you, maintaining deeply intimate eye contact as he watches your face contort in pleasure.

“Fuck,” You breathe, eyes screwing shut at the waves of pleasure that roll over you. “When are you gonna fuck me, Caleb?” Your voice is delicate, laced with pure need. You don’t mean to be so direct, so adamant about what you want—no, what you need—, but it just feels too good. If this is the way he makes you feel from just his fingers, imagine how good his cock would make you feel. He can sense it. It’s so evident; how you want him to ravish you in a way only he can. He absolutely loves it. This is way better than jerking off with your panties, stroking his cock so achingly slow as he draws in a deep exhale, chasing your scent. It always made him cum so hard, the dulled scent of your pussy like a pheromone to him. But now, he doesn’t have to do that anymore. Now he has the real thing, the real scent, the real taste of your pussy as he slowly pulls out his fingers and sucks the wetness from them, eyes practically rolling back in his head at the taste, sending him into a frenzy.

Fuck. This was so much better, a thousand times better than sniffing your panties. This was you, the real you, and that’s exactly what he needed. He can never go without it again.

“You’re so impatient, baby.” He chuckles, sliding the head of his cock up and down your slick cunt. He leans in close, covering your face in butterfly kisses as he lines the tip up with your hole. If this is what you want, he’ll give it to you. He’ll be the only one to give it to you. “Don’t worry, baby,” He says, pushing it in so slow, stuffing you full of his fat cock, your mouth parting in ecstasy. “Fuck, I am too.” He tries to keep a gentle pace for you, he can’t fuck you too stupid yet. No, you’re not ready for that. But it’s so difficult to keep his promise to himself; the promise that WHEN—not ‘IF’, but 'WHEN'— he finally, finally got to fuck you, he’d take it so painstakingly slow. Draw it out so long, cherish every second. Spend hours and hours making you feel so good, make love to you. But damn, was that difficult. Right here, in this moment, on this couch, all he wanted to do was claim you as his.

He gives you the quickest second to adjust to his length, stopping momentarily after pushing in inch after inch until he bottoms out, hips reluctantly stuttering to a stop. He just has to catch his breath for a second, get used to your tight pussy sucking him in, clenching around him and begging to be fucked, any way he likes.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” He groans, panting into the crook of your neck, littering kisses and red and purples flowers along the area. His hips rock steadily into your squelching pussy, and goodness, does he moan like a pornstar.

He doesn’t care who could hear him, all he cares is that you hear him., loud and clear. Hear how good you’re making him feel, how good he’s making you feel.

Your nails claw at his broad back, trying hard to restrain yourself from letting your orgasm take over. You just want to feel him for a bit, let him fuck your pussy real good, like she deserves.

Missionary is a favorite for him, seeing your pretty face as you try so hard to contain your pleasure, but it’s not his absolute favorite.

No, that comes when he places his large hands on the back of your thighs, pushing up until he’s sure your knees are touching your shoulders.

His teeth gleam under the dim lighting, he’s such a smug bastard about this.

“Just wanna get as deep as I can, baby. You want that right?” His veiny cocks pushes deeper into you, stretching you out oh so good. The feeling incomparable to your own feeble attempts at fingering yourself. His hips take on a faster pace, thrusting into you with impatient desire.

He tried the best he could, to at least try and slow down, but he just needed to cum as soon as possible, needed to make YOU cum as soon as possible.

He loved teasing you, but while doing so, he was indirectly teasing himself.

Your legs, knees still hunched up to your chest, were thrown over his shoulders, his body weight pinning you down, making sure your tight pussy can’t escape the brutal bullying of his needy cock. He couldn’t have that, no, not after you begged him so sweetly to fuck you so good.

His fingers interlocked with yours, pushing them above your head.

