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Loving the HCs! How about angry/punishment type sex with the LADS men?

Warnings: MDNI, sex, PIV, dominant sex, rough sex, name-calling, temperature play, cockwarming, inappropriate use of evol, spanking, edging, restraints, humiliation, dacryphilia, overstim A/n: Sorry this was so late!

.ೃ࿔*:･LaDS men and rough, angry, jealous sex ...

.ೃ࿔*:･Zayne:

It wasn't like you'd done it on purpose. Your mission had run late, and Zayne had been anxiously waiting outside your apartment, checking his phone for replies from you, only to see you being escorted to your building by your mission partner. Xavier nods his head in acknowledgement at Zayne, pretending not to notice the simmering tension in his stance before bidding you goodnight and going upstairs to his own apartment. Zayne had kept his composure until you had shut the door.

"Zayne I swear! We were coming back from the same mission!"

"And you couldn't be bothered to text me back?"

He's frozen you to the wall, the chill of the icy manacles from his evol contrasting your flushed, heated skin as his fingers expertly rub circles over your swollen clit. He's mastered control over the temperature and his fingertips alternate between skin temperature to nippingly cold, the dizzying sensations making you whimper, helplessly held in place as he teases you. The blood is humming in your veins at his infuriatingly slow and patient strokes, never missing a beat as he works you into a frenzy.

"Zayne please..." you whimper, only for him to push two fingers into your sopping hole, smirking in satisfaction as they suck him in, your cry of pleasure echoing off the walls. As he starts stroking that gummy patch inside you in tandem to his thumb on your clit, you feel a steady chill spreading inside your cunt, and thrash against the wall as Zayne slowly toys with your sensitive body, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Louder. I want Xavier to hear."

.ೃ࿔*:･Sylus:

Sylus is not the type to lose his cool, but today his patience had been pushed to a limit. He knew you were a bodyguard to that spoiled painter, but asking you to protect him when he wanted to spend a day at the beach? His blood had boiled when you'd texted him a photo just like he'd asked, too much of your skin showing up in the bikini you were wearing. Why were you dressed like that around your client when it should have been him that you spent the day with?

"We need to go shopping, kitten," he purrs smoothly, enjoying the sight of you struggling on his cock, held tightly to the hilt by his evol. The red energy flared and circled you, your cunt leaving a pool of your combined fluids on his pubes as you pathetically tried to convince him to let you move.

"We need to get you a more modest swimsuit. Can't have others looking so boldly at my personal treasure after all."

You were so full and stretched, while Sylus watched you smugly, eyes darkening primally as the effects of his cockwarming broke down your senses. How long had you been seated on him, unable to move, to get that delicious friction you so desperately needed? And how was he so calm and unperturbed, merely smirking at your struggle?

"Sylus, please..." You can't keep the hint of begging out of your tone. He chuckles, deeply amused at your plight and tugs your aching, perked nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight into your core.

"A little longer. You need to understand the full extent of my torment today."

.ೃ࿔*:･Caleb:

"Couldn't be bothered to text me. Wouldn't I have picked you up?"

You squeal as Caleb smacks your ass, his handprint marking the red flesh again. He roughly palms your rounded cheeks as you lay sprawled, humiliated, over his lap.

"How many times do I have to tell you to not accept favors from people?" His hand lands on the sensitive flesh again, and you whimper, tears tracking down your face.

"It was just Zayne-"

"I don't care who it was." His hand rains down on you mercilessly until you let out an audible gasp. Giving a moment of reprieve, he shoves you off his lap onto the bed.

"Show me." Caleb commands. Sniffling, you assume the position on hands and knees, raising your hips and arching your back until you feel cool air hit your cunt, which was moist and swollen from Caleb's harsh punishment.

"Aw such a good girl pipsqueak." You shiver as he traces your labia with a finger, delving inside to dip into your hole, testing you, and coating your clit with your slick. "I hope you learned your lesson?"

When you merely nod your head, his hand snakes around you to dry your tears before he sheathes himself into your tight heat with a single, swift stroke. You moan at the stretch and Caleb sets up a punishing face, his head kissing your cervix each time.

"That's it. I don't want to hear anyone else's name from you."

.ೃ࿔*:･Xavier:

"Why does he always accompany you after dark?"

You whimper pathetically, your legs held wide apart thanks to the spreader bar Xavier had invested in last Valentine's Day. Your clit was puffy and you were leaking onto the sheets, unable to move away from Xavier's dominating presence as he presses a rounded vibrator head deep into the sensitive nub.

"It's just my gege! It's Caleb! We grew up together!" You shriek your answer as Xavier rotates the head in circles, and all you can do is throw your head back and gasp for air, praying he wouldn't take it away this time, that he'd finally take pity on you...

You cry out in frustration as Xavier huffs, a cruel smirk on his face as he yanks the toy away, and all stimulation to your body ceases. He leans down to peek at the swollen pearl at the apex of your folds, giving it a harsh flick that has you seeing stars from the delightful nip of pain. Your empty cunt clenches, dissatisfied, drooling slick everywhere.

"Are you two close?" He asks, glaring at you from down his nose, and you sniffle, nodding your head.

"Then I think it's time you introduce us." Xavier puts the vibrator on maximum speed before placing it back on your clit, causing you to jolt.

"Mhm...! Xavi...I...ah...too early...for...introductions...!!!"

"Introduce me if you want to cum tonight." He edges the vibrator away and you give in, defeated.

"Fine," you whine. "Please let me cum...!"

With a wicked grin, Xavier gives you the stimulation you need, and you cum all over the toy within seconds.

.ೃ࿔*:･Rafayel:

Your neck and breasts are covered in small, red hickeys as Rafayel pounds into you, the wet squelch of his cock burying itself inside your pussy filling the room. You cry out, clinging to him for support as he hits your cervix each time, nails digging into his skin. How many was this? 3?4? You've lost count, but despite how tired your body is, you can't help but let him have his way.

You had been in the N109 zone without any communication for a few days, trying to broker a deal with Onychinus's leader, something you had failed to tell Rafayel before leaving for fear that he might insist you decline the job. Now the cat was out of the bag and Rafayel's ire had broken loose.

"Couldn't anyone else have taken the job? Are you the only one that leader will see?" Rafayel's voice rings in your ears as he starts to roughly rub your clit, determined to make you cum again.

Your poor body, hot and delicate from your previous orgasms feels like it might go limp from the intensity, and your head is an incohesive blob. You're barely even able to form a sentence and small noises fall from your lips.

"That's right cutie. Go blank. Gotta wash away all traces of him."

Your body understands nothing except the rising wave of pleasure deep within before you scream out in delight at the orgasmic shockwave that rocks your very core.

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GREETINGS MY SPOOKY SLUTS!

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And yes, like last year, there will be a mini Kinktober rolled into a Thirsty Weekends this time too!

Stay tuned!

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GREETINGS MY SPOOKY SLUTS!

Once again, the season of fall has dawned upon us, and with it comes our most sacred festival - Halloween! This blessed time must be cherished with stories! Now open to all writers...FALLOWEEN!

Info:

This event will be open from now until November 2nd. You can join at any time, just make sure your fic is ready by the last date.

All submissions must have a fall or Halloween theme. Yes you can use monsters if you want (encouraged).

Can be smut or fluff, no preference. Label accordingly.

Minimum word count: 700 words

Fandoms: Jujutsu Kaisen, Love and Deepspace, Solo Leveling

This is an 18 + event

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Have fun my wonderful witches!

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hello there! :D

may i ask for ypu to write aboyt the LADS men comforting you when you feel ugly cuz of a newly wound on your face? i just got cut really, really bad on my left side of my face and im feeling kinda ugly.

i mean, i see the badass vibes, but i still feel weird cuz it will leave a permanent scar on my face so i just need a little bit of comfort about it.

love everything you write, have a very nice week.

warnings: none needed, some angst, mentions of facial scarring a/n: not proofread, did my best to keep this accurate, I hope you feel better anon! And this may have been said to you a lot but beauty goes beyond what someone looks like! But I understand how hard it can be when society keeps saying 'put your best face forward'.

.ೃ࿔*:･LaDS men reacting to you having a facial scar...

.ೃ࿔*:･Zayne:

Zayne is no stranger to scars; his arms and hands are full of them, and he knows how long it took for him to come to terms with the fact that they'd never fully heal. He'd overseen your care personally, and you'd tried to be upbeat, tried to be thankful you're alive, but the scar was a reminder of everything that went wrong that day.

Zayne didn't force you to look it, nor did he keep up a continuous stream of positivity, which you appreciated, because you were just not in the mood to be positive right now. Instead, he kept you on track with your medical routine and frequently asked how you felt, pulling you into his arms when you were about to cry. You avoided looking into the mirror, except for when you had to apply the medication and change the bandages.

Now you sit in front of the vanity in your shared bedroom, eyes closed, as Zayne helps you with your nighttime skincare routine, gently massaging the rich cream into your face, his hands cool and soothing on your skin. You try not to flinch as you feel him brush the surface of your scar; it didn't hurt, but you hated that it was still there. Observing your reaction, Zayne kisses the top of your head.

"Don't look until you're ready darling. I'll keep watch until then."

.ೃ࿔*:･Sylus:

He'd gotten revenge on the person who did that to your face, but the damage was already done. Despite having the best doctors on your case, the scar was permanent, a part of your appearance forever. You'd been hiding behind a facade, trying to act tough in front of Sylus. After all, he'd dealt with far worse injuries than this, but you also couldn't help but feel resentful of the fact that he could heal himself. Sylus would never have a scar because of that ability, and though you knew it was irrational, it pissed you off that he would always look flawless while you were stuck with this mark.

Sylus had embraced the scar, telling you stories about brave warriors who proudly displayed their battle wounds as a sign of strength. He'd done his best to keep up your spirit, until one day you'd snapped at him rather nastily.

