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tears on a withered flower is serving 🍽✨️ but also let me tell you: Zayne.
Zayne scratching his lil kitty ear when resting… omg im going to be sick
I love kitty Zayne sm 😭😭😭😭
where do y'all sit?
Morning after Long Work Days
CONTENT: a little suggestive ... which it is not as this will get a Part 2. Fluff, sleepy weepy. Mainly FLUFF and Comfort...
The first rays of sun slipped through the closed curtains illuminating the room in a warm yellow orange glow. I have been up since a long time but not able to move or shift and my arms and legs have numbed out by now. Why you may ask…
Well, the problem is, there is this 6ft boyfriend of mine practically sleeping on top of me and I don’t have a heart to wake him up or move him and just … I have giving up at this point. This has been going on since 4:30 am, but one thing I can say, he looked peaceful enough for me to just …… (deep breathe) appreciate him.
The sunlight hit his face just at the right angle to illuminate his features, Xavier lays on my chest, like an ethereal god. The last few days were hard for both of us with the amount of wanderer appearance and night duties we both pulled through, barely resting and just going on and on. And looking at both of us walking around like zombies at the association, Jenna at last called us to her office and told us to get a leave. Both me and Xavier didn’t remember how we returned home or if we ate anything or even bathe. I just remember somehow, I got those leather straps and work clothes off and just wear one of Xavier’s hoodies and shorts and falling on bed, and then as I drifted off, I did feel a oh so light kiss on my forehead and being enveloped in a warm embraced and soon I was out like a light.
And now, here I am being crushed by my 6ft boyfriend Xav, who looks much better and I am happy that he got is much deserved rest. This sweetheart of mine couldn’t even take a proper nap in past 1 week. Looking at his face, his mouth just slightly open, his chest going up and down sync with my heartbeat, his arms hanging loosey around me, legs dangling off and his face on my neck. It felt good to be trust like this by a person. A person, even if everyone says “Xavier is the best hunter out there, Xavier this, Xavier that…” treating him as something dangerous, or a lethal weapon, but in the end of the day, he is too a person who needs to rest which he doesn’t get much due to his active hearing or alertness. Therefore, seeing this idiot of my bf, forgetting the world and sleeping soundly like a baby on top of me, yes, he a person to me first before he is the best hunter in Linkon.
Thoughts like these were running wild in my head as I slowly caressed his head and ran my fingers through his hair. Letting out a heavy sigh and deep in my thoughts, I didn’t feel him shift closer to me until I felt a soft and feather like kiss on my neck followed by him nuzzling his nose and sniffing me.
“Stop that brain of yours from overthinking, its going to break soon enough.” He said softly.
“Sorry, did I wake you up?” I asked him letting my fingers graze his back, along his spine which sent a shiver down his body as he shifted again and at last faced me.
“Why you up now?” he said nuzzling into my chest like a literal cat and a laughter bubbled out of me.
“OH, my handsome sweet pie, love of my life, cutie of a boyfriend.” I said pampering him with kisses on his hair and forehead... getting cute aggression just by looking at him and how soft and cuddly he looked.
“Ahhhhh ahhh…. Nooooooo…. Not yet” he said with a shriek as I attack him and embrace the shit out of him, murmuring words of nothing and everything, and he tried to protest that he didn’t like being pampering, but THIS IDIOT LIKED IT. I knew it. He acted as he repelled it but leaned more closer to me as I continued on with my playful assault on him. And he did let me, until I found my arms being pinned on my side.
“Seriously Xav…” I looked at him. Those night blue eyes looking right at me. There was a gleam to it, a liveliness to it which was gone this week. I let out a deep sigh, kissing his crown saying “Welcome back my prince charming” with a small smile.
He stilled for a moment, before relaxing again, “Why welcome me back? I was here…”
“Yeah, you were, physically, but mentally you were exhausted as f… and ya” I said caressing his head and scratching his scalp lightly ‘but that liveliness and happiness was not there… which are back again as you … I hope you did get some good sleep?”
“SOME GOOD SLEEP? No... I had the best sleep of my life today honestly. “He said with a laugh and at last rolled off me. I grunted slightly shifting to my side and saw him looking at me.
“What?”
“It looks painful” he said with a amused face.
I playfully hit his head ‘Its all your fault but ya ... I don’t mind it” I smiled at him.
He embraced me again kissing my nose and then my lips before I stopped him. “Not now… you smell and I don’t remember if we brushed out teeth or what not … Sorry”
“You denied me KISSES? And even EARLY IN THE MORNING? I have been betrayed.” He said with a exaggerated sigh “Betrayed by my own star… what a terrifying thing to wake up to. This is not my reality. Come here … lets sleep again and wake up in our reality where you let me kiss youuuuu” he said trying to hug me again but I slipped past his arms and sat up.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DON’T GET UPPPP…... Plweaseeeeeee”
I let out a laugh, “Idiot… get up now. We didn’t bathe yesterday and I feel dirty all over.”
He looks at me with his classic smirk… “Are you perhaps suggesting something to me sweetheart?”
“MAYBE… but my idiot of a boyfriend won’t get up so…” I trailed off and got up from the bed to go to the washroom.
Soon after, I heard a knock on the washroom door and then saw Xavier’s face poke out, “Is the offer still valid yet?’
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Sooooo.. even if i am swamped with college works due to exams and having writers block since forever, I made a line art of xavier yesterday night and
EARLY IN THE DAMMASS MORNING MY INSPIRATION HIT ME LIKE A SNOWSTROM
Hopefully you guys will this 😅, wanted to write a fanfic for so long and I at last did...
