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Ordinary Chapter 1, Outside the lines

Masterlist Word count: 3k Zayne x Fem!Reader

Summary: After seeing his best friend getting married to the love of her life, Zayne can't help but be a little jealous. He never had this feeling before. It's almost like he's longing for someone to love. At the wedding, she introduces him to a colleague who instantly forces him out of his comfort zone. Could this be love?

"I can't, sorry. I've got work." 

Zayne had hoped you would've given up with that text. After he got home, the alien feeling he felt during the wedding disappeared only to be replaced by his usual loneliness. Only, it felt worse. So much worse. As if the warmth he had felt in your presence had become his new normal, only to feel cold when he got home. 

He doesn't like it. He doesn't want it. All he wants is to continue in life as he had before. No weird feelings, no strange moments, no chaos. Just normalcy and structure. That's all he needs. All he wants.  

But you didn't give up. 

"When are you available? Or maybe we could get some lunch during your break?" 

He wants to be optimistic, he really does, but this is how it always starts. At first, his partners take what they can get - coffee date, a late dinner together, a lazy morning before he gets called in again - but eventually they all tire of his hectic work schedule. 

However, he'll never hear the end of it if he doesn’t go out with you at least once. 

"We can do lunch on Wednesday. I usually have a break at 12:30 until 13:00 if nothing happens." 

"Would you prefer to stay in the hospital for your break or go out?" 

That throws him off a little bit. Usually, the women he dates assume he'll take them out even if he has little time and can't even be sure if he has a break. When he doesn't respond for a few minutes, another message comes in from you. 

"How about I make us something delicious and we can decide if we want to go out when you're ready?" 

"Agreed." 

"Akso hospital, right? Should I tell someone when I'm there, or just text you and sit in the waiting room?" 

"Text me." 

"Alrighty, any allergies I should know about?" 

Zayne suddenly notices his cheeks hurt a little. He's smiling. He's been smiling a while from the strain he feels in his cheeks. It almost makes him angry. How dare you make him smile like this after barely having one conversation? How dare you shake his normalcy up for the chaos you bring? How dare you make his heart stir? This isn't what he signed up for. 

"I am not the greatest fan of carrots. Everything else is fine." 

"I'll keep that in mind! See you Wednesday!" 

His words, all his texts, were quite cold and calculated. Only communicating what was needed and yet your words almost jumped out of his screen. He could see you say those things with that sunny smile of yours. This whole thing seems unfair somehow. 

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Wednesday. It must be around lunchtime as Zayne feels hunger building. His eyes flick to the clock on the operating room wall. 1:15. He's been in surgery for hours, and the procedure is taking longer than expected. The patient, a young man with a complex abdominal injury, is stable, but the delicate nature of the procedure has been a pain. Zayne wasn't even supposed to scrub in, but one of his colleagues got stuck in traffic and this couldn't wait. 

When the surgery finally concludes, Zayne steps back and takes a deep breath, his body heavy with exhaustion but his mind still laser-focused. It's as if there's a glass box around him and everything that's happening around him is slightly muted. He glances at the clock again. 1:30. His stomach drops. He was supposed to meet you at 12:30. 

He pulls out his phone, expecting a strong of annoyed texts or, worse, radio silence. Instead, there's just one message from you, sent at 12:19. 

"I'm here!" 

He stares at the message, a strange warmth spreading through his chest. It's just a few words but he can feel the excitement behind them and the fact that there are no other messages means you're still there. You're waiting for him. Right? 

After taking off his scrubs and putting his white coat on again, he takes a moment to collect himself on the bench of the staff dressing room. The intensity of the surgery is still on his mind and he's having a harder time than usual getting himself out of it. Deep breathing doesn't work, splashing water in his face didn't work, affirmations didn't work. Finally, when he feels a little more grounded, he decides that he's made you wait long enough. 

Besides, his stomach is rumbling like crazy. 

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It's been a while since you sat down, more than an hour you figure, but you don't really mind. As you always do, you brought your sketchpad. When you started doodling, a little girl, no older than seven, sat down next to you asking how you were doing that. No more than five minutes later, the two of you were sharing the pad to draw flowers together. Her mother seemed thankful for the break, having a newborn on her arm. 

'Why are you here? You don't seem sick,' the little girl asks curiously as you hand her the pink pencil she asked for. Your tote is loaded with art supplies wherever you go. You never know when inspiration strikes.  

'I'm not sick,' you tell her, 'But I am going to have lunch with a friend. He's a doctor.' You raise your voice excitedly in the second part of your sentence. She giggles. 

'Why are you friends with a doctor? They're boring,' she states through her giggles. You see her mother roll her eyes behind her. She wants to say something, you can tell, but you nod to her to make sure she knows it's alright. 

'Are you good at keeping secrets?' The girl nods vigorously with a proud look on her face but her mother shakes her head behind her. A chuckle escapes you. 'Okay, listen up. The doctor I'm going to have lunch with, I like him a lot but he doesn't know yet. This is our first date.' 

The girl gasps, her mouth wide open, big eyes staring at you excitedly, 'oh you have to tell him!' You pretend to be thinking very deeply about it, putting your finger on your chin to act it out even more. 

'Hmmm, I'm not sure yet. I don't know if he likes me.' 

'I like you,' the girl squeals, 'so he must like you too!' 

'Maybe I tell him next time. This is the first time we're going on a date.' 

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Zayne's breath catches when he spots you in the waiting room. There you are, sitting cross-legged on one of the uncomfortable chairs, a sketchpad balanced on your thigh, pencil in hand while you talk to the little girl sitting next to you. You're wearing simple linen pants and a black cropped t-shirt, your hair pulled up. You look like a ray of sunshine in the sterile, clinical environment. 

The way you're interreacting with the girl next to you is so patient, so gentle. You seem to have told her something outrageous with the way the girl is giggling. Your voice is warm and gentle as you encourage the girl to continue drawing. She copies with careful concentration. 

He can't help but watch for a moment as something tightens in his chest. He's not quite sure what it is – admiration perhaps, or something else he can't quite name yet. However, he can't stay stuck on it too long. He is already over an hour late and he's sure you've got other places to be as well. 

'Hey,' he says softly as he comes closer. You look up, your face lighting up with a smile as your eyes meet his. 

'Hey, you made it!' You turn to the girl sitting next to you. 'This is my friend, Zayne. What do you think? Should we show him our masterpiece?' Friend, ouch. But the little girl is giggling at your words, almost as if she knows more than he does. Did you tell her something? 

The girl holds up the sketchpad to show Zayne. It's a page with wobbly but enthusiastic flowers between carefully drawn masterpieces. Clear to see who drew what, but he can tell that you've been teaching her certain ways to make the flowers look better. 

'These are amazing,' Zayne says with the faintest smile, crouching down to her level. 'You're quite the artist.' 

The girl beams with pride. You tear off the page she worked on and give it to her. She scampers off to show her mother who gives you a thankful smile. You nod at her and stand up, brushing off your pants. Zayne grabs the woven basket from the floor while you quickly load your supplies back into your tote. 

'Sorry about that,' you grin, 'she looked bored.' 

'No need to apologize. I'm the one who's late,' Zayne says, his voice softer than intended. You shrug it off. 

'Doesn't matter. You're here now,' you say casually, 'so, did you want to stay in or go outside? Because I saw this pond in the garden...' 

Zayne hesitates. The garden is a beautiful peaceful spot, but with the rush of the day it might be better to stay inside. However, the thought of sitting there with you, surrounded by lush greenery and the gentle sound of the pond... it feels right. 

'Let's go to the garden,' he says, surprising himself. He quickly tries to rationalize it, 'I've been inside too long. It's good to go outside every once in a while' 

'Whatever you say doctor.' 

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The hospital garden is a hidden gem, a small oasis of calm tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the building. The pond glistens in the sunlight and the grass is soft and lush. To Zayne's surprise, you prepared for this. You spread out the ugliest, yet charming, blanket he's ever seen and start unpacking the basket with the efficiency of someone who has done this many, many times before. 

'Okay, so I made a pasta salad because I figured you could use some carbs to keep you going,' you start explaining, 'It's got olives, anchovies, some olive oil as dressing. Then there's also some normal salad to get your greens in. And for dessert...' You hold up another container with a proud smile. 'Lemon cake.' 

Zayne's eyes almost seem heart shaped as he looks at the container. You notice right away and put the container down with a chuckle. 'Does the doctor have a sweet tooth,' you ask with a teasing tone. 

Zayne clears his throat, trying to collect his composure again. 'Maybe.' 

You grin, delighted at this new knowledge. 'Good. I'll keep that in mind for next time.' Zayne almost feels his cheeks flush at the thought that there could be a next time. He had his guard up so high and you've broken it down minutes into a first date. This is not good. He should calm down a little. You hand him a plate, pulling him out of his head. 'Dig in.' 

Zayne takes a cautious bite of the pasta salad, but is pleasantly surprised by how good it is. The flavors are bright and balanced, a welcome change from the tasteless hospital food he's used to. 'This is amazing,' he says, his voice sincere. 

'Glad you like it.' Zayne nods, taking another bite. He wants to talk to you, wants to ask about you, keep the conversation going, but his mind feels sluggish, still caught in the aftermath of the surgery. It seems the comforting bubble you created around the two of you made his exterior crack. Now he feels even more tired, because he doesn't feel like he has to hide it. He can just be tired. 

You watch him for a moment, seeming deep in thought. Something tells you he's tired, even though he hasn't said anything. His whole body seems to be slowing down. 'How has your day been so far,' you ask gently. 

Zayne hesitates, stuck between wanting to talk and not wanting to waste too much energy while still having half a shift left, then he shrugs. 'Busy. I had to scrub in for a surgery that ran longer than expected. It was a lot.' 

You nod, your expression softening as you watch him eat. 'I can imagine. You look like you've been through the wringer.' 

He glances up at you, surprised that you could tell. He thought he was hiding it pretty well. 'Is it that obvious?' 

You smile, but he sees no judgment in your face. Nothing that would tell him you despise him for not giving you his full attention. Instead, you look the tiniest bit worried. 'A little, but it's okay. We don't have to talk if you're not up for it. I'm happy to spend time with you either way.' 

Zayne feels a flicker of guilt. 'I'm sorry. I can imagine this isn't exactly... fun for you.' 

You shake your head, smile widening. 'Don't apologize. It's fine. I'm just glad I'm forcing you to have lunch, but I've got an even better idea if you're done.' 

Zayne studies you for a second, trying to figure out if you're just being polite, if you're never going to text him again, if you're going to leave and move to a different city. Instead, you seem completely at ease, chomping on your food happily. 'What's your idea?' 

'A nap.' You check your watch. 'If you have a half hour lunch break, we've only used a little over ten minutes. Could do you good to have a little sleep. Or just rest your eyes.' It sounds very appealing. Zayne's mind still feels slightly scattered from being in that sterile room for so long. Normally, he's fine after that but it seems the thought of meeting you cost him more energy than he bargained for. Resting his eyes sounds nice. 

'And how would we go about that?' His tone is a bit timid, scared to be so vulnerable so early on. But is it truly vulnerability? You're offering a nap to him. It's just a yes or no question. 

'You lay your head on my lap and I make sure you wake up on time.' Zayne feels his cheeks flush at your casual answer, but his body moves without his mind. You guide his head into your lap as he lays down on his back. 'I brought a book, would you like me to read to you?' 

'That'd be nice.' 

'Alright,' you smile and rummage through your tote bag, pulling out a little book, 'it's The Owl Service by Alan Garner.' 

Zayne listens with his eyes closed. One of your hands is in his hair, leaving every once in a while to turn a page. Your voice is melodic and expressive as you tell a story you seem to know very well. The bubble of comfort that was created when you sat down is suddenly very small. Seems the whole world is gone. The birds in the garden are but a background score for your story. Zayne's mind flickers in and out of consciousness, his mind wandering with the story. The story seems to be a children's story, but there's much more behind it. Either way, he doesn't have to stay fully awake to follow. 

A gentle tap to his forehead pulls him out of his dream world. His eyes flutter open and meets your eyes, shining like melting snow in the sun. You smile. 'Your break is almost over.' He nods and starts to stretch a little. Suddenly, he realizes he is holding something to his chest. Looking down, he sees a familiar hand with paint stains. He is holding your hand. 

'I'm sorry,' he stammers as he lets go and quickly gets up, regretting it right away. It's not good to sit up so fast after laying down for a while. If only he would follow his own advice. 

'It's fine. You were sleeping,' you smile kindly, 'however, if you do want to make it up to me, you can come over to my studio?' 

Zayne blinks, caught off guard. 'Your studio?' 

'Yeah,' you respond with sparkling eyes. 'I've seen your place of work, I'd love to show you around my place of work.' 

Zayne hesitates, a whirlwind of unfamiliar feelings rushing through his chest, but then nods. 'I'd like that.' 

Your smile lights up your whole face. 'Great! Text me when you're available.' 

As you start packing up, you expected him to go back inside, back to his job, but he helps you. He gathers the empty containers and closes them neatly so nothing left in them will spill in your basket, he takes the paper cups you brought and walks over to the trashcan near the footpath returning right after. You can't help the smile that spreads across your face. He even helps you fold the blanket. It all goes so naturally, it makes your heart swell. 

As he leans down to grab the basket, an idea blooms in your head. 'Thank you,' you smile and press a kiss to his cheek. His face goes bright red as he stands up. Rushed, he hands you the basket. 

'No problem.' Then he disappears back into the building. The idea that bloomed in your head, the warmth that spread from your lips, the tingling feeling in your stomach. It's a wonderful experience. Nothing quite compares to falling in love. A giggle escapes you as you leisurely stroll through the garden, heading back home to put this feeling on canvas. 

Zayne, on his end, closes the door of his office behind him and tries to catch his breath. His mind feels fragmented, lost in wanting to fall in love again and not wanting his trust broken again. One thing is for sure, he doesn't want this to end. Terrifying as it may be, for the first time in a long time, he's willing to allow himself to feel. 

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You had an argument, and in the heat of the moment, you took on a secret mission—disappearing without a trace or warning for six days. He won’t let that slide, will he?

(⚠️ Warning: Slightly angsty and dramatic) 🔥 UPD: Guys, I hear you loud and clear about Xavier, and I'm already working on his full story. Let me know if you want more about the others (or any specific one).

🖐️💥😈 Sylus 

You don’t even make it home.

One second—you’re stepping toward your door. The next—you're grabbed.

A sharp yelp leaves your lips, but it’s already too late.

One hand clamps down on your shoulder, the other hooks around your legs, and suddenly—you're airborne.

"Cargo secured."

A second voice. Muffled. Hollow.

You twist wildly.

Two figures in black masks, sharp beaked visors, curved horns on their hoods.

Luke and Kieran.

You thrash. “Put me down—”

"No can do, Miss," Kieran hums, flipping you upside down just slightly.

"Our Boss gave very strict orders," Luke murmurs.

Your stomach sinks. The car door swings open—

And you’re shoved inside.

Kieran and Luke plop down beside you, silent as shadows.

Then—

Luke sighs. Long and exaggerated.

"Such a shame," he muses. "She was so pretty."

Kieran hums. "So full of life."

Your eyes narrow. “What.”

They tilt their heads in unison. Luke’s fingers drum against the seat.

"He was so worried."

Kieran exhales. "On the first day, he simply waited."

Luke nods. "Second day, he sent people out. Checked hospitals. Crime scenes."

Kieran’s head tilts. "By day three… well, we all knew something had to bleed."

Your stomach drops.

Luke stretches, relaxed. "Four syndicates fell in one night. Just in case one of them had you."

Kieran sighs. "On the fourth day, he realized that wasn’t enough."

Luke hums. "So he started getting creative."

Your breath hitches. "Creative?"

Kieran taps his chin. "That warehouse in N109 Zone? The one that burned to the ground?"

Luke leans closer. "Day five. Still no sign of you. He collapsed an entire district."

Kieran shrugs. "Nothing personal. Just a message."

Luke tilts his head. "And then day six came."

A beat of silence.

Kieran chuckles. "You know, Miss… If you hadn’t shown up today, N109 Zone would’ve been repainted in blood by sundown."

Luke sighs dreamily. "It still might be."

Your blood turns to ice.

And then—Luke’s head tilts toward you.

"Now…?"

Kieran completes it, a beat later.

"Now he has you."

The car slows. Your chest tightens. And then—you realize where you are.

N109 Zone. His estate.

The car door swings open—

And you’re hauled out like luggage.

"Handle with care," Luke hums.

“I am handling with care," Kieran murmurs.

They carry you inside. Set you down with eerie gentleness. Smooth out your jacket. Brush imaginary dust off your shoulders.

Then—they step back. Bow, deep and slow.

“Welcome home, Miss.”

And then—they’re gone.

You whirl after them. “HEY—”

A quiet sound.

Fabric rustling. A slow, deliberate exhale.

You freeze.

And then—you turn.

Sylus is standing across the room. Calm. Collected. Expression unreadable.

But his eyes. They burn.

You swallow.

“What the fuck was that?” you snap, motioning toward the door.

Silence.

He just… watches you.

Then—slowly, smoothly—

He shrugs off his jacket. Lets it fall onto the chair. His fingers move to his cuffs. Undoing them.

One. Then the other.

Rolling his sleeves up, inch by inch.

Your stomach twists.

“Sylus.”

He doesn’t answer. His hands move to his belt. He unbuckles it. Pulls it free.

And you—

You fucking run.

You BOLT.

Straight toward the door. It’s locked.

You curse.

Behind you—he clicks his tongue.

“Oh, Kitten,” he murmurs, voice low, almost amused.

You spin, darting behind the desk. He follows. Casually. Slowly.

“You disappear for six days,” he murmurs, voice smooth, mocking, deadly.

You sidestep. He matches you.

“You ignore my calls.”

You swerve left. He steps right.

“I tear this city apart looking for you.”

You dodge back. He adjusts effortlessly.

“And now,” he exhales, tilting his head, smirking lazily, “you’re running.”

You hurl a stapler at him. He catches it. Drops it. Sighs.

Then—his patience snaps.

A sharp pulse of red energy explodes outward. The desk flips. The chairs crash against the wall.

And suddenly—

You are out of places to run. Before you can move—

He has you.

A sharp yelp rips from your throat as he grabs you, spins, and drops into his chair—

Bringing you down over his lap.

Your breath catches. “Sylus—”

"Ah, ah, ah.”

His palm glides down your back. Teasing. Amused. Smug.

"You made a very poor choice, Kitten."

Your heart pounds. His fingers hook into your waistband. And in one sharp motion—

He pulls your pants down.

Your entire body jolts. “Wait—”

The first smack lands. Sharp. Stinging.

You jerk violently.

Then—the second.

Then—the third.

“Sylus—you absolute bastard!”

A low chuckle vibrates through his chest.

“Six days, Sweetie.”

Another smack.

“You think you get away with that?”

You snarl, thrashing. “You—I’ll kill you!”

"Oh?" His hand presses against your lower back, keeping you pinned.

Then—lower now, smooth as silk, dripping with mockery—

“You sure you can handle that right now?”

You growl.

And then—

You bite him. Hard. Right on the thigh.

His breath hitches. Then—a slow, dangerous laugh.

He grabs you. Turns you over, setting you between his legs, hands gripping your chin—forcing you to look at him.

And then—

You see it. The rage is gone.

And in its place—

Something raw. Something wrecked. Like he’s aged years in just six days.

His voice—when it comes—is low. Hoarse. Unsteady.

“…I thought Ever carved you up for spare parts.”

Your stomach drops.

"You really think," his fingers twitch against your skin, "I was just waiting?"

His eyes flick over your face, scanning, memorizing. And then—softer now, almost broken—

"If you hadn’t come back tomorrow, I would’ve wiped them off the face of the earth."

Your eyes sting. Your hands reach for him, trembling.

You slide forward, onto his lap.

His breath stutters.

And then—you kiss him. Hard. Desperate. Unyielding.

He shudders.

Then—his hands clench around your waist, crushing you to him. When he pulls back—forehead pressed against yours, breath uneven—

“…Next time you disappear,” he murmurs, lips brushing your cheek, voice shaking with something terrifyingly real, “I’m not looking for you.”

Your heart cracks. You shake your head. You cup his face. Hold him there.

“…You won’t have to.”

Silence.

Then—

His grip tightens. And just like that—

He is never letting you go again.

❄️🩸💔 Zayne

You already know where he is.

Zayne isn’t home. Of course, he isn’t.

So you do the only thing that makes sense—you head straight for Akso Hospital.

By the time you step through the pristine glass doors, you’re already talking.

“I know how this looks, but I can explain—”

And then—you see him.

Standing near the nurses’ station, uniform crisp, posture rigid, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat like he’s carved from ice.

For a second—just a second—his breath catches.

But then—

A switch flips. His entire presence shifts.

Cold. Professional. Untouchable.

His eyes meet yours. And he says nothing.

No relief. No anger. Nothing.

Just pure, hollow emptiness.

You swallow hard. Force yourself to continue.

“Zayne—”

“You need medical attention.”

His voice is calm. Impersonal. A doctor speaking to a patient. Not the man you know.

Your stomach twists.

He doesn’t ask where you’ve been. Doesn’t ask why you disappeared. Instead—he starts listing symptoms.

“You’re pale. Have you lost blood?”

You inhale sharply. “Zay—”

“Concussion?”

“No—”

“Fever? Infection?”

His eyes flick to your scraped knuckles, the dried blood on your sleeve.

And you realize—

He’s not angry. He’s protecting himself. He’s shutting down. Like he already convinced himself you weren’t coming back. Like he already mourned you.

And something inside you breaks.

Your legs wobble.

You sway—

And then—

You collapse.

The reaction is instantaneous.

A sharp inhale. A rush of movement. A sudden, firm grip catching you before you hit the ground.

Zayne’s arms lock around you. One around your back, one under your legs, holding you effortlessly. His breathing is uneven. His fingers tremble against your skin.

“Hey—!” His voice is no longer detached. It’s urgent. Terrified.

He tilts your face up, eyes scanning for injuries, pupils blown wide with panic.

"You—" His breath shudders. “Shit, you're—”

But you don’t answer. Because you keep your eyes closed. Because you know exactly what you’re doing.

And for a moment, it works. For a moment, he’s yours again. For a moment, his walls are completely, irreparably shattered.

Then—

His steps slow. His breathing evens.

And suddenly—

He stops. And you feel it. That one single, damning second of realization.

Your eyes are closed, but you can hear it. The sharp, cold click in his mind as he figures it out.

His arms loosen. Too loose. Too fast.

And suddenly—you're falling.

You gasp sharply, hands instinctively grabbing at him—

But he catches you at the last second, lowering you onto the cold, sterile floor of his office with just enough control to keep you from truly getting hurt.

But barely.

His jaw is tight. His nostrils flare. His hands press into his thighs like he’s physically holding himself back from losing control.

Then—flat, quiet, lethal—

“You lied.”

Your stomach drops. You open your mouth—and then you feel it.