You'd screamed at him, tears pouring down your face that he'd never understand the depth of your pain because every wound he'd ever had had healed like it had never existed. You'd told him to cut the bullshit because you would never be the same again. And he'd listened impassively, but his eyes grew progressively sadder with each word that fell from your mouth. When you'd finally said your piece, Sylus pulls out a small blade from his belt and puts it in your hand. When you'd looked confusedly at him, he'd put his cheek right against the blade until droplets of blood started to form along the edge.

"Mark me then kitten. I won't heal it this time. Then we'll match."

You'd shaken your head no and dropped the blade sobbing as he gathered you in his arms.

"Tell me what to do. I'll do anything to make this right."

.ೃ࿔*:･Caleb:

There was nothing that could change about you that could make you ugly to Caleb. But he shares your grief when you were told the scar wouldn't go away. He knows when he has to be gentle, but he's also a tough-love type of person. He practically raised you after all, and he wasn't about to let a scar ruin your impression.

"We're gonna be late pipsqueak, get your shoes on!" he calls from downstairs, but you refuse to move from the bed. After almost a month of being cooped up inside, Caleb had decided to take you to a carnival to get your mind off things, but at the last minute, you'd chickened out, sitting fully dressed, but dreading the idea of going out. Caleb had been patient with you this whole time, giving you your space, privacy, boosting your morale, and becoming an errand boy to accommodate all your needs. You wished you could force yourself to go, but it was hard, imagining all the people who would stare at you.

Caleb comes back upstairs, frowning. "The lines are going to get long if we don't leave now."

"I can't Caleb. I'm sorry," you murmur, unable to look at him.

"Oh pipsqueak. Cmon it's really not that bad." He tries to coax you and you shake your head adamantly. Caleb approaches the bed and you squeal as he hoists you over his shoulder, carrying you downstairs like a sack of potatoes.

"Enough! There's nothing ugly about you! Now you can stay inside forever, or, you can accept that this isn't going away and face it head on!" He plonks you onto your feet near the door, arms crossed, and waits, towering over you. "Now what's it going to be?"

You sniff, knowing deep down he was right, and start putting on you shoes and his face softens. "I'm not being mean pipsqueak, but it hurts to see you like this."

You nod, brushing away your tears. "I know."

.ೃ࿔*:･Xavier:

Xavier is sensitive and supportive when you get news that the scar will be permanent. He asks you how you feel about everything before making a decision. Staying in or going out? Hot pot or barbecue? Mario Kart or Splatoon? Anything you say goes.

He also offers you some unconventional solutions so that you don't feel self-conscious. Once your doctor had declared you fully healed, Xavier had asked if you wanted to buy makeup. At first, you'd hesitated at the suggestion, wondering if he felt embarrassed going out with you, but he'd shaken his head no.

"I only asked because you seem to be overthinking whenever we go outside. If hiding it is what you need to face everyone, then hide it for now. Or if you don't want to hide it, don't. Either way it doesn't matter to me." He gives you a tight hug. "I just want you to feel comfortable in your skin. How that happens is up to you."

Tears welled up in your eyes at his explanation and you finally admitted what you'd hidden for so long; that you didn't want everyone to know. Xavier had nodded and had come with you to the mall. The kind cosmetics assistant spent a good amount of time helping color-match you, and Xavier stood patiently next to you as he watched her work her magic, gently buffing the color corrector and concealer over the scar until it was barely visible. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, you realized you were smiling, something you hadn't done in a while.

Xavier puts his hands on your shoulders as he peers into the mirror, his own smile rivaling yours.

.ೃ࿔*:･Rafayel:

He felt it in the depths of his heart when that scar had been put on your face. How couldn't he? Your pain was his too. Which is why he hadn't pushed too hard in making you accept it. He could barely accept it himself, rage boiling deep inside of him when he remembered your retelling of what had happened that day. He blamed your team, he blamed your boss, he blamed everyone who should have taken some accountability for that day. Why was there less coverage? And why had they sent you alone?

The injustice of it all made him furious, but he never showed that side to you. Instead, he gently helped you with your recovery, changing the dressings, cleaning up the wound, and telling you that the scar would never change his love for you. It was only when you were asleep that he'd let his feelings show, spending long nights in the art studio, painting away his anger.

One night, you crept into the studio, peeking sneakily from the corner, and felt your breath catch at the sight of the painting. There you were, captured in striking detail on the canvas, except the part of your face that bore the scar had been painted to look like a garden in bloom. Long, pretty vines, all covered in flowers, were bursting from the scar, with little butterflies and honeybees flitting over them.

He turns as you approach, tears pricking your eyes, and beckons you to his side.

"Is this how you see me?"

"Yes. Because despite it all, you chose grace." He lovingly kisses the scar. "And that's a different kind of beauty, growing from your bad experiences."

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Gege is the only one I trust to help me. Gege handles me with care. Gege knows my favorite colors and what I like to eat. That's why I don't question him when Gege asks to check my panties when he gets home. He bought them for me after all, knowing I couldn't resist wearing them, because I love how cute they look with the lace and matching garters.

Yes Gege I haven't touched myself like you asked. See how swollen and wet I am for you Gege. Yes Gege I'll spread my legs. Mhm yes Gege you're the only one who knows how to touch it. Now please let me cum Gege. I've been so good Gege.

~Thinking about Caleb ofc

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Oh don't mind me. Just some vacay photos of me and my husband 🤭🤭🤭

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Telling The LADS Men to Ditch The Condom

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

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

“You…want to do it without a condom?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I was thinking…”

“Yes?”

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

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

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

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

“Don't say it like that!”

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

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

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

“Anyone would if spoken to that way!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[unintentionalseductress]

Wrote this before Caleb's release...need to update.

More spamming for LaDs, but spicy...

NSFW HCs: Favorite non-traditional space to enjoy a good romp other than a bed for each of the boys... and maybe why it is their favorite?

Unconventional Romp Spots

This took a while but here we are! Loved the creativity of this request and let's face it, all of them are down so bad for reader that they'll do whatever she wants. 🤭🤭🤭 Warnings: MDNI, exhibitionism, PIV sex, clit play

Zayne’s favorite spot to make love to you apart from the bed was the couch. Was it incredibly unconventional? Not really but the couch was firm and warm, the place you and he sat snuggled together during those rare times he wasn’t working, countless movies and snacks shared, and drinking your morning coffee in each other’s company.

So why shouldn’t it count as a perfectly good spot to make love?

Your fingers tangle into his silky locks of hair as he kisses you, his large body hovering carefully before he lays down, his hips now flush against yours as he sensually licks your lips before parting them with his tongue. A contented sigh escapes you as the wet appendage dances with yours, sending jitters of excitement running through you as you slip your hands under his shirt, enjoying the warmth and scent of his skin. 

A hum emanates from his large frame as you reach the middle of his back, your nails scratching him just hard enough to send a rush of arousal skittering down his spine, heat gathering in his veins as he drinks in the sight of you, flushed and hazy, beneath him. You help each other remove the barriers of clothing, savoring the intimate skin-to-skin contact. You nuzzle his neck then trail a line of kisses down the side, watching his eyes darken with desire. 

With care, he pulls off your bra, tossing it aside and kneeling, the low couch creaking slightly as it took your weight. The TV remote lay forgotten on the coffee table as Zayne swirls a hardened nipple into his hot, wet, mouth, sucking patiently. You cradle his head as pleasurable shocks zip straight to your core. Your clit throbs in need as he tweaks your free nipple between his fingers. You writhe and moan, your hips pressing against his to seek friction.

Expertly you undo the belt of his buckle and his zip, rocking your hands against the hard heat of his erection and he releases your nipple to groan needily, his eyes flashing dangerously. Not needing any further encouragement he slides your panties off your legs, his hand coming up to cup your mound and gathering the moist heat leaking from your core onto his fingers, spreading it up towards your clit. You’re helpless under him, his long, thick, middle finger sliding so teasingly into your core while his thumb circles the little bundle of nerves.

Sighs and longing moans of need escape you as he builds up your arousal, those keen eyes watching your face for signs of your impending climax, and when you finally begin to clamp down with that familiar pattern onto his fingers, he crooks his inserted finger up into that spongy patch of delight. You erupt, a wavering moan escaping your lips as the orgasm rips through you, your clit and core spasming in pleasure around him. He pulls out his fingers, licking them clean before aligning himself between your legs.

You awkwardly part them, trying to find a comfortable angle on the narrow space of the sofa before he grabs you by the ankles and wraps your legs securely around his waist before entering you in one, long, passionate, stroke. The air grows balmy as his hips undulate, the fill of him inside you bringing all your primal needs to the surface. Your nails leave scratches on his back, and your eyes close as the sound of his ragged breathing overtakes your senses. Your eyes meet and you stroke his face, gently tracing the outline of his lips, caressing the corners of his eyes before he gathers your close, his grip leaving indents in your skin as he gives all of himself to you. 

Oh, this sweet-looking man is the wolf in sheep’s clothing. He won’t hesitate to take you anywhere, anytime. His unconventional spot is his desk at the office. He loves how naughty it makes him feel.

It’s past office hours and everyone has gone home, but Xavier had been making excuses to get you to stay late since lunch. Now, finally alone he boxes you in against his desk, your body blocked from escaping by his tall frame. His gloved hands shamelessly slide under your hunter’s uniform as he gropes your tits, palming the mounds of flesh possessively, satisfaction coursing through his veins as your nipples harden under his palms. His tongue traces hot trails down your neck as you squirm against him, feeling hardness gather between his thighs.

You whimper as his teeth scrape the front of your throat, your blood humming in your ears. Xavier undoes the buttons and buckles on the uniform and your clothes slide to the floor, leaving you in bra and panties. A stain of moisture has gathered on the crotch and Xavier’s sapphire eyes become luminous with hunger at the sight. 