Might post this on AO3 🫣😵💫
But whatever
ENJOYYYY
He knows he's a liar but I respect the fact that he's not a bragger at least
Character customization can only do so much so I drew her
The way I literally just screamed like an idiot just now
Zayne: It's customary to look someone in the eye when speaking. -_-
Me just trying to catch a glimpse of the bakery:
My LADS MC cause why not
(0$ if you can guess who my fav guy is)
It's kinda funny (in a lame way) that dudes were calling LADS a gooner game for having the audacity to acknowledge that most women get periods when games that are intended for straight men will have full tiddy and ass out and have the girls never stfu about how much they just loooove the player.
But God forbid a woman want a partner that'll support her when her body's basically turning against her. That's just toooo much.
YESSSSSSSSSSSS
If we could trade memories I'd give you my five star Caleb memory for any Sylus memory I'm being fr
The cutest cuties that ever patootied
Sitting on LADS boy's face for the first time...
AU: first LADS fic reqs are welcome, have a couple of ideas but im only so creative... also let me know about any formatting i need
Warnings: Smut (obv), 69ing, masturbating, slight voyeurism, overstimulation
Word Count: 3.1k
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Xavier
You tossed your head back, your hips bucking to meet Xavier’s tongue, your brain turning to mush as you approached your orgasm, thighs tightening around his head.
“Lumie- Xavier,” you corrected, eyes fluttering, praying he didn’t notice.
Oh boy you messed up big time. Mentioning Lumiere while Xavier was between your legs was not a good idea but your head was spinning from the way he held you open and sucked your clit, his fingers teasing your entrance.
He stopped immediately, eyes narrowing as he sat up. You nearly screamed with frustration as he moved his mouth and fingers away.
“Oh do I remind you of him?” Xavier asked, his voice low as he slowly crawled up your body.
Yes. You tried to catch your breath, panting and frustrated from the lack of his touch, “No Xavier, I-”
Xavier cut you off, grabbing your jaw, “Am I no different than him? Nothing special about me? Do you want him more than me?”
He didn’t let you respond, yanking your head back to look at his marks on your neck, tracing them with his tongue, trailing down your body again. He bit and teased your thighs, forcing them open as he neglected the part of you that was aching most.
After you were fully unraveled, begging for his touches, he sat back, studying your face, your eyes half-lidded in bliss.
His hand gently wrapped around your throat, pulling you up and switching your positions to where you were straddling his chest, your sensitive core rubbing against his abs.
Xavier grabbed your thighs, pulling you forward towards his face. You whimpered as your clit dragged along his chest. His hands supported a majority of your weight as he held you over his face.
“Did Lumiere ever try this?” He hissed, pulling you down harshly against his mouth, his tongue pushing your stretched walls apart.
You shrieked, grabbing his hair, not used to this new position, eyes rolling back as he fucked you with his tongue, his nose nudging your clit. His arms wrapped around your thighs, preventing you from moving,
Panting, you rotate your hips against his face, chasing your high. Xavier was clearly enjoying himself too, his hips thrusting up lazily, his cock straining from inside his shorts.
Glancing down, you nearly came right there looking at his lust filled eyes fixated on you, the lower half of his face covered in your slick, his hair messy and tangled around your fingers. Unconsciously, your thighs tightened around his head, tossing your head back as you rode his face.
Xavier saw your reaction and let out a groan, the vibrations traveling through his tongue and face, causing you to arch your back, tossing your head back.
You came with a loud moan, continuing to rock your hips as you rode out your orgasm, nearly collapsing as Xavier shook his head, his nose stimulating your clit.
Xavier continued to hold you upright, his pace slowing as he continued to fuck your hole, his arms bracketed around your legs so you couldn’t get up.
As you came down, he pulled away just enough to get out, “Lumiere could never make you feel as good as I can,” before shoving his tongue back in you.
You cried out, your overstimulated cunt begging for a reprieve but Xavier had no sign of stopping, lazily moving his head in circles as you leaned back, bracing yourself against his chest.
As you tried to get up, hiccupping and trying to catch your breath, Xavier dragged you back, “You’re not going anywhere till you can admit I’m better than him. You started this, I’m just proving you wrong.”
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Zayne
“Zayne, please,” you begged, trying to get him to help your aching cunt. He’d been teasing you for long enough, leaving tender touches and bites on your thighs and clit, slipping his fingers inside of you just enough to get you needy before leaving you to pant and chase after his touch.
You could sense his smirk as he lingered just far enough away that you couldn’t reach him as he forced your legs to stay open with his elbows.
“Please what?” He asked, his husky voice smug as he watched you, all desperate and needy for any source of friction.
“Please just fuck me, do something. Make me cum,” you pleaded, your voice broken and wet.
You glanced down and saw him tilt his head, looking at your teary eyes. Zayne hummed and pressed his tongue flat against your cunt, chuckling as your hips jerked.
Whimpering, you grabbed his hair, holding him against you weakly, eyelids fluttering as he lethargically moved his tongue against the mess between your legs.
He murmured against you, “I could make you cum simply like this, however, sitting vertically would amplify the pleasure you’d feel.”
You gasped for breath as the vibrations from his words caused you to buck your hips and arch off the bed, nodding frantically, the words not coming out.
Zayne leaned back and chuckled, looking at your desperate face. He gently helped you sit up and laid down against the headboard, taking off his glasses and setting them on the side table.
His hands threaded around your waist pulling you so you were hovering over his face.
You hesitated, “Are you sure I wo-?”
He shushed you, “I’m a doctor, I think I know what I’m doing,” he said quickly before pulling you down on his face.