A sharp, aching throb in your knee. It hits all at once—the pain, the exhaustion, the weight of everything that happened.

Your throat tightens.

And then—before you can stop it—

Tears prick at your eyes.

Your voice comes out small, weak, broken.

“Zayne… my leg hurts.”

Everything stops. The air in the room shifts.

And suddenly—

The rage is gone. His walls crumble.

His gaze snaps to your knee—swollen, bruised, torn fabric revealing skin already darkening with a deep, painful contusion.

And just like that—he’s on his knees. The doctor in him takes over.

His hands tremble as they press to your leg, fingertips ghosting over the bruised flesh like it physically pains him to touch.

He leans down. And presses a soft, lingering kiss to the bruised skin.

Your breath catches.

His forehead presses gently against your knee. And then—a whisper, barely audible, like he’s afraid of his own voice.

“…I lost you.”

Your heart cracks wide open.

He inhales sharply, his fingers tightening against your leg, like he’s still trying to convince himself you’re real.

You slide off the chair. Sink onto the cold, sterile floor. Your hands come up, cup his face.

His breath stutters.

You press your forehead to his.

Hot. Unwavering. Eternal.

“Only death could take me from you.”

His eyes squeeze shut. And when they open again—

There’s nothing left but raw, agonizing devotion.

Then—

His hands reach for you. And this time, he doesn’t let go.

🪑🍎🎖️ Caleb

The door clicks shut behind you.

Something feels wrong. The air is too still. Too perfectly controlled.

And then—you see it.

The chair.

Placed dead center in the room.

The apartment is spotless. Too spotless. Like someone scrubbed it raw, wiped away every trace of warmth, every sign of life.

Your stomach tightens. And then—a voice.

Cold. Measured. Absolute.

"Sit down."

You turn sharply—

And there he is.

Colonel Caleb. Not your Caleb.

Not the man who kisses your forehead every morning. Not the man who makes you breakfast even when he’s running on two hours of sleep.

No.

This is the soldier. The commander. The man who could level entire cities with a single order.

And you are his captive.

Your jaw tightens. “Caleb, what the hell—”

"Sit. Down."

Your spine stiffens. “No.”

A flick of his fingers. The chair scrapes forward, slamming into the back of your knees.

You stumble, cursing—

But before you can react—a force clamps around you. G-forces shift. Gravity bends. The chair drags you back to the center of the room.

Then—weight locks around your limbs. You can’t stand. Can’t move. Your pulse spikes.

His face is unreadable. His eyes—stormy, dark, endless.

Like he hasn’t slept in six days.

A tablet activates in his hand.

Several floating screens appear around you, flickering with surveillance footage.

And then—his interrogation begins.

His voice is calm. Clinical. Devoid of warmth.

"In the hours before your disappearance, this man entered your building. Do you know him?"

You blink. “What—?”

He gestures at the screen. A blurry security cam shot.

You squint. “That’s—a fucking courier.”

"Interesting."

A swipe of his fingers. Another screen appears.

"You placed an order at a bookstore six days ago. Three books were delivered. For what purpose?"

You stare. “...For reading?”

His brows twitch.

"Curious. You spoke to the courier for over five minutes. What was discussed?"

Your hands clench into fists. “How the hell would I know?”

A beat of silence.

Then—softer now, dangerous in its evenness—

"You really expect me to believe you don’t remember?"

Your blood boils. “Are you seriously doing this right now?”

He swipes again. More footage. More records. More evidence that means nothing.

And you snap.

"You are losing your fucking mind."

His jaw tightens.

And then—

The gravity releases.

You lurch forward, finally able to move—

But before you can get up—

he’s already there.

A single step. One hand gripping the back of your chair, tilting it back—

His face is inches from yours. His gaze burns.

"Are you fucking someone else?"

Your breath catches. Your pulse thunders in your ears.

And then—

You laugh.

Sharp. Bitter. Furious.

You gesture at yourself—the dirt, the bruises, the blood still crusted on your sleeve.

“Look at me, Caleb.”

He doesn’t move.

“Does this look like a woman having an affair?”

His fingers twitch against the chair. His voice drops to a whisper.

"I’m on the edge of it."

Your chest tightens.

“I don’t doubt that, you psychopath.” You shove against his arm, but he doesn’t budge. “Now let me up so I can strangle you.”

His fingers loosen.

And then—

"Six days."

Your breath hitches. His hand moves. Curls around your jaw, firm but careful.

"Six days. Eight thousand six hundred forty minutes."

His thumb brushes over your cheekbone.

"I couldn't breathe without pain."

Your throat tightens. Your rage collapses into something else entirely.

“Caleb—”

"I searched. I traced every lead. I turned this country inside out."

His voice wavers.

And then—softer, rawer, almost desperate—

"If you hadn’t come back, I would have burned everything to the ground."

Your chest aches.

“…I had a mission. It was classified.”

His jaw twitches.

"Then tell me—" His voice turns sharp, edged with something almost pleading. "Tell me you weren’t running."

You exhale shakily.

“You’re so obsessed with losing me, Caleb—maybe that’s why you always do.”

Silence.

Something in his face breaks. He straightens. Turns away.

Leaves.

The door slams.

And you collapse to your knees. Your hands come up—cover your face—

And finally, finally, the tears fall.

But then—

A soft creak. A shift in the air. Warmth.

Arms wrapping around you, pulling you into a crushing embrace.

You freeze.

His voice is hoarse, quiet, trembling with something raw.

"You’re the only one who can destroy me without lifting a hand."

Your breath shudders. His grip tightens.

"One word from you," he murmurs, "and I’m gone."

You shake your head.

“Caleb…”

His forehead presses against your shoulder.

"I tried. Every day. Every second. I tried not to hold on too tight." He exhales shakily. "But I can’t."

Your heart clenches.

“Caleb, I always come back.”

He flinches.

You pull back just enough to cup his face. His eyes are stormy, desperate, flickering with pain.

"You have to trust me."

His lips part, but no sound comes out.

Then—barely above a whisper—

"I can't lose you."

Your fingers tighten against his jaw.

"You won’t."

Silence.

Then—

He kisses you.

It’s not gentle. It’s desperate. Devouring. Starved.

His hands tangle in your hair, holding you to him like he’ll die if you pull away.

A single tear escapes down his cheek. And you catch it with your lips.

“…I’m sorry,” you whisper. “Caleb, I’m so sorry.”

His breath shudders. He shakes his head. 

“No.” His voice breaks. "You don’t apologize to me." 

Your brows furrow. “Caleb—” 

He swallows. 

"If you’re better off without me—" 

Your hand flies up, slaps over his mouth. He freezes. Tears well in your eyes. 

“Don’t. Say. That.” His chest rises sharply. You lean in, press your forehead to his. 

“…You are my universe,” you whisper. 

His hands shake against your back. 

“No matter what we do, no matter what happens—” You press your lips to his, slow, deep, endless. “I will always come back to you.” 

His breath shudders against your lips.

And then—his voice drops, quiet but unshakable. 

"You will never disappear on me again without warning. Not now. Not ever."

🗡✨🌥 Xavier 

The door clicks shut behind you.

You barely take a step inside before a voice cuts through the air—

Calm. Measured. Unshakable.

"Ah." A quiet exhale. "Look who finally remembered they have a home."

You freeze.

Xavier is already there.

Sitting in the living room, one leg crossed over the other, a book balanced in his hand—like your sudden reappearance was nothing more than an interesting plot twist.

He doesn’t look up immediately. He finishes the sentence he’s reading first.

Then—calmly, unhurriedly—he turns the page.

And finally—his gaze lifts to yours.

Cold. Slow. Too calculating.

"Six days."

Your stomach tightens. "Xav—"

"Mm. No." He holds up a single finger.

The room falls silent. And somehow, that’s worse.

You watch as he closes the book. Carefully. Precisely. Then—without breaking eye contact—he sets it aside.

And then—a small smile.

Soft. Almost friendly.

Which means you’re in deep, deep trouble.

"You look tired," he murmurs, tilting his head. "Traveling, were you?"

You exhale. "Xavier—"

"Oh, no. Let me guess." His fingers tap idly against the armrest. "You were simply busy."

A pause.

"Too busy, in fact, to answer a single message."

Your jaw tightens. "It wasn’t—"

"Ah," he interrupts softly, as if realizing something.

His eyes flick over your torn sleeve, the faint bruises on your arms. Then, slowly—he smiles.

"Or," he murmurs, "did you lose your phone again?"

Your stomach drops. Because he knows.

You inhale sharply. "Xav—"

He shakes his head.

"No, it’s alright. I understand." He leans forward slightly, resting his chin against his knuckles. "I’m sure you had an excellent reason."

A beat of silence. Then—mild amusement, carefully laced with steel:

"Would you like to tell me what it was?"

You hesitate.

Because you were on a mission. A classified one.

Because he wasn’t supposed to know. Because you work together.

And yet—he knew nothing.

You try anyway.

"I had a—"

"A mission?" His brow lifts, a polite flicker of curiosity. "Fascinating."

His tone is smooth, unbothered. And that—that is when you know how angry he really is.

He gestures vaguely toward the stacks of reports on the table.

"Tell me, darling, which mission was it?"

You swallow hard. "I can’t—"

"Mm. Right. Classified."

Another small nod. A slow, deliberate blink.

"As are all major operations within the Association."

His fingers drum lightly against the armrest.

"And yet, strangely—" He tilts his head. "Not a single record of your assignment exists."

You say nothing.

Xavier exhales through his nose—almost disappointed.

"And here I thought," he murmurs, "we were supposed to trust each other."

You flinch.

His gaze softens. Not with kindness. But with something far worse.

Pity.

"You must have had your reasons, of course," he muses.

A small sigh, like he’s humoring a child.

"I imagine you thought it was necessary. Sensible, even."

His fingers lace together.

"Just as I found it necessary to send out a search party on day three."

Your breath catches.

"You what?"

He hums.

"By day four, I expanded my resources. You'd be surprised how quickly information spreads when you know where to look."

Your hands clench.

"Xavier—"

"Day five, I began considering alternative outcomes. Some of them, admittedly, rather unpleasant."

A flicker of something colder in his expression.

"Ever been forced to sit in a room full of people trying to convince you that your partner is dead?"

Your stomach turns.

"Xavier, I wasn’t—"

He clicks his tongue.

"Day six, I received word that you had finally resurfaced."

He leans back. Folds his arms. And then—a soft chuckle, utterly humorless.

"Imagine my relief."

Silence.

You exhale sharply. "Xav, I—"

"Did you know," he interrupts, voice light, conversational, detached, "that people tend to avoid looking a grieving man in the eye?"

Your throat tightens.

"Not that I was grieving, of course." He taps a finger against his chin. "I don’t make a habit of mourning people until I see a body."

He tilts his head slightly, studying you.

"But I imagine it must have been quite the inconvenience, being dead for six days."

Your chest tightens.

"You think I wanted to—"

"Oh, I know," he murmurs. "You didn’t want to disappear."

His voice lowers.

"But you still did."

And for the first time—he is no longer smirking. His blue eyes bore into yours, steady, sharp.

"You made a decision that left me in the dark."

A long, slow breath.

"And I need to know," he says softly, "if you would do it again."

Silence.

You don’t have an answer. You don’t think there is one.

He exhales.

Finally, he leans back. Gazes at you for a moment longer.

Then, calmly—he stands. Smooth. Effortless. Precise. And then—he walks past you.

Your heart slams against your ribs.

"Xavier—"

He doesn’t stop. You push to your feet.

"Xavier, you’re coming back, right?"

Finally—he pauses. Turns his head, just slightly.

And then—

"Ask me again in six days."

The door closes behind him. And this time—you’re the one left behind.

🧜🏻‍♂️🧑🏻‍🎨🌊 Rafayel 

You are exhausted.

Every part of you aches. Your body demands sleep, warmth, peace.

Instead—

You come home to chaos.

Loud music. Laughter. The scent of wine, perfume, candle wax, and indulgence.

And then—the sight of him.

Rafayel.

Lounging near the pool, half-leaning against an ornate chair, a glass of red wine dangling lazily between his fingers.

His shirt is unbuttoned just enough to hint at toned muscle beneath, his sleeves rolled up, his perfectly tousled hair falling over his forehead in an effortlessly careless way.

And surrounding him—beautiful women.

Drinking, laughing, leaning toward him like he’s some fallen deity of temptation and excess.

Your stomach twists. A tight, burning rage coils in your chest.

And then—

He sees you. His eyes widen—just slightly. And then—a slow, almost lazy smirk.

"Ah." He lifts his glass dramatically, tone dripping with sarcasm. "Look who's finally returned!"

You tense.

He rises to his feet, arms spread as if welcoming royalty.

"My muse. My inspiration."

His voice carries over the music, over the murmurs of people starting to notice the tension.

"The very heart of my art!"

A sweeping gesture.

And then—

He motions toward the canvas-lined walls.

Your breath catches. Because they’re all of you. Dozens of paintings.

But—ruined.

Slashes through the canvas.

Paint smeared and splattered over your likeness like an artist in rage, in agony, in heartbreak.

The fury in you erupts. Your voice cuts through the music.

"What the actual fuck is this?!"

He gasps, mock scandalized.

"Oh, you don’t like them? What a tragedy!"

He downs the rest of his wine in one smooth gulp, tossing the glass aside with a careless flick of his wrist.

Then—he grins.

Crooked. Reckless. Infuriating.

"And here I was, drowning in sorrow, channeling my unbearable suffering into art."

A sigh.

"But alas." He shrugs dramatically. "Seems the muse herself has returned."

You march toward him. He tilts his head.

"Careful, cutie. You seem upset."

"You’re a fucking disaster."

He laughs.

"You’re six days late to that realization."

You grab his wrist, yanking him toward the exit.

“We’re talking. Now.”

His body moves, but his feet don’t follow. Instead—he pulls against your grip.

His smile widens.

"Oh?" His voice drips with amusement. "Dragging me away already? Jealous, cutie?"

Your jaw clenches.

"This is pathetic."

Another laugh, lighter this time.

"Ah, but it was all I had!" He places a hand over his heart. Theatrical. Overdramatic. Perfectly insufferable.

You snap.

And shove him into the pool.

He barely has time to react—water crashes around him, drenching his white shirt, dragging him under.

And for a brief, glorious second—silence.

Until—

His hand grabs your wrist. You yelp, but it’s too late.

He pulls you down with him.

Cold water engulfs you, shocking your senses.

When you resurface, gasping, furious, he’s already brushing his hair back, blinking at you through wet lashes.

And suddenly—

The playfulness is gone. The crowd has vanished. Thomas made sure of it.

And now—it’s just you and him.

And for the first time tonight—he’s quiet. His voice is lower, slower.

"You storm into my house. Onto my estate. Into my party. And then..."

He gestures lazily toward the water.

"You throw me in my own fucking pool?"

You pant, teeth gritted. “Your—house? Great! I’ll leave you in your fucking house—”

You turn to climb out—

And he grabs you again. A firm grip. Unshaking.

His eyes—darker now. Sharper. Focused.

"Make another move, cutie." His voice is dangerously low.

"And we’ll have problems."

You glare. "Let. Go."

He doesn’t. Instead—he pulls you closer.

“You’re not walking away from this.”

Your pulse spikes.

"Rafayel—"

"Do it," he whispers. "Say it to my face."

Your breath catches.

"You want to leave?" His hand slides to your waist, pulling you closer, forcing you to feel the heat radiating from his soaked body.

"Then say it."

Your hands shake. You flick water into his face, desperate to break the tension.

He doesn’t even blink. Instead—his eyes drop.

To your clothes.

Soaked. Clinging. Revealing everything.

His pupils darken. And then—his jaw tightens.

"You left me for six days," he murmurs.

Your breath stutters.

"I left for work, not you, you hysterical maniac."

He tilts his head.

"That’s the same thing. And your phone?"

"A Wanderer shattered it!"

He lets out a sharp, bitter laugh.

"Ah, yes. And I suppose you were also too busy fighting for your life to send me one. Single. Fucking. Message?"

You exhale sharply. "Raf, you’re insufferable. A party? Seriously?"

"How else am I supposed to handle soul-crushing heartbreak?"

His voice drops.

"Tell me, cutie." His fingers skim your waist, trailing fire in their wake. "How else was I supposed to drown my suffering?"

He leans in, breath hot against your lips.

And then—

He kisses you. Desperate. Possessive.

Your legs wrap around his waist, instinct taking over.

His grip tightens.

"You threw me in a pool," he whispers against your lips.

"You deserved it."

His fingers dig into your hips.

"You waltz in after six days and just—throw me?"

"Maybe I should throw you again."

He grins against your skin.

"I should make you pay for that."

"Raf—"

"Mm. Shh."

His hands travel lower, pressing you harder against him.

Your breathing turns shallow.

"Your paintings," you murmur.

"I’ll paint more."

"You hated me for six days."

"Endlessly." He kisses your throat, voice dropping further.

"You didn’t want to see me again?"

He grins against your collarbone.

"Try leaving me again, cutie."

His grip tightens, unshakable.

His breath is hot against your ear.

"And I promise—"

His hips press forward, slow and deliberate, sending a sharp jolt of heat through you.

"You won’t be able to walk for a week."

[creative-frequency]

Bothering Them at Work

Headcanons incl. all LIs

Xavier

Is actually the one to bother you at work because no one has ever caught him doing paperwork. Ever.

“Are you still writing that report? Do you need my help?”

Proceeds to never be actually helpful but at the same time you know he would write the whole thing if you asked him to.

You will have time to work on that report only for as long as Xavier’s patience lasts.

Zayne

He has been stuck on that laptop past his 50 minute pomodoro timer.

Which means the next 10 minutes of break will be yours.

No matter what you do during those 10 minutes, Zayne will know when they’re up and make an attempt at getting back to his work.

“Is this a ploy to lure me away from the laptop?”

If you ask nicely and make a good offer, he will usually relent and put the laptop away anyways.

Rafayel

You’re the only one allowed to interrupt him while he is painting.

He is delighted when you do. Though he might whine about it.

He knows you wouldn’t bother him unless it’s something important – like being bored out of your mind, and that is something Rafayel can definitely help you with.

He tends to lose his sense of time when he paints, so it’s a good idea to remind him to eat and stay hydrated.

“Puh-lease, finishing this painting is more important than food right now, cutie.”

Sylus

He is not bothered at all when you cuddle up to him, just continues scrolling and tapping away on his phone.

When you straddle him, his eyes will instantly be drawn to you, one brow arched in question.

“Did you need me for something, kitten?”

If he has something he really needs to take care of, he will just do it, make you wait, and afterwards show how apologetic he is for it.

Caleb

He is a difficult one to bother because he syncs your work schedules so flawlessly. He will usually work whenever you do.

It’s more likely that he will be the one to bother you with his stares as you work.

However, just one pleading look from you is enough to make him put away whatever document or book he is reading.

Seriously, this man folds so fast – you’ve lost enough time already so something as mundane as his work won’t ever keep you from spending time together.

“How about a reward for all this hard work we’ve been doing? I have some ideas.”

[meinii]

“I need a kiss”

summary: how I think the lads boys would act when they’re needy for a kiss! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ³ ᵔ ꒱ྀིა

content: fluff

୨୧･｡｡･♡･∴･♡･｡｡･୨୧

Sylus

Sylus isn’t the type to ask for affection outright—no, he demands it. when he’s feeling needy for a kiss, he doesn’t bother with words. instead, he corners you, trapping you against whatever surface is closest, his crimson eyes dark with intent. he tilts your chin up with two fingers, his lips already curling into that smug, knowing smirk

“don’t play coy,” he murmurs, voice smooth as silk “you know exactly what I want”

he’ll tease you at first, brushing his lips over yours, letting his breath ghost over your skin, but never fully closing the distance. he loves to watch you squirm, to see you grow desperate before he finally gives in, kissing you slow, deep, and intoxicating. one kiss is never enough for him—he’s greedy, pulling you impossibly closer, as if he could devour you whole. even after you part, he keeps his forehead pressed to yours, thumb tracing over your lips, as if contemplating whether to steal another

“hm… still not enough,” he mutters “but I’ll be merciful. for now.”

he makes sure you’re breathless, dazed, and completely under his spell before he finally lets you go. and if you ever try to deny him, well… you’ll only make him more determined to get what he wants

Zayne

Zayne won’t outright say he wants a kiss, but his actions speak for themselves. he lingers near you more than usual, brushing his fingers against yours, standing just a little too close when you’re doing something mundane, like reading or cooking. if you don’t take the hint, he’ll grow more obvious—sighing dramatically as he sits beside you, arms crossed, a faint pout on his lips

“you’re ignoring me,” he states plainly, adjusting his glasses “very cruel of you.”

and if you still don’t catch on? he gets petty. he’ll tug on your sleeve like a child, or even steal whatever you’re holding just to make you look at him. the moment you finally give in and lean in to kiss him, he meets you halfway, a quiet but satisfied hum escaping him as your lips press together

his kisses are soft and slow, drawn out as if he’s savoring the moment. his hands instinctively cup your cheeks, his thumb tracing absent patterns against your skin. and when you pull away, he keeps you there, pressing one last lingering kiss to the corner of your lips before murmuring

“there, much better. don’t make me wait next time”

Caleb

Caleb is shameless when he’s needy for a kiss. he has no problem following you around, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, and resting his chin on your shoulder. his voice takes on that playful, teasing tone, but there’s a clear edge of longing beneath it

“honey,” he drawls “I think you forgot something”

if you ask what, he’ll just pout, giving you the most exaggerated, pitiful look he can muster

and if you still don’t get the hint? he’ll lean in, whispering against your ear

“you forgot to kiss me.”

the moment you indulge him, he melts. his hands tighten around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss, making sure you feel every ounce of his affection. he’s warm, steady, and utterly devoted, tilting his head to deepen the connection, as if trying to make the moment last forever

and after? he grins, rubbing his nose against yours before stealing another quick kiss

“mm… think I need a few more just to be sure”

Rafayel

Rafayel is dramatic when he’s needy for a kiss. He sighs loudly, throwing himself onto the nearest couch or bed, acting as if he’s on the verge of death

“I am starving,” he groans, clutching his chest “but not for food. no, I am wasting away, neglected, unloved—”

you don’t even have to say anything. just rolling your eyes is enough to make him crack a grin, but he keeps up the act until you finally lean in and kiss him

the second your lips touch his, he immediately wraps his arms around you, trapping you in place. his kisses are intense, passionate, like he’s trying to pour every bit of his emotions into them. his fingers tangle in your hair, and he refuses to let you pull away too soon

“ahh, finally,” he breathes against your lips, smiling as he kisses you again, this time softer “but I think I need just a few more to fully recover.”

hood luck getting away now

Xavier

Xavier doesn’t always understand social cues, but when he’s needy for a kiss, it’s obvious. he follows you around like a lost puppy, his usual neutral expression softened by the smallest, almost imperceptible pout. He doesn’t say anything at first, just stands close—too close—until you finally turn to look at him

“… I require something,” he finally says, tilting his head

if you ask what, he just stares at you, waiting.

and when you still don’t get it, he reaches up and gently taps his lips with his finger

the moment you lean in and kiss him, his entire expression changes. his hands immediately cup your face, his touch delicate but firm, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. his kisses are slow, reverent—he kisses you like you’re something sacred

even after you part, he stays close, his forehead resting against yours.

