#⋆. 𐙚 ˚ playing with caleb

[crimsonbloomss]

istg this is their go-to now 😭😭 they always pair up the outfits like this, then make me get whiplash with their words

[shouyuus]

YUU I’m giggling at your tags on the Sylus gifset haha >u< what are your thoughts on the trailer?? 👀

ZEEEE!!! i actually haven't seen the trailer i've only seen the gifs on tumblr and UHMMMM WHAT IS HAPPENING CURRENTLY I??? dude the wolfcuts? the.... face-jewelry? i literally have NOT ONE CLUE of what the plot of this banner is, i just know they all look like versions of tim henson and.... i'm not mad about it 👀👀👀👀👀

[anantaru]

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ hot things he does — love and deepspace

synopsis. hot things he does while doing it

including. zayne, xavier, rafayel, sylus, caleb

warnings. fem! reader, oral (fem! receiving), fingering, cockwarming, dry humping, dirty talk, tit play, brat taming, petnames used: sweetheart, baby

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ zayne + holding your body like he owns it

from what you've gathered, zayne always starts obsessing over your mouth while being in you first— his thumb carefully resting on your lip, tilting your face up like he's examining something delicate, quite precious, his darling, his life.

naturally, your cheeks rise in temperature beneath his grip, your skin dewy with sweat and pheromones and the way he looks at you was just so steady it made your belly twist tight. yet zayne doesn't need to say a lot, in fact, he doesn't have to, he just keeps his eyes locked on yours forevermore, watching every flicker of your lashes, every shiver that rolls down your spine as his cock pushes in with slow, thick and dragging thrusts, making you feel the strong tremors in your thighs.

"you feel that, you feel me?" he asks huskily, but not gentle, you notice there was something seething beneath it, something tight, like it took him insane effort not to filthily fuck into you, "that shake in your legs, fuck, you can take it all like that for me? thats not fair, is it?" as you shake your head frantically at him, skin flustered when he smirks at you.

"that's your body giving in, you know?" and then he starts, thrusts after thrusts, hard and deep all the way in, hips sharp and pelvis grinding against your overstimulated clit with every goddamn drag— and in this situation, all you could really do was sob and twitch as zayne catches your noises with his palm on your mouth, still holding your face, making you look at him.

the way he fills you to the brim was nerve racking, the way every inch of his pulses like he's aching to come, but won't, not until you do as his thumb finds your clit and rubs fast circles through the protective skin of it, too intense yet you needed more when he just moaned out your name, loving your frame jerking under him, all from overstimulation and burning want.

"that's what i want baby," zayne grunts, voice fraying around the edges, "that exact sound, that exact fucking look," as a deep groan claws out of him when you tighten around his length, his hips snapping forward when you do it again.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ xavier + becomes controlling over your pleasure

xavier doesn't touch you the way normal men touch, you see, there's no rush to his movements— no hunger on the surface as his breath remained even and his hands steady, his voice staying clinical as he sits at the foot of the bed, one hand pressed flat to your trembling inner thigh while the other disappears between your legs, fingers curling in filling strokes.

he watches the way your stomach flinches, the ripple of your thighs when he presses just a little deeper and the way your hips buck, chasing friction like instinct, and then jolt back in shame when you realize how carefully he's observing your entire frame.

"don't look away, you hear me," xavier's voice spills out like cold metal dragged across skin, remaining glacial at its core, "i want you to see what i see, how you fall apart for me, how you spasm every time i do this—" as he crooks his fingers again, making you choke on your breath as your toes curl, your cunt clamping down around him with a squelch so obscene it makes your whole body jerk upwards.

"you're soaked baby, fuck, have been for minutes, i've barely done anything," xavier's gaze alone pins you down, fierce and unblinking as his jaw ticks once— like he's bracing himself for the ruin he's about to make of you, "—and yet, you're trembling like i've fucked you raw."

well, okay, lets be honest here— you are trembling, in fact, your thighs just won't stop twitching even if you focus on them very hard.

the heat was just too much— sickly sweet and humiliating, a swelling ache that lived in your belly and climbed higher every time he curled his fingers up and rubs, fuck, you're soaking the sheets, desperately so, your slick dripping down his wrist and touching him up— quite hilarious, wasn't it? if you consider that xavier still hasn't even taken his shirt off yet.

you try to reach down and press his hand deeper into your cunt to find any friction on your clit, to relieve this maddening, building pressure that's leaving your vision white at the edges, yet his other hand shoots out— clamping around your wrist with enough strength to make you wince.

"don't," he says softly, but the warning inside was unmistakable, "don't, you're not allowed to interfere,"

you sob out his name in high tunes as your stomach tightens when he adds another finger, thighs shaking violently, you want, no, need, to have him closer, perhaps even have his tongue stroke through your hole to chase that spark building behind your ribs, but he won't let you.

"it's more interesting when you're desperate," xavier admits bluntly, withdrawing his fingers for a second— watching the way your cunt clenches around nothing, trying to hold onto digits, fluttering from the emptiness.

after waiting for a little, he slips them back in slowly, dragging them along your soaked walls, watching you flinch and twitch and cry out for him— and that's what ultimately made it worse, because xavier knows, he knows exactly how your body worked, exactly what it needed to cum, and he's purposely giving you just less than enough.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ rafayel + needs to cookwarm you

understandably, rafayel was panting even before he pushed himself into you, yet when he finally did— it's slow, thick, shivering with restriction which didn't last, "oh fuck," his adams apple bobs as he chokes on his spit, his head dropping against your shoulder with his voice hoarse of disbelief, "you're so tight, baby, so warm, you feel—" the man cannot even finish, truly, he can't.

his breath hitches instead, hips jerking deeper as rafayel curses again and again, low and against your neck, like each inch of you that swallowed him was tearing the sanity from his bones. he bottoms out once, twice, fucking into you faster to switch and choose between the perfect rhythm as he finally settles his entire shaft inside you, his body shuddering like he's about to cum then and there.

because the moment he fit his entire length in you, you clench around him furiously— tight and fluttering, pulsing with that needy ache as his mouth drops open with a broken gasp, "don't do that," he begs, barely above a whisper, "don't fucking squeeze like that— I'll fucking lose it," as he leans over you, forearms bracketing your head and forehead pressed to yours, hips twitching in shallow motions because even the smallest shift made you both cry out into each others lips.

"can i stay like this, baby?" he kisses along your jaw, "see how good we fit, how full you are, you're holding onto me like you never want me to leave," and then he thrusts up, fathomless and without restriction before dragging himself out just enough to feel the strong stretch of you, then sliding right back to the hilt— where he then stays, twitching inside with a sound closer to a sob than a moan.

you were so full at this point— achingly so, you could feel every vein of him, every curl and turn, the way his cock throbbed inside you like it's your own heartbeat as your legs shake around his waist from how heavy it made you feel, how close it made you too, fuck, how tight it got when your body flinched from the overwhelming pulses of him inside.

your stomach knots as your breath stutters, drinking in his moans again— helplessly kissing him as he completely took over your body, "can't even think about pulling out—" his hips move again, this time faster, barely pulling himself back, the drag of his cock so intense your back instantly arched from it, sparks flashing behind your eyes.

his hips slam deep, once, twice— and he's gone, voice catching as he releases with brutal force, cock pulsing as he comes inside you, deep, hot, thick, all of it, yeah? so much it spills back out with the next thrust— and still, he doesn't stop.

"again," he pants, "i'm not done, i'm not done, need you to keep me inside, don't let me go, don't let me fucking go—" rafayel kisses you, like he's trying to fuse into you, believing that if he can keep your cunt around his dripping dick long enough, he'll never have to leave.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ sylus + obsessed with your tits

as one might expect, sylus doesn't even get your clothes off properly nor doesn't care if they tear, he's practically panting as he pulls your top down, lips already brushing hot over your chest before he even gets a full look, "fuck, fuck, you're so—" his breath hits your doused skin, his eyes wild and pupils blown, voice slurred like he's drunk on the barest sight of you, "you don't know what you do to me, you don't know how long i've thought about this."

then his mouth hits your tits and it's instantly wet, it's hot, all of it, it's filthy too, the way he latches onto your nipple with a groan so guttural it shakes through your ribs. his tongue rolls along your tits in slow circles as his teeth scrape, and when you arched into his body, twitching from how sensitive you were, he grins, "yeah, like that, that's what i wanna see," as he palms your tits with both hands and squeezes, pushing them together so he can bury his face between them and moan, like he's drowning in them, like he wants to live there forever.

your entire frame was on fire, thighs slick with your arousal, hips grinding into air— because he hasn't even touched you there yet, sylus couldn't find time, not properly, just the drag of his thigh between yours was enough he believed, or just the occasional graze of knuckles when he shifts to kiss the other nipple.

he wants it that way as he glances down once and groans— loudly like it's hurting him to wait, "you're messing up my pants," he smirks, rutting against your leg, leaking against your skin, "just from me sucking your tits like this? look at what a mess you are baby," sylus shoves his hand between your legs, fuck, finally, right? rubbing through your soaked pussy, smearing your slick up to your clit and back down, lazy and greedy all at once, "you want more? you wanna cum just from this?"

but do not mistake him because his mouth stays at your chest the whole time, he's addicted, mouthing one nipple while his fingers sink inside, scissoring your tight hole.

your back arches instantly and you're soaked, even more now and fuck, you're overstimulated from every side, your clit aching from how close you were yet he doesn't stop sucking on your sensitive nipples, doesn't stop grinding against your thigh like a man gone mad.