Even his lips were pinned on yours, nipping at the soft flesh and moaning into your mouth, raspy, desperate moans.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum. Feels too good baby. Your pussy's so fuckin' good baby.” His cock pulsed inside you, stroking your soft walls with the strained flesh, alerting you to his forthcoming release. You felt so full, so cockdrunk as he pounded into your cunt, claiming it as his once and for all.

“Tell me it’s mine and I’ll let you come,” He panted, over and over. His jealous nature slipping through the cracks, but you didn’t care. This is what you wanted. You wanted him to stop all the bullshitting. Stop all the restraining and fuck you dumb. Any girl in her right mind knew that lipstick was going to transfer. The only way to be sure to get a set lip color, one that wouldn't transfer, is by using a lip stain, that way, you can kiss, suck, and lick all you want and still have pretty red lips at the end of the night. Every girl knew. But not Caleb. No, he didn’t know that this was all part of your plan. All just a scheme to get him to lose control of his jealousy and fuck you like a man, and that he did.

“Yes! Yes! It’s yours, Caleb, this pussy is yours,” You moan, your orgasm bordering on the edge, and when you feel the thick spurts of Caleb’s cum painting your walls, your body trembles uncontrollably as a powerful orgasm rips through you. Your toes curl as you finally get to cum around your new possession. The arch in your back is almost painful the way he has you cumming so good. Deep, guttural groans from him sing in your ear as your tight pussy clenches and pulses around him, sucking him in deeper and claiming what’s yours.

Chasing the aftershocks of his orgasm, his hips rut into you, determined to pump you full of his cum, careful not to spill a drop.

“You know, baby,” Caleb begins, running a hand through his ruffled black hair that had fallen over his face in the heat of your passion. He pushes against the couch, drawing away from your body, yet he doesn't pull out. Why should he? When he's nestled deep in what's his, plugging it full of his creamy, possessive cum. Beads of sweat form on his forehead when he raises himself to hover above you. He reaches just above your head, picking up the lipstick tube that rolled over to the corner of the couch and twists it around in his fingers, examining the design. “I think we have a winner.”

Unbeknownst to him, they were all winners in your heart.

Stepping stones that brought you to this moment.

“Candy Apple it is,” You pant, breathlessly, as you prop yourself up on your elbows and take the tube from him.

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Caleb's too freaky, I thought of at least 5 other freaky ideas to write about him just writing this. The freakiest of the 5, fr. Anyways, sorry if there's any spelling/grammar errors, I gave up trying to find em halfway through, but you get the gist.

Next up is either Zayne, Rafayel or and OT5 reaction/headcannon!❤️🫶🏽

Please feel free to send requests!💜🫶🏽

[babyb1ues]

xavier’s dynamic with mc is the most goated to me because first and foremost they chill with each other like friends do. Like that’s the foundation of everything, like sure it’s the nature of the game for it to be romantic but take that away and they would still get along so well—they’re friends and they meet each other in the middle as equals and at the end of the day it’s still love. sometimes no one else will know you the way a friend does

[midnight-wood]

PLEASE

here goes nothing - minors/ageless blogs DNI. you will be blocked

zayne x reader (if you wanna be MC, be MC)

wc: 2k (just a quick drabble, im a filthy liar)

AO3

warnings: fem!reader, fingering, nipple play, penetrative (p in v) sex (be smarter than me and my tho(ugh)ts, use protection), ovulation, breeding kink, pet names (love, momma), established relationship, lmk if I missed something but I tried

BIG IMPORTANT EDIT: I will be posting this in a new post to my LADS blog @/li-qin-xia-shen-qi. No need to report for plagiarism, it’s just me.

swollen.

tender.

hot.

you woke up feeling swollen and uncomfortable, a little too warm for your liking too.

you knew it was on the way. you counted your days, took your tests, hell, you even kept track of your internal temperature at night. this day was known. didn’t make it any easier, though.

one outstretched hand made contact with your lover’s chest and that was enough for you to drag yourself over to him and make this his problem.

you hauled yourself onto zayne’s chest and immediately nuzzled into the crook of his neck, enjoying the coolness of his skin against yours. thank goodness he ran a little warm and usually slept only half covered.