“I’m guessing you’re just pretending when you say you don’t like me taking you at the office.” He helps you hop onto the desk and then kneels between your thighs, his nose brushing against the smear, inhaling the musky scent of need leaking from your core. He pulls apart your legs, helping you balance your feet at the edge of the desk then hooks his finger into the gusset of your panties, pulling them to the side and giving you a teasing lick that makes your hips thrust up. 

Xavier chuckles and sticks his tongue into your moist hole and you moan, the noise escaping into the quietness of the office, only seeming to sound louder than when it was full. Lewd slurping noises can be heard as Xavier goes to town, sucking every drop of your essence he can find, his tongue drawing circles over your sensitive bud as your hips instinctively rock against his mouth. Xavier’s cock throbs painfully inside his slacks as he steadily builds your orgasm, your every movement and noise only adding fuel to the fire. He frees one hand from it’s glove and probes your entrance, watching your fluttering hole suck his fingers in, clenching with desire around the long digits.

Every nerve in your body is begging for release, your head turning to one side, seeing all the empty desks of your colleagues, none of whom will have a clue of what happened on the desk next to them when they get in the next morning. The thought causes heat to gather in your belly, your abdominal muscles tightening in anticipation until Xavier pushes you over the peak, your breath tearing from your throat as you gasp out in ecstasy, pulse after pulse of satisfying pleasure flooding your senses. 

Xavier licks his fingers clean then quickly undoes his pants, his cock finally springing free of its confines, leaking precum on its tip. He guides himself towards your warm, wet, cunt, gently splitting you apart as he fills you up. The stretch of muscle is welcoming, and he rolls your knees onto your chest, making you impossibly tighter around him as he starts to thrust. 

As the air fills with your quiet whimpers, he sighs and settles into a comfortable rhythm, ensuring he bottoms out each time, dragging his length along your inner walls as he withdraws. 

“Maybe next time we should do this on Tara’s desk instead of mine. Imagine her look of confusion when she comes in and sees all her paperwork is stained.”

The beach. He enjoys the noise of the water lapping onto the sand as he pulls you away to a hidden spot on the sandy dunes. Was it really his fault that you wore that sexy little bikini, the one that showed just enough of your sweet ass and lacked just enough support that it didn’t prevent your boobs from jostling around when you walked?

Surrounded by a craggy wall of privacy, his eyes glitter mischievously as he squeezes every part of your body, enjoying the way your face becomes flushed and your kisses become sloppier as he teases your nipples through the bikini top, the peaks visible and hard. He grins unashamedly as you stretch out on your stomach on the beach blanket he’s laid out, and starts to undo the knot at your back. His lips kiss the back of your neck and trail down your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine with each touch. You’re humming lazily, then roll over to expose your breasts to him, sand dotting your collarbones and belly. 

Rafayel dips his head and suckles a pert nipple, groaning. “Oh, you’re all salty babe…from swimming in the ocean. Oh delicious…” He switches to the other one, savoring the taste of the salt and your skin as you moan and reach over to palm him through his swimming trunks. He’s rock hard and throbbing as you stroke his erection and his hips snap forward with each movement of your small hand. 

The sound of the waves crashing down onto the shore and the call of the seagulls disguise the moans and noises of sweet pleasure the both of you are making as Rafayel hooks a finger into the elastic of your bikini bottom and pulls it down. The ocean breeze caresses your body and goosebumps erupt all over your skin. Rafayel chuckles and covers your body, his warmth seeping comfortingly into you as your hands tickle down his back, leaning up to give him unhurried kisses down his happy trail. Unable to hide your enthusiasm anymore, you loosen the drawstring of his swim shorts, tugging down the fabric and freeing his hard meat. It pops up proudly, leaking droplets at the tip. 

You swirl your tongue generously around it and Rafayel bucks almost delicately into your mouth, the moist heat welcome against the chill of the air. He clicks his tongue in dismay as you let go but surprise him by rolling him under you, and quickly changing positions so that your pussy was tantalizingly visible over his face. You go back to eagerly slurping his generous length and feel the wet slip of his tongue lick a hot stripe along your cunt and hum in gratification as he hits your clit. He tasted salty too, and you suck on his tip like a lollipop trying to fit as much of him into your mouth as you could. Saliva drips from your mouth and onto the crevices of his thighs as you pleasure each other. You let out a keening moan, muffled by his cock as he inserts two fingers into your fluttering hole and starts petting your gspot. Your hips rock against his face and when his lips seal over your clit your concentration slips, his cock falling from your mouth as you rest your cheek on his thigh and writhe, all your inhibitions flying loose.

The relentless actions of his tongue and fingers bring you to a satisfactory orgasm, the punch of ecstasy pulsing through you as your fingers find purchase in the sand, bracing yourself and letting out shuddering whines as you ride the dizzying high. 

Rafayel laps at the fluid leaking from your core, and the feeling jolts you into needing more, the clenching of your cunt almost becoming unbearable. You scramble off his face, resting on your knees as you drag your pussy down his chest, then tease his swollen cockhead with your drooling hole. Rafayel hisses at the sensitivity and before you could react he thrusts his hips and sheathes himself inside you. 

Full and in a haze of need, you ride him, feeling his hands firmly grasp your fleshy ass, gently prying apart your cheeks as you bounced so that he can see the way your hole slides over him, enveloping him in that sweet essence.

“Ahh fuck…” Rafayel’s thrusts get sloppy as the slap of skin on skin gets more urgent, your moans mingling in the salty air as you push him to the edge. Rafayel grits his teeth as your pussy spasms around him, milking him dry as he unloads, his milky seed flooding your channel like sea foam washing up on the sand. 

It excites Sylus to take you on his private balcony. It’s just secluded enough not to give away everything that's happening but open enough that a passerby might hear or see something they weren’t expecting. The excitement is enough to get his blood pumping, a heady rush swooshing through his body as his head fills with illicit thoughts on how to get you to lose control. 

“Sylus please…” You whine helplessly as his head buries itself between your parted thighs, his tongue licking a sinfully pleasurable line from your dripping hole up to your clit. Your hands grip the railing as you moan into the open air while he crouches, a powerful jaguar that wasn’t going to leave you until he’s had his fill. The dim lights of the N109 zone surround you, passing cars and the faint noise of the few people that dared to walk on the streets breaching the edges of your senses.

His hot tongue pushes into your dripping hole and your legs wobble from the heady rush of desire that surges through you. Sylus’s chuckle is muffled and he withdraws, only to replace his tongue with his long, thick fingers. You lean over the edge, trying to steady yourself and Sylus firmly wraps his arms around your middle.

“Please what kitten?” He curls his fingers up into your gspot and pops of color appear behind your closed eyelids as you twitch, your ass jiggling as you dance on his fingers. The air is punctuated with broken moans and Sylus’s eyes gleam in satisfaction at your broken state. “That’s not nearly loud enough. You’ll need to mewl harder than that to even be heard over the traffic.” He gives a teasing lick to your clit and watches your hips jerk. The puffy folds of your sex are leaking copiously, coating his fingers with your slick.

How delightful to have you at his mercy, to have the whole N109 zone hear the pretty noises you made for him, to establish his dominance everywhere. Sylus nuzzles his nose in between your sex, inhaling the sweet musk of your pussy and you reflexively push against him. “This smell when you get so needy for me…it’s intoxicating.” Caged between Sylus and the balcony you’re helpless to do anything else but accept his kisses and licks, feeling him swirl the tip of his tongue on your clit while his fingers work inside you to bring you over the edge. 

When your orgasm finally peaks you sob, your body shaking uncontrollably, all thoughts of not being discovered flying out of the window as pleasure pulses through your body. You bear down on his face, pleasing him immensely as you ride out the dizzying spiral of delight. Once you calm down, Sylus gets to his feet, then to your shock, roughly yanks open the front of your blouse, your tits open to the night air. The taboo of the act brings forth a surge of fresh arousal as he palms the mounds of flesh and you hear the soft noise of a zipper being opened. His cock pushes apart your folds, the engorged head notching into your messy opening and filling your empty canal. You choke out a desperate sound, lost to the noise of the city, but more follow as he thrusts smoothly, his hardened meat kissing your cervix with each stroke.

He offers you his finger and you suck on it for comfort, whining your muffled pleasure as he continues the mutual gratification. 

“That’s a good kitten. Keep purring for me, sweetie.”

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[unintentionalseductress]

Oh and! What’s (and why) the difference between mc reader and non mc reader? I’m just kinda new to lads :p

MC reader afaik means the reader has traits from the MC in the game, like her occupation is a hunter, she lives in the apartment in the game, she's physically strong and has a similar build, etc.

Non MC reader implies the reader can be whoever, and doesn't conform with the MC life presets we have in the game. They can be taller, shorter, work as anything, not necessarily have a connection to the boys as per the game, and allows for more writing freedom.

I hope this helps!

[unintentionalseductress]

https://www.tumblr.com/unintentionalseductress/791202226522767360/how-do-you-think-the-lads-boys-would-react-if-mc

Hi! It’s not the first time i read this (and maybe i’m to early in the game to understand)(that’s probably why lol) but why is “caleb called gege”?

Hello there anon! Welcome to the wonderful world of Love and Deepspace (or deep depression as most of us like to call it).

Caleb being called gege has a long and winded story, but put simply, the game has deep ties to Chinese culture and customs. In China, it's respectful to call any young male that's older than you as 'gege' which means 'older brother'.

It can be taken literally, but it is also used for boys who are not related to you at all. Not to spoil too much in the story, Caleb and MC are raised together but are not related, so she calls him gege, and this creates issues in their relationship as they grow older and realize they're catching feelings for each other.

Hope that explains it!

[unintentionalseductress]

Hi!! I have an idea for a fic, I thought of a Caleb x Mc (or self insert) x Zayne as a V relationship (so Zayne and Caleb aren't together but they both love mc) in highschool or college au that at the start of the fic they're childhood bestfriends, but in maybe a party or smth they really get drunk, so they're pretty confident/bold and slowly mc confess her love to both of them and then iykyk. (Of course you can change it and you can get inspired by it dw)

Hello there anon!