“… better,” he murmurs, thumb brushing over your cheek. “but I think I need more data. let’s try again”

and with that, he steals another kiss

[starmocha]

I've got this doubt that I can't shake off: if MC's pregnancy, for some reason, is a very tough and risky one (both might die or something), which one of the guys would have the saddest breakdown at some point (just ugly crying into MC's arms after months of keeping it together for her sake) and which would have the angriest (trashing entire offices, taking their anger out on their enemies or both)?

(I had intended to respond earlier, but man…that trailer…) Gosh, you guys know how to prod at that special part of my brain with these asks lately… 🥺 I may or may not have...started writing...little...snippets, really... 😔

Zayne would go into “doctor-mode.” He is going to utilize his medical knowledge and resources to give you the best care possible for both you and the baby, and while it seems you have nothing to worry about, you will feel the emotional-withdrawal from him as everything will feel so methodical and clinical and he forgets completely his role as a husband until you break down crying.

You had tried to keep your emotions in check these last few months, rationalizing that Zayne was never an expressive person, but his feelings and actions were always sincere. He was pacing across the bedroom reviewing with you about your recent prenatal checkup and what it meant for both you and this baby. It had been like this for several months now, and with your weak heart and the risk it posed for both you and the baby, Zayne had been extra attentive about your prenatal care.

As you sat on your bed, heavy with his child and close to your due date, listening to him rattle off different medical terms and speaking to you less as a wife but more as if you were his patient, you could feel your emotions peaking. You couldn’t remember the last time he was affectionate with you or actually asked how you were personally feeling throughout this whole pregnancy. He was by your side more, but you had never felt as lonesome as now, needing him back as your husband and not a doctor. You could feel the tears brimming, but it was getting harder each day to suppress your feelings.

Everything Zayne was saying sounded like muffled gibberish to you. You could barely focus on the present, barely acknowledging even the faint movements of the baby you were carrying, feeling more lost in your loneliness. You finally let your emotions and hormones collide and broke down crying in front of him, startling him immediately. Within seconds, he was on his knees before you, grasping your arms as he asked worriedly, “What’s wrong? Are you hurting somewhere?”

It took you a minute to gather yourself before you felt calm enough to speak, finally revealing to him how you hated who he had become during this time. At first, Zayne looked shocked, not quite comprehending what you had just said to him, but the more he pondered your hurt words, the more he realized there was a lot of truth in what you had said.

He kissed your belly, surprising you. Then, he got up and sat down next to you on the bed, pulling you into his embrace as he kissed your forehead, his apologies immediate and sincere.

“I didn’t mean to,” he said, holding you a little tighter, “I just…don’t want anything to happen to you. Either of you.”

You leaned into his embrace, and sighed softly, “I know…I’m not mad at you. I’m just…”

Zayne looked down, noticing how your words gradually stopped and you were withdrawing again. He lifted your chin, making you look at him as he coaxed you gently, “Just what?”

“I just miss you,” you said, voice breaking again and fresh tears brimmed your eyes. As he brushed your tears away, you cried harder, “And I’m scared…and I can’t stop thinking about all of the things that could go wrong…and then I realize stressing over this is also hurting the baby and…and…”

Zayne looked guilty as he realized that while he was too focused on your physical health, he had neglected your mental and emotional state, realizing how you had been suppressing your feelings for his sake.

He sat back against the headboard and pulled you back to rest against him. He apologized again for his neglect, and for the rest of that night, he listened and comforted you through your anxieties. There was that familiar warmth in his embrace that you missed, and the softness in his eyes returned as he listened to you earnestly. While your anxieties were still there, they seemed more manageable now that you realized the man by your side in this moment was not Doctor Zayne but your Zaynie, your beloved husband.

Rafayel is angry and emotional and will lash out and say things he doesn’t mean, such as he would rather lose the baby than you.

It had been like walking on eggshells these past few months. You had tried to keep your spirits up in spite of the situation, but eventually everything that had been quieted was going to surface, reaching an ugly peak.

You just had never expected him to say such words to you.

“You…don’t want…the baby?” You felt like you were choking as you uttered those words back to Rafayel.

He looked conflicted, his face twisted in pain and frustration. “I…I didn’t mean it,” he finally said, seeming to struggling with not just his words, but also his feelings.

You glared at him with tears in your eyes. “You said it! What could you have possibly meant to say if not that!”

“I don’t want to lose you!” he finally yelled back, frustrated that his words were being used against him by you of all people.

A strained silence filled the space, creating a rift between the two of you as you stared at one another in shock. In the distant, there was the cries of seagulls flying outside the studio, the sound of waves crashing on the shore a peculiar reminder that time was still moving forward even as you two stood frozen, locked in this seemingly unbreakable tension.

After several beats, Rafayel dropped to his knees, his head buried into his hands as he apologized, though it seemed more like he was apologizing for hurting you and not because of what he had said.

You walked closer to him, surprised when his arms wrapped around your waist, and his face pressed against your rounded stomach.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized again. He didn’t look up at you, but his words were heard clear: “I just can’t lose you again.”

You stared down at his head of hair, unsure of what you could say in this moment. He looked so broken and helpless, and while you understood his sentiments, it still did nothing to alleviate the hurt you felt at his earlier words. Shakily, you let your hand rest on the back of his head, as you said softly, “My fishie…I won’t leave you…”

You said that to comfort him, but even you had doubts about whether you could hold true to your words. It was so bright and sunny outside in Linkon today, so why did your future look so gray and uncertain? This was to be a joyous time in both of your lives, but even as you both felt the baby kicked and moved, that cloud of doubt remained.

Xavier is stunned and feels helpless.

It had been an awkward couple of weeks. Xavier was quieter than usual, but he still answered you whenever you spoke. You didn’t think he was upset at you, but you also couldn’t ignore the sudden distance between the two of you.

“Captain Jenna had put me on desk duty for the remainder of my pregnancy,” you told him over dinner one night.

He didn’t answer you, appearing distracted as he was grilling some beef slices on an electric griddle.

“Xavier?”

“Huh?” He looked up, surprised. “Oh, sorry, I had something on my mind. What did you say?”

“I…I said Captain Jenna is putting me on desk duty,” you repeated hesitantly.

“That’s good,” he answered and picked a slice of beef off the griddle to place in your bowl. “You should have some more meat for protein.”

“…thank you,” you said, noticing the way his eyes kept averting with yours. You placed your bowl on the table, upset now. “Xavier, did I do something wrong?”

He looked taken aback by the sudden question. He immediately shook his head. “Wrong? Why would you even think that?”

You frowned. “You’ve barely spoken with me lately,” you said, “It’s been nothing but ‘yeah,’ ‘okay,’ ‘alright’ from you lately.”

“I’m sorry,” he looked at you with remorse etched on his face. He sighed as he turned the griddle off before he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. “I…I just have something on my mind.”

“You keep saying that,” you retorted, mildly irked now, “What could be on your mind that is more important than being here with me?”

“You.”

Your irritation disappeared in that moment, his solemn gaze resting on you. Slowly, you found your voice, your words stuttering a little in confusion, “Wha…what do…you mean?”

“You and the baby,” he clarified. “Ever since the doctor said this was a high-risk pregnancy, I just…can’t stop thinking about…everything that could go wrong.”

“Xavier…”

“I don’t know how to make this easier for you,” he continued, suddenly unable to hide his anxiety any longer, “And even if we do everything right, what if things go wrong at the last minute? What if—no, just…no…”

You gasped when he suddenly came to you, his arms wrapped around you immediately in a tight embrace. He kissed the top of your head and apologized again, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“Xavier…it will be alright,” you reassured him.

He was silent.

“We’ll both be alright,” you continued.

“Right…” he answered, but you noticed he still didn’t want to let you go. You also didn’t want him to part, so you both remained in this moment a while longer.

Sylus has all of the money and connections in the world. He is going to ensure that both you and the baby will be alright throughout the pregnancy until birth. On the surface, he seems calm and confident, but to keener eyes, such as yours, you will pick up on his anxiety through little tics or behavioral changes.

The moment you had told Sylus you were pregnant with his baby, he lavished you with even more luxuries than before. You received the best care possible, especially when it came to light that this pregnancy was not going to be easy for you and there was concern about the health of the baby. Sylus made sure the most qualified doctors were monitoring you and he had ordered the personal chefs to prepare only nutritional dishes for you and the baby.

He was adamant that you received only the best of the best, and to strangers, Sylus appeared to be so level-headed and grounded, not a trace of worry could be seen on his face.

You, however, noticed how he seemed to drum his fingers on hard surfaces more often. He would also pull out his coin to flip at the most peculiar time, and his visits to the boxing ring also seemed to have increased. There were so many odd tics that you couldn’t ignore, but you suspected you knew the reason why.

One evening, you slipped into bed earlier while Sylus was still sleeping. It would almost be time for him to wake up from his slumber, so you waited. When you noticed the fluttering of his eyes, you leaned in closer, smiling as your face was the first thing he saw once he awoken.

“Good morning,” you greeted him with a mischievous smile, leaning down to peck his lips.

“Mm…morning,” he answered back in amusement, still a little groggy and bleary-eyed. He yawned. “What did I do to deserve seeing such a sweet sight first thing after waking up?”

“I wanted to talk.”

His mirth disappeared in that instance upon hearing your stern tone. He shifted in bed, sitting up with his back to the headboard. “Is something the matter?”

“You tell me.”

Sylus shook his head in confusion. “Sweetie, you are going to have to elaborate more,” he responded with a frown. “What are we talking about?”

“Are you…worried?”

“Worry?”

You rested a hand over your belly, his gaze instantly following your movement. “About the pregnancy,” you clarified.

“Of course I worry,” he answered back in that same even tone.

“You…seemed so assured, but lately, I’ve noticed these little…tics,” you explained, elaborating to him more in details as he listened patiently. When you finished, Sylus gently pulled you closer to him, letting your body rest against his. His arm wrapped around you, his hand resting on your belly to rub gentle little circles.

“I will always worry about you,” he said, “but panicking over things will not achieve anything, so I just redirected my worries elsewhere. Is that a problem?”

You shook your head and looked up at him. “No, I was just…wondering if you wanted to talk about them with me.”

He laughed and bent down to peck your lips. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“What if I want to?”

He smiled in amusement and kissed you again. “Then who am I to argue with my pregnant wife?”

“What would you do?”

“Do what?”

“If…I don’t ma—”

“You will be fine,” he immediately cut you off, his demeanor shifting entirely. “You will both be fine.”

“But—”

He lay back down in bed, pulling you closer to him in a tighter embrace. “Lull me to sleep,” he said instead.

“But isn’t it time for you to wake—” You clammed up when he shot you a pointed look. You could sense his unease, feeling his fingers digging into your flesh a little more. He was upset, deeply troubled, and you hated how he carried that burden alone on his shoulders.

“Alright,” you answered, snuggling into his embrace. You sang a song, a lullaby you had learned recently that you hoped to sing to your baby in a few months. As you sang, Sylus quietly hummed along, and it wasn’t long before you both fell asleep together, your worries left behind as you dreamed of the upcoming months when a new bundle of joy would arrive at Onychinus’ base.

Caleb is nervous, but he pours himself into taking care of you, because that is all he has ever known. He’s never liked seeing you ill or hurt, so he is going to do everything possible to make sure you receive the best care ever. He will do a lot of research and ask as many questions as he could to gain insight on what can be done to minimize the risk so both you and the baby will make through the pregnancy as safely as possible. He does not even want to consider the possibility of losing you.

You didn’t have any autonomy over yourself anymore. Whatever you wanted to do, Caleb did it for you first. Whatever you were craving, he would negate it half the time, citing it was better for you to eat a healthier alternative.

Even though you wanted to be mad at him, you knew he was doing this out of worry after the reveal that there were some concerns about this pregnancy. The moment that you had heard the word “risky,” everything afterwards suddenly sounded muffled as you were frozen in shock, a sudden anxiety creeping in as you stared down at your belly. Meanwhile, Caleb was already proactive, asking what needed to be done, what you both needed to be aware of, and so on and so forth. As if he could sense your worries, his hands immediately rested on your shoulders as he stood behind you while he continued to converse with the doctor.

He was your pillar and your protector. He always was, and he always will be.

Even if sometimes you found him to be overbearing.

You had missed many of his more indulgent dishes ever since he had put you on a clean-diet, and each time, you made a point of letting him know just how upset you were as you sulked when he finished setting the table with steamed fish and green veggies with bamboo shoots.

“It’s only temporary,” he reassured you, smiling to himself as he watched you picked at the fish half-heartedly.

“Most women get to enjoy their cravings while pregnant,” you said sullenly, taking a small bite of the fish.

He nodded in agreement as he sat down opposite of you. “If this was a normal pregnancy, then of course you should be able to indulge on your cravings—”

You looked at him hopefully.

“But your cholesterol level is higher than normal, and we also need to be cautious about the risk of developing gestational diabetes—”

You sulked again. “You are killing my appetite again.”

Caleb laughed softly as he set his chopsticks down. He cocked his head to the side, his chin resting in the palm of his hand as he leaned forward on the table. “What are you craving, pipsqueak?”

“What does it matter? You won’t let me have anything…” You bit into your bamboo shoot, not making eye contact with him.

“Pretend I will,” he answered in the same tone.

You shrugged. “…Pasta.”

“Pasta? Okay,” he answered thoughtfully, “What else?”

“Hmm…pizza…cheesecake…dumplings…”

Caleb covered his mouth to suppress his laughter as he watched you list each food longingly, practically lost in your own world and not even paying attention to him anymore. When it seemed you had finished listing, he questioned you again, “That’s all?”

You sighed and shook your head.

“What else is there? You’ve practically listed all of the food available on takeout menus,” he teased.

“…Braised chicken wings…”

Caleb looked surprised. “What?”

“Your braised chicken wings,” you clarified and looked up to meet his surprised gaze.

“Okay,” he said after a moment, “I’ll make some braised chicken wings tomorrow for dinner.”

You perked up. “R-really?” You eyed him suspiciously. “What about my clean diet?”

“In moderation would be fine,” he answered, smiling, “Besides, having the mother of my child miserable the whole time is also not good for the baby.”

You huffed at him, annoyed. “I’m miserable because of you.”

He blinked, not expecting you to suddenly be mad at him again. “I’m only—”

“I can’t enjoy the food I like, I’m tired all of the time, I can’t even see my feet anymore, my back hurts, my feet are swollen—how am I fat when I’m not even eating anything yummy?!”

“…are you having a mood swing?”

“Yes!” you cried out hysterically, nearly sobbing, “It’s your fault, too, I can’t control my hormones right now!”

Caleb laughed helplessly as he stood from his seat and crossed over to your side. Immediately, you wrapped your arms around his waist, your face buried against his stomach as you continued to cry and list your grievances with him.

“Alright, alright, it is my fault I gotten you pregnant,” he agreed. He peered down at the top of your head, smiling when you sniffled against his shirt while he rubbed the back of your head soothingly.

“…dummy…”

“Yes, yes, I’m a dummy,” he continued in a very pacifying tone.

“…A big dummy…”

“Mmhmm…”

“The biggest…”

“Right, right…”

You looked up, suspicious again when he continued to be very agreeable. You yelped in surprise when he immediately grabbed your face and leaned down to steal your lips with his. It took you a few seconds to register that he was kissing you before you gave in, feeling a warmth in your chest at his sudden display of affections.

“What else?” he asked softly when he pulled back a few centimeters, still close enough that his breath brushed against your trembling lips while his eyes locked with yours. You could feel his thumb brushing away the tears that were still on your cheeks.

“…you…”

“Me?”

“Uh huh…”

“What do you want from me?”

“Just you…”

He laughed and kissed your forehead. “Alright, pipsqueak,” he said, “You have me. I am all yours. Forever.”

You guided his hand down to your pregnant belly, smiling when that same look of surprise crossed his face again when he felt the baby kicked. Your smile widened as you answered him, “You’re ours.”

He knelt down on one knee, his large hand still resting over your belly as he smiled back before his eyes drifted down to your stomach. “Yeah,” he said, sighing almost as if in disbelief by this current life he was living, “Both of yours. Forever.”

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If You're Quiet During Sex (Headcanons)

Sylus x gn!Reader + Zayne x gn!Reader (separate)

Had this thought because I'm quiet During so I got a little self-deprecating about what they'd think about it... but then I remembered the boys would never make me feel ashamed for that shit

Warnings: sexual content

Word Count: 434 (cool, it's like a little kissy face)

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Sylus

Probably thinks he's not making you feel good enough at first

Shocked when you orgasm because you were so quiet, surely he didn't make you cum already???

Brings it up right away, asks if you liked it

Admits that he expected you to make more noise

If it's purely from inexperience or anxiety, he's more than happy to spend time breaking down those barriers. He won't force you to make noise, but he's definitely more forthcoming with his own sounds to encourage you. Any sound you do make, he's praising you for it and trying to draw it out of you again

If moaning really just isn't your thing, he just asks that you tell him if something feels good or bad. He wants to pleasure you, and he wants to make sure he's doing things you like when he might not notice your little tells in the heat of the moment

Either way, he does keep track of your tells. If you close your eyes and tilt your head back, mouth hanging open, small whimpers or shivers - he's looking for whatever it is that tells him you're enjoying yourself

He's moderately noisy during sex. He'll moan and talk, but it's not like he's trying to project it. It's more close to you, contained in the space between you both, but not so quiet he has to be in your ear to hear it

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Zayne

I feel like he wouldn't question it as much

Because he's also not very vocal

He himself is very breathy and whines a little, but full moans are few and far between

Communicates a LOT about what you do and don't enjoy before, during and after

Sometimes requests you to speak (*ahem* "Say my name..." from Silent Poem, I'm looking at you), but never pushes you to be loud

If you're quiet because of anxiety or inexperience, he's as reassuring and encouraging as he can be. Would honestly be so proud of you if you start being louder and more vocal over time, because it means you're comfortable with him and that means the world to him. Says as much afterward, cuddling you and nuzzling into your neck with a lovestruck grin as he does

I wonder if you couldn't also influence him into being more noisy during sex. Command or beg him to say your name, tell you how good he feels, suck and bite at his most sensitive spots until he's a whining, simpering mess.....

Imagine his own surprise when you touch him and he lets out a very loud moan that even he wasn't expecting

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How the LADS men react to their gf showing physical affection, who is a bit scared to show affection

A/N: a post with all the lads boys this time...hopefully I did them justice

Tags/warnings: she/her pronouns used (should i try using gender neutral terms?), s/o has a little fear of vulnerability (can you see a pattern haha), s/o in raf's may be a bit too specific (she is described to have a passion for music), fluff <3

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Rafayel 

Music softly filled the living room of the artist's house. A classic played, one of Beethoven's symphonies. Rafayel always experimented painting with different music playing, seeing what emotions it could evoke. His girlfriend loved that about him, as she had a passion for music. She smiled softly as she stood in the hallway. Rafayel sat on a stool, his back to her, an easel and canvas in front of him, a brush slowly moving across it. Y/n didn't want to interrupt, really. But a recent breakdown has caused the couple to have a conversation and she promised she would try to be more vulnerable with him. Even though it scared her. She wanted to start small. Right now she really really wanted a hug from her boyfriend. That shouldn't be too much to ask. 

Nervously, she made her way into the room and approached Rafayel. She hesitated for a moment, but continued. “Cutie?” Rafayel questioned, hearing footsteps, but not turning to look or stop his painting. Y/n said nothing and waited for his brush to finish the stroke before nervously wrapping her arms around him, placing her head onto his back. She felt extremely embarrassed. There was no reason to. This was Rafayel. Her Rafayel. Her boyfriend. The man let out a soft gasp in surprise and tensed up. “Wha- you-” he spluttered. 

“Wan’ a hug,” she mumbled into his back. It took Rafayel a moment to process, not used to the sudden display of affection from his lover. When his brain began to work again, his heart soared. He placed his pallet and brush down before turning around and wrapping his arms around her, squeezing her almost too much with a happy giggle. “Mmm. What should I do? This painting has to be done by tomorrow, but my baby needs my cuddles,” he sighed. Y/n tried to back away, not wanting to harm his work. Her ears still burned with embarrassment and she was sure her face matched. Maybe this was all a bad idea. Rafayel wouldn't let her break away, pulling her closer. 

“Sorry, I'll-” she began, but was interrupted by Rafayel quickly dropping his arms to hold her thighs and lift her into his arms. 

“Ah well, what can you do,” he sang. Y/n glanced up at him to see a huge, dorky smile on his face. “Feels even better when you initiate a hug then me hugging you,” he admitted. The girl felt her face flush again and she hid her face in his neck. “Cute,” he pressed a kiss to her hair. “But seriously, I know that was hard for you. I admire your vulnerability. And of course I will happily cuddle you for the rest of the night! Should we head to bed early or watch that movie you wanted?” The girl was speechless and just shrugged, making him laugh. “Aww is my cutie still embarrassed? There's nothing to be embarrassed about.” She whined in response. She felt her weight shift as Rafayel sat down on his couch. Rafayel hummed. “Can I make you be a bit more vulnerable and give me a kiss?” He asked. Y/n sighed and took a brief moment to breathe before lifting her face to look at him. She quickly kissed his lips before returning to her hiding spot. Rafayel couldn't hold back his laugh, holding her tightly as he shook with laughter. 

Minutes later, she heard the TV turn on, the pre-movie credits playing. Rafayel moved his girlfriend somewhat begrudgingly, so that she was now sitting next to him, her legs across his lap. She looked at him confused. He nodded towards the TV. “Kind of hard for you to watch if you're just pressed against my chest, no?” He asked, moving his arm to wrap around her back, the other reaching for her hand and placing a kiss on it. “And don't worry, I'll definitely be getting my real kiss later. As many as I want,” he winked at her. Safe to say he did not complete his painting that night, which wasn't abnormal for the artist. He had more important things to do. 

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Sylus 

The Onychinus base was dark. A few lights leading y/n to the boss. Sylus was in his study, working on something. She wasn't sure what, but she didn't intend to stay long. It weighed heavily on her mind that she never initiated any physical contact with Sylus, her boyfriend. He hadn't said anything, but she had been in her head about it. If she were dating someone and they never initiated anything, she'd think they didn't really like her. She didn't want Sylus to think that. The problem was she's not good at initiating contact. It terrifies her. So even when she wanted to, she held back. But after thinking, she decided she would initiate physical contact, no matter how scary. Starting small of course. Today's plan of action? A hug before she went off to bed. It wasn't unusual for her to say goodnight to the man, but he was always the one to wave her over to hug or kiss her. Tonight she wasn't going to let him. 