“where does it hurt?” he managed to rasp out, arms circling around your figure, hands moving with practiced ease, waiting for a pain response.

you placed a few kisses down his collarbone, chaste for now, but the slightest hint of teeth at the base of his throat told him what was wrong.

“oh” even half a sleep his clinician’s mind was working, doing the math, checking his mental notes about you. “let me help you, love”

zayne took his hands off your skin for the briefest moment. you whined at the loss of contact, never mind that you were pressed chest to chest, legs intertwined below the covers.

his cold hands returned to your feverish skin, eliciting a shiver from you. “so cold” you whispered out, relishing how his hands felt on the base of your breasts. he never liked to use his evol directly on you, but being your personal ice pack had its advantages. namely, the sounds you’d make as your pain resolved and the feeling of your skin under his hands.

“a little sensitive this morning?” he placed a kiss to the crown of your head.

you nodded back at him, “hurts there” it was nothing more than a whine at this point. part of your swelling problem was your breasts, bras had slowly become more uncomfortable over the last few days. but now, you were starting to melt under his ministrations, the ache in your chest settling down.

zayne rolled the pair of you onto your sides. able to reach more of you this way, his skilled hands quickly cupped your breasts and his fingers started to toy with your nipples.

“ohhhhhh” whatever thought you thought you’d had was gone, replaced with zayne.

he couldn’t help the smile that graced his features as he started to scoot down the bed, putting his face level with your chest. just a quick kiss to the top of your sternum, then the left, the right, and finally he nuzzled between them, a contented hum rumbling from his chest.

zayne looked up at you, sparkling green eyes meeting your own, hazy from just his touch, “how are you feeling?”

“g-good” it was barely more than a breath, but you were still managing to get words out. he took that as a good sign and kept going.

with his eyes still locked on yours, he wrapped his lips around your nipple, applying just enough pressure for you to feel tingles run down your abdomen, his fingers still toying with the other. you couldn’t stop the involuntary buck of your hips, your discomfort not quite subsiding, but starting to burn as something new, something more.

“zayne, please” his eyes shut as you said his name, the quietest moan of his own leaking out against your skin.

“please what?” he didn’t even fully take his lips off your skin, choosing to keep the corner of his mouth anchored to you, the words scattered over your chest.

he switched nipples, eyes locking back on yours, waiting to hear your request. “i can’t help you, if i don’t know what you want” he continued to suck on your chest, alternating between leaving love bites and bathing your nipples with attention. zayne is a patient man, he could wait for your brain to come up with something.

“please” this one left as a gasp, his sucks becoming harder, focused on pulling noises from you, distracting you “need you, lower”

“lower?” he let his hands trail down to your hips, lips never leaving your chest.

your hips bucked again, his fingertips tickling your sides, his mouth making every train of thought you had derail. “please” you urged him one more time.

oh, he could stand to hear that a thousand more times, your sweet voice, hoarse with want for him. but instead of making you beg for it, he took mercy on you and moved one of his hands to where you needed him most.

although he was no longer using his evol, zayne’s fingers were still cool against your heated flesh. you couldn’t stop the hiss from leaving your mouth if you wanted.

“so wet” he murmured into your skin, fingers stroking you and gathering wetness to rub ever so lightly against your clit “my poor little love, no wonder you’re so uncomfortable.”

you had thrown your head back as his fingers continued to brush against you, not even sure you’d actually heard what he’d said. “zayne, please, please” he’d timed his circles, fingers and mouth, together to tease you “need you, inside, please”

“there we go” he slowly slid his hand toward your entrance, fingers trailing along your flesh “that’s what you’ve really wanted since you woke up, huh?”

slowly, oh so slowly, he pushed his middle finger inside you “mmm, so warm” he kept pushing until you could feel the cold of his ring press against you, a startling contrast to how warm his hand had finally become “so wet” his voice had picked up the slightest edge, like you weren’t the only one affected this morning.