I'm not taking fic requests atm, only HC and drabbles.

However, I have already written something very similar to the concept you've asked, reader is childhood BFF's with Zayne and Caleb and they end up together shortly before they leave to college.

It's called My Beloved Boys, if you're interested in reading it.

Thanks for dropping in and sorry about that!

[unintentionalseductress]

how do you think the lads boys would react if mc asked them to "just use the tip"?

Warnings: MDNI, sex, grinding, humping, explicit genitalia descriptions, PIV, teasing, penetration, slight somno, some rough sex, creampie, virginity loss panty sniffing, slight pseudo cest with Caleb, Caleb is called gege, non MC reader A/n: Not proofread.

.ೃ࿔*:･LaDS men reacting to you saying 'just the tip'...

.ೃ࿔*:･Zayne:

You're a pathetic, drooling mess down there as Zayne blankets your body, his warm skin pressed against yours. His mouth possesses yours demandingly, his tongue dancing with yours until he's all you crave and taste. His cock, hard and heavy, was nestled between your slick folds as both of you rocked erotically against each other, your breath coming out in broken gasps each time his rounded head caught against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your system. When he drags his soaked length lower, grazing your sopping entrance, you whine loudly, feeling the impatient flutter of your empty sex as he teases you into a hot mess.

"Zayne..." you whimper his name. You felt wet enough, but accommodating him was a feat each time. "Just the tip, please...Don't wanna...be stretched hard..."

His patience was close to snapping, but Zayne groans, burying his face into the crook of your neck, sweat beading his forehead. "You're killing me, darling," he growls, but he's loath to bully himself into you, so he obliges, gasping as he feels your body part around him, welcoming his weeping tip into your warmth. He stills, eyes squeezing shut to keep his sanity as your sex clenches around what little it had.

Inch by patient inch, Zayne sinks into you, his breath becoming ragged as you cling to him, until he's fully sheathed. You're full, completely owned by him, your cunt sucking him in as it adjusts, and with a deep growl, Zayne starts to thrust.

"You don't have to tell me," he mutters into your ear as he moves. "I always check, darling."

.ೃ࿔*:･Sylus:

The base is quiet as Sylus slips into bed next to you. You barely stir but are keenly aware at his presence, your sleepy body reacting to him even as you tread the fine line between wakefullness and dreaming. You'd been too lazy to hunt down pajama bottoms, so Sylus has the surprise of feeling your bare thighs against his as he snuggles under the blankets. His cock hardens instantly at the feeling, and he grits his teeth, wondering how far he could do.

"Kitten," he says in a low purr. "How do you expect me to control myself when you're sleeping like this? All sexy and practically naked?"

His hands begin to wander, slowly tracing your shoulders, the curve of your waist, cupping your breasts and teasing your pebbled nipples through the thin fabric of your T-shirt as he carefully grinds himself against the soft roundness of your ass. You whimper sleepily, emboldening him, and his finger dips between your legs to pull aside your panties, sandwiching his veiny cock between your slick folds. He groans lowly at the sweet, liquidy glide of your labia on his cock, rocking his hips to lie flush against your ass until he feels you start to arch back into him. Desire floods his veins as he whispers.

"Kitten...please..."

"Just...mhm...the tip...Sylus..." You mumble back breathily and for him its enough. Heart hammering, Sylus carefully feels for your hole with his sensitive tip, which is slick with precum, hissing as he enters your moist channel, the tightness almost crushing his restraint. He thrusts mindfully, not daring to violate your wishes , only allowing his head to piston in and out until he finally finishes, holding back a moan as he spills his sticky release into you.

.ೃ࿔*:･Caleb:

He's dying, but if this how he was meant to go, then he'll go happily. You looked so cute lying on your stomach on the bed reading your book, wearing nothing but those cute little apple panties and his college hoodie. How was he supposed to resist?

You'd giggled mischievously as he'd locked the door and crawled over you, kissing the nape of your neck, your ears, sending delicious tingles running through your body. You don't object when he drags your panties down your legs, mouth watering at the sight of the little patch of moisture that stains it as he brings it to his nose and sniffs, the tangy musk of your pussy sending him on a dizzying spiral.

"Tempting me huh pipsqueak? Showing off your little cunt like this? Were you missing gege's attention?"

You wiggle your ass naughtily, giggling as he gives you light smack and spreads your legs apart. Your labia are swollen and slick with moisture as Caleb grabs one of your cheeks and spreads you apart for a better look.

"Fuck pip. Look at how wet you are. Gonna fit real easy here." He undoes the drawstring on his sweats, palming himself eagerly, before you say the words that nearly stop his heart.

"Just the tip gege." You pout as you look over your shoulder, enjoying the disappointment and puppy eyes that form over his face.

"You're kidding me. Cmon pip please." He tries to tempt you by guiding his cock towards your entrance, circling teasingly but you move yourself away.

"Tip or nothing." You repeat, enjoying how he begs.

With a groan of defeat, Caleb aligns himself with your entrance, cursing silently as he only allows his tip to breach, thrusting shallowly as he whines. You try to hold on, but he's so pathetic and hard that you can't handle it anymore. Relenting, you push back against him, letting him push deeper and deeper inside until he's at the hilt.

"That's gege's good girl. Yeah. Back that pussy onto me."

.ೃ࿔*:･Xavier:

"Did you really think you'd get away with this?"

Your brain can't think of a response to Xavier's question as he pounds into you, his hips pushing against your ass with each thrust, bottoming out every time. A broken moan escapes your lips as his cock stretches you to capacity, kissing your cervix each time. Your juices are sliding down his length, glistening on the smooth column as the slapping noises of skin on skin fill the room.

"Just the tip...tch. You really thought I was going to be satisfied with that princess?"

He tugs on your hair and you gasp at the tingle of pain as he pistons into you brutally. "This pussy is mine. Mine to fuck and fill until the only name you remember is mine."

He suddenly withdraws and your cunt clenches around nothing, leaving you bereft. You whine in frustration and Xavier chuckles darkly.

"What's that? Is this the same cunt that only wanted the tip? Look at how greedy it is now, drooling and begging for more. Filthy girl. Lying about how much you can take."

He slips back in with a smooth, single push and you grip the bedsheets, moaning his name as you lose all other thought.

"That's it. The perfect cocksleeve. Don't ever think you'll get less than the whole thing."

.ೃ࿔*:･Rafayel:

"Raf please...only the tip..."

Your soft pleas are met with kisses and gentle circles on your clit as Rafayel preps you to receive him. A shudder passes through your body as he inserts two of his long, slim fingers into you, scissoring into your wetness to stretch you out for his cock.

"Ssh...don't fret my beautiful bride. You're made to fit me."

You try to protest, squirming as pleasure builds up deep inside your cunt, nervous at the prospect of taking him. You'd tried to before, but you just couldn't make it fit. You'd struggled, then felt guilty as Rafayel coaxed you off him, murmuring you could try again later.

His fingers start to stroke that sensitive patch of nerves inside your channel, timing it to the circles on your clit and you moan helplessly, falling apart like shattering glass to his ministrations. Rafayel praises you through your orgasm, pressing kisses to your hair, then withdraws his fingers, and you feel the loss keenly. Blushing as you watch him lick his fingers dry, he beckons you to straddle his lap .

"At your own pace cutie. I promise we fit." He cups your face between his hands and rests his forehead against yours, a tender gesture that calms you. Following his suggestion, you test the waters, finding his tip with your sex, and carefully pushing down on him, feeling the difference between this time and the last. Your walls flutter eagerly, sucking him in deeper, and though you gasp at the unfamiliar stretch, it's not the pain you thought it would be.

Rafayel's grip tightens around your waist as he embraces you, helping you sink down until he's fully sheathed. He sighs, his breath tickling your ear.

"See? I told you. A perfect fit. Now ride me to your heart's content."

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Chapter 5: Unkind But Not Untrue

Warnings: none needed, longer chapter Synopsis: An expert's opinion, a cafe, and no apology. WC: 3094 Chp 1 - Chp 2 - Chp 3 - Chp 4 - Chp 5

The day after the tea party, you’d gone to the hospital where Shoko worked. She was frazzled, hopping from bed to bed as she quickly worked her mysterious powers to cure patients suspected to be injured by cursed energy, while wrapping gauze and applying antiseptic to those with normal wounds. In between patients, you’d described what you saw, and Shoko looked startled at your words. After a moment of silence, she said she’d need to consult another sorcerer for an opinion and advised you not to say another word to anyone.

You had also broached the topic of wanting an apology from Mr. Nanami Kento, and at this, her disturbed expression had given way to one of mischief. After a few playful jabs at your request, she said she’d talk to him, but that she doubted getting him to agree. 

Now you sat at a table by the window in a quaint cafe, sipping a citrusy blend of tea while Shoko popped a beignet into her mouth, wiping powdered sugar off her lips.

“Will any good come of this meeting?” you ask as you set your cup down. 

“I should hope so. I don’t combat curses, so it’s not a bad idea to get an expert opinion.” Shoko brushes some hair away from her eyes as she appraises you. “And you’re certain about what you saw?”

“Yes,” you say firmly. “I’m telling you the boy was glowing.”

“I’m only asking because well…you know.” Shoko lowers her voice to avoid being overheard. “It is quite a serious accusation. Especially considering how much weeding that family does.”

After leaving the Ravenshire estate that afternoon, you’d felt a sense of foreboding. Ren had behaved perfectly normally after leaving the maze, sprinting to his mother and giving her a leaping hug. The women had noted your disheveled appearance, and you’d done your best to brush it off, insisting you had fallen by accident and that you were going to have to leave early. 

There was something eerie and not quite human about the way the boy’s eyes had glimmered, the way he seemed to harness some kind of unnatural powers within him. It had disturbed you for days, and you were impatient to get a confirmation. 