"you're perfect," he gasps, "you're perfect, let me have you like this, let me watch you come with my mouth on your tits— let me feel you fucking pulse around my fingers while i suck your tits, baby," as he grunts into your skin, "i'll ruin you like this, i'll make it so every time you touch yourself, you'll think about my mouth here— my tongue, my teeth, how fucking hard i came grinding against you."

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ caleb + cannot stop praising you

"you're so good," caleb whispers to you as if he's confessing something protected, his touch weighted with awe, a worship that trembles through his fingers, slithering up your thighs, then moving over to your waist, ultimately cupping your face, "so good, baby, I can't, i can't even—"

the sentence dies on his tongue because, well, he's too busy looking, you know? at you, in fact, at where he's inside you, at the way your lips part and your body arches up every time he shoves his cock inside you greedily.

and you feel everything, caleb made sure of that— the stretch, the slip, the depth, fuck, he's thick, hot, and so careful at first— so slow it's almost cruel, each inch dragging against your walls until your hands hold onto him for dear life, chasing more, chasing him.

caleb says your name through passion— like the pleasure was too good, too deep, so insane it might break him.

he's repeatedly brushing his lips over your cheek as he thrusts just a little harder, a little further so he could stroke over your sweet spot, taking your frame through new spots of awareness, "taking me so well, you're perfect, just perfect," as his voice cracks when you clench down, "you're so fucking good, too good— i'm not strong enough for you, sweetheart, not when you feel like this."

don't be afraid because, well, caleb will stop fucking you so slow and sensually at some point, even your boyfriend had limits and couldn't push back on his pleasure for eternity.

you whimper when he begins to slide against your sweet spot again, this time faster and caleb snaps, a groan ripping out of him, needy and raw as he's suddenly fucking you like he's starved for it— like you're the only thing in the world that made sense to him, his cock hitting so impactful your ability to breathe evenly was questioned, your back remained curved, your thighs shaking with every thick drag.

"you're so warm, so tight around me— fuck, i feel you everywhere," his hands grip your waist harder, pulling you against his pelvis as he thrusts, making it purposefully more extensive, messier too so you'll make those wet, nasty sounds for him, "you're squeezing me, baby, you don't even know what you do to me—"

your skin prickles from how much he worships you whenever you were intimate with each other, how he sounds ruined with gratitude, ruined with your cunt constricting around him ever so tightly, milking him, how he looked down and watches your bodies join like it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen— your arousal and his cum spreading over your thighs, his cock glistening with every pullout as his breath stutters when he sees it, "you're making such a mess— i love it, i love you like this—"

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[bronzealchemy]

just keep falling, part 3

⋆. 𐙚˚ you’re keeping your distance from gideon … but he’s not having it

after the anniversary of calebs death, you kept your distance from gideon. the image of those petals on the bed were too present in your mind. there was no logical explanation for this. suddenly, a „what if“ awoke in your mind. what if … no, you couldn’t even finish the thought. instead, you fully focused on your work. you investigated wanderers, fought fight after fight until every bone in your body ached. and for the first time since the explosion, you accepted the invitation of your colleagues from the association and went to a bar with them. taras smile shone in the flickering lights, nero had surprisingly good dance moves, and simone urged you to take shots with her. tara pulled you on the dance floor and you let loose. you twirled around, again and again, and then … there it was again. 

the shadowy figure.

right there, across the bar. 

you stopped in your tracks, in the middle of the dance floor. 

someone walked in front of the dark figure and when that person crossed … the shadowy figure was gone.

„no!“, you exclaimed. you stalked across the bar, right to the spot where that person just had stood. then you took a right, in direction of the emergency exit. you were almost at the door when someone grabbed your arm. you inhaled sharply, as you lifted your gaze and saw directly into … gideons dark eyes.

„what the hell are you doing?“ his deep voice was laced with something you were too familiar with: unimaginable pain. 

„I’m spending time with my friends.“

he furrowed his brows. „I mean what are you doing with me? you’re ignoring me.“ 

you took a shaky breath. „we can’t keep doing this, gideon. it’s not fair.“

„to whom?“ he took a step towards you. then another, while you walked back and your back hit the wall. he propped his arm next to your face. „is this about caleb?“

hearing his name still hurt. especially now, that your guilty conscience was eating away at your insides. but gideon deserved the truth, so you whispered: „yes.“

he scoffed. „I know you miss him. I do, too. but us keeping the distance won’t bring him back, okay? so don’t shut me out.“

you shook your head. „what about the petals?“

he blinked. „the what?“

„the petals on your bed. after our last night together.“ you immediately left after you saw them, so scared all of a sudden that fight or flight kicked in. 

„I have no idea what you’re talking about.“ 

your pulse quickened. „there were petals on your bed and all over the floor. the same petals of the bouquet we left at calebs grave.“ 

gideons brows furrowed even further. he took a deep breath. then he came closer. „baby, we’re both going through a horrible time, yeah? I know that. and sometimes … I still see things. I see caleb playing basketball on the field when I’m playing with our friends. I can sometimes feel his presence when I’m working. but my mind keeps playing tricks on me. and I think grief is making you see things too.“ 

you inhaled deeply, pondering on his words. maybe … you were imagining things. because you missed caleb so desperately that your mind was making things up that awoke hope in you that the explosion only was a nightmare. 

„I don’t know what’s happening to me, gideon“, you whispered and leaned forward, until your forehead was leaning against his chest. his arms closed around you, embracing you in his warmth. 

„nothing’s wrong with you, baby. that’s just part of grief. spending time with you helped me. I found solace in you. metaphorically and physically, if you catch my drift.“ 

that made you snort. you hit his shoulder half heartedly. „you‘re stupid.“

he grinned. „I’m just being honest. also, I miss you in my bed.“ he pushed a strand of hair out of your face. 

„I miss you too“, you admitted. he got closer, pinning you against the wall, and something flipped in your stomach.

„I missed you. you missed me.“ his mouth wandered over your jaw, down to your neck. he pressed his lips right where your pulse thrummed. „does this mean you’ll come back to my place tonight?“

you shook your head. 

„no? that’s okay.“ he backed away slowly, but you grabbed him and tugged him into the nearest restroom. after you closed the door behind the two of you, you stared at him, suddenly almost shy. 

„if you want me, you’ll have to beg me, baby“, he murmured, leaning against the doorframe. „I won’t start anything until you do that.“ 

heat flushed your cheeks. „I want you.“

„you left me alone. and now you want me back?“ 

„I do.“ 

you reached for him, but he shook his head, smirking. „say it again.“

„I want you, gideon.“ he closed his eyes when you said his name. „please. please let me forget.“ 

„not this time.“ he made a step towards you, grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling ever so slightly, until you looked up to him. the insides of your mouth felt dry, when he came so close to you you could feel his breath. „I won’t make you forget. you’ll remember every fucking second of me making you scream.“ that was the last thing he said, before he crushed his mouth to yours. 

the two of you were colliding. suddenly your back was pressed against the little cabin door, as gideon was pulling your underwear down, while you were freeing his hard length from his pants, stroking him. he got on his knees after a short moment, pushing your skirt up, pressing his mouth down on your clit, sucking hard. 

„fuck“, you exclaimed, as he was licking you like a man starved. it didn’t take long for you to pant, the passion rising higher and higher, but then … he stopped. just for him to turn you around and entering you in one swift motion. you let out a loud gasp, feeling all of him inside you.

„I need you to realize“, he said, accentuating every single word with a hard thrust, „that this is inevitable.“ he grabbed your hair again, pulling your head back so you had to look into his dark eyes. his other hand came around your body to find your aching soft spot once more. you moaned, as he fucked you faster. every single inch of your body belonged to him in that moment. 

„do you understand, baby?“, he murmured into your ear. „do you feel this?“

„yes!“, you exclaimed. „yes, fuck, gideon. deeper. please deeper.“

he fulfilled your wish, going so deep it was on the brink of pain. and he was right. this felt inevitable. like both of you belonged right here, together. the climax washed over you so fiercely it almost brought you to your knees. gideon was the one holding you upright, pumping slowly inside you, savoring every second of this, while you closed your eyes and only felt bliss.

that was until you smelled it. 

the pungent smell of smoke. 

[mageofmadness]

CALEB + HOLE INSPECTION

(1.8k) ₊˚⊹ 𐙚🧸‧₊˚ nsfw [18+] includes: fem!reader, jealous!caleb, questionable morals, cheating (not on caleb it's just a shitty bf), hole inspections, virginity kink if you squint, dirty talk real filthy, side eyeing yandere caleb for the mention of broken fingers and kneecaps, fingering, pet names (I'll die by the hill of pips)

caleb who is selfish.

he wants you all to himself, and he doesn’t care what it takes or how bad of a person that makes him. he’ll do anything to have you. caleb will stoop to whatever depths, so when you start going on dates with this new guy, he wishes he was conflicted but he’s not.

he’s never tried to be a good guy, not when it comes to you. fair? sure, he thinks he’s quite fair. just? yeah, he has morals like anyone else, but when it comes to you? all bets are off and he will play dirty. there’s simply no other way to play when the stakes are this high and you.

caleb who has been climbing into bed with you almost every night for years.

surely that’s not meant to stop now, right? that just seems cruel and even more selfish than what he’s got going on because caleb can’t sleep if he’s not next to you, and you tell him the same thing, so why do you need to go on dates with this guy? what’s the point? you still kiss caleb goodnight, sometimes missing his cheek and sometimes it’s closer to the corner of his mouth. you still curl up with him on the couch and wear his sweaters around the house, something he watched carefully to see a change in, but things between you and him are the same, so surely you're not about to take all of that from him now? all because of some guy you met at work?

yet, said guy won’t leave, and caleb does not like it. he deals, he manages, but he does not like sharing because, once again, he is selfish.

caleb who meets the guy for the first time and instantly hates him. not even because he’s taking you out, it’s because he’s spineless. a boy that couldn’t even look him in the eyes to shake hands. a boy—plain and simple. caleb can’t help but feel bad for the guy, really, considering he’s taking you on a date, but you’ll come home to caleb at the end of the night and curl up with caleb in bed.

caleb is not above any of this because this guy is fleeting, he has to be. he doesn’t know you, he doesn’t know what you like or want or need. not the way caleb does.

caleb who is waiting up for you when you come home.

it’s been a few months of dates with this guy, but caleb still gets his corner of the mouth kiss every other night, and last night he fell asleep to the feeling of your soft thigh thrown over his middle, so it should be fine, right? instead you come home in tears, and his first instinct is to break the man’s hands. he needs to start with the fingers, then maybe his wrists.