he started up a slow but steady rhythm, pausing his ministrations on your chest to watch your face for just a moment. watching for any discomfort, any signs of anything other than pleasure.

when you opened your eyes, he decided to add another finger, his thumb brushing against your clit again. your eyes closed against your will. “eyes on me” zayne had pillowed his chin against your chest, watching you closely.

you opened your eyes to take the sight of him in. his usually neat hair rumpled from sleep, his eyes glassy with want, lips swollen from his attack on your breasts. the sight alone had you clenching around his fingers, zayne looking wrecked, for you.

“i think that’s enough of that” he pulled his hand from you and brought it to his mouth, quickly cleaning his fingers.

“no” zayne chuckled at you whining at the sensation of loss.

“i’ve got something better, don’t fret” zayne pushed you onto your back, your legs immediately starting to lock around him, not wanting to lose contact.

he pushed himself up to lean over you, eyes looking into yours. you could feel how hard he was against your thigh, a drop of precum wiping against your skin.

your lips met, the taste of yourself faint on his tongue. a hum of satisfaction started in your chest and ended in his, the two of you just enjoying being close to each other and unhurried.

“need you, zayne” you brushed your thumb across his lips, hand cupping his face. he nuzzled into the touch, his knees starting to spread your legs so he could slot his hips against yours.

“please” it was like a plea, a prayer, and an admission all in one syllable. 

he leaned in for another quick kiss “as you wish, my love”

slowly, slower even than we he pushed his finger into you, he eased himself inside, moaning into your mouth.

"ohhhh so perfect" he stilled for just a second, enjoying feeling you around him. "so perfect, been waiting for this day all week."

he started to thrust into you, your hands going to his shoulders, nails digging in to those perfectly sculpted muscles.

"fuck" zayne never really swore or had too filthy of a mouth, until he was inside you. then he couldn't stop.

"been waiting all. week." he made sure to punctuate the last two words with his hips, letting you feel him start to graze your most sensitive spot.

you just looked at him, a little dumbfounded and unsure if you were hearing what he was really saying. you knew he kept track of your cycles, knew he was almost too familiar with your personal calendar. the two of you had had the conversation, but you almost didn't believe it when you heard the words fall from his lips and onto yours.

"gonna make you such-" he paused for a moan as you clenched around him, excited to hear the words from him "such a pretty momma"

he continued to roll his hips into you, each thrust causing his tip to kiss that soft spongy spot inside of you that made you see and feel stars. "the prettiest - fuck"

you could no longer sit still, you had to meet his thrusts with your own, had to feel him deeper, needed it. "zayne, please, please, please"

"can't wait to see you, glowing" he paused this time for your moans, not letting his own words interrupt them gracing his ears. "growing round, with my child - mmm, fuck - our child"

he pressed into you like a man possessed "your chest is going to be so swollen" he was relentless, hips never faltering. "gonna have to take good care of such a pretty, pretty momma"

you could only nod in agreement, nails leaving little crescents on his skin. finally you found your voice, "yes, yes, zayne. want it, want you" he pulled another moan from you as his fingers started to draw quick circles on your clit.

"so close, my love" he'd adjusted to a new angle, hitting not just your sweet spot, but another spot within you that felt so good it almost hurt.

"don't stop" came out in one quick breath. you were teetering on that edge, waiting for him to push you over.

"never" you swore he'd be the death of you one day. "cum for me, my love. cum all over my cock. milk me for all i'm worth, make a mess" he was babbling, close to his end. but it was more than enough to push you to yours.

you came with a strangled moan, pulsing around zayne, your hips never ceasing to meet his, pulling him down with you.

by the time you had both recovered enough mental capacity to move again, you were a tangle of sweat sheened skin, chests still heaving from your bout of cardio. zayne had collapsed onto you slightly, the majority of his weight on his knees and elbows, but his forehead pressed to your skin.