And he definitely knew what he was doing.
As your hips were pulled down, you squealed which quickly turned to a moan as every nerve in your body was set on fire from the first strokes of his tongue against you. Gripping the headboard to stay upright, you bent over, shaking as Zayne messily made out with your aching cunt.
It was sloppy, so unlike the usual calm, composed man that it made you impossibly wetter, the thought of him losing control over you made you nearly feral with pleasure, bucking your hips in his face like a bitch in heat.
For how much he was enjoying teasing you it seemed like he also enjoyed pleasing you even more, lapping furiously at the slick dripping and coating your thighs and his face.
You started to shake as your already sensitive core was assaulted by his ministrations once again, the hands around your waist moving up your body and to your breasts.
Zayne’s hands sunk into the fat of your chest, kneading and pinching your sensitive nipples, his hands cold and rough.
A quick look down showed Zayne unraveling as much as you, his pupils blown and his eyes tracking every movement, adjusting his touch according to your reactions.
You press your head against the headboard, legs starting to shake around Zayne’s head.
“C’mon baby,” Zayne muttered against your cunt, “Cum on my face.”
Well how could you resist?
You came hard, back arching as you grabbed his hair, your nails scratching his scalp as your hips stuttered, moaning his name as you collapsed on top of him.
Through your aftershocks, he gently rubbed your trembling thighs, slowing down as he unwound your death grip on his hair, pulling you so you were lying down on his chest, wincing as your sensitive nipples rubbed against his chest.
“I think you were right,” you said, your voice shaky.
Zayne laughed, “I usually am.”
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Rafayel
You let out a breath as you stretched your back, leaving your ass up in the air as the scent of the yoga mat filled your nose.
Watching the video, you copied the women’s positions, relishing the feeling of the stretch.
You were in a spare room in Rafayel’s studio that he used as a makeshift gym with a rack, dumbbells, starmaster, treadmill, and various other machines, all naturally of the most expensive brands.
As you moved into something called the extended puppy pose, your face nearly touching the ground as you arched your back, you heard the door open.
Ignoring it, you continued to stretch, oblivious to the tightening of Rafayel’s pants watching you, ass up in those tight yoga pants and matching sports bra that he bought you.
After he didn’t say anything, you stopped and looked back at where he stood leaning against the doorway.
Rafayel raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his face as he gestured for you to continue, “Oh don’t stop on my account.”
You roll your eyes but when he gives you a pointed look you continue, now fully aware of every move he makes behind you, including when he steps right behind you, looking down at your form.
He sits down behind you softly, as if not to disturb you, contradicting when his hands which find the waistband of your leggings, his slender fingers slipping between the fabric and your skin.
As you suck in a breath, he starts to pull them down, along with your underwear, kneading the skin with his knuckles as he goes.
He takes great and gentle care when he lifts up each leg to slip them off, trying not to disturb your balance when you’re too distracted by his actions.
Once your bottom half is completely bare in front of him, he leans down, hands grabbing your ass.
You freeze when you feel his warm tongue lick your slit, going completely still as he lays under you, pushing you to sit up as he eats you out from behind.
Rafayel teases you, letting his tongue dip enough to brush your clit before traveling up and teasing around your cunt, occasionally pushing just enough to have you holding your breath before he stops, keeping you on edge. His hands hold the sides of your ass to keep you spread for him.
With no warning, he slides under you and pulls you down on top of his face, his tongue finding your clit immediately.
Gasping, you nearly fall forward at the sudden change in position, bracing your hands on his chest. He responds by sucking your clit roughly, hands tracing along your sides.
You can clearly see the tent in his pants, he’s so hard it must be painful. Reaching out, you pull his pants and underwear down enough so you can pull out his cock.
Rafayel sucks in a breath under you, gently nipping at your clit as your hands slowly trace the head of his cock.
Whimpering, you spit on your hands, gently rubbing him, trying to focus as he teases you. You lower your mouth to the head, his hips jerking. Once he finds your clit again, he sucks on it harshly causing you to moan around him.
He shudders, hands moving to clutch your waist, resisting the urge to thrust up into your mouth, not wanting to abuse your throat. He groans, the vibrations pushing you closer to the edge as you moan, taking him deeper, bracing your hands on his thighs.
It’s a chain reaction, whenever one of you moans it causes the other to respond, both of you getting lost in your pleasure.
With another suck to your clit you come undone, Rafayel spilling down your throat as you spasm on top of him. He pants under you, continuing to moan against you, oblivious to your overstimulation building.
You manage to pull yourself off his dick, thighs shaking as you whimper, body giving out as he steadies you, holding you up just above him, his face soaked in your juices and cum.
His hand squeezes your breast through your sports bra, rasping, “I’m buying you more of these sets.”
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Sylus
You moaned, muffled into the pillow as your fingers curled inside yourself, a slight twinge of pain in your wrists at the position but you couldn’t care less, only chasing that high you’ve been craving all day.
Sylus clad in his motorcycle jacket and helmet flashes through your mind and you feel yourself clench around your fingers.
He looked positively delicious this morning, white hair tousled from the helmet and sharp crimson eyes watching you in amusement…
Thighs trembling at the memory, you whimpered again, so close…
But then the door opened.
You froze, fingers still inside your cunt, the wetness still soaking your underwear.
Closing your eyes, you pretended to be asleep, your breath stilling as a figure approached your form.
Sylus tsked, his tone like honey and silk, “You know you could’ve just asked me, sweetie. I know your hand cramps when you do it yourself.”