The girl softly knocked on the door, opening it slowly and peeking in. Sylus’s brow raised, pleased by the sudden interruption. He looked down at his watch, unaware of his girlfriend swiftly making her way across the room. He opened his mouth to speak, but was shocked by how close she now was. Wordlessly, she climbed into his chair with him, sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around him. “Just wanted to say goodnight,” she whispered. Y/n wanted to sound confident, but her voice betrayed her, shaking slightly. Sylus smiled, his large hands resting on her back. “This is quite the surprise,” Sylus began, not wanting to push her too far. Of course he had noticed his girlfriend's behavior. He could tell when she wanted a hug or kiss, but then did nothing about it. He didn't say anything, not wanting to push her and trusting she would when she was ready. It didn't bother him that she never kissed him. It bothered him that she wanted to kiss him, but didn't. Sylus was determined to do everything in his power to let you be comfortable to take what you wanted from him. “I always come say goodnight,” y/n tried to play off the action. He chuckled. 

“Yes, and I love that. But,” he hesitated, unsure how to put his feelings into words that wouldn't hurt her unintentionally. “You never do this. Not that I mind. I'm happy you're finally taking what you want from me.” 

“Can I take more?” She quietly asked. 

“You can take anything and everything from me,” he replied. 

“Come to bed? At least for a little bit. I know you have work to do, but-” she was cut off by Sylus standing, carrying her to his bedroom. He placed her down gently, tucking her into bed before getting in next to her and wrapping his arms around her again, her head tucked into his neck. He lifted her head and pressed a slow kiss to her lips, appreciating her actions. “Take whatever you want. Goodnight, love.” 

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Xavier 

Y/n paced back and forth in her apartment. She had woken up in the middle of the night, a nightmare interrupting her sleep. What had caused her to pace however, was a decision she had to make. Her dreams had been plagued with memories of what happened to her grandmother, her death anniversary coming up. When she woke up, she felt horribly lonely and the thought of her boyfriend a few apartments down almost made it worse. She was an adult, she could handle a little nightmare and just go back to bed. Or she could get in the elevator and go see Xavier. He wouldn't mind, right? But her boyfriend loved his sleep. Like a lot. She didn't want to interrupt that. Plus he had just gotten back from a mission, only texting to let her know he got back safe and was headed to bed. She decided she could be stealthy enough, putting on some slippers and heading out the door. 

The building was quiet, which made sense because it was the middle of the night. But it was cold and y/n regretted not grabbing a coat, only in her pj's. The elevator seemed to move slower and she wondered if she should just turn around and deal with this alone as she always had. But the last time she had a nightmare, Xavier happened to be over and she told him she would come to him if it happened again. She technically already broke that promise, having a similar dream soon after but dealing with it alone. This one however, felt more intense. She would not be getting any sleep after it. The bell dinged and she excited the elevator, walking over to his apartment. 

She didn't bother knocking, just using the spare key he gave her and opening the door suddenly. She was a bit surprised to see her boyfriend asleep on the couch- his arm draping off the side. This presented a new problem. He was clearly so tired after the mission, he passed out on the couch, still wearing his uniform. Y/n bit her lip in thought. Her original plan was to just get into bed next to him and sleep, but that wasn't possible with him on the couch. She'd have to wake him up. She'd have to tell him about her nightmare and that she wanted to stay with him. It was too much. As she turned to leave, she was stopped. “Is that you y/n?” Xavier had spoken through a yawn. “Are you okay?” Her hand froze on the doorknob of his door, not knowing if she should book it or not. But she wanted to get some rest. She wanted her boyfriend's comfort. 

“I had another nightmare,” y/n finally said, turning around to see her boyfriend now sitting up on the couch. He smiled sleepily at her. “Mm come to bed with me. Too cold to sleep alone anyway,” he stood, stretching. She nodded and walked over to him, unable to hold back and hugging him. He held her back, saying nothing even when he felt a few hot tears fall on his shoulder. “You're okay now. Thank you for coming to me,” he whispered to her. She nodded and backed away. Xavier gently wiped her face with his fingers. “Let me change and I'll meet you in bed?” She nodded and they headed to his room. 

Once in something more comfortable, Xavier got into his bed, spooning his girlfriend. He sighed happily, nuzzling into her neck. Y/n felt better. Warm. Being held by the one she loved most, she was able to find rest that night. 

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Zayne 

When the door to his apartment opened, Zayne was greeted by his girlfriend wrapping her arms around him. He was a bit surprised, not expecting her to be there. He hugged her back, not letting go. He always made sure to not let go first, knowing his girlfriend. She struggled to show her affection, so when she did he made sure to not break away early, soaking up all the affection he could from her. Usually, her hugs were brief, but today's wasn't. She held onto him, breathing in his scent. Zayne hesitated for a moment on whether to let go. But decided against it, thinking there must be a reason. “You smell good,” y/n murmured. 

“Is that so? I just got out of a five hour surgery,” he questioned. Maybe she believed she needed a reason to hug him longer than normal because he surely didn't smell good. 

“Oh,” she hesitated, her excuse nullified. 

“Is everything okay?” Zayne softly asked. 

“Yeah, I just,” she hesitated again. “Wanna hold you. I missed you.” 

“I missed you too,” he smiled. “Not that I want to let you go, but what is that smell?” 

“Oh, I cooked you some dinner. I figured you'd be hungry.” 

“You didn't have to do that.” 

“I know,” she replied, breaking away from the hug to look at him and smile. “I just wanted to. I figured we could eat and then watch a movie tonight?” 

“Sounds lovely. Let me go wash up,” he smiled at her before disappearing into his room. Y/n moved to his kitchen, playing the food she had prepared for them. Nothing fancy, but tasty nonetheless. Zayne had returned unnoticed, only making himself known when he wrapped his arms around her, leaning forward to place a kiss on her cheek. The two said nothing, only swaying in the kitchen to unheard music. “The foods gonna get cold,” y/n warned. Zayne sighed, but agreed, releasing her to sit down and eat. 

Zayne has refused to let y/n do the dishes after they had finished. Arguing that she had done so much to prepare it, it was only fair he cleaned up. She eventually listened, going to set up the movie in the living room. He joined her, sitting down next to her and grabbing a side blanket- her favorite. Even though she bought the blanket for him to “liven up his house”, she used it anytime she came over, snuggling into it. When the movie began, Zayne watched as his girlfriend excitedly cuddled up to him, pulling the blanket onto them both. They were quiet for a while, enjoying each other's company and the movie. The movie had slowed, the plot not being very intense. “You know you don't have to do all of this to cuddle with me,” Zayne whispered to her. She nodded, blushing slightly. 

“I know. I wanted to. It somehow makes it easier than outright asking for you to hold me. That still scares me,” she admitted. 

“Well first off, thank you for the dinner and everything. It was very nice. Second, you don't have to say anything or do anything grand. You can just pull me down here to the couch or bed and I'll happily hold you as long as you need. I know you show your love through actions, so I'm not saying to stop doing that. I'm just saying it's not necessary or a prerequisite to physical touch,” he explained. She nodded and looked at him with a smile. 

“I know, promise. It's nice to hear I don't have to get to the point of straight up asking you for what I want though. Maybe one day I'll be brave enough.” 

“And if not, that's okay. I like to think I know you pretty well and can understand your hints no matter how small.” 

“Oh really? Then what do I want right now?” She asked, eyes sparkling.

“A kiss,” he answered simply, leaning in to do just that. When he pulled back, he noticed her face erupted into a cute blush. “Was I wrong?” He asked. She shook her head, embarrassed that he truly had known. No one else had ever paid that much attention to her. “I love you Zayne,” y/n told him. 

“And I love you too.” 

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Caleb 

It was surprising to y/n that she struggled to be “touchy feely” with her current boyfriend. They were childhood friends after all. She was more comfortable with him than anyone, even after everything that happened. Caleb never said anything about it, probably knowing she had this struggle with everyone. He never pushed it either. To him, that's just his girlfriend. She's everything he's ever wanted and more. Sure, she struggles to be a bit vulnerable and come to him for a hug or cuddle or kiss, but that was okay. He was happy to initiate all of that. But for y/n, it was something that made her insecure. In relationships, you were supposed to hug and kiss and sure she and Caleb did, but she never kissed him. She had hugged him plenty of times, but holding his hand and kissing him was another story. She wanted to, of course, they were dating now. But it terrified her for some reason. The judgement from others maybe was part of it, another that for some reason if she initiated anything Caleb would be disgusted with her. She knew it was irrational, but that didn't make it any easier. 

Today was one of the rare days they both had off and Caleb was in town. They had spent most of the day indoors, playing games, ordering food and spending time with each other. But after a while, they got a little stir crazy and decided to head to a nearby park to go on a little walk and then maybe grab some dinner. The sun was out and it overall was a beautiful day. They walked down the path, chatting and messing around with each other. Y/n had run ahead, telling Caleb that he was still the slowest person ever. When he caught up, her heart thumped in her chest, more so due to nerves than the exercise. She tried to be as natural as possible as she grabbed his hand next to hers, holding it and swinging it slightly by her side. She said nothing. She couldn't even look at him, suddenly finding the trees around them to be the most interesting thing she's ever seen. But the flush of her cheeks told a different story. 

When Caleb felt his girlfriend's soft fingers hold his, he thought his heart would combust. He immediately turned to her, to find her blushing and looking away. He was shocked, knowing that this was something that was hard for her. He always said that it was okay she never held his hand out kissed him and he really thought that. But now he wasn't so sure he could go back. “Someones gotten braver,” he commented, making her pout. 

“It's just hand holding,” she muttered, moving their hands in front of them so they could see their hands intertwined. “Oh really? But you've never grabbed mine before,” he reasoned. She dropped their hands back to their sides. 

“Yeah well, a lot has changed,” she shrugged, trying to play it cool. Caleb laughed at her. “I returned almost a year ago and we started dating soon after. And only now you take my hand?” He teased. “Something big must have changed in the past two weeks.” 

“Yep,” she agreed, not breaking her act. “So much has changed that I can even do this.” She suddenly stopped walking and pressed a kiss to his lips. Caleb froze and she took the opportunity to let go of his hand and run away. When he returned to reality, he heard her laughing, his personal favorite song as she ran away from him. “Don't think you can get away with that!” He called after her, running to catch up, a huge grin on his face.

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Playing with your body in non-sexual ways

A.N: This is my first time writing fanfiction. Any feedback is very much appreciated. I hope you enjoy! I have no idea what tags to put here so, just trust me bro. cw: thigh worshipping (zayne), plus-size reader (rafayel).

Xavier

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

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

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

Rafayel

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

Zayne

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sylus

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

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How Do the LADS Boys Sleep?

Warning: no, just soft boys sleeping

AN: Thank you for the ask and the kind words! I decided to do all of the boys so here are some headcanons for how they sleep! (middle pic in banner by @littlestgamer)

Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb

Xavier

He sleeps on his side, curled up against you. He likes to bury his face in your neck and just snooze. If you let him, he'll fall asleep with his head on your chest or stomach. He likes feeling your skin against his.

He tends to sleep very heavily. Sleeping through his alarm every morning kind of heavy. Most mornings you wake him up so that he won't be late to work.

He hardly moves while he's sleeping. He sleeps like the dead.

If you try to get out of bed before he's ready for you to leave, his arm will tighten around you and his brow will furrow. He just needs five more minutes.

Zayne

In all honesty, Zayne's not much of a toucher when he's trying to sleep. On the nights when he manages to get home at a respectable hour, he'll crawl into bed with you and hold you because he missed you so much but in general, he's not really big on cuddling to sleep.

A certified blanket hog. If he wakes up in the middle of the night, he'll cover you with the blanket again but otherwise, don't let him get it or you're not getting it back.

If he eats sugar before bed, he gets nightmares more often. He knows this, you know this. He'll still eat sugar and suffer the consequences.

Once his alarm goes off, he's up and out of bed immediately. You'll wake up half groggy to find him already dressed, coffee for you sitting on the nightstand, and a kiss goodbye to your forehead before he's off to work.

Rafayel

He sleeps on his side while holding your hand. He moves around a lot though so he'll end up in a strange position by morning

He never shuts up so why would be stop talking even in his sleep. Sometimes it's cute things like your name or something silly like arguing with a squid. Other times, he says something like "It's in the corner" and you're terrified for the rest of the night.

He likes to sleep with noise like waves or whale sounds. It reminds him of home and makes him feel more comfortable.

He always whines when he has to get up. He'll let you pull him out of bed but he isn't happy about it. Make him coffee and he'll forgive you.

Sylus

He prefers to sleep on his back with his arm curled around you.

He's a very light sleeper. The slightest movement on your end will wake him up. He usually cracks open a scarlet eye and looks around briefly to assess for any potential threats before he allows himself to drift off again.

He's NOT a morning person. He's a little grumpy when he wakes up.

He gets up when he wants to get up. It's a perk of being the head of his organization. It's not like he can be late to a meeting. The meeting starts when he gets there. He'll order breakfast and stay in bed with you for as long as you want.

Caleb

He can't sleep without you. It's as simple as that. When he goes off on missions, he brings something along with him that smells like you (your underwear. WHO SAID THAT?) so that he can sleep feeling like you're there.

When he is home, he wants to hold you while you both sleep. His arm is around you like a bar and his chest is pressed against your back. If he could absorb you into him, he would. For now, he'll just settle for you curled up against him while you rest.

He's a snorer. Not very loud but definitely snoring. He doesn't get great sleep in general.

He hates having to get up but he'll press multiple kisses into your shoulder before he does. By the time you're awake, he's worked out, fixed up his arm, and made you both breakfast.

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Ordinary Introduction, Wedding Bells

Masterlist Word count: 1.8k Zayne x Fem!Reader

Summary: After seeing his best friend getting married to the love of her life, Zayne can't help but be a little jealous. He never had this feeling before. It's almost like he's longing for someone to love. At the wedding, she introduces him to a colleague who instantly forces him out of his comfort zone. Could this be love?

“Might just be the only picture I ever post and it's not even my own wedding. Thank you @/Millennialgreyhater for being my friend and involving me in the most important moments in your life. It was a true honor to be your best man. I wish you and Sylus the very best and hope I'll get to see you shine for all the years to come. Love, Zayne.” 

Zayne looks at the post he made hours ago again. It was meant to be sweet gesture for a friend, but now it seems his own words are nagging him. "Might just be the only picture I ever post and it's not even my own wedding." 

No, because it is her wedding. Because he has written love off long ago. Because he keeps choosing his career over relationships. Because his work is important. With the insane hours he works, it might as well be impossible to keep a relationship alive. Every girlfriend he's ever had either ends up accusing him of avoiding them, accusing him of cheating, or just bore of spending so little time with him. He's not exactly an exciting man, he knows that very well, but he won't say no when he's asked to do something. However, none of them ever did ask him out. 

Seeing his best friend, the one who always made time for him, get married to the love of her life who quite literally changed his whole life around for her... it makes him jealous. Jealous? No, it is not quite jealousy. It's this strange empty feeling in his chest. Like his heart is there and beating, but there's no warmth inside it. 

It's not an unfamiliar feeling to him. Actually, it is a quite regular feeling for him. But right here, right now, it seems to sting more than usual. Especially seeing his friend dancing with her husband like they haven't been through hell and back together. It's almost as if their love has erased all the problems they've had. 

Realistically, he knows that's not the truth. Zayne knows better than others how much effort it has taken those two to get together again. At moments it has been like pulling teeth, but they made it through because they wanted a future together. It seems a little unfair that they are able to get all of that and he's barely able to get someone who texts him back. 

But the love they share, that is something he wants too. Forgiving, outreaching, helpful, affectionate. Is that too much to ask for? At this point he figures it might as well be. Either way, he's happy for them. Happy enough that it slips out of his eyes and rolls over his cheeks. 

When the song for their first dance ends, she approaches him with outstretched hands, inviting him for a dance. Zayne quickly looks over her shoulder to Sylus, her husband, who gives him a nod. He takes her hand, a warmth spreading through his body. Familial love, a different kind of love but just as appreciated by Zayne. Together, they sway over the dance floor with Sylus’ gentle eyes watching his wife enjoying herself, smiling contently. 

'Zayne, I don't think I can ever thank you enough for all you've done for me, for us,' she tells him as she pulls him closer, overwhelmed by the feelings of the day, 'but still, thank you.' 

'I'd do it a million times to see you happy.' She smiles knowing that he truly means it. Her head lays down on his shoulder and he feels the slightest bit of envy when he looks over at Sylus, who looks proud as can be watching his beautiful wife. The man has it all. Everything Zayne just can't seem to get for himself. Happiness, stability, a partner to rely on. 

The happiness that has been granted to them seems a gift from the gods, truly. He can only hope and pray he'll find something like that for himself someday. 

Just when a strangely green feeling starts spreading in his chest, she lifts her head off his shoulder with a cheeky grin and a glint of mischief in her eyes, 'Remind me to introduce you to one of my colleagues. I think you'll like her.' 

'You must be doctor Zayne.' 

Zayne turns toward the voice, startled by how close it is. He almost jerks back from the person, but then, for a second – just a second – it feels like the air is being punched out of his lungs. The woman standing next to him is positively radiant, shining brighter than the sunset spilling through the sheer curtains hung on the venue's windows. Golden hour could learn a thing or two from you. And then you have the nerve to smile at him, wide and unapologetic, like you know exactly who you are and what you're doing. He feels like he's lighter, floating almost, and that terrifies him. 

'The bride told me a lot about you,' you say, your voice warm and teasing, like you're in on a joke that he's still trying to understand. 

'She did,' he questions, his tone carefully cautious. He's suddenly reminded of the bride's promise to introduce him to someone, to a colleague of hers. Are you... her? You tilt your head, your eyes catching the light, and he feels his stomach drop. 'Are you one of her colleagues?' He tries to sound more casual but fails miserably. 

You nod excitedly, then stop very suddenly, as if to rethink your answer. 'Well, yes and no. I get hired for my serviced every now and then. I'm an artist, but art doesn't always pay the bills, so I also do murals for her company occasionally.' 

An artist? Zayne glanced over at his friend on the dance floor, having fun with her new husband. She's staring at the two of them with the biggest grin on her face, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs-up. He raises an eyebrow at her, a silent question why she would send a woman like you his way. But she just shrugs as if to say, "You're welcome." 

He turns back to you and offers you a polite smile; the kind you'd give a stranger who strikes up a conversation on the subway while you've got your headphones on. 'That's interesting,' he offers, his tone friendly but distant. 

You tilt her head again, this time a little more taunting, a slight frown playing on your eyebrows. 'Interesting,' you repeat, your voice laced with amusement, 'that's all you've got?' 

Zayne feels a flicker of guilt, but he pushes it down. Here he stands with this beautiful radiant woman who is giving him the time of day, but he knows this will go nowhere. No matter how much he likes your smile or the way your eyes seem to see right through him. There is no way you'll be able to forgive that his heart belongs first and foremost to his work. How could you? You don't know him. 

But you're not giving up. You're not walking away. You don't even seem hurt by his cold words. Instead, you almost look like you've been challenged. And it looks like you like a challenge. 

'She told me you can be a little too serious sometimes,' you say, leaning in slightly. It almost sounds like an insult, but there's that same glimmer of mischief in your eyes that he saw in his friend's eyes earlier and your voice sweet as if honey drips right off your words. 

'Did she now?' Zayne replies, crossing his arms. He's not too sure if he's annoyed or intrigued, but there's a good chance that it's both. 

You grin, undeterred. 'She did. And I think she's right.' Then, you pause to study him for a moment. Your eyes run over his whole exterior, looking at the details of his neat, well-fitted suit, inspecting the details of his face. It almost makes him a little nervous. Almost. 'If you could paint your life, what color would it be?' 

The question catches him off guard. It's random, yet thought-provoking, and completely unexpected. Zayne opens his mouth to deflect, to say something safe and noncommittal, to protect himself, but the honesty in her gaze makes him stop in his tracks. 

'Gray,' he admits before he can stop himself. 

You laugh, a bright melodic sound, a heavenly sound that makes something in his chest tighten. 'Gray,' you repeat, shaking your head. 'We'll have to fix that.' 

Zayne blinks, unsure of how to respond. 'Fix it?' 

'Yeah,' you say as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. 'Life's too short to be gray. You need some color. Some... chaos.' The way you look at him implies you mean yourself, as if you're the living embodiment of both. The color part he understands and the chaos part... it's making more and more sense to him with every word spoken between them. 

Zayne can't help but smile a little, just a little. 'Chaos, huh? I'm not sure I'm built for chaos.' 

'Everyone is built for chaos,' you counter, your eyes sparkling with excitement, 'you just have to let yourself enjoy it.' 

Before he can say anything else, you grab his hand, your fingers warm and he notices the colorful stains on them. He imagines they are paint stains of some kind. 'Come on doctor,' you say, tugging him towards the dance floor.  

Zayne hesitates, glancing at the bride once more, who is now watching them with an expression of pure delight. He sighs, knowing he's already lost this battle. She will call him in a few days and pester him about you, begging him to take her out. 

'Alright,' he sighs, letting you pull him into the crowd, 'but I'm warning you, I'm not a good dancer.' 

You grin over her shoulder. 'Good thing I'm not either.' 

And for the first time in what feels like forever, Zayne laughs – really laughs – as they stumble around the dance floor together. You must look like a bunch of children at a school party, but for, what feels like, the first time in his life he doesn't really care. 

When he gets home from the party, he realizes he hasn't even asked your name, nor your number. The whole night feels like a blur, like a happy lucid dream. He was on cloud nine and in a few days he's in a sterile hospital again. Strange how a night like this can feel so different from his everyday life. 

He sighs. At least it'll be a beautiful memory. Just when he wants to get undressed to take a shower, his phone buzzes. 

"Hey, I asked our beautiful bride for your number, I hope you don't mind. What are you doing next Wednesday?" 

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You went for a drive out of the city, and during a coffee stop, you decided to break the news in a creative way. You had "Best Dad Ever" written on his cup.

🧜‍♂️ Rafayel

The drive is calm. For once, Rafayel isn’t dramatically complaining about how boring the scenery is, nor is he blasting music at full volume just to mess with you. Instead, he’s relaxed, one hand draped over the wheel, sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, humming lazily to himself.

You hand him his coffee.

“Mm, thanks, cutie,” he purrs, taking it without looking, already lifting it to his lips—

Sip.

Pause.

His fingers tighten slightly.

Then—

The car swerves.

"RAFAYEL!"

With zero hesitation, he veers off the road and slams the brakes, the car jerking to a sudden, dramatic stop.

"WHAT THE HELL—" you start, gripping the dashboard.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!"

Rafayel is staring at the cup like it just personally betrayed him. His eyes are huge, his fingers clamped so tightly around the cup that you’re genuinely worried it might crack.

He snatches off his sunglasses, turns to you, and—says nothing.

Just breathes heavily.

Like he’s witnessed something cosmic.