“pips, what’s wrong?”

you’re adamant it’s nothing. that nothing happened and you’re overreacting and caleb thinks sure, you can overreact sometimes but everyone can and that’s what he’s here for: to understand and react accordingly as well. but he cannot do that, caleb cannot protect you, if you do not tell him what’s wrong. sitting in his lap on the couch, face buried in his neck, he can’t understand what you’re mumbling. it comes out like something is wrong with me, which surely cannot be the case. caleb must have heard wrong. 

“something is wrong with you?” you nod. “nothing is wrong with you, sweetheart. why are you saying that?” caleb takes a deep breath. “you gotta tell me what’s happening or i can’t help.”

by the time caleb listens to the half-mumbled words you manage to get out around an errant sniffles, he’s already decided hands, wrist, and kneecaps will need to be broken to atone for this because that guy has some nerve insinuating there’s a single thing wrong with you. just because you didn’t want to kiss him? or, you tell caleb that you were fine kissing him, but when he tried to take things further, that’s when there were issues.

honestly, it takes everything in caleb not to scoff. the guy's more of a coward than he had initially gauged if he thought he a) deserved more than a kiss, first of all, and b) something is wrong with you because when he shoved his hand down your pants you weren't wet.

the guy doesn't exactly sound like a romeo.

“i don’t trust him,” caleb says plainly. “i never did. you deserve better, and i should have never let you walk out of that door.” you only sniffle and caleb tampers down his anger and tries again. “i’m so sorry, sweetheart. there’s nothing wrong with you, you know that?” nothing again, and caleb sighs. finally, “do you trust me?”

you nod, arms tightening around his neck.

“he touched you here?” caleb asks. his hand skates around your hip. you squirm in his lap but give him a small yes when his fingers dip between your thighs. “just touched or…”

nothing else, you’re adamant and caleb trusts you explicitly, but his blood is boiling hot and he just…he needs to be sure. caleb sits up, and you hmph, but he shushes you. he needs you to know there’s not a thing wrong with you, that this isn’t a you issue. he smooths his hand over the hem of your dress that rides up the back of your thighs when he moves, draping you over his lap this time, ass up.

“were you going to fuck him?” caleb gets a gut wrenching maybe in response as he marvels at the silky smooth expanse of the back of your legs. so, so pretty. “why?” he unfairly demands. “you liked him that much?”

you shake your head, breathing heavy against his thighs. “no, just wanted to know…what it felt like.”

“that’s what i’m here for, pips.” he says, waiting for you to stop him, but you don’t. you gasp as he rucks up your dress, letting it pool around your waist. he groans at the sight of bright red panties, the curve of your ass settled pretty over his lap about to be his undoing. “you know that right? tell me you know that.” he pleads. "can i touch you?"

"please."

caleb wastes no time. he thumbs at your hole, over the red lace that's wet under his touch. “you ever fuck yourself, sweetheart?”

you whine his name in embarrassment, but eventually nod. he groans, imagining you in bed or the shower with your fingers buried to the knuckle in your cunt. maybe while he's in the other room, or maybe in the shower right before you crawl into bed with him.

“good girl,” he mumbles and feels you relax more. “but what's all this about?” caleb pulls his thumb back, and pops it in his mouth. he groans. “thought he was adamant something was wrong and this pussy doesn’t get wet.” caleb tsks but sighs in relief when he realizes they guy really didn't get this far. “doesn’t seem a problem to me, so, then what is it? tell me the difference here, pips.”

he hears you stammer out "y–you, caleb," and feels satisfaction like a bat to the back of the head, making him dizzy. concussing him. caleb's fingers trace over edges of lace and soft skin. “so pretty, baby. will you sit still while i take a look?”

“why?”

“nothing is wrong, sweetheart. i just want to make sure he didn't hurt this pretty hole.”

he feels you shiver, and caleb can't help but grin.

that guy didn't stand a chance.

he slowly drags your underwear down, discarding them in his pocket for safe keeping. what greets him when he looks back is the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen, actually. it’s jaw-dropping, and wet. so clearly wet from the way it looks, sticky and peeking out between plush thighs over his lap.

“my heart, pips, i cant take it.” caleb says as he grips your hips, then your ass. watching your skin bloom pink as he spreads you open to see more. “hold still. i know you know that you can ask anything of me, so if this hole is needy, you come to me now, understood?”

"you need someone to take care of you, not someone that's going to shove his hands down your pants and expect anything, got it?"

he spreads your pussy open, watching as it twitches under his touch and when he presses a finger against your hole, it gives easily. "tight and greedy," he tsks.

caleb cannot help but tease. your pussy is perfect and untouched. he plays with it, watching you respond. watching as you jump when he pushes just the tip of two fingers in. pink and so sweet, caleb's mouth waters. "she's so pretty, sweetheart. i do think we're gonna have an issue though. i dunno if i can fit into a tiny hole like this." he hooks his finger and uses it to stretch you open and you moan his name. "don't get fussy. we'll figure it out, pips."

he watches as you whimper and moan, working yourself into a near fit over the prodding of his fingers. the way he spreads you open, leaning close and letting his breath ghost over your twitching hole. watching for your reactions and never giving you enough.

“doesn't even seem like i need to train this little hole to only get wet for me, hm? seems she’s already taken care of that herself."

"you're so soft, sweetheart.”

"can i make you come? looks like you need it." he kisses the back of your head, and then your shoulder. mumbling, "promise I'll take such good care of you. how could i not? i've got the sweetest thing in my lap right now, all wet and whining...mhm, you are whining, pips, but that's okay. just let me..."

after readjusting your hips, you easily take two of his fingers, all the way to the knuckle and instead of imginging you doing this to yourself, caleb watches as his own fingers disappear into your cunt. you're a needy thing, too, and he groans. imagining you struggling to take his cock but you would because you're, "so good, baby. so good for me, just like that. does that feel good?"

watching as your thighs fall further apart, as you start to cry for him. for more. for him to kiss you, and caleb does. of course he does. he pulls his fingers out, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder as he heads for his bed.

"think i'm gonna fuck you, pips," caleb mumbles, bringing a hand down on your ass. you scold him, still limp-legged and breathing heavy. head heavy in the clouds. caleb grins and tosses you onto the bed. "you want that? then we'll have another look at that hole."

@ mageofmadness 2025. ִֶָ. 234.108.120 238.165.187

[el4ise]

don't stray﹐don't ever go away!

starring ⤷ lads li’s x reader (seperate)

genre ⤷ angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

now playing.. ♫ nothing’s gonna hurt you baby - cigarettes after s*x

✦ them taking care of you after getting injured

𝘀𝘆𝗹𝘂𝘀

he already knew you got hurt before you could even tell him, afterall, mephisto was always at the back of your head. after a tough fight with a wanderer, you've managed to defeat it. not spotless, though.

you clutched the side of your stomach in pain as you slumped down a tree, sighing. suddenly, a static in your earpeace begins to sound. then, a voice follows.

I told you to be careful, sweetie.

you chuckle weakly. “can't help it, sy. ‘m sorry.” he lets out a low hum. you kept pressure on the wound to stop blood from pooling over.

you're doing a great job. I'm almost there.

a few minutes later, the sound of a motorcycle roars through the alley. you see sylus taking off his helmet before running to you. “let me see,” he crouched down to your level and you take off your hand, revealing a slice wound on your hip. “it’s not too deep. I can treat you.”

he carries you effortlessly on his shoulders, careful not to accidentally bump the wound. he placed you infront of him, sitting behind you and putting the helmet on you. “it’s safer if you’re caged in my arms. don’t want you to get hurt more.” that's the last thing he said before driving off.

once you had settled down in the comfort of his home, he sets you on the couch and he grabs the medkit. he sits on the side, adjusting your body so you're laying on his lap. “this’ll sting, okay kitten?” he waits until you've nodded, and dabs the cotton ball with medicine on your wound. you wince and your hand fists on his jeans. his free hand plops infront of your face. “hold it. squeeze when it hurts.” you take his hand, squeezing it occasionally as he treats your wounds.

you can't always guarantee safety— especially when working as a hunter. but you know you’ll be okay in the end. especially with sylus by your side.