He gently pulled the covers back, eyeing your position. You were on your stomach, ass up with your panties pulled to the side, fingers wedged in between your legs, shirt ridden up to expose most of your back and front.
You peered up at him, feeling a bit guilty at getting caught, you just didn’t want to bother him. He was the leader of Onychinus, he had things to do.
Sitting up, you cleared your throat, looking at him expectantly.
Sylus laughed, gently pushing you back down on the bed, pressing his lips to yours fiercely. You got lost in the way his lips felt against yours. Whether it was the first, tenth, hundredth, or even thousandth time, you didn’t think you’d ever get used to the passion that exuded from every intimate action. Even while he was devouring you, he’d cradle you in his arms. Or when he’d be pounding into you, overstimulating you to tears, he’d be whispering the sweetest words in your ear.
His arms came around you, reversing your positions so he was lying under you, hands running along your sides.
With each kiss, every sweet word exchanged, clothing came off, his hands delicate, almost like he was afraid you’d disappear.
Before you could take his boxers off, Sylus stopped you, holding your hands gently as he pushed you up onto your knees, straddling his chest, sliding so his face was right under you.
Gentle as ever, he pulled you down, immediately attacking your pussy with his tongue, worshipping every inch of your thighs and core.
Sylus groaned against your core, fucking you with his tongue with enthusiasm. His eyes stayed on you the whole time, watching each time your face would contort in pleasure, listening to every moan, every whimper.
He licked a stripe down your slit, not paying any attention to the slick that coated his face or his own need. His tongue circled your clit easily drawing you close to your orgasm.
You could feel his smirk as your legs trembled, hips bucking without care as you chased his tongue, interlacing your hands and moving them to your breasts. He squeezed them just as he pushed his tongue into you once again and you fell apart. You could swear you saw white as your eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream as you shook on top of him.
Sylus continued to fuck you with his tongue, slower as to not overstimulate you any more as his hands continued to knead your breasts.
Panting, you combed your hands through his hair, a low sound coming from his throat, causing you to whimper, your sensitive clit shocking at the vibration.
He pulled you up just to chuckle, “So sorry, kitten. See what could’ve happened if you had just asked?”
Sighing, you sat back, “It happened anyway, didn’t it?”
Sylus’ eyes flared with challenge, a smirk on his face as he looked up at you, “Well I never did say it was over.”
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Caleb
“Sit on my face,” Caleb said, his face completely serious as he stared at your form sitting on his chest.
Your eyes widened at his command, “What? Caleb are you sur-?”
“Pipsqueak, I want you to sit on my face, I want your thighs around my head. No I won’t suffocate, I can breathe just fine. If I can’t I’ll just move you so I can, got it?”
You gave him a hesitant nod.
Like a flash he pulled you to his mouth, yanking you down with something feral in his eyes. As soon as your core touched his mouth he let out a moan, eyes fluttering as he lapped at you.
Gasping, you grabbed his hair, needing some stability from his desperation and intensity.
His eyes flashed with neediness as his arms rocked your hips against his face, groaning with pleasure as he pressed you farther into his face, rocking your cunt against his tongue.
“Fuck,” Caleb moaned against your pussy, his hands digging into your hips as he shook his head against you, hitting your clit and making a mess of your slick and his spit.
You bit your lip, tilting your head back and closing your eyes, completely in bliss with how good he felt.
Caleb narrowed his eyes and bit the inside of your thigh, “Let me hear you, please.”
Panting, you leaned down to look at him, his eyes were hazy, breathing heavy as he devoured you, using your whimpers and moans as fuel every time he sucked your clit.
“Fuckkkk,” you moaned, body shaking from the sensations.
“That’s it,” he said against you, “That’s right, I wanna hear you, baby.”
With each word that came from his mouth, another moan came from yours, the vibrations stimulating your clit just right.
Baby.
That word alone had you quickening the rhythm of your hips, panting brokenly as you pleaded. For what? Maybe for him to keep going, maybe for him to stay… Whatever it was, Caleb took it.
He was messy against your cunt, not caring about how wet you were or how his face was now smothered and being squeezed by your soaked thighs.
Maybe you couldn’t tell but he loved it. He loved the weight of you pressed against his face, the slick coating his face and all over you, because of him. He was the one making you feel so good, enough to lose control. He loved that you trusted him enough to try this out, despite your original reluctance.
And he was determined to make you not regret it in the slightest.
As he brought you over your orgasm, you screamed his name, thighs trembling at his quick pace.
Only he didn’t stop.
Caleb didn’t stop licking the cum and slick from you, not when you were grabbing his arms, trying to get off to relieve your overstimulated clit.
A deep sound came from his throat, almost akin to a growl when you tried to get away. Oh no that was not acceptable. Now that you let him have a taste, you were expecting him to stop with just one?
That’d be crazy.
Caleb smirked against your cunt as he used his evol to keep you down against his mouth. He’d spend the whole night drawing orgasms out of you if he wanted to. Oh god how he loved the taste and feeling of you, only you, with only him, forever.
JUST A VISIT , RIGHT? A/N: Don't get his license cancelled , please. I have an exam tomorrow but welp priorities hehe hope you have a fun time reading. Doc! Zayne x fem!reader w/c: approx 1k genre: fluff, suggestive (not a lot)
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They say jealousy is a disease. Thank God the WHO hasn't declared it to be so, or else Zayne might be one of the unhealthiest doctors to have ever lived. Too much? My words are not enough to project the jealousy issues Zayne suffers from while deceiving everyone with his cold demeanour. It all started when you were kids, you were the closest he could have to a sibling. As his parents were doctors, it was quite lonely at home, so he just occupied himself with books - hoping his parents would praise him. After all, skipping a few years and studying with people years older than you gets lonely; the only thing a kid can crave for is his parent's approval.