You raise an eyebrow. "Something wrong, babe?"

He flips the cup toward you, jabbing at the words printed on the side.

Best Dad Ever.

"Is this a joke?" His voice cracks. “IS THIS A JOKE?!”

You bite back a laugh. "Nope."

His entire body freezes. His brain disconnects from reality.

Then—

He LAUNCHES himself out of the car.

“RAFAYEL, OH MY GOD—”

He starts pacing.

Wildly.

Hand in his hair, fully spiraling.

"I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN!" He throws his arms in the air. "MY GENES ARE TOO POWERFUL—THIS WAS INEVITABLE—"

You lean out the window, exasperated. "Can you—"

"I CAN’T BREATHE—"

"Then inhale through your nose, genius."

"I AM. IT'S NOT ENOUGH."

He stops abruptly. Whips back toward you. Marches over to the car like a man with a mission, plants his hands on the doorframe, and leans in—

"You’re serious?" His voice is deadly quiet now.

You hold his gaze. “I’m serious.”

For a second, he just stares at you.

Then, suddenly—

He laughs.

At first, just a short breath. Then—full giddy, unfiltered joy. He grabs your face, kisses you sloppy and hard, and laughs against your lips like he can’t believe it.

"I KNEW IT!" He pulls back just to yell into the sky. "I AM ABOUT TO CREATE THE MOST GORGEOUS CREATURE IN EXISTENCE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? THIS IS HISTORIC. THIS CHILD WILL BE A CULTURAL ICON—"

You groan. "Rafayel—"

“I HAVE TO DOCUMENT THIS MOMENT.”

"—No."

He’s already reaching for his phone.

"—RAFAYEL, NO—"

"WE NEED A PORTRAIT. A MONUMENT. A SERIES OF LIMITED-EDITION ART PRINTS."

You physically reach over and grab his wrist. "GET BACK IN THE DAMN CAR."

He gasps.

Dramatically.

Hand-on-heart levels of betrayal.

"You wouldn’t deprive me of this joy?"

"I will deprive you of seeing your child if you don’t start driving."

Instantly—he’s back in the car.

Straightens his jacket. Adjusts his hair. Puts on his sunglasses.

"Holy sharks," he breathes, gripping the wheel. "I'm gonna be a dad."

You sigh, finally relaxing. "Yeah, babe. You are."

He exhales slowly.

Then, softer this time, he reaches out, brushing his fingers over your stomach—reverent now.

"You just made me the happiest being alive," he murmurs. His smirk is still there, but his voice is completely serious.

You smile, resting your hand over his. “I know.”

The moment lingers—soft, intimate, perfect.

And then—

A wicked glint flashes in his eyes.

“Ohhh,” he grins, leaning back lazily. “This kid is gonna be a menace.”

You groan. "Rafayel—"

"THEY WILL BE CHAOS INCARNATE."

"Stop—"

"WE HAVE A DYNASTY TO BUILD."

And just like that—your entire future flashes before your eyes.

🖤🐦Sylus

It’s been a quiet drive, Sylus tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, humming along to the music. He’s in a good mood. Relaxed. Smug, as usual, but easygoing.

You hand him his coffee.

He takes it, sips, lets out a pleased little hum—

And then—

The car jerks.

You barely have time to register what happened before he slams on the brakes, throwing an arm across your waist to stop you from lurching forward.

“SYLUS—”

"EXCUSE ME?!"

The wheels screech to a stop on the side of the road. A cloud of dust kicks up behind the car, but Sylus doesn’t even look at it. No—his full, undivided attention is now locked onto the cup in his hand.

He turns it slowly, his crimson eyes glowing as he reads the words again. And again.

Best. Dad. Ever.

He blinks.

Then he grins.

Not just a smirk—a full, wicked, teeth-flashing, Sylus-style grin that immediately puts you on high alert.

“Kitten,” he purrs, tilting his head, voice dangerously low. “Is this what I think it is?”

You cross your arms. “If you think it means I’m pregnant, then yes.”

He lets out a low whistle, tapping the cup against the steering wheel like he cannot believe his luck.

“Oh-ho-ho,” he laughs, running a hand through his silver hair. “Oh, kitten.”

“…Why do you sound like you won something?” you ask, already regretting everything.

He takes another slow sip of coffee, relishing it, before placing the cup deliberately in the holder. Then he turns to you.

And just—stares.

His eyes gleam. His smirk deepens. And then—

“You belong to me now,” he murmurs, voice soaked in satisfaction.

Oh. Oh no.

“Don’t—”

“You were already mine,” he continues, ignoring your protest, fingers tracing slow circles on your knee. “But this? This makes it official.”

You squint. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes, leaning in until his nose barely brushes yours. “You are so trapped.”

Your breath catches.

His lips brush your jaw. Soft. Slow. Dangerous.

“Our baby,” he murmurs against your skin. “My legacy.”

Okay, that makes you snort. “Legacy? Are you serious—”

His fingers tighten on your thigh.

“I never joke about ownership, kitten.”

Your stomach flips. “Sylus, I swear—”

“I am,” he continues, voice so dangerously pleased, “about to be the most unbearable man alive.”

“You already are.”

He chuckles, dark and smooth.

Then, with zero warning, he pulls your seat lever—fully reclines it—and cages you in with both arms.

“SYLUS—”

“You think I’m letting you out of this car without celebrating properly?” His knee presses between yours. His lips hover just over yours. “Oh, kitten.”

A smug, deadly whisper—

“You’re not going anywhere.”

And just like that—you are so. Completely. Screwed.

☃️ Zayne

The drive is quiet, smooth, the hum of the engine steady. Zayne is driving like he does everything else—efficiently, precisely, with absolute control. One hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear shift, his posture effortlessly composed.

You hand him his coffee.

He takes it automatically, barely looking away from the road as he lifts it to his lips.

Then—

The cup stops midair.

His fingers tighten.

His eyes flick down.

The muscles in his jaw shift.

You can see the exact second his mind starts processing.

His lips part slightly. His brows furrow just a fraction.

His eyes scan the words again, like data he needs to verify.

Best Dad Ever.

And just like that—Zayne enters full diagnostic mode.

His pupils dilate. His breathing adjusts. His shoulders tense in micro-movements.

Then, before you can speak, he mutters—

“Seven weeks.”

You blink. “What?”

He doesn’t answer. He’s already calculating. His eyes flick to the dashboard clock—counting back the exact number of days since your last cycle.

“No, wait,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, “six weeks, five days. That lines up better with—”

He cuts himself off, his grip on the wheel adjusting, his mind racing a mile a second.

Then he grabs his phone with one hand and immediately dials a number.

You stare at him. “Zayne, what are you—”

“It’s Doctor Zayne, I need a full prenatal assessment scheduled immediately.”

“What?!”

He ignores you, listening intently. His tone is calm, clipped, entirely professional, as if he’s in the middle of a patient consultation.

“Yes, priority level one.” His fingers tap against the wheel. “Standard screenings plus full genetic panel. I also want a full cardiovascular assessment given her recent—”

“ZAYNE.”

His jaw tightens. He barely spares you a glance, still listening to whoever’s on the other end.

“No, reschedule that for tomorrow, I’ll be overseeing this personally—”

You reach over and end the call.

Silence.

Zayne blinks once, slowly, as if rebooting.

Then he turns his head very carefully toward you.

“…Did you just—”

“Yes.”

His eyelid twitches.

“You,” he says, deadpan, “just ended an emergency medical consultation with one of the most sought-after specialists in the Linkon-city.”

“Yes.”

His lips press together tightly. His nostrils flare just a fraction.

Then—the cracks start showing.

His throat bobs. His fingers flex around the wheel. His chest rises with a sharp inhale—

And then, finally, he breaks.

His entire body sags forward as he presses his forehead to the steering wheel, exhaling shakily.

“…Oh, fuck,” he mutters, voice completely wrecked.

You blink.

He takes another sharp breath, his hands gripping the wheel like he’s stabilizing himself.

“…I was fine,” he says, more to himself than to you.

You stare at him. “No, you weren’t.”

“I was,” he insists, head still against the wheel. “I had a plan. I was handling it.”

You tilt your head. “Handling it like a patient case?”

His fingers flex again. “It’s not the same.”

“Zayne.”

He doesn’t move.

“Zay.”

Nothing.

So you reach out, fingers slipping into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp—

He lets out a breath that absolutely shatters you.

Like something inside him has finally collapsed.

Then—without warning—he turns and kisses you.

It’s not like before. Not calculated, not measured, not careful.

It’s desperate.

Like he needs to feel you, needs to know you’re here, with him, real.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head.

“I can’t…” He exhales slowly. “I can’t lose control of this.”

Your chest tightens. “You don’t have to control everything, Zayne.”

His hand slips down, pressing gently against your stomach. His fingers splay, warm and reverent.

“…You’re right.” His voice is quieter now.

Another pause.

Then—

A tiny, breathless laugh escapes him.

You raise an eyebrow. “What?”

His eyes flick to yours, golden-green and impossibly soft.

“…I’m going to be a dad.”

You smile. “Yeah, you are.”

Another shaky exhale. Then, a full-blown smile—rare, genuine, warm.

“…Shit.” He laughs again, shaking his head. “I should’ve seen this coming.”

You grin. “Should I be concerned that you can predict organ failure before it happens, but not this?”

His hand tightens just slightly over your stomach. His smirk is smaller now, more sincere.

“No,” he murmurs. “Because this—”

He leans in, lips brushing just over your temple.

“This is the best surprise I’ve ever had.”

🍎 Caleb

It’s a perfect drive—at least, for now. The sun is low, stretching golden light across the road, and Caleb is relaxed, one hand on the wheel, the other lazily resting on the armrest. He’s humming to himself, terribly off-key, completely endearing, and utterly oblivious to the bomb you’re about to drop on him.

You hand him his coffee.

“Thanks, pip-squeak,” he murmurs, taking it automatically, his eyes still on the road.

He takes a sip.

Then—

He stops.

His hand tightens around the cup.

His posture locks up.

And just like that, you realize you’ve made a terrible mistake.

The car swerves.

“CALEB!”

With military precision, he pulls over so hard the tires skid, shifts into park, and slams the brakes.

He doesn’t move.

He doesn’t breathe.

You barely have time to process before he whirls toward you, holding up the cup like it’s an explosive device.

“WHAT. IS. THIS?!”

You blink. “Uh. Coffee?”

His eye twitches. His chest rises in one sharp inhale.

Then—his voice drops to a whisper.

“…Are you messing with me right now?”

Your lips twitch. “Nope.”

Silence.

Pure, deafening silence.

Then—

His entire soul leaves his body.

He throws the door open, jumps out of the car, and immediately crouches down with his hands on his knees.

You watch in real time as a fully grown man has a complete emotional crisis on the side of the road.

"OH FUCK. OH FUCK. OH FUCK."

“CALEB, GET BACK IN THE CAR.”

"I NEED A SECOND."

“You’re going to get hit by—”

"I NEED A FUCKING SECOND."

You drop your head into your hands as he rakes his fingers through his hair, muttering to himself like he’s trying to process the meaning of life.

Then—abruptly—he stops.

Stands up straight. Spins to face you.

“…How long?”

You hesitate. “Caleb—”

“HOW LONG?!”

You sigh. “A few weeks.”

His jaw clenches. His eyes dart down, scanning you, like he’s only just now realizing that oh shit, you’re actually pregnant.

Then—he yanks open the car door, sits back down, and buckles his seatbelt like it personally wronged him.

You blink. “…Are you okay?”

“No,” he admits immediately.

He exhales sharply, presses his hands to his face, and just—

Whimpers.

Not dramatically. Not in distress. Just the most overwhelmed, overjoyed, short-circuited noise you’ve ever heard come out of him.

Then, suddenly—he laughs.

Not just any laugh—a helpless, breathless, disbelieving laugh.

“Oh, fuck.” He drags a hand down his face, his grin growing. “Oh, fuck. We’re having a baby.”

You grin back. “Yeah, we are.”

He turns to you, and something changes.

The panic is still there—but beneath it? Something warm. Something so impossibly, devastatingly soft.

Then—he moves.

His hand presses to your stomach.

Just rests there.

Like he’s afraid to push too hard, afraid to shatter this moment.

His throat bobs. His fingers spread slightly.

And then, his voice—softer than you’ve ever heard it—

“…That’s our baby.”

You nod.

His eyes flicker. His entire body tenses.

Then, without warning—

You are no longer sitting.

You yelp as he hauls you into his lap, wrapping both arms around you and crushing you against his chest.

“CALEB—”

“NOPE.” His voice is muffled into your shoulder. “I NEED THIS. GIVE ME THIS. RIGHT NOW.”

You laugh. “You’re squishing me—”

"YOU’RE PREGNANT WITH MY BABY AND I HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS EMOTIONALLY, THANK YOU."

You let him have it.

For a long moment, he just holds you. His breath is shaky, his grip tight, like he’s trying to memorize every second of this before it slips away.

Then—he shifts slightly.

A deep breath. A pause.

Then, suddenly—

His grip tightens, and he leans back just enough to look at you dead in the eyes.

“…Okay but—what about me?”

You blink. “What?”

His ears start going red.

“I mean,” he clears his throat, gaze darting anywhere but your face now, “what about… you know.”

You smirk. “I don’t know. Clarify.”

He groans, tilting his head back against the seat. “Pip-squeak, come on.”

You hum, trailing your fingers over his shoulders, down his chest. “Ohh. You mean—”

"YES." His grip tightens on your hips. "What happens now? Do I just—" He gestures vaguely between you. "Forget about it? Nine months of nothing?"

You shrug innocently. “Well. There are other ways…”

He freezes.

His eyes darken. His jaw clenches. His fingers twitch.

“…Other ways.”

You nod. “Mhm.”

He stares. Processing.

Then, suddenly—

He grabs the steering wheel with both hands, stares straight ahead, and shifts into drive.

“Okay.”

You snort. “That’s it?”

“I have to drive us home. Immediately.” His voice is far too serious. “This is now a time-sensitive situation.”

You laugh. “Caleb, you are so—”

He shoots you a warning look, eyes still burning. “Do not finish that sentence unless you want me to pull over again.”

You grin wickedly. “And then what?”

His grip tightens on the wheel.

Then, low and dark—

“…Don’t test me, pip-squeak.”

And just like that—

You have created a monster.

☀️ Xavier

The drive is smooth, effortless. Xavier handles the car the way he handles everything else—calmly, efficiently, like he’s already three steps ahead of reality. The road stretches endlessly ahead, the soft hum of the engine filling the silence between you.

You hand him his coffee.

“Thank you, love,” he murmurs, taking it without looking, perfectly composed, as always.

He lifts it to his lips, takes a sip—

Then stops.

His fingers tighten slightly around the cup.

You watch as his eyes flick down to the message.

Best Dad Ever.

For a moment, he doesn’t react. Doesn’t tense, doesn’t flinch. Just…observes.

Then, with deliberate ease, he tilts his head slightly in your direction.

“…Very funny.”

You blink. “Excuse me?”

He gestures toward the cup, lips twitching in amusement. “You can’t fool me, princess. I know you too well.”

He takes another slow sip, entirely unbothered.

“This is a joke,” he continues, matter-of-factly. “You wanted to see if I’d panic. Clever, but predictable.”

You hum thoughtfully. “Oh, yeah? What makes you so sure?”

His smirk grows. “Because if it were real, you’d be significantly worse at hiding your anticipation.”

You tilt your head. “Mm. Maybe.”

He chuckles softly, shaking his head as he shifts his focus back to the road. “You’ll have to do better than this next time.”

You shrug, lifting your own coffee to your lips.

He barely glances at it.

Then—he does a double take.

His brows furrow. His body stiffens slightly.

You see it—the moment the wheels in his head start turning. The moment his brain connects the dots.

Best Mom Ever.

Of twins.

There is a pause. A deep, soul-crushing pause.

Then, slowly, very slowly, he takes one more sip of coffee.

And immediately chokes on it.

He coughs once, hard, sharp. His grip on the wheel tightens so fast his knuckles go white.

And then—he does the single most terrifying thing he has ever done in his entire existence.

He slowly eases his foot off the gas pedal.

Not jerking the car. Not slamming the brakes. Just gradually reducing speed with surgical precision.

His eyes are locked straight ahead, unblinking.

The car glides toward the shoulder of the road in complete, deafening silence.

Then, in eerie, methodical movements,

He puts the car in park.

Takes off his seatbelt.

Reaches over.

And plucks your coffee out of your hands.

You blink. “Xavier?”

He says nothing.

Instead, he places both cups onto the dashboard.

Adjusts them. Lines them up perfectly so that the words are directly facing him.

Then—

He stares.

At the cups.

At the words.

At his entire future.

Silence.

Then, very quietly—

“…Twins.”

His throat bobs.

His hand comes up and presses against his temple.

Another beat of pure silence.

Then—

He laughs.

A single breathless, helpless laugh.

Then another.

And another.

Until suddenly—

He dissolves into a full-blown existential breakdown.

His entire body tips forward, forehead pressing against the steering wheel.

“Twins.” His voice is muffled, bordering on delirious. “I—twins. Two. There are two.”

You bite your lip. “There will be, yeah.”

He lets out a sound that is neither human nor machine.

Then, slowly—he lifts his head again.

His eyes are unfocused, like he’s calculating probabilities of survival in real-time.

Then—

His head turns toward you.

And you swear you see actual panic.

“How,” he exhales, voice quiet, shaky, “do we own two of something when we never needed to own one?”

You blink. “Xav, what—?”

He gestures vaguely at the cups.

“How do we prepare for twins if we were never prepared for a singular baby?”

You open your mouth—

"WE DON'T EVEN HAVE TWO OF THE SAME PILLOW."

You freeze. “What.”

He gestures more aggressively now, looking absolutely unhinged.

“OUR BED.” He waves toward the back seat. “THE PILLOWS. THEY’RE DIFFERENT. HOW DID WE GET TWO DIFFERENT PILLOWS? HOW DID I LET THIS HAPPEN?”

You stare at him.

“You’re spiraling.”

“I AM LOGICALLY PROCESSING THE GRAVITY OF OUR SITUATION.”

“Xavier.”

He inhales. Exhales.

Then, softer now, more real, more raw—

“…We’re going to have twins.”

You nod.

His shoulders drop. His eyes soften.

Then—before you can react, he reaches out, pulls you into his lap, and buries his face into your neck.

For a long moment, he just holds you.

No overthinking. No calculations.

Just you.

When he finally speaks, his voice is low, warm, unshaken.

“…I am never going to recover from this information.”

You laugh softly. “You will.”

He leans back just enough to meet your eyes. And finally—finally—his lips curve into a small, exhausted smile.

“…They’re going to be terrifyingly intelligent.”

You snicker. “Oh, for sure.”

“And devastatingly attractive.”

“Obviously.”

He hums. “I will be insufferable.”

“You already are.”

His arms tighten around you, his lips brushing your forehead.

“…I’m going to be a father of twins.”

“You are.”

“…That’s the most terrifying thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

You grin. “You’ll be fine.”

Another pause.

Then—

A mischievous glint sparks in his eyes.

“…Twins, you said?”

You narrow your eyes. “Yes?”

His smirk returns, sharper this time.

“So.” He tilts his head. “Shall we test for a third?”

You shove him so hard the car rocks slightly. ****** More stories here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Aleksa_Tia

[dirtylilspawn]

Cʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ Sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ

Summary: Playing with different varieties of chocolates with the LADS boys.

Warnings: 18+ content, NSFW, smut, fem!reader, food play, blowjob, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v, nipple play, lots of licking, heavy making out, choking, spanking, public spaces, grinding, begging, alcohol, some use of evol, edging, orgasm denial, praise, degrading, cream pie

A/N: Wanted this posted on Valentines Day, but whatever, enjoy some food! <3

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ZAYNE - Ice cream Play

It all started with a spoon and a pint of chocolate ice cream.

He should've have known you were up to no good, giving him his Valentine's Day gift. That mischievous yet beautiful smile grazing your lips in a subtle manner. He should have known better.

It was another year of Valentine's Day, another year spending it together as boyfriend and girlfriend. Last year Zayne had treated you like a princess, with a nice romantic dinner, gifting you your favorite flowers. All before strolling through the night town, heading over to his place for a blissful midnight. But it seems this year doctor Zayne was a bit busy this day, as so were you with your hunter duties. It disappointed you a bit knowing you wouldn't spend the full day with him, and Zayne knew this. Knowing he'd probably be working a late shift and not spend the night with you. So, the both of you figured out your schedules wondering what time the two of you would be the freest.

"I managed to get us two hours, come around at my office at six-thirty." He says as you agreed to this offer, already having enough free time during the late afternoon.

So, with the information in hand you came to his office with good takeout food for dinner, and your sweet treat. Knowing that you had two hours with him, you decided to take advantage of it, having as much fun with him as you can.

It all started out tame.

You are knocking and walking up to Zayne's desk earlier than expected. Bag full of delicious food from a favorite restaurant you both liked. Zayne being the one step ahead man he is, giving you your favorite bouquet of flowers. The two of you decided to dine in the hospital cafeteria, eating your food and conversing with your lover. Paying attention to the small subtle ways he shows his affection in public, making your heart swoon. While you complained about your time being limited; it made him roll his eyes at your childish behavior. But he felt the same way deep down, promising you that

So, he questions how in the world did he found himself in this situation.

"Haah...aah."

"Mm...taste so sweet~"

You'd appeared to be sitting on his lap. Zayne's white dress shirt and tie were gone, draped across his desk, the only thing he had on was half of his black pants. As well as his rectangular glasses, that cutely tipped sideways on his face a bit. The man's eyes clench as well as his hands the gripped against your bare thighs. His face had a red hue gracing his pale features, as you were enjoying yourself. Enjoying yourself, by slowly tracing the cool edge of the spoon against his pectoral chest and nipples. A scoop of chocolate ice cream on the silverware as trails of cold melted ice cream decorated his skin.

All the while your pants were gone on the desk as well, as his pants were slightly pulled down his to his thighs with his briefs. Zayne's cock was throbbing hard inside your warm cunt. Feeling the tight walls clamp down on him, squeezing him. You could feel him twitching heavily inside, as you cock warmed him. It's been a good few minutes since you sat on his shaft, without a trace of moving on him. And the more he waited, the more he got needier, desperate. Watching as you played with him using that damn ice cream of yours.

With each trail of the melted dessert left behind, your lips were always near, licking up the delectable treat slowly. Teasing Zayne, as you watch his composure slips into a downward spiral. His stoic features melting just as the ice cream, soft and embarrassed yet aroused as he opens his eyes looking down. His green eyes staring into your [E/C] eyes, half lidded and needy.

"It's always a game with you, isn't it?"

Couldn't help but chuckle at that question, nipping a bit of his chest, giving him a hickie right next to his nipple. He gasps as his gaze narrowed; you could see his glasses fogging a bit making you chuckle even more.

"-Ngh- must you always find new ways of teasing me?"