𝘇𝗮𝘆𝗻𝗲

you managed to make way to akso hospital even with your head spinning in circles. walking with a limp through the doors, the moment you do, tons of doctors and nurses rush to help you. you hear a distinct “call doctor zayne, now!” before your vision blurs.

you wake up to a familiar figure turned behind as you open your eyes. “..zayne?” he quickly turns around, his glasses slightly slipping on his nose bridge. “good, you're awake. don't sit up, you'll get a headache.”

he sits down on a stool beside the hospital bed. “why didn't you call me? the hospital is too far away from your mission site. your condition could've gotten wor-” you cut him off before he lectures you further. placing a hand on top of his. “my phone died. and It was a solo mission. I could only go to you.” he sighs, fixing his glasses. he grabs a pack of medicine from the cupboard and a glass of water. “here. it’ll ease the pain.” you nodded, gulping down the medicine along with water. “fortunately you passed out due to exhaustion and not the injury on your head. you got a minor concussion, but I got you. you didn’t obtain any further danger than that.” you smile. “thank you, zayne.” he rubs your palm with his thumb. “get some rest. call me if you need anything.”

zayne kept his composure, but later on you found out from the nurse he was worried sick and treated you himself instead of letting other doctors help, insisting he doesn’t trust others well enough to treat you.

he’d do anything if it meant you were safe.

© el4ise ✦ do not repost or translate

# ──── @nishikio, @jeondyy, @ruenaie

ellie’s thoughts 𐙚 this was rotting in my drafts for so long, so here’s a ‘lil something while waiting for my next work. (sneak peak > masquerade ball w/ colonel caleb ;p)

[bitchyglitterkoala]

‘𝐄𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐀𝐓 𝟓𝟎𝟎 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 🚗

plot! ⋆𐙚₊ : you really wanted to get your neighbor’s attention. you’ve tried everything as far as ruining your own car so riki could help a damsel in distress. after all, boys love helping pretty girls in trouble. ♡

genre! ⋆𐙚₊: fluff

warnings! ⋆𐙚₊: swearing ; smoking ; argument : suggestive themes ; skin ship; kissing ; probably more

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

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It was a bad night. Really bad night.

The whole time you were supposed to be sleeping you couldn’t help but squirm like a child in your bed, with sweat dripping from your forehead to your stomach.

Your eyes were blurry and mind hazy, it was so hot, too hot. Your red cheeks were burning so much it felt you had a fever. It might be an exaggeration, but closest thing you could link your situation to was a cat in heat.

How can you blame yourself? You’ve been working so hard, switching between school, work and money struggles.. Life was so difficult on you, and your body was begging, pleading and screaming for a pause, a relief.

At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself. If you were actually frank with yourself, the truth would be that your neighbor has been making you crazy for months.

He’s new to the apartment, and only moved in four months ago. The man is tall, slightly tan.. He wears comfortable clothes like sweatpants and hoodies like a loser who doesn’t have a job. His gaze is sharp and lips plump, and the best of all, he had biceps. Biceps you’ve been dreaming about getting buried in ever since you’ve seen them. You see him practically everyday, yet you can not do the first move. It’s like your brain is stopping you from any kind of embarrassing situations, ever since Caleb has dumped you on message.

Does life really have to be like this? Why can’t you be a free confident and independent woman who faces challenges in no fear.

You needed a plan, a clever plan.

For a week, your mind has been planning the perfect “unfailable” and smart trap to get that man in your pants. There was no room for any romance, you were too busy to get your heart broken again, so hooking up with your wet dream is the best solution.

Not long ago you’ve seen him working on a car, like he was fixing it. Eventually you’ve thought about accidentally on purpose break some things here and there with your car.

During the night, you cut some wires, played with the motor and poured out the oil to throw it in the bin, something you absolutely regret by now. But today is the day, and you’ve been getting ready since 5 AM to put on the best show.

You know your neighbor comes out of his apartment everyday to smoke a cigarette in the parking at exactly 7:12, which made his ‘unemployed junkie’ allegations even worse.

You’ve been waiting in your car for at least thirty minutes for him to come out of his cave and have his smoke break. Once you finally see him, you feel your heart skipping a beat, your cheeks reddening and your hands sweating.

“Okay Y/N, you got this.”

Before beginning your plan, you grab your makeup bag to powder you face and perfume your skin with some cheap Britney Spears perfume you bought at the dollar store, hoping to smell heavenly.

“Oh no! Not today please! I’m at my last warning!” you whine as you put on your best performance, thanks to these drama classes your mom forced you to take back in high school.

“I can’t be late again!” you sigh as you hit on your steering wheel.

A smirk can’t help but appear on your face when you see him approaching from the corner of your eye.

“A problem miss?” the giant man asks, his cigarette still in his hand.

“My stupid car.. I have a very important meeting today and I’m on my last warning. If I’m late again my boss is going to kill me!” you cry, with your exaggerated feminine voice.

The man raises his eyebrows and tilts his head to check the label of your car. “A fiat 500 huh?”You look up at him acting confused.

“Yeah.. why..?” you mumble in a shaky voice, like you’re about to cry. “These cars are known to be trash. No wonder it’s not working.” he replies, getting comfortable and resting his arm on the edge of your window.

“I didn’t know, now I have to call the garage and use my savings for the holidays to drive again..” you sigh, looking down at your bare thighs, thanks to this pink short ass skirt.

“I mean.. I can still check what’s wrong and do some things here and there.” the man shrugs, looking so unbothered with his hood on.

“Really? Thank goodness. Your name?”

“Uh.. I’m Riki. Do you mind getting out of the car? You can go home and call your boss while I take care of your ‘car’.” How rude! What does he mean ‘going home’! He’s completely ruining her plans.

“Y-yeah..” you stutter in embarrassment. It’s like no matter what you do, shame is not something you can escape. You get out of the car, hand him the keys and walk off to your apartment. The sound of your heels clicking resonating in your mind, fading in with the loud insults your own mind is making.

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It’s been approximately 2 hours since Riki has been toying on your car. You didn’t think you would cause so much damage and you’re actually starting to regret destroying your car yesterday night. But you can’t be left in defeat, no, not this time. Luckily, you baked some cookies during the time he was fixing your car, and now decided to try approaching him again.

Once you come down to the parking you see your neighbor still fixing your car. To your surprise, the man is shirtless, with his skin is glistening, wiping off his sweat with his hand . You couldn’t tell if you were getting horny from how amazing his body looked, or icky from how cliché this scene looked. You wanted to thank global warming for absolutely destroying our climate, and making a day in the middle of April, in London, as hot as a summer day in Morocco.

“Water?” you say as you walk to him with the plate of cookies in your hand, a fresh bottle of water in the other, and a soft smile on your face.

“I’d love to, dear.” Riki breathes through his open mouth because of the heat. He grabs the water bottle and mutters a little “thanks”, before chugging the water down, until the bottle is left with a small amount. Gently, he pours down the cold water on his shoulders while speaking. “Your car was an absolute mess. Are you sure you don’t have a stalker or an enemy who tried to sabotage you? Because this, is clearly made by a human.”

“Uhuh..” you nod stupidly, not focusing on any words coming out of his mouth. The sight you were given was God sent. You focused on every single detail of his upper body. His jawline is sharp, his shoulders broad, his arms big and his abs lean. God you wish you could just-

“Miss? You listening?” he stops your thoughts right away.

“Uh.. no. Is it fixed now?” you respond honestly after recollecting your thoughts.

“Should be.” Riki opens the door and sits on the driver’s seat. He turns on the engine and your car starts roaring like a lion again. (Its fiat, of course it does not..)

You clap your hands and jump on your feet. “Yay! Finally!”

As you jump in excitement, you can’t miss the way Riki smirks seeing you happy over his work.

He turns off the engine and gets out of the car. “Here, I baked you cookies while you were fixing it.” you say, extending your arms so he can grab a cookie. The man smiles and grabs the plate, he looks so proud, like a kid who got rewarded after doing homework.

“Oh please don’t stay there.. You’re probably tired. I’ll cook you some roasted chicken.”

Before he can say anything, you grab his arm and drag him into your appartement.

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“Careful it’s hot.” you warn him before putting your chicken on the table. You take off your gloves and apron, before taking a seat. “Bon appétit.”

“Thank you, you really didn’t have to do all that…” he hesitates.

“Y/N, it’s Y/N. Don’t be silly, if it wasn’t you who helped me I’d probably lose 500 bucks.”

Riki looks at you with a confused look on his face, while he devours the chicken. “What?” you giggle, thinking he’s checking you out.

“I don’t want to be mean but, that won’t be free Y/N.”

Your body freezes and so does your mind, taking a few seconds before processing what he just said.

Son of a bitch! So your hot neighbor’s not only a jobless loser, he’s a scammer! No wonder he’s always fixing all the cars in the parking. “Motherfucker..” you accidentally let out. “Why didn’t you just tell you’d charge me?! If I knew, I would’ve not let you fix my car!”

His eyes widen, with his mouth and cheeks still full of chicken. “Woah there.. No need to get in this state miss. I don’t know what you were expecting.”

As your temper rises you get up and put your fists on your hips. “Expecting what? I don’t know.. fucking.. gentleman behavior? A real man would do this for free! I baked you cookies, and even made you chicken, and now you want me to pay you?!”

“I’m just charging 150! How do you want me to live out there if I don’t get paid!” the man raises his voice as well, creating a symphony of excuses and blames.

“150?” you laugh, “If I knew you’d charge me even a dollar I wouldn’t have sabotaged my car.”

Riki frowns, flabbergasted. “You did what?”

As your own words echoed in your mind, you slowly realize the big mistake you just did. You clear your throat and regain your composure. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t have any money to give you.” you respond calmly.

“Then how the hell are you supposed to pay me?”

Jackpot. This stupid man doesn’t even what he got himself into. You tilt your head and walk closer to him. “Maybe not money, but I could give you something else..” you mutter, trailing your pink nails on his skin, giving him goosebumps.