"can't pull out just yet" he shivered as you clenched around him again, both of you starting to verge into overstimulation "have to give it time to stick"

you let out a small laugh. unbeknownst to you, once you had agreed that you want children, zayne started reading every academic article he could about conception. if it would even raise the chances by 1%, he was willing to try it.

he finally raised his head, and started to ease back onto his knees, slowly, carefully pulling out of you. he was quick to lift your hips, giving gravity a chance to help by placing a pillow underneath you. he was quicker still to use his fingers to start pushing your combined releases back into you.

"can't let it go to waste, my love" he pressed a chaste kiss to your temple, a dirty contrast to the lewd sounds he was causing at your entrance.

you moaned from the contact "no, no, can't waste it" you could feel your knees shaking with each brush of his thumb against your clit, each pass of his fingers into your heat.

"feeling better now, love?" zayne's hand finally stilled and he looked at you, a far too pleased smile on his face, like you'd let him eat every available macaron in the house and he'd skipped the toothache.

"much, so much better" and you actually did, there was nothing the rush of endorphins couldn't overcome.

"excellent, how about a shower and round 2?"

you gasped as zayne pulled you off the bed and to your feet. yes, please, that did sound excellent.

a/n: yayyyyyyy, you made it! sorry about all that. i, uh, got dreams/problems and if zayne has the same ones, we're not gonna talk about it. feedback appreciated! again, minors/ageless blogs DNI. here and AO3 are the only places this will be posted. please do not repost. 🖤

[mingis-orangejuice]

How do the OG love interests react to you with Sylus?

*a/n: Hi guys this is my first headcanon so please be nice :) In this none of them are officially dating MC but it's pretty obvious that they all have feelings for her. Also, it takes place at a work event for MC and I know technically in the main story there's no way Sylus would be allowed into a hunter’s association event, but I couldn't think of any other type of event where they would all happen to be at the same time. Either way, this is just for fun so it doesn't really need to make sense.

Genres/Warnings: fem!reader, nothing to really worry about, this is just some good old-fashioned fluff/crack. Some jealousy tho

An award ceremony was coming up at Unicorns to award the best hunters at the company, You were surprised when Captain Jenna told you that you’d been nominated for a few categories like most wanderers eliminated in a single mission and even Hunter of the Year, but since you were a rookie hunter you didn't think you’d win any of them, still, it was nice to be included, especially since you were one of the only rookies to be nominated.

That evening you got a call from Sylus congratulating you on your nominations. 

“How did you even know I’d been nominated” you asked. 

“Mephisto informed me,” he said with a small chuckle

“Oh so you have him monitoring me at work now?” you questioned, slightly annoyed.

“He was simply in Linkon doing some business for me, is it my fault that he happened to pass by your office on the way back to the base?” Sylus sarcastically asked, you could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

“Anyways, I wanted to ask you, have you decided on what you’re going to wear to the award ceremony yet? 

“Yeah, why?” you were suspicious of his sudden interest in your fashion choices.

“Good, come over to the base I want to see it,” he said flatly

“Why?” you were even more suspicious of his motives now. 

“Well, we’ll need to match if I'm going to be on the arm of the Hunter of the Year right?” *click*

Sylus didn’t even wait for you to reply and just hung up, almost like he knew you’d come over anyway so he didn’t need confirmation. He was right. Somehow he had not-so-subtly invited himself to your award show as your plus-one.

As you walk into the banquet hall, arms linked, you see a familiar face in the crowd…

Zayne: 

-Zayne would be a little bothered but would hide it by asking Sylus a million questions. about how he knows you, when he met you and how long have you and him been friends.

-He would make sure to emphasize the word “Friends” to know for sure if you two were dating

-his logic is if you and Sylus are dating, one of you would correct him, but if you are indeed just friends you wouldn’t say anything.