You were the skipping stone that disturbed the equilibrium of his calm pond. He first saw you when you moved into the neighbourhood with your grandma. He didn't go out often, so how would you even meet? That's when you and Caleb thought to drag him out of his house to play.
It was a placid summer afternoon. Zayne felt like dozing off to the melody of the summer wind and staring out of his window. That's when he saw a sudden tiny palm bang his window and slowly a tiny head with pigtails would pop up. He was so confused, he didn't know if he should shout or just open the window. He recognized your face; you gave him a sweet smile and asked him to open the window.
Zayne hesitantly opened his window as you introduced yourself and asked him to join you to play with him and Caleb. "Caleb?, Who is that?" Zayne asked with the most innocent voice as he looked at you with his eyes. A cheeky sound came from below where you were standing "Um..that would be me, THE PERSON SHE IS STANDING ON." Zayne's faint smile faded away, he used to hang out with you both. Oh, but how he wished to be just with you, but Caleb wouldn't let that happen, and soon life went on, and you three chose your paths in life and drifted away.
[PRESENT TIME]
Zayne wakes up from his sweet nap with a faint smile on his face. They say if life tears you apart, destiny brings you back together. Lately, Dr. Zayne has been frowning a lot less. That's probably cause he has been assigned to be your primary care physician. That gives him an excuse to be in touch with you. It is no surprise that without Caleb, he has taken the responsibility to take care of youto make up for the hole Caleb left behind.
It was his first time meeting you in so long, it would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous. As he saw youwalk into his office, he kept fiddling with his pen to calm his nerves. He had seen you grow all over theyears, but nothing could have mentally prepared him for the tension between you both. It wasn't easy for you as well...seeing the nerdy guy who answered in just 2-3 words, to grow up to be such a fine man, who knows his way around words to comfort you, especially you. Every second with him made you nervous; the fact that it's his day off, yet he only came for youas it was your day off. The fact that he offered you the same candy you loved as a kid to makeyou comfortable. The way he is not in his doctor coat and has his sleeves rolled up, displaying hisveins. You curse your brain for having such indecent thoughts, he is just doing his job...right?
Zayne could read you like a book, there's no way he did not notice the way you were looking at his arms. He thought to push your buttons, as he stretched his neck and let out a deep sigh to loosen his neck tie as he tilted his head back and stared at you. "Apologies, it's been too hot in Linkon recently due to more Metaflux Radiations.I hope you understand." You avoid his gaze and blush, looking down.
Second by second, you are consumed with thoughts that should have never been there in the first place.It was so noisy that you didn't notice when Zayne had walked towards you and tilted your chin up to look at him with his delicate hands. "Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?" He kneeled to your height and gently held your hand with both his hands and placed it against his cheek as he looked up to meet your eyes. "Please don't ignore me when you are hurting, I'll take care of you I promise."
You couldn't take it anymore, his voice...the closeness, his neck. He smiled at you and put his stethoscope against your back as he instructed you to take deep breaths. The way he was so close to you that you could feel his breath synchronize with yours made your heartbeat go faster. Zayne was gonna point it out, till you stood up real fast and sprinted towards the door, overwhelmed with emotions. As you are about to open it, a hand emerges from behind you and pulls you by your waist. You could feel his huge body frame hover over yours as he let out a raspy whisper into your ear, "Don't think I'm not used to patients running away, dear." He pulls your arm gently to turn you towards him, having you cornered between the door and him.
"I'm not gonna let you go for if I do...", Zayne gently lowers his gaze down to your lips as he traces them with his calloused fingers.
"I think I might never forgive myself."
He's so sweet... 😭 call with Sylus AI ~ (turn on the subtitles)
EVERYONE HEAR ME OUT!! Sylus can sing but pretends not to. Because Sylus being able to sing as canon is the hill I'll die on and my Roman empire. I just need to talk about it okay??
He can sing well but often jokingly says he can't. Of course, no one expects the cold boss of N019 zone to be able to. Not even the twins. Lol. They heard him do it out of tune for fun and assumed he couldn't. Of course, he's not gonna prove their assumptions wrong. He'd just go along with it. Never taking it personally as usual. He doesn't mind.
Sylus would only sing for someone he's really, really comfortable with. Only someone who could easily break down his walls. Which is MC or reader. Or his kids. *cough**cough*
So imagine the shock and surprise you felt when you heard his real voice. When you begged him to sing for you on a bad day to cheer you up. He reluctantly gave in. Of course, how could he say no to you with you looking at him with those adorable eyes so pleadingly?. He'd do anything to make you feel better.
And when he's done. Your jaw is touching the floor. Did you fall in love with him all over again?. Absolutely. Probably cry a little?. Maybe so. How couldn't you when he was holding you close and his deep yet tender voice sounded like balm on a wound and a hug, a gentle kiss on your aching heart that made you forget your problems?.
And now you feel like you've been bamboozled. How did you not know earlier?. Why did he not tell you?. Ahh! Sylus! How could you keep this sweet secret from your lover? Was he shy about it or what?. He can't expect you now to not want to hear more of that heavenly voice again. He's gonna be that dad that sings to your children. Period.
Now fast forward, MC now shares her favorite songs with him, sharing playlists with him, tryna drag him to karaoke with her, letting him sing for her more often. Lullabies as she's laying in his lap when they're alone? Yes. Recording his voice to listen to later when he's not around? Yes. You just can't get enough of it. And what makes it better is that only you know his little secret. Hehe.