He slowly looks down at your hand then back at you, and the mischievous smile you have on your face. You can see his cheeks slightly blushing and his breath rising, but your anticipation reveals to be wrong when the man opens his mouth to speak.

“Sorry but I’m not into this miss, you need to pay me.”

“Won’t you just shut up already?”

You suddenly grab his face and smash your lips against him, making his eyes widen again before he kisses your lips back. You jump onto him, and instinctively he grabs your hips to carry your small body, all while trying to not break the kiss. He walks you through the apartment, searching for your room while trying very hard not to break the kiss and ruin the moment.

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You have him laid down on your bed, groaning and breathing heavily as his hands grope your cheeks, trying to press you onto his crotch.

“Arms up..” he whispers with a dominant tone, hiding his desperation.

You oblige and once your arms are up, he grabs the hem of your top and takes it off for you. Your top didn’t really leave anything to imagination, but seeing your bare breasts has his blood boiling and pumping. He leans your torso down into his face with his cold hands on the small of your back, and begins to nibble on your chest. You can’t help but let out little whimpers and giggles, knowing what’s about to happen.

“Why you laughing?” he asks, in a deep voice, you can practically hear him growl.

“Because you think you’re in control.”

With no explanation, you turn around so your back faces him and get in all fours. You gently pull the hem of your skirt down until it’s completely off.

Riki, despite his want to be the dominant one here, can’t help but blush seeing you strip.

You gently tug the elastic of your underwear and slowly slide it down, until you’re completely bare. His breath hitches, and his chest keeps heaving, he’s hot, needy and about to burst if he doesn’t get to touch you in the next seconds. Eventually he grabs your cheeks again, trying to pull you in, but you stop him, slapping his hands off.

“What.. what are you-“

“Lay all the way down.” you say in a serious tone, facing him again.

He doesn’t want to obey, but does so anyway, too excited to discover what you’re about to do to fight back.

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Needless to say what happened next. Your hook-up session ended up with cuddles and kisses on your bed. You both are naked, holding onto each other, despite the sweat sticking on your bodies.

He smokes a cigarette while staring at the rain violently hitting the window and the trees shaking. The weather went from a burning sun to a tempest, which reminds Riki how much time he spent in here already.

“Seems like you’re stuck with me now.” you say, looking at his detailed features with your doe eyes.

“Couldn’t spend my day in a better way.” he smiles before gently pressing a kiss on your forehead. “..A-are you going to pay me though?”

You roll your eyes and wrap your arms tighter around him. “Silly boy..” you whisper, inhaling the smell of his body to seek comfort.

You too, couldn’t spend your day in a better way.

I definitely wrote a smut part for this but got shy and scrapped it lol.

[chuuniversal]

𐙚 | TELL ME YOU NEED ME

cw: whiny! reader, teasing, f! reader, cream pie, clit stimulation, 🦾, caleb is kinda condescending but it’s hot so! MDNI! blank/ ageless blogs will be blocked <3

being so needy and embarrassingly horny that you try to throw hints that fly over your sweet boyfriend caleb’s head:( cuddled up and “adjusting yourself” against his bulge, not wearing any panties so it’s easier for him to access your needy cunt. it’s been an hour and he still hasn’t gotten the clue and fucked your brains out.

it’s so bad you have to spell it out for him as if it’s not embarrassing enough, wiggling your ass against him and taking one of his thick fingers to suck on. it isn’t until then that your bf has an “ooh!” moment and acts accordingly, pulling your shorts to the side and toying with your clit.

“you’re a mess down here, were you really waiting for me? i had no clue, poor baby.” caleb whispers, kissing your neck as an apology. “a-about time, dummy…” you whine, the yummy sensation of him spreading you on his fingers making you shudder. little did you know, caleb already knew what you wanted. playing dumb so you got all worked up and needy for his touch, he just didn’t expect for you to make the first move. he gets off on pushing all of your cute little buttons.

its not long until he has you laid on your back and he’s crowding over you, his heavy cock rubbing in between your slick puffy folds. you’re so impatient and pouty that he finds it adorable almost, glossed lips quivering and brows scrunched together as you paw at his chest for him to push it in. his tip continues to bump against your sticky clit, slick collecting on the head and shaft. “my my, i think my pretty girl forgot her manners,” he coos, his voice layered in a thick honey. he slaps your pussy a few times with his cock, the weight of it sends shivers through your legs.

“i know you can use that sweet brain of yours and ask nicely for what you want, yeah?” his hips continue their prior rhythm, his length gliding in between you as he waits on you to whine the magic words. you’re so beyond frustrated, your mind so clouded with need that you give in, as much as you hate to.

“p-please caleb…fuck me…stick it in i can’t take it anymore…”

you’re so pretty when you’re pliant and needy for him and only him, caleb knows you can’t help it sometimes, especially with him being away for long periods at a time. he pushes his cock in slowly, warm tight rings of muscle hugging around him. “there we go, princess. i knew you could do it.” he coos as his hips thrust into you, your body jolting in tandem. he pushes your legs to you chest, his cock sinking deeper into your heat until it presses against that spongy sweet spot. the way he speaks to you doesn’t even compare to how rough he is right now, the headboard thumping against the wall over and over.

“you’ve been waiting for this, huh? for me to come home and take care of my sweet girl?” caleb leans down, his lips breaths away from yours as he hooks your legs over his strong forearms. his gaze is intimately drawn to yours, the eye contact between you both causing warmth to saturate your cheeks. you can’t help but clamp down on him tighter, making him hiss from the heightened pleasure. “u-uh huh, missed you so much caleb!” your lips smoosh against his in a passionate yet sloppy kiss, your tongues clashing together as he fucks you harder, swallowing each and every moan that spills from you.

your legs wrap around his waist, locking him in place as he fucks deeper into you, his tip continuously nudging against the depths of your pussy. “p-princess wait i’m gonna cum! you feel so fucking good, baby!” caleb groans, his moans growing louder with each stroke. you can feel him twitching inside you, he’s trying so hard not to cum inside but you’re not making it easy. your alluring saccharine scent is so intoxicating and you’re so soft. the way you’re moaning his name right now is pure music to him, if he had it his way he’d stay like this forever. “c-cum inside! i want it all, baby!”

his eyes shoot open with shock when he hears that, did he hear you right? “y-you sure? i need you to be sure…” you nod, your lashes fluttering at him as your eyes beg for him to fill you until he can’t anymore. “oh f-fuck.” he groans, his breaking point reached as his hips begin to stutter. you feel his sticky load spill from his sensitive tip and flood your cunt, a creamy ring of your juices forming around him. you expect him to be exhausted after that, rubbing his back and placing a kiss to his temple, but he’s still hard inside you in fact harder than before.

“that wasn’t fair, princess…” he smirks as he flips you over onto your hands and knees, the cool sensation of the titanium making up his hand gripping your hip. “you didn’t cum. i need that needy little pussy of yours to cream on me at least once, or i won’t be satisfied.” his cock finds its place inside of you once more, this time his strokes more deliberate and intense. “besides, you wanted me to fuck your brains out, riiight?” he switches hands so that his robotic one can play with your clit, massaging the sensitive bud into tight circles. your legs begin to tremble as you’re overwhelmed with pleasure, his cock stretching you out with each powerful thrust, you can’t help but cry out. the muscles in your calves grow tight as you start to come close, the final nail in the coffin hit when caleb pushes down on your back so it’s arched more, causing him to hit deeper.

“gonna cum! gonna c-cum!!” you squeal, feeling caleb twitch inside you like before, this time his rhythm remains focused. your hips move on their own, now fucking yourself on his cock desperately to claim your high. “what a greedy lil thing, wanna cum that bad?” he chuckles darkly, his metallic finger buzzing against your clit. “go ahead, princess. you can take it.”

a.n: sorry but gonna stop here bc it’s getting long but yeah….hes so mean on the low NGH!! i thinks ill expand on his finger being able to vibrate in another post tehe. tysm for reading! if you enjoyed pls feel free to like, reblog and comment!! xoxo

tags: @awwgasm @zehrbear

[lotsofluvz]

LADS MEN AS DADS ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

how are the lads men as dads?

warnings none, just fluff

note i been trying to write as much before my semester starts n make me miserable. enjoy n luv ya! <3

ZAYNE

He cried when he finally saw his daughter as you cradled her in your arms after labor. After nine months, he is able to see the mini version of him and you. He can’t be any happier.

He is the strict type of dad (for the most part) but has a sweet spot for his princess. How can he say no to her sweet face? He can’t. He feels bad whenever he has to say no to her, but for the most part, your daughter wins over his heart.

It can be difficult to have time to spend with his family, especially with his line of work, but he always makes sure to not work once he arrives home and devotes himself to you and your daughter.

If she gains interest in anything related to medicine, I can see him teaching her various knowledge about it. He will buy her books, CDs, DVDs and many more related to science. He can’t pass up the opportunity to bond with her and his love for medicine.

RAFAYEL

He definitely cried the entire labor and when the nurses gave him your daughter. More tears fell down when she grabbed his pinky finger. He is beyond thankful for you giving him such an amazing gift, and he will forever treasure it.

He is the chill dad and is notorious for spoiling his princess. She wants new shoes? Bought it. She wants a new toy? Bought it. She wants ice cream? Bought it. She could ask him once, and she will get it. He can’t help it; she wants his princess to be happy.

He gained a new muse once you told him you were pregnant. He has portraits of you every week as she grows in your belly. Once she was born, he never stopped painting the both of you. He even bought a separate place for his paintings of his two favorite people because it was getting cramped in your home.