Biting your lip, you can’t help but imagine how this would play out. Lady Ravenishire’s stance on sorcerers was unmistakable. She didn’t mind them as long as they didn’t attempt to make their way into high society. But would her stance change if it were her own child? Granted, there was no evidence that Ren was a sorcerer, but there was no logical explanation that could justify what you saw. 

Catching sight of your troubled expression, Shoko bracingly pats your hand. “Don’t fret. We don’t even know what we’re dealing with yet.” The bell on the cafe door tinkles cheerfully, and Shoko looks past you before breaking into a grin and waving her hand. 

“And here’s our expert now!”

Relieved, you turn to see who it is. You had been expecting Gojo, and your enthusiasm instantly dimmed, replaced by a frown as none other than Nanami approached the table. 

“You?!” you ask in disbelief as Nanami pauses next to the table, his lip curling. 

“Shoko, when you said your friend had a concern, you should have been clear which one.” Nanami draws up a chair, and you instantly feel your face grow hot. “Had I known I would be encountering an exotic bird, I would have brought along some seeds to keep it entertained.” Nanami grins at you, and you ignore him.

“This is the expert you consulted?” you ask disdainfully, and Shoko suppresses a laugh, her eyes glittering. 

“He is an expert, dearest,” Shoko says matter-of-factly, but it’s obvious she’s getting a real kick out of the situation. “Also, I figured, you know, two birds one stone.” She shrugs her shoulders, and you realize, with sudden chagrin, that she was referring to the objectionable apology you had requested. 

“One of these matters is more pressing than the other,” you say quickly, trying to divert the subject, but Nanami cuts you short, his whiskey eyes full of amusement as he turns in your direction. 

“Indeed, but I suspect until one of them is resolved, we won’t be able to discuss the other. So let’s get to it. What offense have I inflicted that you feel warrants an apology?” He asks the question in a tone one might use to address an irritable child, and it grates your nerves. 

Were you being unreasonable in wanting an apology? Certainly not, and considering your position, he shouldn’t have dared insult you in the first place. A true gentleman of high society wouldn’t have been so brash and rude when talking to an unknown woman for the first time. The cad! 

Clearing your throat, you gather your wits and face him, feeling even more annoyed when your pulse quickens. It didn’t matter that he was devilishly handsome, flashing you a set of even white teeth as he patronizingly waited for you to say your piece. What mattered was that an apology was due, and you were determined to get it. 

“That night at Ravenshire,” you begin, trying to keep a cool tone, despite Nanami’s unserious demeanor, “You and I first made our acquaintance, Mr. Nanami.” 

“Indeed, we did.” Nanami cocks his head briefly in agreement. “Carry on.”

Thrown off by how casual he sounded, you grit your teeth and continue. “While I understand it was unladylike and unbecoming of me to scarf down an entire lemon tart in one go, I do not believe it was worthy of the cruel commentary you made that night.” 

“Cruel?” Nanami leaned back in his chair, about to respond, when a waitress approached them to take his order. He asked for coffee and a chocolate croissant, and took his sweet time asking her which beans they used for their blend. Feeling like your patience was being stretched thin, you look at Shoko, surprised to see her looking pointedly out the window, her fist pressed to her mouth as her body trembled with silent laughter. With no support, you drum your fingers on the table until finally, the waitress leaves, though she kept glancing back at Nanami like a lovesick puppy every couple of steps. 

“Where were we?” he asks, and you click your tongue before prompting him. 

“Cruelty.”

“Cruelty?” Nanami’s lip curls. “Tell me what I said, and I’ll tell you whether it was cruel or simply accurate."

“Don't you remember?” Your temper flares, but all Nanami does is give you a smarting grin, shrugging.

“I don’t. Care to refresh my memory?”

Incredulous, you finally say what had been bothering you. “You called me a vulture in lace!”

At this, Shoko lets out a loud snicker and looks at Nanami. “You didn’t!” She genially punches his shoulder, and he chuckles, unmistakable mirth gathering in his eyes. 

“I did. Was that all?” he asks, and you notice the faint lines gathering at the corners of his eyes, which infuriatingly only made him more attractive.

“No, that was not all. You also called me a parrot.” 

“I did, did I?” Nanami grins and glances away. “You didn’t appreciate being compared to birds?”

“I did not!” You cross your arms, hoping to come off as stern and crossed, but for whatever reason, this only makes Nanami’s grin wider. You look at Shoko for help, and she hastily swallows her giggles.

“Nanamin, that was rude,” Shoko says reproachingly, but her voice lacks any seriousness.

“Yes, I can see how that might sound offensive.” Nanami straightens and takes off his blazer, and this time, you’re caught off guard by how broad his shoulders are, his frame muscular and fit. “However, I’m not entirely convinced I said anything untrue. Unkind, perhaps. But untrue? Unlikely."

“What does that have to do with anything?” you squawk irritably. “I’m not here to complain about accuracy, I’m here because you said those things without a hint of remorse or shame! And to a woman you had just met!”

“Would it have been less cruel if it had been our second meeting?” Nanami countered, his smile growing wolfish. Seething, you make your final push.

“Are you going to apologize or not?” 

Nanami chuckles at that, and it only serves as kindling to your growing rage. He retorts in that matter-of-fact tone again. “Was I cruel? Possibly. But was I wrong? Certainly not. Am I apologetic?” He leans back in the chair, crossing one of his long legs over his knee. “I don’t believe I am, no.”

When all you can do is gape at him, your temper threatening to explode, Shoko hastily intervenes. 

“Nanamin, you’ll think about that and attempt to make amends later.” She glances at you, and although your ire was still burning, you decide she’s right; a more pressing matter awaited. 

“Now the other thing I wanted to bring up…” Shoko glances around to ensure no one from High Society is around before lowering her voice and leaning closer to Nanami’s ear. You lean in and barely catch her words. “There seems to be something eerie occurring at the Ravenshire estate.”

Nanami’s brow furrows at this statement, and he gives Shoko a sharp look. Although he responds evenly, you thought you saw his body tense up. “The Ravenshire estate? Has something happened?”

Shoko looks surprised at his reaction. “Yes but…were you expecting something to happen?”

Nanami suddenly gives you a suspicious look, but Shoko shakes her head. “You can trust her. She believes she saw something abnormal at her last visit there.”

His eyes remain narrowed, but he nods. “I…also saw something. At Ravenshire.” 

Your heart jolts at this, and before you can stop yourself, the words are tumbling out of your mouth in an urgent whisper. “Was it the boy?”

Taken aback, Nanami stares, weighing the pros and cons of revealing what he knew. You were, at the end of the day, a High Society woman and a close acquaintance of Lady Ravenshire. Dare he risk telling you about her son’s supposed association with a curse? 

Deciding not to give away his hand, he diplomatically asks you, “Why don’t you tell me what you saw first? Then I can corroborate.” 

You wet your lips, trying to gather your thoughts, and the action does not go unnoticed by him. Your lips were a pretty shade of peony pink today, and it was a flattering color on you. Nanami allowed himself a moment of distraction, wondering how much effort it would take to get the color to fade from your mouth, perhaps with his fingers, or his tongue, before your voice jolts him back to reality. 

“I was at tea the other day with Lady Ravenshire. While exploring her maze-”

“I’m sorry, what? A maze?” Nanami prompts, and you nod confusedly. 

“Yes, a maze. They had recently put a maze in their garden-”

“Of course they did,” Nanami says derisively. “All that land, I suppose one must do something with it. Why not a maze?”

Bristling, unsure why this was a point of contention for him, you bite your tongue and force yourself to continue. “I ran into Lady Ravenshire’s boy, Ren, in the maze. He seemed to be talking to someone, but I didn’t see anyone. Then…” You trail off, wondering if the next part would sound ridiculous. 

“Go on,” Shoko prompts, and you sip your tea before continuing. 

“The boy got upset when he realized I was there, and out of nowhere, a hole appeared in the side of the maze wall. I could hear rustling, but before I could make out anything else…”

You repress a shudder as the memory comes back to you. “Ren started to glow.”

At this, Nanami and Shoko exchange looks, and you can’t help but feel a little left out of whatever silent conversation they were having. You do your best to describe the rest of it, how Ren’s eyes had started to glow while that ominous aura enveloped him, how he’d calmed down after you fell backwards.

By the time you’re done, Nanami’s expression looks solemn. Lost in deep thought, he’s barely touched his croissant, which was growing cold, along with the large cup of coffee the waitress had given some time ago. 

“Well?” you prompt, slightly vexed at his silence. He looks up, and your heart skips a beat; the intensity in his eyes was overpowering, and you pretend to busy yourself with the last of the tea in your cup. 

“Unfortunately, this isn’t good news.” Nanami bites into his cold croissant, flakes falling onto the plate. 

“What aren’t you telling us Nanamin?” Shoko asks, turning in her chair to get a better look at him. 

He sighs heavily. “On the night of the ball, while returning home, I saw Ren talking to a curse sitting on a tree branch outside his bedroom window.” 

The hair on the back of your neck starts to prickle uncomfortably. “Then…the…person he was talking to in the maze…was it a curse?” you ask, and Nanami nods.

“There’s a high possibility it was a curse since you couldn’t see it. It’s even higher that it was the same curse he was talking to on the night of the ball.”

“But why would a curse want to talk to a child?”

“They’re easy targets. Also, the sorcerer population has been declining. The curse might have seen this as an opportunity to eliminate one before his abilities grow. It may also be the reason Ren was kidnapped. A curse trying to nip things in the bud.”

“The sorcerer population is declining?” This was not something you had heard of. 

“Yeah. I mean, how could it not?” Shoko asks. “Most of us aren’t exactly dancing with prospective suitors because of how dangerous our jobs are. And the existing sorcerers don’t want to raise children in Nulling Row. Most moved out to other countries where the laws aren’t so strict.”

You hadn’t considered this. “Do two people need to be sorcerers for their child to have abilities?”