You smiled sweetly up at him giving him kisses up to his collarbone, neck, until you kissed his plush lips briefly. "Yes, because I know you love it when I get you worked up like this."

A small huff was made by Zayne.

"You...are very irritating love..."

A small breathless laugh at your words, "What? I thought my doctor could handle it." You chimed.

Zayne grunts when he feels your hips move around. His hands still placed on your thighs, squeezing the flesh. He watches how you move to get scoop another scoop of ice cream that sat on his desk. Turning towards him once again smiling at him seductively. Your left hand made its way you his cheek, fingertips tracing his jawline down to his chin. His heart picks up in his chest watching as you cup cheek with your hands. Your thumb running circles against his cheekbones before going down to the bottom of his lip.

You softly run your thumb along his bottom lip. An inhale drawls in as he closes his eyes, leaning more into your touch. His ears were tinted red making you swoon at how adorable and vulnerable your boyfriend was. Showing you this site of him that no one would get to see but you. It was so sensual, and all you wanted to do was ravish this man whole. So did Zayne as he thinks in his mind. Hands pulling you closer into his body then you already are. Massaging your ass, as the fat spills between his fingers, wanting more.

The hand that held the spoon was suddenly brought up close to Zayne's lips, playfully grazing the cool chocolate cream on his lips as if it was lipstick. He hums before opening his mouth slightly, taking in the sweet bitter treat. His tongue peaks out to kick his lips clean, that was until you met his lips, diving deep into a kiss he wasn't prepared. But he wasn't complaining as Zayne kisses you back, both of you tasting each other, tongues rubbing against one another.

Your inner self chuckles inside you mind. The lingering though on how you got your boyfriend to have sex with you in such a public space. Though it was still in his closed office, there could still be people walking by, listening to the tantalizing moans a sweet whisper.

You knew your boyfriend was not much of a pda person. A very stoic calm man, who rarely shows his affections outwardly towards anyone. Only doing so if it was needed. But with you, it seemed like all those icy walls have melted away when it came to you. It made you feel very special, special indeed to get the famous Dr. Zayne to become a shivering mess underneath you. To have him grasping at your body with so much desperation and longing.

He wouldn't never admit it, but he to loves how you get him to act all defiant. Take him out of his timely schedule and spontaneously do something. And he was not the spontaneous type of man. He'd be lying to say the thrill of someone knocking at that door, the potential of getting caught, sent his heart racing.

Eyes closed as you wrap and arms around his neck pulling his head closer, kissing him with so much easier passion. Feeling your own neediness get the better of you as you walls trembled with desire. Wanting to move along his dick, plunging yourself over and over again just so the impending wave of your orgasm can come crashing down. Your hand that held the spoon dropped with the sharp thud on the floor, but both of you were to occupied with each other. You fingers threaded through his raven locks, gripping and pulling his head back a bit causing the man to grunt.

"It appears I'm not the only one clinging for release." Zayne whispers in between kisses, soft yet desperate at the same time. Not hiding his needs from you. You can feel the way his cool breath hits your neck, as he pressed light kisses. Sending chills and goosebumps along your skin. His hands wandered your body all the way up to you back before going down your thighs. As if he was slowly coaxing you to just give in and stop with the damn teasing. Because the feeling was mutual, and he was just a desperate to rail into your cunt as you were for him to take you as his.

"[Y/N] please, I need you, I need more of you..."

You let out a whimper, you head leaning into his neck as your arms were draped over his shoulders. You couldn't take much more of this, so your hips start to move swirling his harden dick inside your insides. Zayne groans from this as you continued with this motion. You circled your hips grinding hard on him; you would've raised your hips and bounced on his cock, but you didn't trust yourself in doing so. As your legs were so weak and numb due to the intense cock warming session.

Reading your inner dilemma, Zayne's hands reached to grip your ass tightly. Taking charge as he raises your hips, using his own strength, before slamming you back down upon him. He repeats this action until he's got the rhythm down, fiercely pounding you with much speed. Punching the sensitive cervix of yours with his tip. It was so deep inside your walls that he was so close to breaching into your cervical and start womb fucking you.

It sent you you overboard.

"Fuck, Z-Zayne...so much!"

Nails digged into his shoulder blades, as heavy pants leaved your mouth. You try not to moan so much, not wanting anyone outside the office to hear your pleasure. But it was getting more and more harder to contain them with each thrust up Zayne immitted. It was as if he wanted to make you scream throughout his office, as if this was on purpose.

"You -hah- are, very troublesome." He grunts into your ear, desperately trying to get your hunters top off you. Unbuttoning your white dress shirt, making it sag off your own shoulders. His lips find your collarbone, grazing down to your breast cleavage.

"Getting me so worked up, knowing I'd have to go back to work soon. Knowing that I would be thinking of you all through the night."

Your head leans back, as you bite your lip holding in a whine.

"You always drive me crazy."

"Nngh...I-I'm sorry." You playfully apologize only for him to give you a little nip to your neck with a sharp thrust into your core.

"No, you're not. Take responsibility."

Zayne growls dangerously before thrusting up more into your pussy. You could hear the dirty squelching of your wetness, as it dripped down your thighs, coating his dick. The loud slaps of his thighs hitting your ass. You could also hear the groans leaving your boyfriend as he holds you tightly into his arms. Feeling the rise of your orgasm come to play, your abdomen squeezing as well as your walls around his cock.

"Fuck...I'm not going to last long..." He hisses, as his right hand comes down to your crotch. His thumb targeting your sensitive clit, pressing onto the nub and rubbing it harshly. It made your cry out; you weren't gonna last long either.

"I-I'm gonna cum...c-cuming..!"

"Cum for me love, I want you to cum with me."

It takes about three more thrusts before you came around his dick, your moans were instantly covered by his mouth. As he kisses you passionately, swallowing your breaths and moans. You were glad he did, fearing your orgasm would make you scream throughout the hospital. Making anyone around his office hear your debauched sounds.

It wasn't long before Zayne had come as well; letting your cunt milk his cock dry, taking in his seed.

It was so hot, and his tip kept squirting out load after load inside you. It felt never ending as you road through with your intense orgasm, your body shaking with post orgasmic bliss. The both of you break away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you lips before breaking away, as you lean into each other's embrace. There was silence as the only thing heard was your rapid breaths trying to calm each other down. Your head was laying on his shoulder, breath hitting his neck. Zayne's arms were wrapped around your waist, one hand rubbing your back in comfort as he enjoys your warmth. His shaft softening inside you.

"Am I forgiven?"

Zayne turns his head to see your goofy smile that stretched your lips. His heart can't help but clench at how beautiful you are, letting a soft smile curl his mouth.

"For now, but let's save that for tomorrow so you can get a taste of your own medicine."

Your own heart skipped a beat heart his low tone of voice. Knowing exactly what he meant by his words.

Guess you should by more chocolate ice cream.

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RAFAYEL - Body Chocolates

"Well, this is definitely a site to behold and marvel."

You could only roll your eyes at Rafayel, humming a low groan as you had held a heart-shaped piece of chocolate between your teeth and lips.

You couldn't even move your body. Your body was adoring red silk ribbons that your boyfriend gladly tied against your beautiful naked [S/C] skin. Your wrists were up above your head with a nice bow; these ribbons were stretched down circling your neck, tracing to your breasts and stomach. All the way down as they wrapped around both your legs. Not only that, but Rafayel had also placed small heart-shaped chocolates scattered along your body, making you look like some inappropriate human sized valentine's gift.

One was in your mouth of course as a gag, two carefully placed on your nipples. Using his evol, Rafayel made the two chocolates melt over your areola. There was also one on your lower pelvis, close to your already aroused pussy. He had you laying there on the cold floor of his heart studio, the large window still showing the light of the warm sun.

"I outdid myself...you look absolutely beautiful darling. A perfect Valentine's Day gift just for me~" Rafayel smirks down, he was still wearing his inside comfort clothes, loose white shirt that was tucked into his black pants.

You would of retort back to him but all that came out was a low grunt. Which made him chuckle in amusement. Seeing the annoyed look on your face. He kneels down close to your head, using his hand to squish your cheeks playfully. "What's with that look, isn't my gift happy presenting herself to me on this wonderful holiday?" His tone was mocking.

You give him a series a hums, causing him to smirk even more. Knowing that your muffled hums were just witty retorts to his sarcastic mockery.

Placing two hands besides your head, he leans down close to your own lips that help the chocolate heart. It was starting to melt against your mouth, but it was soon solved by Rafayel. He opens his mouth ajar, taking in the sweet and your lips, kissing you gently. You moan feeling his tongue already intrude your mouth, as the both of you swirled you tongues around the chocolate and each other. It was hot, sticky, and very much sloppy, you could feel the drool roll down the side of your cheek slowly. All while the chocolate got smaller and smaller, until Rafayel pulled away with the rest of the candy eating it with much joy. There was a bit of saliva sticking to his chin, but he quickly licked it off using his tongue. You yourself swallowed the contents of melted chocolate yourself, all breathless as you stared up at him. Still annoyed and turned on at the same time.

"I can't believe I agreed to this..." You mumbled turning your gaze away from his.

Rafayel only pouts from your response, "You said you'd do anything for me?"

"Yeah, anything as in a normal gift you give to your partner."

"Shut up, this is normal!"

"Yeah, whatever you say...pervert~."

You watch as he grumbles under his breath, it made you chuckle with the roll of your eye. It was always a cute yet funny moment seeing him act like a childish brat whenever you teased him. Banter like this was pretty much normal between the two of you.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted once Rafayel nip your left breast causing you to gasp from the sudden pleasure. The melted chocolate heart that was placed on top of your nipple jumped a bit, a skinny strand of chocolate slowly curving down your plush mound. It made Rafayel eyes trail over, looking at the delicious treat with hunger in his eyes.

"You say that, but you're the one who agreed it...pervert~"

Heat rises on your cheeks, hearing he low seductive tone of voice that made your stomach flip. It made you look away for a moment, this only made the male chuckle. His head leans closer towards your ear; your breath hitched as you felt the heat of his breath hit the edge of your ear, lips grazing softly.

"Stay still for me, okay princess?"

It wasn't a question, and just more of a demand.

But obediently you nod, seeing his lips curl into a smile as he slowly lowers himself closer to your breasts. Sticking his tongue out, he takes a long slow lick across your areola. Gathering up all the sweet bitter mess into his mouth, while flicking your sensitive bud. Your eyes closed as your teeth bit the bottom of your lip. Holding in a moan that came out as a low groan through your throat. Rafayel could notice this already, you are holding your moans in a bit of defiance, he already took it in a challenge.

His head moves over to your right breast the wave covered in chocolate, using the same tactic. Licking up the chocolate along with your nipple teasingly. All before his mouth enclosed around your bud, suckling strongly with a pull. His left hand gripped onto your other mound, squeezing your tit.

Your hands tied above your head grasp at nothing but air, chest heaving as you were now biting the inside of your mouth. Any more biting and you feared you would draw blood. Your hips were tempted to wiggle, feeling the stinging arousal swirl below your privates. The cool air touching your pussy, making it more agonizing. The chocolate heart the way placed upon your pelvis sending some sort of warmth just from it touching your skin. It caused you to slowly wiggle your ass against the cool floor, which made Rafayel quickly bite your nipple playfully.

You moaned of course, completely taken off guard from the bite. He looked at you with only a mocking smile, letting your nipple go from his teeth.

"Told you to stay still cutie."

"Hah...it's hard to when you keep teasing me damn it..."

"Aww poor thing~"

Rafayel coos, his tone still mocking, as your eyes narrowed at him. His warm hand glides up and down your stomach, fingertips tickling your sides, causing you to shake. Not knowing whether to moan or laugh at the sensation you were feeling. And your boyfriend could see your troubled dilemma etched on your face. It was all too adorable to him; his own self-restraint falling as he wanted to eat you up. But he wasn't yet done with teasing you yet, no he was far from done.

He looks down in between your thighs to see your dripping cunt. Your sweet essence glistening with the glowing light of the sun. Added with the dripping chocolate candy slowly trailing down your lower pelvis. The chocolate trail so close to touching your needy clit. "I guess it's time to dig into my gift."

He says this, all while his body gets between your ribbon covered thighs. Rafayel lays onto his stomach, his strong hands and forearms holding your thighs apart, showing all of your delicious glory. He could see how you hole was clenching over nothing; it made his own throb underneath his pants.

His only to kiss up your inner thigh, dangerously close to your cunt making you whine pathetically.

"Please, Raf...please~" You moaned out to him

"Don't worry princess, I got you."

Rafayel whispers out as he then gives your cunt a slow lick up. Your back suddenly arches as your thighs quiver, but Rafayel keeps your grounded with his arms. He continues to lick your pussy, watching as the trail of chocolate that was on your pelvis stains your clitoris. Taking this opportunity, he eats up all the chocolate, licking it all over your pelvis before going down to your clit. His lips wrapping itself around it, sucking harshly on the sensitive genital.

Your limbs stretch, as your head leans back with pleasure. The bondage was so frustrating, as all you wanted to do was run your fingers through Rafayel's violet hair. Encase his head with your thighs, but it was impossible to do so.

The male painters face was now completely buried in your cunt. His senses all filled with you and only you as he ate you out. Eyes closed with desperate groans leaving his throat, thrusting his tongue into your aching hole. His nose pressed against your clit, intentionally shaking his head to stimulate you even more. Anyone who would see him now would think that he was a starved man.

He could feel his cock press uncomfortably in his pants, crushed against the marble floor where he grinds himself repeatedly. Thrusting into the floor with so much hungry arousal. He could cum just from this alone.

"-Mmm- fuck baby you taste so good."

"Ngh fuck...I-I'm gonna!"

"Is my baby going to cum already, that's okay, cum for me...shit make a mess for me."

His words enticed you more and more, his words vibrating around your cunt, as his skillful tongue curls inside you. Tears prick your eyes, as your hands were making fists, holding onto each other tightly.

Rafayel could feel you were getting close just by your moans. Your body shaking for relief as he assaulted your leaking pussy. To pull you even closer, he removed his right hand from your holding your thigh. Gathering your slick as lube, using two fingers he plunges into your gummy walls making you cry out loud from the sudden intrusion.

In an instant his index and middle finger viciously thrusts your hole. Curling, pressing, and prodding against your walls stirring your insides. All while his mouth was around your clit.

"Aah Raf! N-No I...I can't!" You babble out, eyes rolling back.

"Give it to me baby, I want it so much. No I need it!"

It didn't take long before Rafayel watches you unravel before him. Your back arching deliciously, as he could feel your walls clenching tightly along his fingers. Your moans high pitched, as they echoed in his studio.

Your orgasm came crashing down like a wave, your pussy squirting more of your sweet cum. Rafayel didn't hesitate to drink it all up, moaning heavily as his grinds his crotch on the floor. His own orgasm coming through as well. His load shooting into his briefs, making a sticky mess inside. He continues to thrust hid two fingers inside, prolonging your orgasm until you become sensitive, causing you to whine.

He stops, taking out his fingers to give them a good lick. His hair was messy, as his chin held some essence of your fluid. Rafayel gets back on his knees, his eyes scanning over your body. Your chest rising up and down trying to catch your breath. Eyes glazed and lidded, with the quick jump spasms that happen every five seconds.

You looked absolutely divine.

He would take a mental picture and paint you just like this. A big canvas where he could stare at it all day. It would never meet the public's eyes, because it would be for his eyes only.

Once you calmed down, Rafayel goes back to your lips and kisses you deeply. You could taste yourself and the hint of chocolate on his lips and tongue. Once he pulled away the mischievous glint in his eyes came right back, making your heart skip once more.

"I'm guessing, you're not gonna untie me?"

"Nope, we are far from over cutie."

Yeah, it was going to be a long day.

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XAVIER - Syrupy Kiss

"You trust me?"

Was the first thing that came out of your mouth as you straddled Xavier on the couch. Holding up a jet-black blindfold in front of his eyes. Xavier looked up at you with soft blue eyes, his thumbs circling along your hips. You already knew what he was going to say, but you wanted to just make sure and ask if it was alright.

"Every single day angel."

He smiles gently, as you do as well, your body filling up with confidence due to his words. You give him a brief kiss before placing the blindfold right over his eyes. Helping him to adjust to his face. You lean back admiring his submissive compliance, his back against the couch cushions, his naked body on display for you alone. As you were only in a white lacey bra and panties.

This Valentine's Day, you had asked your ash-blonde boyfriend a very suggestive question that's been burning the back of your mind recently.

You wanted to take charge in the bedroom.

Most of your sexual relationship was Xavier was usually him taking the leadership role, every time you gotten intimate. But for a few months, you've been wanting to switch the roles a bit. Wanting to experiment and experience for a moment what it would be like to be the dominate role. So, with some inner coaching to yourself, and one embarrassing talk later, Xavier said yes to your big request. Honestly it didn't really take much for him to accept it, as he was willing to try anything with you. He was happy as long as he was close to you. And, he had to admit it to himself, the image of you taking charge of his body sent a whole wave a new pleasure he couldn't wait to dig deeper into.

And so here you are, straddling the male with a sweet smile. Seeing him so pliant and ready for your instructions.

Your lips meet his again kissing him innocently at first. Xavier of course leans into this, kissing you back with much eagerness. Your left hand slowly caresses up his chest, brushing over his nipple that sent a shudder within Xavier. A small whine hitting your lips making you smirk from the reaction.

Your other right hand makes its way down to the floor, to grab a medium size brown bottle of chocolate syrup. It was Valentine's Day; you figured you might as well give your boyfriend a sweet treat while you're dominating him. With that said you pull away from the kiss, your hand now caressing his cheek, thumb running along his bottom lip.

"Stick your tongue out for me baby~"

The tip of his ears is red, as he lets out a soft exhale from your words. He slowly but surely opens his mouth slightly ajar to let his tongue slide out. It was definitely a sight to see, made you wish you had your phone to capture this beautiful scene. Without hesitation you uncap the top of the bottle, using your fingers, raising and tilting the towards Xavier's tongue. Angling the nozzle so you had a good shot inside.

You then squeeze the chocolate syrup bottle, as streams of thick globs of syrup land on his tongue. This caused the light hunter to gasp, his hands squeezing your hips a bit all before relaxing quickly. Immediately, getting the taste of the sweet fluid flooding his taste buds. You didn't pour a lot to get him choking on the stuff, but you did squeeze enough to have the syrup slowly run down the sides of his mouth. Running down along his chin.

Without wasting a second, your hand placed the bottle back down onto the floor. As you quickly grabbed both of Xavier's cheeks and decided to suck on his tongue. Your whole mouth encasing his appendage, while the man just took it, letting you eat the chocolate that stained his tongue.

It felt so dirty and sloppy, but boy was he enjoying himself so much. And so were you. The cute guttural moans, the sweet syrup mixed with saliva dripping down both of your chins, some dropping along his chest and abdomen. It was all so much. You hand clawed the back of Xavier's blonde hair, gripping some of his locks between your fingers. It made his moan pathetically, as you deeply kissed him. You tongue ravaging his entire mouth, getting rid of all the lingering syrup that stayed in his mouth. You noticed how his semi-hard cock, was now fully erected and slapping against your lower stomach. It looked very much in need to be touched, a white pearl of cum seeping out the tip, staining your white panties. You couldn't help but to grind down hard against him.

"Nngh... [Y-Y/N]..." Xavier stutters out with raspy breaths. His moans were music to your ears.

You then pulled away from his lips, making him gasp and try to chase your runaway lips. You giggle at this action, watching his flustered-self breathing heavily. The blindfold only made his other senses more sensitive and alert.

"Doing all right bun?"

You kissed his cheek, calling him by his sweet nickname. Xavier only takes a gulp trying to calm his own heartbeat down.

"Y-Yes...please don't stop."

He begs you, and who were you to deny your darling boyfriend his needs.

You mouth trails to his neck, giving kissing and bites all the way down to his chest. Licking up the mixed mess that spilled on to his pecs, you even teased his own nipples, using your mouth and tongue, while you hand toys with the other. The man tenses up his abs, his teeth biting the bottom of his lip. He feels you go down and down his body, sensing how your body maneuvers its way off of his lap, and kneeling right between his legs. Honestly, he's trying really hard not to become too excited for what was about to happen. But you could tell from his throbbing shaft that he was indeed excited and ready to be touched.

Running a hand along his thigh, you leaned closer to his dick. He was bigger than normal guys you've slept with, and it made your mouth water wanting to get taste of him.

With a cheeky smile you grabbed the chocolate syrup bottle into your hand once again, uncapping the lid. You begin to lightly pour a small amount onto his cock, swirling the syrup around like a spiral, as if you were decorating a tasting dessert. You could see Xavier twitch at with every drop of the chocolate, willing himself to stay still. When done, you placed the bottle down only to stare at his tempting dick. It was dripping with syrup and his own pre-cum, sliding all the way down his shaft, down to his plush balls. It literally looked like something from a porno, which made your own cunt pulse with arousal.

"God, you look so pretty for me~"

Xavier blushes from the compliment, his cheeks and ears flushed. He felt both of your hands spread his thighs even more open. Getting yourself situated closer to his dick. "Can't let this tasty treat go to waste." You purred.

You stick your tongue out and start from the bottom, licking up the chocolate that started down to his balls, till you were up to his tip. This made Xavier involuntary jerk his body and waist a bit, head thrown back on the couch. You continue to do this motion three more times, licking up his balls and shaft like they were a lollipop. You even went down to his balls to suckle them harshly, baby boy was in blissful torment as you could hear the low whines and moans escaping his mouth.

His hands reaching for you, whether it be your head or face, but you quickly used one of your hands to grasp his, pinning one down.

"No bunny, keep those hands down."

"I'm...I'm sorry i-it's just...-hah- please I need...."

You couldn't help the big smile on your face, seeing Xavier so out of it. Not being able to form full sentences. It was absolutely adorable, you could only imagine what his eyes would look like. Maybe they glazed with lust, maybe there were shining with tears, edging to just roll down his cheeks.

"Tell me what you want baby."

Xavier swallows a wad of saliva stuck in his throat, as his head turns to the side for a moment. As if he was collecting his thoughts, thinking of what to say.

"Your mouth, I-I need your mouth angel."

It didn't really take much long before you had your whole mouth going down on his cock.

Your eyes were still on him watching this pretty blonde jerk and moan from your touches. Tongue gliding over his prominent veins, his messy dick coated with your saliva, cum, and the chocolate syrup. The taste was heavenly the sweet and salty complementing just well together as you lapped up everything.

It was a very addicting, and his expressions plus moans were just the cherry on top. Was this what Xavier thought whenever he had you a moaning mess beneath him. Oh, you prayed that this wasn't just a one-time deal, that you get to see this gorgeous side of him more.

Xavier's body was spasming all over. He couldn't control his body anymore, letting you take control over him. His right hand was still holding yours, fingers intertwined with one another. He tries not to squeeze much against your hand, only reserving that to his left hand, that was gripping the couch cushion for his dear life. As if the thought of letting go would make him go crazy and lose control. It was all so much, and his brain couldn't handle your mouth and throat deep throating his dick so tantalizing.