SYLUS

He was surprised when the two of you went for a regular doctor's appointment and the doctor told you that you were carrying twin girls. Sylus was ecstatic, to say the least. He asked Luke and Kieran to buy all the necessary nursery items. You have to scold him about purchasing too much for girls before they were even born.

If you think he was spoiling the twins so much before they were born, prepare for the amount of spoiling he is doing once his princesses are born. All they have to do is bat their eyelashes or look at something for a few seconds, and he is buying it already.

He is a hands-on dad, like the time you had an important meeting, and so did he. Instead of asking Luke and Kieran to look over the twins, he decided to bring them to the meeting itself. His business partners are all looking at him and the two girls in his arms. He is completely unfazed by the looks they are giving him and continues on explaining. He is more focused if his girls are comfortable throughout the meeting. He is the ultimate girl dad.

CALEB

He was so excited to learn that you were carrying twin boys. He bawled when the twins were born as you carried them in your arms. He can't believe two healthy boys came out of you, and he can't stop staring at them. He is so lucky to have you in his life and to have you gifting him with boys who shared the same features as their mom.

He is an easygoing and protective dad who loves his wife and twin boys so much. He always had a picture of you and the twins in a frame on his desk. He knows his life of work can be stressful, but he always makes sure the boys get to spend at least an hour or so every day.

He is the one who sparked the interest of the boys in planes, and they always loved going to their dad's job site and looking at the big planes. He is glad that the twins shared a likeness for planes, the same way he loved planes when he was younger.

He is always there to defend his boys, especially when they started to play soccer. A kid pushed one of the twins, and it took almost everything in him to not punch the kid's dad. After practice, he treated his wounds and bought them ice cream.

XAVIER

He initially wanted a girl so he could have a kid that looked like you, but he was gifted with a son who looked like him instead. He was kind of nervous when the nurse gave him the baby, but once he had him in his arms, he wouldn't stop staring and caressing his small cheeks. He repeatedly thanked you as he cradled your son.

He is the laid-back type of dad. If his son wants to try something, he will fully support him. He even taught him how to play board games, even if your son is clueless and mostly just laughing at his dad while pretending to playing. Although you refused to let him or your son near the kitchen, especially since he isn't particularly good at cooking or baking.

They became instant sleep buddies; you will always see them lying down and cuddling each other. Xavier is really good at calming him down and making him fall asleep; hence, you gave him the job of tucking your son in every night. There were instances when you woke up in the morning and he wasn't beside you. Instead, you saw him sleeping in the nursery room with him in his arms.

[sqgeism]

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 𝐢 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 (𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭) | love and deep space men x gender neutral reader

💌 — ; kinda mad that i didn't take a stab at it ! lads men (zayne, xavier, rafayel) and the habits they've built because of you.. oh, and you broke up (＾＾；)

love mail — added synopsis !! lads debut lads, debut :3 my favey is zayne so if it looks obvi ignore that... (author hasn't played since release be warned for inaccurate depictions.) also i'll be writing for caleb and sylus soon! i just wasn't playing on their release so i wanna do the og three! (^_^) also i'm finally home so layout coming back soon!! love you all :3 do we like the new pfp or do we go back?

zayne hasn't seen you in weeks.

why would he? even if he wishes upon every shooting star that passes by his lonely, office window, you aren't coming back. the hunters already transferred you to a new doctor, he won't be seeing you till he closes his eyes and prays someone up there is kind enough to let him dream of you.

it's selfish, he knows. but who will be around to judge him? the house is empty, his bed is cold, and he can't do anything to change that. he aches, he yearns, though zayne has long sealed his fate. he knows he can't have you, not in any universe where the curse follows, which is every single one.

he still looks, despite this. every cafe, every cat in a tree, drawn to check out every dangerous situation in hopes to catch a glimpse of you. when a client came into his office, they asked about the photo of you he still kept on his desk, proudly on display — even though it shouldn't. it's is only way of seeing you, and he needs it, desperately so. the only thing that kept him sane all this time was the way you glowed so effortlessly. he misses that shine, the light of his life, but he'd rather drown in darkness than let you worry about his curse ever again. his worsening winter inside is nothing compared to the coldness in your gaze towards him now.

xavier doesn't know how to stop making space for you. god, he wishes he'd stop, but he can't. it breaks his heart every time he wakes up alone in an empty bed or couch, expecting to see your pretty face, only to stare at the reminder that you're gone.

he loathes waking up, getting out of bed, just to see your face at work but it isn't as sweet. it's got that sour look when you look at him, and he can't handle it. he wants to see you smile again, he misses being the reason for such a beautiful expression.. but he isn't anymore.

he can pretend well, wear that face of nonchalance and aloofness like it's all natural. everyone in the agency and on enemy sidelines can't read him if they tried. but you can, you always have. and you can see it all in just those eyes.

despite sleeping to escape his reality; xavier is still clearly exhausted. it's more than drowsiness, it's akin to despair. he can't handle this ache that comes with breaking up. but he knows it's for the best, even if he keeps making space for someone who will never fill it again, he stands firm on his decision. no matter how much it kills him.

"there's nowhere else to put these", is the excuse rafayel pulls when thomas worriedly checks on him. in his studio, on every canvas and paper; it's you. every photo of you imaginable is painted and hung on his walls, like a painter trying to remember a distant muse, cause he is. when rafayel began to slowly lose his perfect depiction of you in his head, he painted in a frenzy, uncaring of how long it took, or the care he neglected, he couldn't allow himself to lose it.

you became his muse at his darkest time, needing something to give him a *real* a heart in his work. and how is he supposed to ever pick up a brush when you were gone? sunsets are now dull, flowers seem to be empty no matter how vibrant, and everything beautiful didn't seem so anyore. not when he's seen how you looked under the moonlit light, under his sheets and steady in his arms. rafayel can't name a single part in his oceanic or luxurious home that could ever compare to you.

he noticed that you still came by his gallery sometimes, but word of mouth is that it's only to check if his very first painting of you still stands where it's always been, the heart of all his pieces.

watching you stand there, in what he can only assume to be a growing bitterness to the painting every day it still stands, hurts him. he's glad he's completely shut himself out, locked doors and closed curtains back at home, because he doesn't want to know what you'll react if you figured out he still paints you every day like you never left.

[anantaru]

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ where his hands are — love and deepspace

synopsis. where his hands are while doing it

including. zayne, xavier, rafayel, sylus, caleb

warnings. fem! reader, tit play, petnames used: sweetheart, baby, pretty, zayne loves your ass, doggy (prone bone), mating press, rough syx

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ zayne + on your ass

as was anticipated, zayne needs you held wide and open for him, his palms sinking into the meat of your ass like he's terrified you'll stop taking him so fucking nicely— his grip truly punishing, spreading you apart until your hole flutters around the root of his cock, your skin flustered and shaking underneath his thumbs.

every single thrust was filth— a grind, with an even rougher drag? a push of his cock so thick and needy your mouth fell open yet no sound came out. not to mention that zayne's obsessed with the way your ass jiggles when he repeatedly slams it, the way you drip from the stretch of him was mouthwatering, leaking down on his balls in repeated warm, messy strings of your arousal.

he greedily spits on it now, watching it gleam for a moment before it vanishes into the wetness he's already made of you, his groan remained rasping, like he's unraveling just from the sight of your body swallowing it down like a good girl, like the mess itself was holy.

"sweetheart, you take it so well," he growls proudly, his voice wrecked with need, every word rasping against your skin akin to torn silk— his teeth skimming the shell of your ear, but not biting, no, just letting you feel the heat of his body bleed through you, the quiet madness clawing at the edges of his breath, "you feel this? all this mess? this ass was made for my hands, baby, made for me to fuck like this."

he presses you down so hard your hips bruise on the bed, one palm spreading you wide, properly holding you in place, the other slapping your ass with a slick, loud crack, then soothing over it like he's sorry for nothing— the man keeps you tilted, spine curved like a bow, so he could hit that spot again and again, until you sob and gush around him.

his thumb was dragging your jaw down until your mouth spills open, slack and senseless with drool dripping in slow, sticky threads from your lips to your chest, fuck, he's in so deep the curve of your spine aches instantly, but it still wasn't enough— go for it, come on, deeper, rougher, messier, all of you, fucked open and destroyed around his cock and his hands, all of you made for him to grab and destroy.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ xavier + on your thighs

xavier spreads you wide like you're something precious and perverse, thighs pulled open with both hands, elbows locked to hold you still while he fucks into your pussy slow and brutal— his fingers squeezing hard enough to leave dents, thumbs grinding circles into the soft inner meat and dragging you open to watch your slick hole grip him tight as he stares in awe, like he's reading your soul straight through your velvety walls clenching down.

the pumping of his cock was steady, pushing back into you with every new rut hitting your spots, his eyes flicking up to your face every time you moan like he wants to memorize the desire in your expression.