“Mostly, yes. Two sorcerer parents yield babies with cursed energy. But there are lots of generational sorcerer families that have children with no cursed energy at all. As for a sorcerer and a non-sorcerer family…well, that’s a coin toss.” Shoko explains the inheritance pattern as best as she can.

“In that case, most children may have enough cursed energy to see a curse, but not enough for a technique. They could also be a complete non-sorcerer. Or a full-fledged sorcerer. It’s hard to tell.”

“But…both of Ren’s parents are non-sorcerers. So how…?” 

“How indeed.” Nanami was rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Ren bears too strong a resemblance to his father, so I don’t believe Lady Ravenshire had an affair.”

You give Nanami a withering look. “Was that the first thing that came to your mind, Sir? An affair?”

“That would be the most easiest to explain. Have I offended you again, my lady?” Nanami asks with a bite, and you couldn’t tell if he was being genuine or facetious with the title. 

“All I meant was, High Society ladies-”

“Yes yes, you’re the most devout wives, I’m sure. There’s definitely never been a history of infidelity amongst you lot, I assume?” His words stung; it felt like he had slapped you with them. Your interest to continue the conversation was waning, and for some reason, the fact that he believed High Society women would casually cheat on their husbands almost felt like a reflection on you. Did a faithful wife not mean much to men like him? Perhaps taking a wife wasn’t ever something he intended to do. 

But just why did the idea bother you so?

Realizing the conversation was beginning to tense like a jack-in-the-box, Shoko tries to move it forward. “Perhaps we’re lucky. Maybe Ren can only see them.”

Nanami’s confrontational side dies at her words. “But based on what our lady described, it doesn’t sound so. The aura…that’s usually the sign of an undeveloped technique.”

Silence falls over the table as everyone absorbs the information. After a beat, you break the silence.

“So what now?”

“I’ll need to report this to Gojo. And as unsavory as the idea is, we do need to think about what to do with Ren. The Ravenshires will not take this lightly, especially since Ren is the immediate heir. Lady Ravenshire will be in ruins, more than her husband.”

An arrow pierces your heart as you hear Nanami’s assumptions. But he wasn’t wrong. No matter how much Ren bore his father's resemblance, it would be easy to accuse Lady Ravenshire of infidelity. You recall how content she had looked during tea, doting on her son and feeding him biscuits while she held him on her lap, refusing to hand him over to his governess. 

“Truthfully, it might be wise for them to hand over Ren to us.” Shoko muses, glancing around the cafe morosely. “We can take care of him, even teach him how to manage his cursed energy.”

“But would a mother so easily hand over her child? Especially to…sorcerers?” You ask awkwardly, but there was no other way to put it. 

“There are too many ifs. You should accompany me when I talk to Gojo.” Nanami directs this at Shoko and she nods.

“I’ll make time in my schedule.”

“Very well then. I’ll be taking my leave.”

He pulls out some currency to cover the tab, noticing the subdued look on your face. Nanami clicks his tongue. “My lady, I thought you’d rejoice at my departure. Surely, you don’t want to risk being seen in my company?” 

When you fail to retort, he shakes his head. “Our little parrot has turned into a dove, quiet and brooding.” 

At this, a little fire gathers in your gut, and you manage to shoot him a disapproving glare. He smiles at that, an actual smile, not a smirk or a quirk of his lips, and it softens his entire face. Thrown off, you look away, despising the way that your heart pounded in your chest. 

“Doves are demure and quiet. It’s true they make excellent companions, but I’d rather have a parrot.” Startled at his remark, you watch as he gets up, and gently pats your hand as he makes his way to the door. 

“They’re much more interesting in my opinion.”

Once he’s gone, you whip around to face Shoko.

“What did he mean by that?!”

Shoko shrugs, but she’s about to burst into a fit of laughter. “I haven’t the slightest clue.” 

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[unintentionalseductress]

Hii, may i request an angst one where all Li dreaming about they cant control themself and their evol and ended up killing mc then waking up next to mc? Thank you so much

Warnings: some angst, mentions of death and blood A/n: I have no proof about why Xavier wears his collar, so this is purely conjecture.

.ೃ࿔*:･Lads men waking up from a nightmare where they hurt you...

.ೃ࿔*:･Zayne:

He had you cornered, your body recoiling away from him as you pressed back into the dead end wall of the alley. His eyes are cold as he impassively takes in your shrinking form, your face terrified as you look at him.

"Zayne please...don't do this..."

Your words fall on deaf ears. Zayne raises his hand, and black ice crystals form on his palm. They shoot like bullets through the air and pierce your body in multiple places. Your screams echo through the night as you crumple to the ground, blood staining the alleyway, the metallic smell of it tainting his senses...

How else was this supposed to end? He was a killer, wasn't he? Not a doctor, not an angel, but a destroyer. Isn't that why he was made? You weren't supposed to exist, after all. Wasn't this just him setting the balance?

With a gasp, Zayne wakes up shivering. Cold sweat covers his body and his heart is racing as he quickly looks at your side of the bed. His frantic squirming had woken you up and you peer at him, bleary-eyed, through the darkness.

"Zayne?" you ask raspily, only to be tugged into his arms, his embrace crushing the air out of your lungs as he holds you for dear life. Noticing his trembling, you soothingly pat his back, murmuring reassurances.

"It was just a dream my love," you coo at him, only for him to hold you tighter.

"I thought I'd lost you," he whispers brokenly, burying his face into your neck. "I'd never forgive myself if that happened."

.ೃ࿔*:･Sylus:

Was this a past life? How many times had he lived? Sylus looks at the younger version of you, small but scrappy, at you stared him down from the other side of the arena, firmly holding a weapon in your hand. The crowd around him was cheering, waiting to see who would win this match. He didn't want to kill you. But there was no other way. There was only one champion in this game. The last survivor would get the spoils and the master's benefit...

He strikes without hesitation. His evol, glowing menacingly, strikes you unflinchingly. You struggle in his grip as you're held in the air in front of him, tears streaming down your face.

"We were supposed to escape together," you choke out as his evol compresses your throat. "You said we wouldn't have to fight anymore..."

He watches you coolly, then delivers the final blow. Your body hangs limp, the color draining from your face as the crowd goes wild.

With a loud cry, Sylus finally wakes from his horrid dream, eyes darting frantically around the room until he sees your curled form, sleeping peacefully next to him. You'd made it out. Both of you had escaped from the arena. You were here. Together.

"Sylus?" your soft voice calls to him and he strokes your hair, trying to put you back to sleep.

"It's nothing kitten." As you drift off, he breathes in relief. He vows you'll never have to fight for your life again.

.ೃ࿔*:･Caleb:

Caleb's nightmares were always the same; he didn't get to you in time. Your tiny self wandering lost, alone, calling for him. In this dream, he was a child. He remembers the computers and simulators at Gaia Research Center as they test his evol. Helpless inside the glass testing chamber, his stress levels peak. Where were you? He hadn't seen you all day. Were they testing you again...?

"We need to stop the experiment!"

"No! It'll set our research back by weeks! We can't-"

The rest of the scientist's words end in a scream as Caleb's evol explodes, creating a massive black hole in the middle of the lab.

"Caleb!"

He hears your little voice over the din and watches as the inescapable gravity consumes everything around him. Your body is swept away and swallowed into nothingness. He bangs his tiny fists against the glass, screaming, tears streaming down his face.

"Caleb?"

He wakes with a start and sees you hovering anxiously over his face, wiping away the real tears that moistened his cheeks. Sitting up, he takes your hands in his, pressing his lips to them reverently.

"You're here." He tugs you onto his lap, rocking you softly side to side. As your arms wrap around his neck, he takes a shuddering breath.

There was no him without you. If you were gone, then so was he.

.ೃ࿔*:･Xavier:

Xavier wore his collar for a reason. On Philos, his evol was ordinary. But here on this tiny, past planet? Too much. In his dreams, his collar shattered. And the light contained within him burst blindingly like a supernova. It was like the sun had multiplied, scorching everything in it's path.

When it finally dies down, Xavier squints, dreading what he was about to see. There was no Linkon. Just shattered remains of buildings, the sky painted an eerie blood red. His pulse quickens. There's rubble everywhere, and not a single sign of life. He calls your name even though it's futile. His voice echoes into the emptiness, a planet void of life.

As he walks through the heat and dust, he stops when he hears a crunch under his feet. Looking down, he sees a single skeleton and a hunter's firearm a few feet away. His breath turns ragged as he collapses to his knees.

You stir as you hear your name, rolling over in the darkness and find Xavier talking in his sleep, his brow furrowed as his nightmare continues. You touch his cheek, and with a shudder, he wakes violently, wrapping himself around you.

"My star...you're alive..." he whispers, his breathing unsteady. His collar brushes against his throat, invisible to you. He reminds himself to have Jeremiah look at it, just to be sure.

.ೃ࿔*:･Rafayel:

His fire was out of control. Lemuria was burning, the city underwater turning into watery embers. He looks for you and sees you desperately kicking, trying to get to the surface. With a jolt, he realizes you're drowning, struggling to breathe while the water temperature rises to deadly levels. You're inhaling the heated water, boiling yourself from the inside out as your lungs fill, your brain fighting to remain conscious as life drifts out of you.

Rafayel swims as fast as he can but he knows he won't make it to you in time. Your skin starts to bubble as the heat becomes unbearable. It was like the curse had said, the water will burn as he meets his end...

Your name falls from his lips over and over again, a moan of loss, as he struggles to wake up. You prod him, shaking his shoulder, then finally, his eyes fly open, taking in his surroundings. You were on land. There was no fire. You were alive.

"My bride..." He gathers you in his arms, hands tangling into your hair as he breathes in the comforting smell of your shampoo.

Was it worth his kingdom to have you with him? The answer was always yes, even though he knew it was his own damnation.