And Sylus, he does it all for you. Going along with your every little requests. Albeit reluctantly or acting like he doesn't want to but does it anyway. Internally, he's happy you're enjoying this. Of course, he's happy when you are. Seeing you giggle and smile widely everytime he sings for you, how your attention locks on him with your eyes sparklingly full of tenderness and affection everytime he serenades you one of your favorite songs just does something to him. Well, there are some songs he can't quite replicate the exact pitch but he makes it up with his own voice. Doing his best to be close enough. But when he can't, he'd just pick another song. He mostly sings ones he knows he can handle. Simple, nothing too complicated.
He listens to your music, secretly learning how to sing some of your favorite songs to surprise you later. Or for whenever you're ready again to drag him off for your secret concert.
Credits to the YouTube creators. Just got an idea for a scenario and wanted to share.
Perfect Worship | Caleb x fem!MC
This blurb is told from Caleb's pov :) (unedited also I don't play the game but I get lots of info from my bestie and obviously...tiktok)
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, kissing, obsession, heavy petting, fingers in mouth, glove play (?), dirty talk, childhood best friends are going to FUCK?, pussy rubbing, fingering (slightly), talks of raw vaginal penetration, teasing, edging wc: 1.6k a/n: O///o I need a stiff drink after that... and by a stiff drink I mean *** from Caleb's stiff **** ... I would be ashamed but let's be honest... I'm too far gone at this point
You’re staring at me with that look in your eye. It’s one I can’t ignore. “How could you…” those whispered words brought me out of my thoughts. How could I? What exactly did you think I did? I want to scoff, throttle you for believing any nonsense spewed about me. Though… the way you clench your fists in remembrance of our childhood is very endearing. It sends a stinging wave of happiness through my empty chest.
“Haa…always so naive pipsqueak.” I breathe out, bringing my gloved hand to my lips. I gauge your reaction, watching your skin bristle at my words. That’s it. “When are you going to grow up?” Break for me. Your eyes narrow into slits, glowing with beautiful anger. Anything you felt for me was glorious as long as it was something. Your hatred for me was going to bring me to my knees. What I don’t expect is your hand to make a loud thwack against my right cheek. The action pushes my head to the left, the breath whooshing from my lungs. My fingertips caress the stinging sensation of my cheek, my eyes wide. Okay, so maybe you were stronger than I remembered. So then why? I want to groan with the flooding arousal to my groin. Fuck. Then I get a glimpse of you raising your other hand, ready to strike.
This time, I stop your assault, catching your wrist in my hand. For a moment we just stare at each other, too caught in the moment to continue. I decide to break the stare off, slipping my hand further down your arm, then yanking you into my own body. You fall onto your knees, in turn, straddling me. I leave the choice up to you. Submit or drive me to insanity.
Your lips close around mine in a desperate attempt to convince me you still had control. I let go of your arm, spotting my handprint outlined in red against your skin. A primal need pulses through my body, driving me to move my hand to the nape of your neck. More, I had to have all of you.
A whimper falls from your mouth as I slot my mouth against yours, slipping my tongue to lap at your lips. Let me in. You oblige, allowing my tongue to swirl against yours in a dance of passion and yearning, built up over years. Even when I could see you everyday, it was never enough.
I slide my knees apart so that you sink further into my lap, the apex of your thighs flush against my stiff cock. You moan into my mouth, pressing yourself deeper into the kiss. “Please,” you mewl, lips swollen from my aggression. Ah, begging me are we?
“You’re grown, use your words.” I want to hear it from your lips. Hear your voice beg me to fuck you. The pitch and timbre give into moans. Let me worship you. Your brows furrow, frustration building on your face. Resistance. Something I know how to deal with all too well. “Fine then,” I coo, tracing the line of your neck with my leather covered fingers. “Be that way.” My evol surges, forcing you further downward until it feels like I’m in you. Your eyes widen and your hands immediately grip my shoulders. I can see it on your face, you feel it too. “How about now? Feel like talkin’?” I tilt my head, watching a shudder course through you. I lean back against the cushioned sofa, taking in the sight before me.
Your face is a deep red as your trembling arm tries to hide your beautiful face from me. Damn if I was fucking you right now I could see everything. I blow out a breath, meeting your heated gaze from over your arm. “Ca…Caleb.”
Oh. Did you think you could say my name like that and not have to deal with the consequences? I grab your hips, sinking my fingertips into the meaty flesh. “C’mon pretty girl, tell me exactly what you desire.” I’m begging you now. I can’t handle it. I’m going to go fucking insane.
You slowly drop your arm, blinking at me through those thick lashes. You grind your hips down, eliciting a growling hiss from behind my clenched teeth. “Ruin me.” Your voice is low, almost too low. I want to hear you say it again, but my body moves on its own. I shift my hips to create an unbearable friction between us. “Please Caleb, I’ve missed you so much,” You’re ramblings couldn’t be a finer melody to my ears.
There’s a part of me that wants to fuck you right here on the sofa, splay my cum all over your face like I’m some horny teenager again. But you deserve better than having my cock slam into you until dawn erupts through the windows. My first time should be making love with you, but I’d grown too accustomed to the art of war. “On your knees darlin’.” I command, observing the way you slip off my lap – disappointed by the briskness of the air around my legs since your warmth had left. You sink to the floor, using my thigh as stability, defiantly maintaining eye contact with me. “So brave,” I reach for your cheek, running my thumb over your plump lower lip. “If you do a good job I might go easy on you.” I warn, tightening my grip to where your cheeks squish inward. Your brows knit together and I can tell you want to fight back. There’s nothing you can do on any inch of your body that I don’t already know about.