"fuck, you're soaked— this tight little thing's crying for me," he whines, voice low and wild, "you like being held open like this, huh? you like how deep i can get when you're spread like a fucking feast?"

he bends your legs back more, more, until your muscles tremble and burn, until your knees were beside your ears and your belly taut and stretched and full of him, his cock hitting angles that made you see stars while he's watching the way you shudder and leak around him, thumbs digging into the hinge of your thighs like you're nothing but a hole to keep him warm and satiated.

xavier's grip flexes with every shove of cock, every gush of arousal spilling down between your ass and coating his lap, watching it slicken your folds even more before pushing in again with a low groan like he's losing his mind inside you.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ rafayel + on your tits

rafayel palms your breasts like they're holy objects, his fingers curled above their weight and kneading slow and calculated, like he's shaping clay as he groans every time you squeeze him, cock dragging through your soaked walls and still, his hands remained on your chest— massaging your tits, squeezing them too, adding a lil kiss, yeah? pulling at your nipples until you wince out. 

he drags his thumbs over them again, watching them stiffen under his touch, then leans down to bite and suck and spit warm and wet saliva across your skin until your whole chest was shining of his liquids.

the man pants, licking a trail up to your sternum, dragging hot and slow up the center of your chest, tongue catching every tremble like he's tracing a confession into your skin— wet and utterly depraved, "these tits bounce every time i push in, pretty, you feel how deep i am? all that mess leaking outta you, and i still want more."

he begins to fuck you upwards now, body curved within yours and thrusts angled so every movement drags the swollen head of his cock right along your sweet spot. your tits bounce every time he sinks in and rafayel moans into your skin, hands tightening like he could mold them into something even lewder as he rubs the wet peaks of your nipples with slick-covered fingers, then bites again, watching the way you jolt and cry in joy.

as obvious, he wanted you to feel him everywhere— his cock, his hands, his teeth, his tongue, what else? his warmth, yeah, as the bed creaks under you, repeatedly, slick smeared down your thighs and belly from how hard and deep he fucks you, and still— his hands never left your tits once, like they're his anchor to hold onto, like he's trying to memorize every shake and spill of them under his touch.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ sylus + on your wrists

the moment you move, sylus's mind haywires with your wrists pinned hard to the mattress, his weight over you like a threat, his breath hot and uneven against your jaw as his grip was tight enough to ache, the kind of hold that bruised tomorrow and made your pulse throb beneath his fingers.

it's obvious he liked seeing your hands trapped within his own— adored knowing you cannot stop him, cannot push him away either, cannot beg for mercy without squirming, well, without him wanting to hear you beg at least trice.

"don't you move now," he spits, hips grinding deep until your eyes rolled back, "you feel that? you're clenching so tight, it's like you're trying to keep me there forever," as he fucks you like it's punishment— like worship carved out of violence? yeah, slamming into your slick, weeping heat until your walls fluttered and your stomach contracts from how much he burned through you.

your knuckles turned white with how tightly you curl your fingers into his biceps as his grip tightens, the wet sounds between your thighs getting louder and wetter, each roll of hips a disgusting punch of cock against your insides, yet you cannot do anything— cannot stop it, cannot run from it— just cry out his name beneath him as he fucks and fucks and tears you open, then lovingly holds your wrists like he's fixing himself to sanity.

sylus heaves like a wild animal in your ear and every time you jerk your hips upwards to wiggle against him, his fingers flex tighter, dragging your arms above your head, thrusts so cruel and searing like he doesn't know how to stop, even when you're all tears stricken, even when you break at last— he won't let you go, simply, he can't, not when your pussy was wrapped so sweet and swollen around him.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ caleb + on your head

caleb doesn't let you look away, not once, with his hand pressed behind your own, squeezing your face into the pillows, fingers cradling your skull like he's kneeling before something divine, keeping you close so he could spill his moans directly into your mouth, the press of his palm tender yet firm, like he wanted to hold your whole brain together while he pounds you apart.

he kisses you like he's dying, like he needed your spit to live— tongue messy and slick, panting into your mouth with every thrust that rocks you up the bed as he kept whispering— candid n broken n filthy things between kisses, "you're so beautiful like this," his voice shatters, lust catching on the wreckage of pleasure as your walls seize tight around him, dragging a noise from his throat that sounds more like unravel than power, like he's being wrung dry from the inside out, "fuck, baby, you're so fucking tight, so good, don't let go— just let me feel you."

his hips jerk forward again as your back arches off the mattress from how deep it was, from how perfectly his cock pinches inside you like it's following a specific path carved just for him— at this, you could barely catch a breather, like caleb made flowers grow in your lungs and although they felt beautiful, otherworldly, you just couldn't breathe anymore.

his cock pulses with every repeated squeeze of your cunt around him as his thick cock shines where you're joined— slick gushing out every time he pushes in, guzzling it back when he snaps forward and still, his hand cups your head like a frail object, holding you steady as if your body could shatter from the sheer pleasure.

the man kept you close like you're his oxygen, his life, he moves like a man possessed with a rhythm doused in solace, like each thrust was an apology he didn't know how to voice out loud— his whines lost, eyes glassy and teeth clenched against the sob lodged in his chest.

©2025 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify, claim as your own

[vxnillabxn]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ knight!caleb x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff, a biiiit of angst! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw (alcohol briefly mentioned)! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚this one has been in progress for a while !!! mind you, i have quite a lot of drafts, so i'll be posting as i correct them. but omg !! i just love this trope, lebbie is perfect for it. a man who yearns? yes, please ♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ

he'd watch you for hours.

ever since you two were the same age, he'd watch from afar. when you were by the dining hall, learning which utensils to use first.

when you were gracefully learning to walk with a pile of books balanced on your head.

when the servants took your measurements, only for your skin to later carry the most luxurious fabrics.

he'd admire how breathtaking and regal you were. of course, as royalty, you had to be. it's not like you had much choice. but he's convinced that even if you weren't royalty, you'd still carry that same elegance and charm, the kind that draws everyone in.

he now stands by the floor-to-ceiling doors leading to the main salon, where you dance and quietly mingle, despite not having any fun. he remains upright, his posture firm, his gaze unwavering —always focused on your safety.

he's a loyal knight, after all.

but he sees it; the weariness in your expression, the way your smile never quite reaches your eyes.

he notices.

so when you finally slip away to the gardens, he must follow too. it is his duty. or at least, that's the excuse.

you notice. it's hard not to, when a bright pair of violet eyes are fixed on you with quiet intensity. and truth be told, it doesn't bother you.

maybe it's the wine.

you fan your warm face and glance at him, deliberately, your gaze soft and teasing. he stands straight, poised, unshakable, or so he tries to seem. your lips curl into a grin as you curtsey. he blushes. he quickly bows his head, eyes closed, before his gaze remains glued to the floor.

you cover your mouth to hide the giggle threatening to escape. a rather... interesting reaction from one of the strongest knights, you must admit.

the music still plays behind you: an upbeat mix of violins and a fast piano melody that keeps the nobles dancing. but you simply breathe in, savoring the sweet aroma of peonies and the nearby apple trees heavy with fresh produce.

he looks up when he hears your sigh, concern instantly flashing in his eyes. what could be troubling you? what could he possibly do to help? his hands twitch slightly at the thought, before he forces himself to remain composed.

he is a man who yearns, after all.

he wants nothing more than to fulfill his duty to protect you. or, well, the royal family. that's what he tells himself.

so when you extend your gloved hand toward him, eyes gleaming with mischief —though never with ill intent— and a soft grin playing on your lips...

he's stunned.

you're inviting him to dance. clearly, you'd rather do anything else than speak with another noble, so why not be a little bold?

he doesn't answer right away —not because he doesn't want to—, because for a moment, he truly believes he must be dreaming. but five minutes later, you're both tucked behind a tall wall of vines. you giggle quietly as he holds your waist with one hand and your delicate fingers with the other. he's elated. he feels like he's floating. therefore, he makes you float too, spinning you gently with ease.

it feels forbidden, but innocent enough. he's taking this dance seriously, though.

and as you try to muffle your laughter, he looks down at you with all the intensity he keeps locked behind armor. the tips of his ears are red.

he wishes he could draw emotions, that he could sketch the way your hand feels against his, the way your laugh echoes in his chest, the way your playful, mischievous eyes could convince him to burn down a kingdom. because then, he would be able to carry a book full of messy sketches of you and what you do to him.

after all... he is, in fact, just a man who yearns.

after the brief dance, duty calls. you must return to the salon. you curtsey once more, and disappear. he remains frozen. stunned. and now, more determined than ever. determined to protect you. to keep you safe. to preserve the playfulness you so freely gave him tonight, so it might happen again.

because he'll keep watching you for hours, and hours, and hours...

until one day, you start watching him back with the same longing.

[bronzealchemy]

just keep falling, part 6

⋆. 𐙚˚ you miss gideon and get a nightly visit from caleb

you went to work. you went home. you cried. you slept horribly. then it began again. work. home. crying. bad sleep.

you tried to reach gideon, but he didn’t pick up. he didn’t want anything to do with you – that was more than clear. it was as if someone put a knife directly through your chest. a feeling you were way too familiar with. 

the next night, you were half asleep … when caleb returned. you didn’t know how he got into your apartment – but you heard his footsteps in the hallway. a noise you had known for years. there was a part of you that still hoped, this was a dream. the other part longed for him, missed him so much your soul was broken into pieces. 

the door opened. you squeezed your eyes shut. the bedsheets rustled. he sat on the corner of the bed, reaching for you. a slight touch on your arm.

„don’t pretend you’re asleep, honey.“ his voice was hoarse as whiskey and melodic as ever. you couldn’t believe he was here. couldn’t believe he really was alive.

you jerked up – and there he was, violet gaze fixed on you. „I hate you“, you spit out. then you shoved him. „I hate you.“

he smiled at your words. „didn’t seem that way when you begged me for my cock.“

your body reacted on it’s own – your hand collided with his cheek. the echo of your slap and your breathing were the only noises in the room. you stared at each other, your chest heaving, his smile wiped from his lips. 