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Key:

🌟 Xavier ❄️ Zayne 🖌️ Rafayel 🐦‍⬛ Sylus 🍎Caleb 🦄 Multicharacter

Headcanons:

Best Friend! Zayne ❄️

Bodyguard HC 🦄

Caleb and Praise 🍎

Claw Machine Conundrum 🍎

Dancers of the Air 🦄

Dreaming they hurt you with their evol 🦄

Dating an Older Woman

Flowers For You 🦄

Hades & Persephone 🐦‍⬛

Hot Hunter 🦄

How They Position Their Fingers 🦄

Just the Tip 🦄

Leaving a Mean Friend 🦄

Noise Levels 🦄

Number of Kids 🦄

Pain Tolerance 🦄

Plus Size Reader 🦄

Poly 🦄

Reactions to reader staining the sheets on her period 🦄

Reactions to reader saying she hasn't shaved down there🦄

Riding Caleb's Face 🍎

Someone You Loved 🦄

Spicy Secrets 🦄

Sylus is a switch 🐦‍⬛

Telling them to ditch the condom  🦄

Their nicknames for you  🦄

Unconventional Romp Spots 🦄

Underweight Reader 🦄

Voyeur!Sylus 🐦‍⬛

Where They Like To Finish 🦄

Oneshots:

A Tight Spot 🐦‍⬛ An unexpected kink.

Bunny Breeding 🌟 Come here little bunny it's time to be bred.

Caleb As A Virgin 🍎 What a sweet boi.

Check Please! 🐦‍⬛ While trying to avoid the disappointment of the current dating pool you almost end up offending your blind date.

Colonel Caleb... 🍎 Remember whose mercy you're at.

Dairy Queen ❄️🍎 You love being their cow.

Father's Day Ficlet ❄️ You tell Zayne you're pregnant.

Fresh Cream 🐦‍⬛ Another unexpected kink.

Halloween Makeup 🌟 Putting makeup while on his lap leads to other things.

Hold Me Tenderly 🍎 You are woken from a nightmare and forced to face some uncomfortable truths.

How To Court A Dragon 🐦‍⬛ You unintentionally became his mate. Of course, you have some questions.

It's The Thought That Counts 🌟 A kinky Christmas present leads to more hot sexiness.

Just The Tip ❄️ Why do you make it so hard for him to praise you?

Let Me Take Care Of It 🍎 Gege will always help you.

My Beloved Boys ❄️🍎 Nostalgia hits hard as you remember a beautiful summer of the past.

Of Swords And Shovels 🐦‍⬛ Luke and Kieran inadvertently overhear you and Sylus having a heart-to-heart.

Paintbrush Lesson 🖌️ Rafayel teaches art in an interesting way.

Playing House 🍎 Won't you be with me forever?

Poison Flower ❄️ Dawnbreaker knows you're not really his.

Prescription for Pleasure ❄️ The doctor will see you now.

Promised Sands 🖌️ Faced with an unwanted arranged marriage, you pray for freedom.

Razor's Caress ❄️ Hair removal can be tough, good thing he's there.

Spring and Winter 🐦‍⬛ Hades X Persephone AU

Spring Break 🍎 The real reason you ask him to come home.

Study Session 🍎 Were you really going to make him wait while you read?

The Spaces In Between ❄️ Having two of him is such a blessing.

Touch Me, Touch You 🍎 What's the point in having fun if you're not as well?

Uncoded ❄️ Life as a background NPC kinda sucks.

Vanilla Twilight 🍎 Who else would you go to prom with?

When The Snow Melts ❄️ Back in his arms, a lifetime later.

Landscape Screenshots:

Absolute Zeal❄️

Night of Secrecy 🐦‍⬛

Misty Silhouette 🌟

Homecoming Wings I 🍎

Exclusive Aftertaste 🍎

Rain's Embrace 🍎

Intertidal Zone 🖌️

Where Hearts Live🐦‍⬛

Floating Floraletter 🍎

Fragrant Possession ❄️

Moodboards:

Sylus Rafayel Zayne Xavier Caleb

Random:

Eternal Attachment Birthday ❄️ Gojo and Sylus Absolute Zeal Rant ❄️ Homecoming Wings Rant 🍎 Gege Rant 🍎

Upcoming/Requests:

Headcanons

Jealous/angry/rough sex (combining 2 inbox requests, jealous Sylus and rough sex, multicharacter

Oneshots

[unintentionalseductress]

Chapter 5: Unkind But Not Untrue

Warnings: none needed, longer chapter Synopsis: An expert's opinion, a cafe, and no apology. WC: 3094 Chp 1 - Chp 2 - Chp 3 - Chp 4 - Chp 5

The day after the tea party, you’d gone to the hospital where Shoko worked. She was frazzled, hopping from bed to bed as she quickly worked her mysterious powers to cure patients suspected to be injured by cursed energy, while wrapping gauze and applying antiseptic to those with normal wounds. In between patients, you’d described what you saw, and Shoko looked startled at your words. After a moment of silence, she said she’d need to consult another sorcerer for an opinion and advised you not to say another word to anyone.

You had also broached the topic of wanting an apology from Mr. Nanami Kento, and at this, her disturbed expression had given way to one of mischief. After a few playful jabs at your request, she said she’d talk to him, but that she doubted getting him to agree. 

Now you sat at a table by the window in a quaint cafe, sipping a citrusy blend of tea while Shoko popped a beignet into her mouth, wiping powdered sugar off her lips.

“Will any good come of this meeting?” you ask as you set your cup down. 

“I should hope so. I don’t combat curses, so it’s not a bad idea to get an expert opinion.” Shoko brushes some hair away from her eyes as she appraises you. “And you’re certain about what you saw?”

“Yes,” you say firmly. “I’m telling you the boy was glowing.”

“I’m only asking because well…you know.” Shoko lowers her voice to avoid being overheard. “It is quite a serious accusation. Especially considering how much weeding that family does.”

After leaving the Ravenshire estate that afternoon, you’d felt a sense of foreboding. Ren had behaved perfectly normally after leaving the maze, sprinting to his mother and giving her a leaping hug. The women had noted your disheveled appearance, and you’d done your best to brush it off, insisting you had fallen by accident and that you were going to have to leave early. 

There was something eerie and not quite human about the way the boy’s eyes had glimmered, the way he seemed to harness some kind of unnatural powers within him. It had disturbed you for days, and you were impatient to get a confirmation. 

Biting your lip, you can’t help but imagine how this would play out. Lady Ravenishire’s stance on sorcerers was unmistakable. She didn’t mind them as long as they didn’t attempt to make their way into high society. But would her stance change if it were her own child? Granted, there was no evidence that Ren was a sorcerer, but there was no logical explanation that could justify what you saw. 

Catching sight of your troubled expression, Shoko bracingly pats your hand. “Don’t fret. We don’t even know what we’re dealing with yet.” The bell on the cafe door tinkles cheerfully, and Shoko looks past you before breaking into a grin and waving her hand. 

“And here’s our expert now!”

Relieved, you turn to see who it is. You had been expecting Gojo, and your enthusiasm instantly dimmed, replaced by a frown as none other than Nanami approached the table. 

“You?!” you ask in disbelief as Nanami pauses next to the table, his lip curling. 

“Shoko, when you said your friend had a concern, you should have been clear which one.” Nanami draws up a chair, and you instantly feel your face grow hot. “Had I known I would be encountering an exotic bird, I would have brought along some seeds to keep it entertained.” Nanami grins at you, and you ignore him.

“This is the expert you consulted?” you ask disdainfully, and Shoko suppresses a laugh, her eyes glittering. 

“He is an expert, dearest,” Shoko says matter-of-factly, but it’s obvious she’s getting a real kick out of the situation. “Also, I figured, you know, two birds one stone.” She shrugs her shoulders, and you realize, with sudden chagrin, that she was referring to the objectionable apology you had requested. 

“One of these matters is more pressing than the other,” you say quickly, trying to divert the subject, but Nanami cuts you short, his whiskey eyes full of amusement as he turns in your direction. 

“Indeed, but I suspect until one of them is resolved, we won’t be able to discuss the other. So let’s get to it. What offense have I inflicted that you feel warrants an apology?” He asks the question in a tone one might use to address an irritable child, and it grates your nerves. 

Were you being unreasonable in wanting an apology? Certainly not, and considering your position, he shouldn’t have dared insult you in the first place. A true gentleman of high society wouldn’t have been so brash and rude when talking to an unknown woman for the first time. The cad! 

Clearing your throat, you gather your wits and face him, feeling even more annoyed when your pulse quickens. It didn’t matter that he was devilishly handsome, flashing you a set of even white teeth as he patronizingly waited for you to say your piece. What mattered was that an apology was due, and you were determined to get it. 

“That night at Ravenshire,” you begin, trying to keep a cool tone, despite Nanami’s unserious demeanor, “You and I first made our acquaintance, Mr. Nanami.” 

“Indeed, we did.” Nanami cocks his head briefly in agreement. “Carry on.”

Thrown off by how casual he sounded, you grit your teeth and continue. “While I understand it was unladylike and unbecoming of me to scarf down an entire lemon tart in one go, I do not believe it was worthy of the cruel commentary you made that night.” 

“Cruel?” Nanami leaned back in his chair, about to respond, when a waitress approached them to take his order. He asked for coffee and a chocolate croissant, and took his sweet time asking her which beans they used for their blend. Feeling like your patience was being stretched thin, you look at Shoko, surprised to see her looking pointedly out the window, her fist pressed to her mouth as her body trembled with silent laughter. With no support, you drum your fingers on the table until finally, the waitress leaves, though she kept glancing back at Nanami like a lovesick puppy every couple of steps. 

“Where were we?” he asks, and you click your tongue before prompting him. 

“Cruelty.”

“Cruelty?” Nanami’s lip curls. “Tell me what I said, and I’ll tell you whether it was cruel or simply accurate."

“Don't you remember?” Your temper flares, but all Nanami does is give you a smarting grin, shrugging.

“I don’t. Care to refresh my memory?”

Incredulous, you finally say what had been bothering you. “You called me a vulture in lace!”