Your mouth parts, allowing my gloved-hand to sink into your warm and wet mouth. I hum, fascinated by the way your tongue glides around my digits. You close your lips around the length of my fingers, mimicking a sucking motion until my cock grows harder. You release me, saliva connecting the tips of my fingers to your mouth. “Did I pass?” You inquire, brushing a strand of your hair behind those lovely ears. How down bad did I have to be to call your ears ‘lovely’?
I shrug my shoulders, leaning back once more. “I’m unsure, I think you might need something a little bigger to test your capabilities.” It makes your eyes perk up and your mouth quirk into a grin. My legs surround you as sturdy pillars as you move between them. Your eyes watch me like a hawk as you undo my belt, pulling it off with tantalizing slowness. It’s tossed to the side, the zipper of my trousers next. My cock immediately feels less stifled, but there was a part of me that misses that overwhelming pressure. The surrounding air was too empty, I needed something. Lucky for me, you can read me like a book.
You pull my boxers down exposing my erection, which you stare at for an insufferable amount of time. I’m at my breaking point and there’s nothing you can do to save me. Your wet mouth wraps around the length of my cock, pressing your tongue under the head. Okay, maybe I was wrong. I’m obsessed with the way you push my length further into your throat until tears stream down your face. You hum against my shaft, eliciting a low growl from me. Your eyes glow with lust, keeping me on the edge. This was your way of punishing me, reclaiming control. Usually I’d be more than eager to allow your little rebellion, but unfortunately I’ve run out of patience. I click my tongue, wrapping my hand around your hair, then pulling taunt. Your eyes shutter as I pull you off my cock.
“Hmm,” I like how pliable you are in my hands. Your eyes dart around my face, searching for an explanation only found in my words. “Shall I show you what happens when you're insubordinate?” The slight movement of your head is all it takes for me to yank you to your feet, tossing you toward the sofa yet again. You place your hands on the back, sticking your ass toward me. “You get punished.” I use my teeth to pull off one of my gloves, using the other to loosen your pants. They fall around your ankles, exposing a simple pair of black panties. Doesn’t matter, they’re going to be staying on my floor for most of this visit.
I use my ungloved hand to rub your clit through the fabric, growing high off the soft moans escaping your mouth. “I’ve barely touched you down here yet you’re already so wet.” I comment, leaning over your back to hold you steady. I kiss on your shoulder blades and down until I reach bare skin. “Who knew you were so filthy?” I mutter against your back, slipping my fingers into your folds until I tease the entrance to your warm sex. “You gonna cum for me?” I inquire, not really caring if you answer with words because your body will be doing most of the talking here in a moment. “Haa, I bet I could just fuck you raw right now right?” I muse, drawing my hand from your throbbing pussy and to the hem of your underwear. “You want me to shove my cock in you huh? You’re practically serving me your wet cunt.” I’m hungry and you were going to feed me. “Don’t tell me you were waiting to see me again just so you could jump my bones?” I laugh, running a hand through my hair as you hang your head. “Well I’d hate to disappoint you, so I’ll show you everything I learned while I was gone. Come on, let me make it up to you.”
SOMEONE IS GETTING SCOLDED BY HIS WIFEY!!…and the apology pic.
I dunno it seemed funny when i thought about it like that.
As of now after seeing the cat boy memories, I will right for love and deep space. (all the main boys except for raf…i don’t like him..)
Can you get out of the room? - LADS
You asked him to leave the room so you could change your clothes, but he reminded you that you both were married and had children. (I saw some couples doing this on TikTok).
pairing: Zayne x You, Xavier x You, Rafayel x You, Sylus x You, Caleb x You (Female reader)
warnings: pet names (babe, love...), sex mention, suggestive phrases
w:1576k
Zayne
It was a lovely Sunday evening. After a long week, you finally had a chance to have Zayne with you again, a rare occasion due to his hard work in the hospital.
He was reading a book on bed, waiting for you to get ready so you can go out to eat at your favorite restaurant. The bedroom was very peaceful, the only noises being the cars outside and the My Little Pony opening song coming from the living room, where your daughter is.
You just got out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, when you saw him reading and decided to test something you saw on the internet.
“Love, can you get out of the room, please? ” Your voice sounded innocent as you began to open your drawers. “I need to change my clothes”.
You turned to look at him and saw that he was staring at you over his glasses, looking confused. “Pardon?”
“Well, I need to put on some clothes and I am a bit shy to change in front of you.” You said, squeezing your arms around your body to keep the towel covering you. “You know… I am a bit embarrassed.”
A playful smile appeared on your lips as you saw his frowned face.
“I don’t understand why you want me to leave the room.” He answers, closing the book and taking his glasses off. Then he stood up, walking towards you at a slow pace. His shirt has the first two buttons open, and his belt is open as well.
“Because I don’t want you to look.” He almost laughs at your answer, looking at you, dumbfounded.
Suddenly, he called your daughter's name, who appeared at the door after some minutes. She was only four and was wearing a blue dress, matching Zayne’s shirt color, ready to go out with you, so she looked at you a bit confused when she saw your body still wrapped in the towel. “Mommy is not ready?”
“Mommy is being difficult.” Zayne forces a sad expression, walking towards the little girl and patting her head. “Tell her to hurry up.”
“Hurry up mommy!” Your daughter runs again to the living room and Zayne smiles, looking at you.
“Do I have to remind you how babies are made?” You blush slightly when he smiles mischievously, leaning against the door. “But once you asked, I will leave the room and make our little angel company”.