-to his relief, you  didn't correct him

-Sylus would sense the fact that Zayne probably has some type of close relationship with you too so he’d pull you a little closer by your waist as he proceeds to ask Zayne his own series of questions about how he knows you.

-Zayne would be satisfied after the conversation and excuse himself to go find his seat.

-even tho he was relieved that you weren’t dating Sylus he’d still glance over at you every few minutes because he couldn’t put his finger on it but he has a hunch that Sylus might be bad news and he wants to make sure you’re safe.

-Sylus would keep his hand on your waist the whole night because even tho you didn’t notice Zayne’s glances Sylus sure did.

-Overall while Zayne wouldn’t like the fact that you came to the ceremony with another man (especially since you didn’t even think to invite him) he’d respect your choices and leave you be (mostly)

Rafayel:

-He’d be the most openly bothered by it.

-the second he sees you walk in he runs up to you, ready to playfully scold you for not inviting him and that he had to find out about the event from Thomas, so he thought he’d invite himself. He told the person at the door that he was your plus one (he also slipped them a $100 bill)

-as he ran up to you his smile faded as he saw your arm linked with another man that wasn’t him

-oh so this is why you didn’t invite him

- He would greet you with a long hug hoping to make Sylus Jealous 

-he would instantly turn on his best customer service voice when greeting Sylus to try and hide how hurt he is that you invited some random guy instead of him

- but that would quickly fade once Sylus starts answering his long list of questions he just has to ask to make sure this random not important guy that you invited instead of him was worthy of being your plus one.

-Rafayel takes every answer as a challenge to try and one-up Sylus

-if Sylus mentioned that he took you to a fancy Italian restaurant in Linkon City last week, Rafayel would mention how he took you to a real Italian restaurant in Italy last month, (or at least how he wanted to but you were busy with work and couldn’t just drop everything and join him in Italy)

-if Sylus said he bought you the dress that you’re wearing, Rafayel would remind you of the time he bought you a cute mermaid-themed hoodie which is actually your favourite and you use it all the time, therefor it’s more important than a dress that you’ll only wear once

-while Rafayel was getting worked up trying to keep up with Sylus. Sylus kept his calm demeanour the whole conversation, he noticed that the calmer he was the more annoyed Rafayel would get and he found it amusing. 

-Rafayel would constantly text you throughout the night to check on you even though you were sitting only 1 table away.

-Sylus took note of this and would purposefully do things like put his arm around your shoulder or wipe the food off your lips to get Rafayel to frantically text you making sure you’re ok, and ask if you want to switch seats and come sit next to him where you won't have a random guy constantly touching you.

-overall he will be suuuuper jealous and will make it very obvious (even though in his mind he thinks he was being subtle) 

Xavier:

-I think he’d be extremely bothered but he'd be way better at hiding it than Rafayel

-like the others he’d also have a few questions for him about what his relationship with you is but he would very casually drop them into a normal conversation

-he, much like the others stared at you the whole night, but only just to make sure you were ok, definitely not because he was jealous or anything. You’re his co-worker and friend so he feels responsible if anything happens to you.

-he would try and do a background check on him during the event on his hunter's watch but nothing came up, since Sylus obviously didn’t tell Xavier who he really was. 

-this made Xavier even more worried, who is MC really sitting with, how is she so calm and why would he give him fake info, just what is he trying to hide? 

-he was so focused on staring at you and Sylus that he didn't even notice that he downed 3 full plates of finger foods, every time the waiters would pass by he would unconsciously grab the plates out of their hands and bitterly eat while staring, almost like he’s in a trance.

-once you guys get to the apartment building and the adrenalin wears off he’ll notice that his stomach is in so much pain from all the food he unknowingly ate while staring at you and Sylus.

-he nearly collapses in the elevator on the way to your apartments, so you decide to invite yourself over to his and take care of him

- he may be in tons of pain right now but at least he gets you all to himself 

*Please do not reupload anywhere this is my original work