At this, Shoko lets out a loud snicker and looks at Nanami. “You didn’t!” She genially punches his shoulder, and he chuckles, unmistakable mirth gathering in his eyes. 

“I did. Was that all?” he asks, and you notice the faint lines gathering at the corners of his eyes, which infuriatingly only made him more attractive.

“No, that was not all. You also called me a parrot.” 

“I did, did I?” Nanami grins and glances away. “You didn’t appreciate being compared to birds?”

“I did not!” You cross your arms, hoping to come off as stern and crossed, but for whatever reason, this only makes Nanami’s grin wider. You look at Shoko for help, and she hastily swallows her giggles.

“Nanamin, that was rude,” Shoko says reproachingly, but her voice lacks any seriousness.

“Yes, I can see how that might sound offensive.” Nanami straightens and takes off his blazer, and this time, you’re caught off guard by how broad his shoulders are, his frame muscular and fit. “However, I’m not entirely convinced I said anything untrue. Unkind, perhaps. But untrue? Unlikely."

“What does that have to do with anything?” you squawk irritably. “I’m not here to complain about accuracy, I’m here because you said those things without a hint of remorse or shame! And to a woman you had just met!”

“Would it have been less cruel if it had been our second meeting?” Nanami countered, his smile growing wolfish. Seething, you make your final push.

“Are you going to apologize or not?” 

Nanami chuckles at that, and it only serves as kindling to your growing rage. He retorts in that matter-of-fact tone again. “Was I cruel? Possibly. But was I wrong? Certainly not. Am I apologetic?” He leans back in the chair, crossing one of his long legs over his knee. “I don’t believe I am, no.”

When all you can do is gape at him, your temper threatening to explode, Shoko hastily intervenes. 

“Nanamin, you’ll think about that and attempt to make amends later.” She glances at you, and although your ire was still burning, you decide she’s right; a more pressing matter awaited. 

“Now the other thing I wanted to bring up…” Shoko glances around to ensure no one from High Society is around before lowering her voice and leaning closer to Nanami’s ear. You lean in and barely catch her words. “There seems to be something eerie occurring at the Ravenshire estate.”

Nanami’s brow furrows at this statement, and he gives Shoko a sharp look. Although he responds evenly, you thought you saw his body tense up. “The Ravenshire estate? Has something happened?”

Shoko looks surprised at his reaction. “Yes but…were you expecting something to happen?”

Nanami suddenly gives you a suspicious look, but Shoko shakes her head. “You can trust her. She believes she saw something abnormal at her last visit there.”

His eyes remain narrowed, but he nods. “I…also saw something. At Ravenshire.” 

Your heart jolts at this, and before you can stop yourself, the words are tumbling out of your mouth in an urgent whisper. “Was it the boy?”

Taken aback, Nanami stares, weighing the pros and cons of revealing what he knew. You were, at the end of the day, a High Society woman and a close acquaintance of Lady Ravenshire. Dare he risk telling you about her son’s supposed association with a curse? 

Deciding not to give away his hand, he diplomatically asks you, “Why don’t you tell me what you saw first? Then I can corroborate.” 

You wet your lips, trying to gather your thoughts, and the action does not go unnoticed by him. Your lips were a pretty shade of peony pink today, and it was a flattering color on you. Nanami allowed himself a moment of distraction, wondering how much effort it would take to get the color to fade from your mouth, perhaps with his fingers, or his tongue, before your voice jolts him back to reality. 

“I was at tea the other day with Lady Ravenshire. While exploring her maze-”

“I’m sorry, what? A maze?” Nanami prompts, and you nod confusedly. 

“Yes, a maze. They had recently put a maze in their garden-”

“Of course they did,” Nanami says derisively. “All that land, I suppose one must do something with it. Why not a maze?”

Bristling, unsure why this was a point of contention for him, you bite your tongue and force yourself to continue. “I ran into Lady Ravenshire’s boy, Ren, in the maze. He seemed to be talking to someone, but I didn’t see anyone. Then…” You trail off, wondering if the next part would sound ridiculous. 

“Go on,” Shoko prompts, and you sip your tea before continuing. 

“The boy got upset when he realized I was there, and out of nowhere, a hole appeared in the side of the maze wall. I could hear rustling, but before I could make out anything else…”

You repress a shudder as the memory comes back to you. “Ren started to glow.”

At this, Nanami and Shoko exchange looks, and you can’t help but feel a little left out of whatever silent conversation they were having. You do your best to describe the rest of it, how Ren’s eyes had started to glow while that ominous aura enveloped him, how he’d calmed down after you fell backwards.

By the time you’re done, Nanami’s expression looks solemn. Lost in deep thought, he’s barely touched his croissant, which was growing cold, along with the large cup of coffee the waitress had given some time ago. 

“Well?” you prompt, slightly vexed at his silence. He looks up, and your heart skips a beat; the intensity in his eyes was overpowering, and you pretend to busy yourself with the last of the tea in your cup. 

“Unfortunately, this isn’t good news.” Nanami bites into his cold croissant, flakes falling onto the plate. 

“What aren’t you telling us Nanamin?” Shoko asks, turning in her chair to get a better look at him. 

He sighs heavily. “On the night of the ball, while returning home, I saw Ren talking to a curse sitting on a tree branch outside his bedroom window.” 

The hair on the back of your neck starts to prickle uncomfortably. “Then…the…person he was talking to in the maze…was it a curse?” you ask, and Nanami nods.

“There’s a high possibility it was a curse since you couldn’t see it. It’s even higher that it was the same curse he was talking to on the night of the ball.”

“But why would a curse want to talk to a child?”

“They’re easy targets. Also, the sorcerer population has been declining. The curse might have seen this as an opportunity to eliminate one before his abilities grow. It may also be the reason Ren was kidnapped. A curse trying to nip things in the bud.”

“The sorcerer population is declining?” This was not something you had heard of. 

“Yeah. I mean, how could it not?” Shoko asks. “Most of us aren’t exactly dancing with prospective suitors because of how dangerous our jobs are. And the existing sorcerers don’t want to raise children in Nulling Row. Most moved out to other countries where the laws aren’t so strict.”

You hadn’t considered this. “Do two people need to be sorcerers for their child to have abilities?”

“Mostly, yes. Two sorcerer parents yield babies with cursed energy. But there are lots of generational sorcerer families that have children with no cursed energy at all. As for a sorcerer and a non-sorcerer family…well, that’s a coin toss.” Shoko explains the inheritance pattern as best as she can.

“In that case, most children may have enough cursed energy to see a curse, but not enough for a technique. They could also be a complete non-sorcerer. Or a full-fledged sorcerer. It’s hard to tell.”

“But…both of Ren’s parents are non-sorcerers. So how…?” 

“How indeed.” Nanami was rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Ren bears too strong a resemblance to his father, so I don’t believe Lady Ravenshire had an affair.”

You give Nanami a withering look. “Was that the first thing that came to your mind, Sir? An affair?”

“That would be the most easiest to explain. Have I offended you again, my lady?” Nanami asks with a bite, and you couldn’t tell if he was being genuine or facetious with the title. 

“All I meant was, High Society ladies-”

“Yes yes, you’re the most devout wives, I’m sure. There’s definitely never been a history of infidelity amongst you lot, I assume?” His words stung; it felt like he had slapped you with them. Your interest to continue the conversation was waning, and for some reason, the fact that he believed High Society women would casually cheat on their husbands almost felt like a reflection on you. Did a faithful wife not mean much to men like him? Perhaps taking a wife wasn’t ever something he intended to do. 

But just why did the idea bother you so?

Realizing the conversation was beginning to tense like a jack-in-the-box, Shoko tries to move it forward. “Perhaps we’re lucky. Maybe Ren can only see them.”

Nanami’s confrontational side dies at her words. “But based on what our lady described, it doesn’t sound so. The aura…that’s usually the sign of an undeveloped technique.”

Silence falls over the table as everyone absorbs the information. After a beat, you break the silence.

“So what now?”

“I’ll need to report this to Gojo. And as unsavory as the idea is, we do need to think about what to do with Ren. The Ravenshires will not take this lightly, especially since Ren is the immediate heir. Lady Ravenshire will be in ruins, more than her husband.”

An arrow pierces your heart as you hear Nanami’s assumptions. But he wasn’t wrong. No matter how much Ren bore his father's resemblance, it would be easy to accuse Lady Ravenshire of infidelity. You recall how content she had looked during tea, doting on her son and feeding him biscuits while she held him on her lap, refusing to hand him over to his governess. 

“Truthfully, it might be wise for them to hand over Ren to us.” Shoko muses, glancing around the cafe morosely. “We can take care of him, even teach him how to manage his cursed energy.”

“But would a mother so easily hand over her child? Especially to…sorcerers?” You ask awkwardly, but there was no other way to put it. 

“There are too many ifs. You should accompany me when I talk to Gojo.” Nanami directs this at Shoko and she nods.

“I’ll make time in my schedule.”

“Very well then. I’ll be taking my leave.”

He pulls out some currency to cover the tab, noticing the subdued look on your face. Nanami clicks his tongue. “My lady, I thought you’d rejoice at my departure. Surely, you don’t want to risk being seen in my company?” 

When you fail to retort, he shakes his head. “Our little parrot has turned into a dove, quiet and brooding.” 

At this, a little fire gathers in your gut, and you manage to shoot him a disapproving glare. He smiles at that, an actual smile, not a smirk or a quirk of his lips, and it softens his entire face. Thrown off, you look away, despising the way that your heart pounded in your chest. 

“Doves are demure and quiet. It’s true they make excellent companions, but I’d rather have a parrot.” Startled at his remark, you watch as he gets up, and gently pats your hand as he makes his way to the door. 

“They’re much more interesting in my opinion.”

Once he’s gone, you whip around to face Shoko.

“What did he mean by that?!”

Shoko shrugs, but she’s about to burst into a fit of laughter. “I haven’t the slightest clue.” 

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