"Fuck..! Ah...gonna cum~"

His orgasm was coming as he was right at the precipice of the cliff. So, imagine his surprise as you mouth was immediately take away from his dick, your hand squeezing the base tightly stopping his chance of an orgasm. A soft desperate cry could be heard from him, as Xavier's chest heavied, he can feel the sting of tears in his eyes.

"N-No wait no...[Y/N] please don't, I need you."

You lick you lips with a hum seeing him already beg so sweetly without you telling him to. Seeing him so ruined and needy sent you so much pleasure, you felt your panties get sticky with your own slick.

"Mm how can I say no to my bunny~"

You coo your words, not having the heart to edge him for so long. You figured he might go crazy if you didn't get him off soon. So, without hesitation, you take you hand off him before your mouth goes back deep throating him. Xavier's head his thrown back as he whispers 'thank you' over and over to you. You hand squeezes his thighs, slowly running up till your palm was right over his stomach. It rubbed small circles around and around his clenched abdomen, sending a warm comfort to the man. As if you were telling him to let go, and cum in your mouth.

And it was just enough to reach his orgasm. His hips buckle into your mouth, as load after load filled your mouth, while Xavier lets out a low moan. His cum was a lot, it filled up your mouth, rolling down your throat. You did your best to swallow every remnant of his sweet cum. Your right hand that was on his stomach even went down to his balls to fondle and squeeze them. Prolonging his orgasm to gather as much cum as you can wring out of him, and Xavier whimpers well to this. His body jerking and shaking, a glow of sweat illuminating his body. Once the loads stopped, you could her him whine from overstimulation, his cock very sensitive at the moment. You swallow the last drops before removing yourself.

You look at his spent cock, before looking back up to see the male visibly shaken. He was breathing heavily, his head tilt to the side as he tries to maintain himself.

You went to straddle Xavier again, your hands making their way to take off the blindfold off of his face. And once you did, your heart instantly skipped a beat. His cheeks were beyond flushed red including his ears. His eyes narrowed softly as his blue irises shined with tears, pricking the sides. His mouth agape as his stared at you with so much love that it could make any girl swoon. All that came out of his was a low whisper of your name, and a gentle smile on his lips.

Your hands cupped his cheeks gently, rubbing his cheekbones with your thumbs. your face inches closer as your kiss the invading tears that threaten to spill over.

"Good boy~"

Xavier hums, letting out a sigh. His arms wrapped around you once more, burying his face into your neck. You could feel his lips and nose graze your shoulder as he nuzzles you closely.

"Did I do good for my lady?"

"Of course, you were perfect...but..."

Xavier stiffens a bit as he pulled back to look at you with those big doe eyes of his, confused yet excited. He can see the devious smirk on your lips, and before he knows anything else, he's pushed onto his back. A gasp leaving his lips as he looks up at you, heart beating in his chest wildly.

He saw you take off your bra and panties, now fully naked as him. You straddle him, you pussy inching closer and closer to his head.

"Your lady needs to be serviced, I hope you don't mind. I'm just not done with you yet." You grinned down at him.

Xavier could only grin back with a mischievous smile of his own, his two hands wandering up your plush thighs. Bringing your closer as you straddled his head.

"Of course, my lady, whatever you want~"

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SYLUS - Strawberry Love

Valentines Day with Sylus is anything but extravagant with this man.

No matter how many times you tell this man to not go overboard on this one day, he just doesn't seem to listen. Taking in your words in one ear, right before exiting the other. But those arguments were only minor as you had no room to complain, given that you enjoy it when Sylus spoiled you.

And he knew this. He loves spoiling you, and this was just another excuse to do so.

Here he has you in one of his private luxurious estates, on top a balcony where a large pool and jacuzzi resided. There were roses everywhere, even the petals that floated on the clear blue water of the pools. There was food, wine, and a great night view of the city. It was very much romantic.

Both you and Sylus were in the bubbling jacuzzi.

Your back was towards him as you were seated against his lap. His arms were wrapped around your bare mid-section, his hands teasing up and down your stomach, close to your new [F/C] bathing suit that he just bought you. You relax in his hold though, eyes closed, as the tempered water engulfs the two you in a warm embrace. His hand then makes its way to tilt your chin, making you angle your head to look into his ruby eyes. Sylus smirks, caressing your chin with his thumb, close to your bottom lip.

"Enjoying yourself dove?"

Your [E/C] eyes looked up at him, analyzing his face. You could see some droplets of water drip down the side of his head. His white hair wet, and his cheeks giving a pink hue to his pale feature. Probably due to the wine the both of you consumed as you two were tipsy. You then roll your eyes, as you turn your face away from his with a small pout on your lips.

"Eh, not so much.."

Sylus eyebrow quirked at your playful tone, already playing along with you and your stubbornness. His smirk doesn't disappear nor falter as he stares at the back of your hair that was tied in a bun.

"Oh, why so? Here I thought I did a good job."

"I'm just a hard to please woman is all, it's not your fault. Don't beat yourself up on it though, maybe you can do better next time."

All you can hear is the deep rumble of a chuckle exiting Sylus. His chest vibrating against you back sending chills down your spine. Of course, what you were saying was a lie and he knows this information already. This man will do and say anything just to catch you off guard. Pushing the boundaries to gain any kind of reaction from you.

You can feel his strong hand that was on your thigh start to squeeze against your flesh. His fingers tracing along your inner thighs, close to the lining of your bathing suit. You let out a steady breath, your lip biting as he teases the edges of your bottoms. Using his fingers to stretch the fabric up tightly. The part covering your pussy rubbed harshly onto your cunt, rubbing against your clit. This caused you to whimper out a moan at the tight feeling, your head shaking to the side and your eyes narrowed.

"Sylus."

"Yes kitten~"

He's mocking you at it drives you crazy just as much as the teasing he inflicted. He continues to grip the top of your bottoms stretching the fabric, making it press tightly into your pussy. Your hips start to grind desperately, wanting more friction and stimulation. You can feel the bulge underneath your ass start to grow, it only sent more arousal to your stomach.

"Are you sure you're not enjoying yourself enjoying yourself? Your hips are grinding as if you're in heat~"

"S-Shut up..!"

He only laughs at this as he continues to tease you more and more. Your eyes must have been closed because you didn't notice Sylus using his evol to bring the left-over dessert you had with your meal. Two bowls filled with strawberries and melted milk chocolate; he sets them down on the edge near the jacuzzi. All you knew was when you opened your eyes, Sylus had presented you with a strawberry dripped in chocolate right in front of your face. A finger his pressed against your clothed pussy making your back arch, head falling back against his chest.

"Open wide kitten~"

Feeling heat rise to your cheeks you hesitantly open your mouth for him. He smiles as he lowers the strawberry to your mouth, feeding you. Your take a bite of the chocolate strawberry, moaning from the sweet taste. The ripeness of the strawberry spilled its sweet juices into your mouth, rolling down your tongue and mouth, as well as some chocolate that stack to the side of your mouth. You were to occupied by the dessert to even notice that Sylus had slipped his hand down your bathing suit, two fingers running up and down your slick.

Your eyes wide, before going half-lidded feeling his longer fingers run up on your folds. your head was tilted against his chest, so your eyes could see his own face smiling down at you. You wanted to beg him to just finger you already, or to just fuck you, but the stubbornness in your chest refused to give in so easily. It made you forget to eat the strawberry, which made his press the rest of the teat to your lips.

"Finish it."

Your lips pursed but to as he commands as you open your mouth to finish of strawberry till you were at the green stem.

"That's my good girl."

You stomach flipped at the compliment, but not as much as your suddenly felt on of his finger prod against your hole, before suddenly plunging itself inside you. You cry out a moan, your walls clenching around his finger tightly making him curse under his breath. Sylus pumps his middle finger inside, feeling you hot walls with the pad of his fingertips. Tracing along the sensitive areas, he did this until he pushed a second finger in, his ring finger.

You gasp at the tight but pleasurable feeling, your hip buckling up with every pump he made inside. You were so in the zone that you didn't notice that Sylus fixed another chocolate strawberry before you. You whine as you didn't hesitate to take it into your mouth, sweetness filling your taste buds, chocolate staining your lips as if it was lip gloss. All while the white-haired male pumped his two fingers inside you deliciously fast, working you up and up your orgasm. Sylus could only groan a low growl from his throat, watching your face contort as his fingers ruin your cunt. He wasn't even inside you yet and you were already pathetic for him. He could feel you ass hump against his lap, grinding on his bulge where he groans in your ear.

Once you were done with the strawberry, Sylus threw the stem away for his hands to close around your throat. Pulling your closely so your lips would meet. Once he had you, he licked and taste your sweet lips, cleaning the spilled chocolate the stuck to your chin or mouth. His tongue already finding a home inside your mouth, dominating every space inside. All your tongue could do was glide against his, staying submissive. His hard gaze made your body week, as he stared with you, his ruby eyes glowering at you with lust. The heat of the water didn't help you all, as everything felt so dizzy and light. As if any moment if you weren't careful, you might pass out.

Sylus then pulls away, both his fingers and his lips. This made you whine, lips pouting at the audacity of this man to stop just when you were about to cum. Your even underneath the water, you could still feel your slick stick to your folds.

The man gives a brief small kiss on your lips, chuckling at your adorable pout. You were a very such an insatiable little bird.

"Enjoying yourself now dove, it's okay to admit your true feelings."

He says this half mocking, but also with true sincerity. But you, still having a little fight left, decided on not giving in just yet.

Not just yet.

"I-It could be better..." You breathed out too him, a sly smirk to your face.

Sylus looks at you before his eyes closed, shaking his head with another laugh escaping him.

"You really are hard to please sweetheart."

You quickly squeeze your entire cunt with his palm causing you to moan out again. He gets himself another chocolate strawberry only this time, eating it himself with one bite, not taking your eyes off yours. You could tell that you were in a world wind of trouble jut from that look. After throwing the stem away his arms immediately wrapped themselves underneath your thighs, spreading you wide open for him. You gasp from this of course, eyes wide as your heart hammered in your chest.

His own swim trucks were pulled down a bit, showing off his hard erect cock. It slapped against your pussy making your moan softly. His shaft ran along your folds, pressing against your clit on purpose.

"I guess I need to try even harder~" Sylus groans into your ear, biting playfully on the edges. Your hands hold onto his biceps to brace yourself and brace yourself you did. Because as soon as he said that he thrusts his cock all the way inside your tight pussy. No mercy, no hesitation. The pleasure outdid the stinging pain from the stretch of his huge cock, in fact only amplified the inscribable pleasure you were feeling. Sylus pumps dangerously fast inside your gummy walls, hic dick hitting every sensitive nerve.

"Sylus fuck! T-To fast aah~!"

Sylus only grunts, as he pounds your cunt with no intensions of stopping his pace. the water splashed and moved with every thrust he sent. Your breasts kept bouncing, held only by you swim top, but you feared your top wouldn't last long due to the violent thrusts Sylus made. The water that kept entering every time he pulled out felt so weird yet filling at the same time.

"Such a dirty kitten for me -nngh- moaning so loudly for me. I wonder if anyone can hear you screams from up here?"

The thought alone of someone hearing your pleasured screams made you feel all the more embarrassed. You could finally hear yourself being so loud and free, it made you bite your own lip. Your hand coming up to your mouth to cover, muffling your own moans, much to the displeasure of your boyfriend.

He growls leaning his head to your neck before biting your collarbone hard, his sharp canines digging into your skin. You figured that bite would leave a temporary mark later on. The pain mixed with pleasure made cry, your hand faltering down. You. Then to your surprise Sylus had got up from the seat inside the jacuzzi, standing in the middle of the circular pool. He was putting you in a full nelson position. You were handing on by just his strong arms alone, his hands securely holding up your thighs. Sylus being the tall man his is, the water only reached around his waist, while you were fully out of the tub. His large cock reach to your cervix, pressing against the bundle of nerves.

"Don't you dare hold in your moans from me."

He groans in your ear, as he then starts up the thrusts, this time his tip punching your cervix repeatedly over and over again. Your eyes roll back, mouth hanging open as your tongue was lolling out a bit. You felt as though your mind was going to go crazy, your body shaking with each thrust up to your quivering cunt.

"That's it lose yourself on my cock darling, tell me how good you feel~"

You couldn't hold back anymore, your mind already going blank dumb with lust.

"Feel...feel so goood~! M'so much...your -aah- cock so goood~!"

Sylus chuckles at your delirious slurs, moaning up a storm for him. All so cock drunk for him.

"Shit, so tight! Such a good girl for me huh beautiful? So good and pliant for me to use."

"Yes, yes~!"

Your eyes closed tightly as you obediently agree with him. His dirty talk making your pussy clench around him. Sylus starts to speed up his pace brutally causing you to start babble nonsense. You back arching off his chest, head thrown back. You could hear the water splashing beneath you, and the faint sound of your slick pussy getting pummeled by his dick. Your orgasm was coming, riding on the edges, and your walls start to get tighter. Sylus knew you were getting close to your end.

"-Ngh- You gonna cum for me sweetheart, should even let you?"

The thought of Sylus not giving you the pleasure of release made your eyes tear up. Globs of tears rolling down your cheeks, messy your face.

"N-No please...please let me..."

"After all that stuff you said about not enjoying this...fuck I don't know kitten~"

You shake your head immediately, your nails digging into his forearms tightly.

"No...I didn't -aagh- mean it! Please Sy...please let me cum, I enjoy it! So...so much, I love it~!"

Sylus smirks at your desperate begs to let you cum, and he'll allow you to do so, as the merciful person he is. Your cute tears and cries were just too hard to ignore. He kisses the bite marks on your shoulder, giving your cheek a sweet kiss as well.

"Alright then baby, cum for me now."

It didn't take long, as a few more thrusts up to your cunt sent a full body orgasm crashing down. It was so overwhelming and amazing at the same time. Your pussy clenches hard around Sylus, as your squirt heavily. Your juices coating his thick cock as he continues to plunge himself deep inside your pussy, bully the tip of his dick against your cervix. Your eyes were rolled back as your struggled to contain the loud cry that erupted you. Soon Sylus had came as well, his creamy load shooting deep inside your sensitive cunt. Filling you up so full, some even leaking out from your entrance. He grunts and groans between your neck and shoulder, eyes closed tight as he lets your pussy squeezes him dry.

Sylus thrusts slow down before stopping, sensing how over stimulated your body was. You were twitching, especially your thighs he held in his hands. He didn't realize how tightly he was holding them; a bruise was liking to form.

Slowly he takes his cock out of your pussy, leaving your shudder at the lost feeling of his dick. Sylus sits back down into the tub, adjusting your body so that you were now cradled in his lap. His big hand caressing your back, as his other hand was underneath your knees, patting your thighs. You breathing gets more calmer, as you stare up at him, resting along his chest. He looks at you with a sweet smile to his lips, giving you a kiss to your forehead before kissing your lips as well. You moan kissing him back, your hand coming up to place against his cheek to pull him even more.

Sylus pulls away as a sly grin sets on his lips.

"Not so hard to please now are you?"

You pout, playfully pushing his head to the side. Your eyes narrowed, as your cheeks heated.

"Shut up."

Yeah, you were a sucker when Sylus spoiled you.

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CALEB - Messy Frosting

Okay so it wasn't supposed to end up like this.

You and Caleb wanted to spend Valentines Day at home, cooking together a big meal. A meal that included a simple chocolate cake recipe.

Caleb, being the playful ass he is, decided why not pull a prank while he's whisking the chocolate frosting in the bowl. While you were pouring the cake batter inside the circular tin base. Why not take the whisk covered in frosting and suddenly splatter chocolate frosting along your face. Partially covering your nose and cheek, making a bigger mess then he intentionally wanted it. Honestly, he just wanted a little bloop on your nose.

Why not ignite a war, because obviously you saw this as a vicious attack. Giving him the same treatment, as you quickly grab the whisk in his hand before he could even apologize. Making a mess all over his face, aiming for his eye, and lips, creating a big splatter.

It wasn't long until the two of you were throwing frosting all over the place. Striking and wrestling each other, until the point where you were all covered head to toe with chocolate frosting. Both of you panting heavily, clothes ruined, hair a wreck, looking at each other with competitive and yet annoyed energy at one another. But there was also another energy that was lingering in the air, a very strong lustful energy that pulled the two of you in each other's arms quickly. Your arms wrapped around each other tightly, hands racking up and down your bodies, your lips heated as you kiss each other so passionately. Clothes were thrown away to God knows where, stuff clattered against the floor from off the counter tops.

It was all very intense.

Caleb had you up sat against the kitchen counter, fully naked and bare for him. He was situated between your thighs, finger teasing against your already soaked pussy. His thumb rubbing along your sensitive clit, circling it viciously slow yet hard. Your pussy was beyond drenched at this point, so it was easy to slide as many fingers as he can.

You on the other hand, had your right hand teasing his dick. Your hand jerking his hard cock, giving him squeezes to his base. Going even more down to fondle his balls. He was also naked as well, head buried into your neck licking the delicious frosting off your skin, that coated a good proportion around your body. All while Caleb had the same situation, the frosting covering majority of his abs and chest, some along his back cheeks. Which you would grateful lick up, giving him little kisses and licks along his his neck.

"Fucking slut, getting me so work up like this." He groans into your ear, making you whine as you felt one of his fingers prod at your entrance. It swirled around inside touching every sensitive spot he can abuse. He even put in a second fingers, curling the two inside, causing you body to spasm.

His pre-cum coats his length making for great lube, as your pump his cock up and down. The two of you were at this silent game of who would cum first for a good moment. You and Caleb not really giving up because of both your stubbornness and competitive nature to win. But it led to a very agonizing game, where the both of you were edging each other to the limit, denying each other's orgasms, and over stimulating the hell of one another. It took and toll on your wills, and it showed very well.

You both wanted to fuck each other so badly. You wanted him to plunge his cock into your weeping hole, it was leaking so badly, making a small puddle between your legs. And Caleb, he wanted to bury his cock so deep inside to the hilt, coming loads into your cunt till it made a bulge in your stomach. But again, the both of you refused to lose, so this game continued to last for a long while. The two of you trembling, embracing each other.

"Asshole...mm...you started t-this."

You report back, as you hand and fingers squeezing along his base especially his tip. Whiched caused Caleb to hiss. His hand was steadying himself on the counter top in front of him. Doing his best not to cum at the spot from your wonderful handjob.

For that comment he pinched your clit, and it took every fiber of your body to hold in your impending orgasm. Your head leaned back, tears pricking your eyes as you felt like you were gonna lose yourself. Your thumb runs across the slit of his tip causing Caleb to shiver too, the both of you holding in your release, not wanting to give up and lose.

This gave Caleb the initiative to lower his head to your breasts, taking one of your buds into his mouth. His lips sucking and teething against your perky nipple. He uses his other hand that was not on your pussy, to push you down on the messy counter.

You gasp glaring up at him, "Not fair!"

"Like you were ever fair with me pipsqueak."

He smirks evilly back at you. You groan, as you could feel your resolve slip farther and father, getting harder to not cum from his teasing. But you continue to tease him immensely, brushing you fingers alive his thick cock, tracing each vein with your thumb. You can here the sloppy sounds of his cum covered dick as you massaged it. The sounds causing your cheeks to heat up, the dirty and naughty feeling of his pulsing cock making you whine a bit. Caleb catches onto it quickly.

Caleb raises from your tit to look at your face, "Having some trouble there baby?" he mocks.

You glare up at him, as you start to pump his cock faster. The lewd wet sounds getting even more louder than before. Caleb moans, head turnt down as he himself falters at the new pace. He looks down at you seeing the sly grin on your face, you hand never stopping as you looked him in the eye.

"I should say the same thing, baby~" you mocked him, and it made Caleb growl. Getting even more determined just to have you cum underneath him.

He decids to place three long fingers inside your cunt, curling them around your tight walls, the sickening sweet and wet squelches echoing throughout the kitchen. You didn't say anything only your eyes glowering at him with annoyance from the cheap move. But also a desperate moan wanting to break out of you, you lips biting to hold it down. Heart pounding and body getting tired just from holding in your orgasm so much. You watch as he takes his left hand and scoops up some frosting he found staining your lower abdomen. He brings his two fingers in front of your face, bring them close to your lips.

"Suck."

You look at his fingers before moving your head away with a pout to your lips. Not giving him the satisfaction of obeying his words. Caleb smirks at this, a dark chuckle rumbling his chest.

"What, too good for me now."

You didn't say anything, not giving him any answer, but your face was suddenly turning back to his fingers. Your mouth opening up without your consent. He was using his gravity evol to make you suck his chocolate covered fingers. It made you wiggle and glare at him, wanting to call him a cheater, but he soon shuts all those thoughts off once his fingers were inside. At first you resisted, but due to how desperately horny you were, you suckle the sweetness off his fingers. Your eyes glazing over as you can feel our guard start to slowly falter. You hand that was stroking his dick even faltered and he noticed, instantly taking advantage.

"Jeez, such a brat~"

Before you know it, Caleb had taken his three fingers out of your cunt. Bringing them to his lips to suck of the delectable slick of yours. Once he was done, he made a harsh slap to your pussy with the palm of his hand. A shock wave going throughout your body like electricity.

Your eyes widened, and with your guard down you came just as quickly. Your pussy squirting your juices all over his hand, as you moaned around his two fingers eyes rolling, back arching.

When your orgasm calmed down, Caleb took his finger from out your mouth. Heavy breath came forth from you as you stared up at him with such disbelief, as he stared back with a vicorious smile.

"I won."

"Y-You cheat! I can't believe you!"

"Believe it pipsqueak, though I didn't take you for such a sore loser."

"Only when my opponent won't play fair you jer-"

You couldn't get to the last of your sentence as Caleb quickly flips you over. Pinning you to the counter on your stomach, your legs hanging off with your ass in the air. He lands a hard smack to your ass causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure. his hands manhandling your ass in his hands, watching how the squishy flesh spill from between his fingers.

"Ah c'mon, don't worry your pretty head over that. I know how to make it all better~"

His strong hands spread your ass, giving a sexy view from behind, your wet pulsing pussy just begging for him to ruin.

He gets on his knees real quick, using his tongue to lap up your juices. His grip on your ass never lights, he only kneads it in his hands, groans as it shakes in his hands. His nose buried in you heat, sucking on your folds and clit. Running his tongue along you ass that was also covered with frosting. The sweetness only adding flavor to your delicious pussy. This shuts up all your arguments, as you enjoy pleasure of his tongue ravaging your hole. His hot breath fanning over making you squim. It was not enough though, you needed him inside you right now. You wiggle your ass, whining his name.

"Caleb...please~"

Caleb only chuckles, pulling away from you. His lips stained with your slick.

"Shh, I got you baby."