Xavier
It was your time to take a shower, so Xavier was taking care of your son while you were enjoying your bath, massaging yourself with the liquid soap. When you ended your bath, you walked to the bedroom and saw Xavier with the baby in his arms.
“Babe, can you get out of the room?” The blonde man looked at you, confused.
“Why? Did I do something wrong?” You opened a tender smile to him and chuckled, getting some clothes in the drawers.
“No, of course not. I just want to change my clothes.”
Xavier looked at you, then his eyes found the baby in his arms. One moment later, he looked at you again. “You know… that I already saw everything, right?”
You blush, looking away to cover your face. “Shut up… I just need some privacy…”
“If it is something with your body, stop overthinking. You are as gorgeous as ever.” You looked at him, and for a moment you didn’t know if you wanted to kiss him or to throw a pillow on him.
It was just a joke, a prank that you saw some couples doing on the internet, you didn’t know he would say something like this.
“And don’t you remember what happened fifteen minutes ago that woke him up?” You widen your eyes, feeling your cheeks getting hotter.
“Xavier!”
You two listened to the baby laughing, and you couldn’t help but smile too. “You… silly.” Xavier opened a warm smile at your words.”
He kissed your forehead before he began to walk away from you. “I will get his pacifier. Maybe he can sleep again, and we can…” Xavier glanced at you.
That 's it. You got a pillow and threw it at Xavier, making him run out of the room, laughing out loud.
Rafayel
One morning, Rafayel was helping your son with the art homework, and both of them sat on the carpet of the bedroom.
You saw that cute and pacific scene in front of you and smiled, seeing your husband so excited to teach your little boy. A perfect time…
“That's it, my little bubble, now if you mix yellow and red…”
A perfect time for a prank.
“Babe, let's go to the swimming pool… it's so hot today.” You say, innocent, seeing your son's eyes shining bright with the excellent idea.
The boy closed the notebook and ran to his own bedroom, and Rafayel chuckled.
“Fine, let's relax a bit, maybe after that he can sleep early and I will have you just to myself.” He stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist, giving your neck a peck.
“We will have a lot of fun, but now can you get out of the room? I need to put on my bikini.”
Rafayel frowned, confused. “What? Why do I need to get out?”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling softly. “I am feeling a bit shy today, so I didn't want you to see.”
The artist raised an eyebrow at your comment.
“Love, do I have to remind you how we made that little boy?” He kissed your cheek. “It was raining when I held you and…”
“Shush!” Your face was almost burning up, as red as a tomato. “I remember.”
He chuckled again, caressing your hip slowly.
“Good, then I don't have to remind you about how…”
“Daddy! Where are my swim goggles?”
Rafayel stopped, looking at the door.
“Have you looked in your drawer?” He answered, looking at you. “I will help him.”
Sylus
It was your birthday and Sylus promised a “family day” to you, as you asked for.
While you were drying your hair, he was helping your younger daughter to dress up. A moment later, he walked into your bedroom and saw you choosing an outfit.
“Love, can you get out of the room?” Sylus frowned. “Why would I?”
“I want to change my clothes, so I will need to take off the one I am wearing.”
Sylus looked at your covered body, then at your face. “It’s not a big deal. You can change in front of me.”
“No, I am embarrassed.” You answer, lying. You just wanted to test the prank you saw on the internet.
“Embarrassed of what?” He scoffed.
“Changing my clothes in front of you.” He blinked, totally confused, then called three names, making his deep voice reach all the house.
Two children runned into your bedroom, the twins, who were already dressed up, then your younger daughter walked in slowly, since she was still learning how to walk.
“Trust me, kitten, I saw your body a lot of times already.”
One of the twins frowned, saying “Ew! Mommy and Daddy are flirting!” You looked at the kid, poking his nose. “We are not!”
Sylus was smiling charmingly. “Of course we are…” He walked towards you and held your hand, giving it an affectionate kiss.
“Will we have another sibling?” You almost choked when the child said it out of the blue. “What? Where did you get this idea from?”
“Daddy told us that to make a baby he has to kiss your hand…” One of the twins said. “I want one more sister!” The other said as well.
You looked at Sylus, who was trying to hide his smirk against your hand.
“Everyone… get out of here!” You shouted at them. Sylus laughed, holding both of the twins in his arms when he escaped from the bedroom, letting just you and your daughter. “Can you believe it?” You ask the little girl, who smiled cheerfully. “No, you are not going to have a new sibling.” You said, picking her up.
Caleb
“Captain Marshmallow to Captain Daddy, are you listening to me?” You frowned, amused, as you saw your daughter and your husband playing spies in your bedroom, rolling on the bed and running around the room.
“I am, Captain Marshmallow. Leader Mommy just arrived from work. We need to greet her.” Caleb said as he picked the little girl in his arms. “Let's go.”
You smiled, kissing the girl's head before doing the same with Caleb's lips. “How are my ‘Captains’?” The question was almost a joke, but you saw your husband laughing.
“She watched a lot of movies.”
“Daddy! We can use the bubble guns to play!" The girl ran out of the room, letting you and Caleb all alone.
“How are you, my dear?” He hugged you tightly.
“Tired, but I am good.” You smiled, feeling a bit better. “I need to change my clothes, can you get out of the room, babe?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Why? It's not like I never saw you naked before, you know…”
You poke his arm, blushing. “I just need some privacy.”
He laughed, seeing your daughter running back to the bedroom with two bubble guns on hands.
“I will give you ten minutes.” He winks, looking at you. “So hurry up, or I will have to keep you here for more than that.”