He gets up from behind you, places his throbbing cock in between your ass cheek. Running along your dripping slick and asshole making you shiver and moan. He was debating in his mind whether or not he should take you ass or pussy in that moment. But he decided to go with you pussy, knowing you were desperate to be filled.

His tip pokes at your hole before slowly entering, until he was all the way inside. The big stretch made you whine and cry with so much relief and pleasure, finally being filled with your boyfriend's thick shaft. Tears stream down your cheek as you grasp on the counter, your cheek pressing against it. Caleb wasn't doing much better as he stayed inside you for a bit, his orgasm already tipping off the cliff. His groans are shaky, cum filling you up making you whimper out pitiful moans.

Caleb breaths through his nose, hands gripping your waist tightly, eyes closed, staying still inside you while he finishes. His dick was still hard, and he wasted no time fucking you silly. Using your hips to pull you back onto him, as he thrusts up as well creating loud smacks against your ass. This makes you moan effortlessly, throughout your home, letting Caleb use your body like you were his personal fleshlight.

The room was filled with grunts, moans, and repeated smacks of his pelvis meeting your ass. With each thrust your ass flesh rippled making Caleb groan to himself from how hot you were.

"Fuck, your pussy was made for my babe.." Caleb moans.

His hand came down to slap your rear again, over and over till you were crying pretty tears. Your moans slurring his name like a prayer. His dick feeling so amazing inside your cunt, he was so deep inside that you felt as if he was rearranging your guts.

"-Aah- Caleeeb...s'good ngh~!"

"Aw, am I fucking my pretty girl dumb~"

Caleb's hair was matted against his forehead, sweat heading down his neck. His purple eyes watching over your back, drunk off your own pussy, that he might as well be dumb as well. The over stimulation fucked with both of your brains. He sees a streak of chocolate frosting grazing your back and immediately leans in to lick it all clean. His tongue sliding all the way till it reaches your shoulder blade. Caleb's chest was pressed up onto you back adding weight that felt very much comforting.

His left hand went to grip the roots of your hair tightly, pushing your head onto the kitchen counter, all while his right hand intertwined with your own hand, holding onto it tightly. His hips continued to move fast, dick stretching out your dripping walls that streamed down your inner thighs.

His eyes were closed as his teeth gritted, head low against your neck. He could feel his second orgasm start to rise up on him, and the feeling of your walls clenching around him suggested that you weren't far along.

"Shit you're getting tighter! Is my baby gonna cum for me huh?"

You couldn't reply back, your words slurring unintelligible nonsense. Drool dripped down the side of your mouth, as your cheeks were messy from the relentless tears that spilled down your face. Caleb groans at the sight, loving how he can reduce you to such a dirty mess. Using his hand on your hair he grips it, using it as leverage, pulling your head back making your gasp.

"I can't hear ya babe. Are -thrust- you gonna -thrust- cum -thrust- for me -thrust-!?"

Each word sending a hard thrust to your core sending your eyes to roll back. Your breasts were grinding against the cold counter, harden nipples pressing.

"Yes~! Fuck...-aagh- m'cuming...cuming~!"

You babble out those words as your second orgasm comes crashing through your body. You let out such a pornographic moan that Caleb soon came with you as well. Your pussy was tight against his thick cock, squirting violently between your legs. Caleb cock continues to pound into your cunt, sloppy and erratic, pushing his load deep inside you. It filled you up so much that it set a hot comfort sensation in your lower stomach. Both of your bodies shake, as Caleb thrusts get slower before stopping all together.

The only thing that could be heard was the unsteady breaths that came from the both of you. Caleb rests against your back for a moment, his hand on your hair turning your face so he can kiss you deeply. You moan, kissing in back exhausted. You can feel his dick softening inside you and Caleb pulls himself out with a shudder.

Your boyfriend moves away, his rough hands smoothing over your hips and ass, watching your pussy and it pushed out globs of his white creamy cum. Honestly, if the two of you weren't so over stimulated and tired, he would have gone a third round, because the site of his cum dripping out of you was so sexy. Welp, maybe later in the day he thought to himself. Caleb takes his fingers and gathers up the pouring cum, only to push it back inside you. You bite your lips, thighs quivering at the feeling of his fingers inside you.

"Can't let anything go to waste, right pipsqueak~?"

You grumble with the roll of your eyes, your gaze catching the site of the messy kitchen. Everything looked as if bakery exploded inside. There was chocolate frosting all over the place, and it would be a pain cleaning up all this. You sighed leaning you head back onto the counter, eye es closed in defeat. Defeat over the kitchen, and defeat over the embarrassing win your boyfriend acquired. At the moment there was a bit of shame, but it quickly went away from you got your awaiting orgasm, it felt like it went on forever.

"The kitchen's a mess."

Caleb hums as he looks around the kitchen himself, with a smile nod of his head. He laughs, embarrassed himself, running a hand through his messy dark brown locks.

"Well...that's what happens when you start a food war [YN]."

"You're the one who started it!"

"Aw c'mon, I apologized!"

"No, you didn't!"

Guess you weren't going to have any dessert for the evening.

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[creative-frequency]

Piggyback Rides with Them

Headcanons incl. all LIs

Sylus

At the Onychinus base, you half-seriously complain about being too tired to move from the couch to bed; the couch is too comfy and your feet ache after the long night.

“Just say the word and I’ll carry you to bed, sweetie.”

Sylus doesn’t do piggyback rides so bridal style it is.

If you ask nicely – or complain some more – he will provide a massage for your aching feet, too.

When he says he will carry you to bed, he means it literally, and there will be no leaving any time soon.

Caleb

When you complain that your feet are starting to ache at the end of the day spent at the zoo, Caleb won’t wait for another word.

“You should’ve said earlier that your feet were starting to hurt. C’mon, pip-squeak. Hop on.”

He uses his Evol to hoist you up and swiftly pulls you against his back.

It’s a familiar manoeuvre to you both since he used to carry you like this when you were kids.

Caleb will make extra sure to point out the similarities between you and the koalas you saw earlier to tease you.

Rafayel

You’re on your usual evening stroll at the Whitesand Bay beach, collecting shells and chatting about everything and nothing.

Rafayel will tell you to hop on when you start yawning. It’s barely half past eight in the evening so you’re not allowed to fall asleep yet.

He will suddenly run into the waves as you scream and laugh on his back.

Soaked but energized by the cool seawater, he helps you down only to spin you around in his arms.

“Whew. Since you stopped yawning and I carried you, it’s your turn to carry me now, cutie.”

Xavier

You take a tumble on a routine mission with Xavier, and the pain makes you visibly jolt when you try to get up.

Xavier will adamantly forbid you from taking a step, instead offering a piggyback ride back to the vehicle.

When you later ask why he didn’t just teleport you both back to the vehicle, he’ll be hard-pressed for an answer.

It will take a good amount of enticing and promises that you won’t laugh at his reason, whatever it may be.

“I had never given you a piggyback ride so I wanted to try it.”

Zayne

Wearing those new shoes for a date night at the museum and a dinner probably wasn’t your brightest idea. But hey, at least you looked really stylish.

Your primary care physician ends up diagnosing you with blisters at the end of the tour.

Since the restaurant isn’t far, a taxi feels unnecessary – but fortunately, Zayne is nothing if not chivalrous.

“Should I give you a piggyback ride since you can’t walk?”

You instantly and eagerly agree to the unexpectedly playful offer, so Zayne can’t back down. He will huff out a chuckle and tell you to hop on.

[meinii]

“boy dad Zayne”

summary: you and Zayne had a son whose personality is just like his dad’s ໒꒰ྀི ´͈ ᵕ  `͈ ꒱ྀི১

content: fluff, a baby!

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the first time Zayne held him, he thought, he’s too small

too small for his hands, too small for this world

but when those tiny fingers grasped his own—tight, insistent, unyielding—Zayne realized something

this boy, his son, would be just as stubborn as him

—

“dada,” a small voice whispered

Zayne turned from his desk to see his son standing at the doorway, brown hair a tousled mess, big, familiar eyes blinking up at him

“mama’s in the kitchen” the boy continued, lowering his voice like they were discussing classified information

Zayne smirked, already knowing where this was going “is she?”

his son nodded, stepping closer “we should go now”

“are you sure?”

“yes,” the boy said, looking so serious it was almost comical “before she comes back”

Zayne sighed, pretending to consider. then he stood, holding his hand out

his son took it instantly

together, they moved silently through the house, past the living room, past the dining table—until they reached their destination

the kitchen.

“I’ll get the chocolates,” Zayne murmured, already reaching for the highest shelf “you go for the cookies.”

his son nodded, moving quickly, barely making a sound

Zayne had to bite back a smile. he really is just like me

“got them!” the boy whispered excitedly, holding up the stolen sweets

“good,” Zayne said, grabbing the chocolate bars “now let’s—”

“what do you two think you’re doing?”

they froze

slowly, Zayne turned to see you standing at the doorway, arms crossed, lips pressed into a firm line

his son immediately hid the cookies behind his back

Zayne, however, simply sighed “you weren’t supposed to be back yet”

“and you weren’t supposed to be stealing sweets before dinner” you shot back, giving them both the look

Zayne exhaled, exchanging a glance with his son

“we’re in trouble” the boy muttered

“very” Zayne confirmed

you stepped forward, taking the chocolates from his hands and the cookies from your son’s

“no more sweets,” you said firmly

“especially you” you added, flicking Zayne’s forehead

he smirked “I don’t know what you mean. I was just following my son’s lead”

“oh, so now it’s his fault?” you huffed

Zayne bent down, ruffling the boy’s hair “we’re in this together, aren’t we?”

his son grinned “yeah!”

you sighed, shaking your head “I swear, raising you both is exhausting”

“but you love us” Zayne teased

you rolled your eyes “unfortunately.”

—

when you got sick, they took it very seriously

Zayne didn’t leave your side, making sure you had everything you needed

his son, however, took it a step further

“mama, drink your tea” he ordered, standing beside the bed with his little hands on his hips

you smiled weakly “I will, sweetheart”

“now” he insisted

Zayne smirked, sitting beside you “you heard him”

you sighed but took a sip “happy?”

your son nodded, satisfied

“good,” he said “because dada and I have a plan.”

you raised a brow “a plan?”

Zayne crossed his arms “we’re making sure you rest properly. no getting up, no working, and definitely no sneaking out of bed”

you groaned “I’m not that sick”

“you are,” your son said, climbing onto the bed “and dada says you have to listen to the doctor”

Zayne smirked “he’s right”

you sighed, defeated

“fine,” you relented “but at least let me—”

“shhh,” your son pressed a finger to your lips

you blinked

“rest” he whispered

Zayne chuckled “you heard him”

you sighed again, lying back

Zayne pulled the blanket over you, pressing a kiss to your forehead

“good girl” he murmured

you rolled your eyes but smiled

your son snuggled into your side, holding your hand

“I love you, mama” he whispered

Zayne’s heart clenched

you squeezed his tiny hand “I love you too, sweetheart”

and Zayne, watching the two of you, thought—I love you both more than anything

—

one evening, you walked into the study and nearly melted on the spot

Zayne sat on the couch, a medical book open in his hands, his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose

next to him, curled up against his side, was your son—holding a children’s book, wearing his little glasses, looking equally serious

your heart clenched

he really is a mini Zayne

they looked so alike—both absorbed in their reading, both adjusting their glasses at the same time, both so incredibly cute you could hardly stand it

you stood there for a moment, just admiring them

then, as if sensing your gaze, Zayne looked up

his lips curled “enjoying the view?”

you smiled, stepping closer “very.”

your son looked up too, pushing his glasses up his nose

“mama, we’re reading” he said, his tone so much like Zayne’s that you had to bite back a laugh

“i can see that,” you teased, sitting beside them “what are you reading, sweetheart?”

he held up his book “it’s about space!”

Zayne smirked “he insisted on reading something educational”

your son nodded “like dada!”

your heart melted

you ran a hand through his soft brown hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead

“you’re just like him, you know that?” you murmured

he beamed

Zayne raised a brow “and here I thought you’d say he looked like you”

“oh, he does,” you said, grinning “but everything else? that’s all you”

Zayne exhaled, closing his book

he reached over, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear

“then I suppose we’re both lucky” he murmured

you smiled, leaning into his touch

your son yawned, curling against Zayne’s side

Zayne sighed, lifting him effortlessly “time for bed”

“nooo” the boy whined, already half-asleep

you laughed “no arguing, young man.”

Zayne smirked “she’s right. come on”

he carried him to his room, tucking him in, brushing a hand over his hair

“goodnight, little one” he whispered

“goodnight, dada” he murmured sleepily

Zayne pressed a kiss to his forehead before stepping back

he turned to you, wrapping an arm around your waist

“now,” he murmured, voice low “shall I put you to bed too?”

you smirked “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

he chuckled, pressing a slow kiss to your lips

“always.”

[starmocha]

Carrot Cake [Zayne + Son ★ 1257 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Zayne and his son are identical in appearance, personality, and mannerism, but there is one thing that baffles Zayne about his son. A/N: Needed a smile today, so I finished a wip that’s been sitting around. ❤️ Another part of my LNDS Men + Their Child series, but circling back to Zayne again. 🥹

“Well, doctor, did we forget anything else?”

Zayne looked down at the little three-year-old boy sitting in the shopping cart. The toddler’s appearance was practically identical to his father minus the hair color. The boy grinned at his father.

“Cake!”

Zayne laughed. The little boy was definitely a mini-him.

“You’re right,” Zayne said thoughtfully, “We shouldn’t forget the cake.”

The boy’s smile slowly disappeared, almost as if he remembered something very important. He furrowed his brows in contemplation, speaking softly, “But Mommy said no cakes…”

Zayne leaned down, his face in front of his son, his smile gentle with a touch of mischievousness.

“Mommy is not here. Daddy is in charge,” Zayne said, his smile widening when his son grinned again. “Now what kind of cake should we get?”

“Carrot cake!”

“Denied.”

He pinched his son’s cheek when the little boy pouted. He sighed with mock-exasperation. “I swear you and your mother are always messing with me.”

“But Daddy…carrot cakes are yummy…”

Zayne raised a brow, feeling doubtful. “Who in their right mind would think to use such an ingredient in a dessert…”

“Mommy likes carrot cakes!” the boy said suddenly, hoping this little tidbit of information could persuade his father to change his mind.

“Does she now?” Zayne smiled in amusement, seeing the boy’s earnest look. He casually resumed pushing the shopping cart through the aisle, absently looking at items after items on the shelves with faux interest.

“Yes!”

“She…or you, doctor?” Zayne paused in front of the condiment aisle and grabbed a bottle of soy sauce. As he turned to put the item into the cart, he met his son’s shy smile.

The boy looked bashful, almost embarrassed, as he answered quietly, “…both?”

Zayne laughed. “Maybe there is some truth in that conclusion,” he murmured, his next comment spoken lower and more to himself, “Your mother did eat a lot of carrots while pregnant with you…”

He continued to push the cart through the grocery store. “I don’t know, doctor, you haven’t been able to convince me why we should buy something so terrible.”

The boy frowned, his face scrunching up thoughtfully as he tried to think of a new convincing argument. He looked absolutely determined in his goal to persuade his father to change his mind about carrot cakes.

Zayne chuckled and continued to move through the aisles casually, taking his leisure time. He absently hummed along to the music playing overhead, occasionally sneaking glances at the quiet toddler. He could see his son was still thinking deeply, his only objective was his pursuit of the elusive carrot cake his father was denying him.

“Ah,” Zayne said suddenly, “Tofu is on sale. We can make mapo tofu tomorrow night for dinner.”

Zayne peeked at his son, still not hearing a response. He picked up two containers of silken tofu and placed them into the cart. He pinched his son’s cheek again. “Are you upset with Daddy now?”

The boy pouted. “…No…”

“That did not sound convincing.” Zayne leaned his face down closer again. “We can get a chocolate cake, a castella cake, strawberry, tiramisu…”

“…Carrot cake…”

Zayne playfully pretended he didn’t hear, and pushed the shopping cart through to the bakery department.

“We should get some sandwich bread for breakfast tomorrow,” Zayne said thoughtfully aloud as he examined the array of choices. “We still have that jar of raspberry jam you like…”

Zayne’s words fell on deaf ears. The little boy gasped, his green-yellow eyes catching sight of the cake display. He immediately zeroed in on the two-tiered carrot cakes. He reached out for his father, tapping Zayne’s hand impatiently.

“Daddy, Daddy, the cake, the cake!”

“Hmm?” Zayne continued to feign ignorance. “Oh, right, Mommy did ask us to pick up some steaks.”

He pushed the cart away, heading to the meat department. The little boy’s mouth hung wide open in shock as they walked further and further away from the bakery department. He looked up at his father, lips quivering, but Zayne continued to keep his sight ahead. The toddler slowly lowered his head, disappointed.

“Daddy…”

“Hmm?”

Zayne looked down, seeing his son was sulking. He smiled softly. “Do you want Daddy to hold you?”

The boy nodded and raised his arms up eagerly. Zayne chuckled. “Alright, alright, I will,” he said as he reached down to unbuckle the seatbelt. He lifted the boy out of his seat, and smiled as his son clung to him. He rubbed the toddler’s head gently. “Let’s hurry and finish shopping. Mommy’s waiting for these ingredients to make dinner.”

Zayne resumed shopping, one arm was carrying his son while his free hand pushed the cart and grabbed items from the shelves. When he was close to being done, he noticed his son had fallen asleep with his head resting on Zayne’s shoulder and his small fingers unconsciously rubbing at the material of his father’s coat. Smiling, Zayne, walked back over to the bakery department. He quietly motioned to the employee, pointing at the cake in the display.

He smiled gratefully as the employee handed him a small cakebox. He quickly finished shopping, paid for everything, and put them away in his car trunk.

Once he had returned the shopping cart to the store, he returned to his car, opening the back door and gently set his sleeping son in his car seat. As he buckled the toddler into his seat, Zayne quietly tapped his son’s shoulder.

“Wake up, sleepy head,” Zayne said softly, smiling at the little boy’s bleary eyes.

“Home?”

Zayne chuckled and shook his head. “Not yet,” he answered. He settled into the backseat and sat next to the child. The boy looked up confused.

“We can’t let Mommy know, alright?” Zayne said, pulling out a small cake box from a paper bag, his smile widening at his son’s bright eyes. “Our little secret, got it?”

The boy nodded eagerly. He gasped quietly when his father revealed the inside of the cake box. “Carrot cake!”

Zayne sighed in baffled amusement. “You look completely like me, but this…quirk…of yours…” He reached in and pulled out a small carrot cupcake, handing it to his son. He grabbed the other cupcake—a chai latte—and held the confection next to his son’s. They tapped the cupcakes together.

“Cheers!” both father and son said simultaneously.

The boy giggled and happily bit into his soft, sweet cupcake. Zayne smiled fondly, pleased to see his son’s smile again.

“You know, eating too many carrots will turn you orange,” Zayne warned teasingly.

“Like Windy Carrot?” the boy asked curiously, eyes growing wide.

“Almost,” Zayne said, laughing.

“Daddy?”

“Hmm?”

“…Will you still love me if I turn into a carrot?”

Zayne laughed again. He leaned down, nuzzling his face against his son’s before kissing his cheek. “I will never stop loving you…even if you were a carrot.”

The boy giggled again and turned to kiss his father’s cheek in return.

“I am certain you will be the only carrot I love,” Zayne added as he wiped the cream cheese frosting off his son’s mouth with his thumb. “Can’t leave behind any evidence, remember?”

The boy took the last bite of his cupcake, showing his hands to his father with a wide smile. “All gone! No evidence!”

Zayne finished his own cupcake, laughing. “All gone,” he repeated, “Our little secret from Mommy.”

The boy motioned with his finger over his mouth, shushing quietly. “Secret!”

“Good boy,” Zayne said, kissing the top of his son’s head. “Now let’s get home and help Mommy with dinner.”

[reikiss]

𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐒

tags : ❄️ fluff. reader is on her period and has cramps. est. relationship. 694 words. a/n : i am yearning for zayne sb esp bc im on my period ☹️ just a short one bc i miss my hubby. hope u guys like this!

"You've been sitting on the sofa for a while now. Are you okay?" Zayne calls out as he walks towards you from the table where papers were scattered. He was reading them while responding to emails on his laptop. It's been like this since yesterday since he suddenly decided to work from home, said it was for a change of pace and to rest since he's had a lot of surgeries lately, but here he was, taking care of you on your period.

"Could you rub my stomach for me?" You winced as even little movements makes the cramps more painful. Finding a comfortable position was easier said than done.

He offers an assuring smile before slowly sitting down beside you. Lifting his hand, he places it on your lower abdomen and starts moving his hand in a circular motion. "Does this pressure feel okay?"

Nodding, you close your eyes and lean back to give him more access. "Thank you, doc." To which he quietly chuckles at the nickname.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to give your service a 5-star rating."

The comment makes him smile fondly as he nodded his head. "Much appreciated, Miss. However," his hand stops its movement as he gazes at you intently, moving closer as his other hand goes up to tuck stray strands of your hair before his face cupped your cheek, thumb gently stroking your skin as he whispered, words sprinkled with the sweetest of honey and the warmth of the afternoon sun, "My services are reserved for only one person."

His words were followed by a kiss that felt like clouds hugging you. It wasn't like a rush of adrenaline, but more like being wrapped up in a warm blanket on a cold morning, makes you want to stay and never leave. His lips lingered, and to be honest, you wished it stayed longer, like snoozing your alarm for 5 more minutes; you both could never get enough.

But he knew. The time apart wasn't long though because he came back quicker than he left. And once you were both satisfied, you thought it was done. He had other plans.

He was determined to warm you up with his lips which moved to your chin, then your cheeks, followed by the tip of your nose, and finally your forehead.

"I'm not complaining, but what's this for?"

"I know I was focused on work for quite a while. Consider it as my compensation." Smiling, he fixed your blanket and continued rubbing your abdomen.

This made you grin. "Any kind of compensation from you is always welcome. But, you didn't have to. You are working from home after all. Besides, you're already doing a lot for me." Looking down, you slightly pout.

He sighs with a small smile. "How many times must I remind you it's okay to depend on me? In fact, I encourage you to." Gently holding your chin, he makes you look up at him.

Seeing your eyes, he could see a mix of emotions, but what stood out was shame.

It's as if he was scared that a shift in the air could cause a spark and create an explosion, he whispered ever so gently as he held your gaze with so much gentleness and love that you almost cried from how safe it felt to be with him. "I want to do this. I'm happy to do this, so please let me take care of you. What kind of doctor would I be if I can't even take care of.. the most important person in my life?"

It's probably your hormones going haywire, but something deep down tells you that's not the case of why you shed a tear of two from his words, heart bursting with gratefulness, love, and affection for this man. Your man.

Laughing while you cry, you just nod frantically, but Zayne wasn't that convinced yet. "Or am I going to have to use my power and authority, and give you a 'Doctor's order'?"

Now shaking your head, you chuckle while sniffling. "No need, doctor. I tend to disobey those, and this order is something I very much want."

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