„you left me for over a year. you let me believe you were dead. and then you played mind games with me and gideon to the point of us doubting reality. give me one reason … one reason not to pull my weapon right now and shoot you.“

there it was again, his slight smile. it was different than the one you were so familiar with. this smile had an edge to it. a different side to the caleb you once knew. „do it, honey. I invite you to.“ the smile faded slowly. his brows furrowed, the violet in his eyes turning cold. „because it wouldn’t hurt less than what you have done to me already.“ 

your cheeks flushed, angry heat creeping into them. „I thought you were dead!“

„you couldn’t wait for gideon to …“ 

you didn’t let him finish the sentence. in one swift movement, you grabbed your gun from the nightstand, then you were on him, straddling him, gun pointed right to his head. „one more word and I’ll make sure you die for real this time.“

caleb leaned back on his elbows, looking up at you. „are you sure you’re ready for that, little apple?“ 

„you have lost every permission to give me a petname“, you snarled, pushing the gun deeper into his skin.

caleb grabbed your wrist, holding you in place. „can gideon give you a petname?“, he sneered. „what does he call you, huh? baby?“ he laughed without any humor. „I heard him call lots of girls by that petname at the DAA, you know. we had fun times together. or rather gideon had a lot of fun. with a lot of girls. there were times where he fucked several in …“ 

without letting him finish that sentence, you yanked your hand back, ready to strike – but he was faster. in one swift motion, he spun you around until he was the one pinning you down, forcefully grabbing both of your wrists. you held on to your gun, grinding your teeth together. 

„stop talking about him!“

„why? I thought you loved talking about him.“

you hooked your legs around his, shoved your elbow up, and managed to throw his weight off you. the two of you tumbled off the bed and hit the floor hard, but you had the upper hand again, with your arm pressed down his neck.

„you don’t even have the decency of telling me the truth. of explaining anything.“ your voice started to shake, so did your arm. 

„I couldn’t come back to you.“ suddenly calebs voice was softer. „I wanted to, but I couldn’t. even now … being here is a safety risk for you.“

you tried to wrap your head around his words. „I … I don’t understand.“

„there’s so much I want to tell you, but I can’t. but trust me – if I would have had the choice, I would have never left you. never. I promise you that.“ 

your grip on him faltered. your shoulders started to shake. even though you weren’t sure this was enough, you started to question whether your anger was right. it was a start, at least. 

you gulped. „I still want to kind of shoot you.“ 

„and I would like to shoot gideon. and you. sooo … we’re kind of in the same boat, right?“ 

you pressed your lips together, so the laugh didn’t slip out. then you sank on him, not being able to choke him anymore. caleb wrapped his arms around you. your bodies seemed to melt into one in one earth shattering, all consuming hug. it wasn’t like the last time, where you both claimed each other. it was like in the past – with him hugging you so tight as if you were his anchor and he yours. for a second, all of the horrible months of grief disappeared, all your anger, all the pain and you only felt him. the rise and fall of his chest. his heartbeat, steady and very much alive. 

„I missed you“, he whispered.

You couldn’t answer. „I missed you, too“, didn’t even begin to cut it. but there was a little voice inside your head, whispering another name. 

gideon. 

„I’m not the only one you should explain yourself to, caleb“, you whispered.

suddenly he got stiff. „yes, you are.“

you pulled away slightly to look into his face. „gideon has a right to know, caleb.“

his jaw was tightened, his eyes dark. hurt crossed his face. „you were with him.“

„I was“, you replied. „and I don’t regret it.“

he avoided your gaze, but you grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you. „I love you. I have never stopped loving you. I’m angry, because you left me. I’m heartbroken that you kept these secrets from me. but I wouldn’t have survived the last year without gideon. I … he‘s important to me. and he was important to you once.“ 

„that was before he …“ he didn’t finish the sentence and it lingered between the two of you. 

„gideon didn’t betray you. and I didn’t either. we didn’t plan for this to happen. I know it hurts you, and I understand … but please know that it would never had happened if you didn’t die. we grieved you, caleb. we bonded over that. and that bond … it won’t ever disappear.“ 

he cupped your cheek, his thumb softly stroking your cheek. „I hate that it had to come to this. but … I think, with time, I’ll be able to understand.“

you leaned your forehead against his, until you shared your breath, his hand never leaving your skin. 

„you need to talk to him.“, you whispered.

caleb only answered with two soft spoken words. 

„I do.“ 

[crimsonbloomss]

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[dollyswishingwell]

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝟐.𝟎 <- Here

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° Bakugo Katsuki

⋆☀︎｡ Super model

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Tom Riddle

⋆☀︎｡ Amortentia

𐙚🧸ྀི Love and deepspace

⋆☀︎｡ Long day, Baby? (The boys take care of you after a long day) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ You gave it to me, So i kept it (The boys find a drawer of what they think is trash) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ She’s Mine (He didn’t realise how distracted you are by muscles) (Caleb)

⋆☀︎｡ Hesitation (You didn’t realise they’ve been waiting their whole life to take care of you) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ My Knight (You’re their knight in shining armor) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Don’t bleed for me (You’re always ready to protect them, even at the cost of yourself) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Lolita (The boys with a Lolita!Reader) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Sugar Daddy (You thought this was an arrangement cause their rich lonely men) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ It won’t work, sweetheart (Your escape attempts never work) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Just let me help you (You fight so hard even when your sick) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Always (They were always there for you) (Zayne and Caleb)

⋆☀︎｡ Give it to me (They want all your kisses) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Don’t go (He yearns for you regardless) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Gyaru (The boys with a reader who’s into gyaru fashion) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ I don’t want to be alone (You finally seek them out first) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Would you still love me if i was a worm (Yes they would) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Fear (You’re obedient out of fear) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Level 10 Rizz (Your rizz is endless, so is your ignorance) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ He kissed me! (You’re so excited you got to kiss him) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Forever means forever (They will grow old with you, no matter what) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ J-pop (The boys with a J-pop idol reader) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Rich girl (The boys with a rich reader) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Gym Girl (The boys with a gym girl reader) (Multiple)

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⋆☀︎｡ Put a rock on her hand (You’re picking your wedding ring) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ The Proposal (They officially propose) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Choosing a venue/Location (You decide on a venue) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Trying on the dress (You’re trying on your wedding dress) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Cake/Food tasting (You decide the wedding menu) (Multiple)

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⋆☀︎｡ Finding out/telling them (You’re pregnant) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ First Ultrasound (Your first ultrasound) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ First sight of the bump (They notice the bump is finally showing) (Multiple)

Stay at home wife series:

⋆☀︎｡ Spoilt girl (The boys love to spoil their pretty little wife) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Obsessed (5 Things the boys do that reveals how much they adore their wife) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Princess (You and your husband have a adorable baby girl who adores her mommy) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Princess P.2 (You can’t stop spoiling your baby girl) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Princess P.3 (Your baby girl is a bed hogger) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Princess P.4 (They crushed the sports festival) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Princess P.5 (Your baby girl stands up for you just like her daddy does) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Princess P.6 (Your baby girl is dramatic on your behalf) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Princess P.7 (Your baby girl wants to dance with you) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Princess P.8 (Your baby girl is wary of her new sibling) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Princess P.9 (Your baby girl thinks daddy is hurting you) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Princess P.10 (You’re sick during vacation)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Princess P.11 (You want me to leave?) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Princess P.12 (Your babygirl stops people from hitting on your husband) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Princess P.13 (Your babygirl cries because of their daddy) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Princess P.14 (You will home schooling your babygirl) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Princess P.15 (You and your babygirl decide to prank daddy) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Princess P.16 (You make your babygirl cry for the first time) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Princess P.17 (Today is just for you and your babygirl) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Princess P.18 (Winter play day) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Princess P.19 (Beach day) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Princess P.20 (Mothers day) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Prince (The boys and their mini copies love fighting for mommy’s attention) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Prince P.2 (Your babyboy is always ready to defend his mommy) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Prince P.3 (Your babyboy is sick for the first time) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Prince P.4 (Your babyboy realises how cool his mommy is) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Mama’s Prince P.5 (Mama’s hurt) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Pampered (A good husband always cherishes his wife) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Prank (A prank is never truly harmless around them) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ You’ve done this before? (They always assumed they were your first just like you were theirs.) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Wanted to help you relax (The boys come home stressed and their pretty wife is all dressed up) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Jealous boy (The galas are always in your honour. it’s just not fun for the boys to watch people’s sad attempts of hitting on his wife) (Multilple)

⋆☀︎｡ His Crybaby (They adore their crybaby wife, after all, they're the ones who spoiled you enough to be this comfortable.) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ His Crybaby P.2 (he will always comfort you) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ The Truth (They find out about each other) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ It was a joke, Honey (You joke that another woman would look better with them) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Safe space (The boys with a Autistic reader) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Downward dog (You’re just trying to relax doing yoga but your husband can’t keep it in his pants) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Fighter in your sleep (You’re an absolute MMA champion in your sleep) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Fluffy (Your chubbiness is a result of their pampering so they take full responsibility) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Pedicure (They’re always ready to help, with anything) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Wanna argue? (You’re feeling bored, petty even) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Leaving isn’t an option (It never works) (Caleb)

⋆☀︎｡ I Want A Soccer Team (You want plenty of kids) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ I like this (You’re quite happy with your new arrangement) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ You’re not a maid, baby (They find you cleaning) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Period (Literally) (They take extra care on your period) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Witch (The boys with a witch reader) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Open up (You refuse to eat) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Don’t tease me (They learn fast) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ You like being mine (They will never let you go back into the real world) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Let me spoil you too (You take every opportunity to spoil them back) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Impregnate me (You were just joking) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Safe word (You use the safe word) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ You’re shy (They’re very good at bringing you out of your shell) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ One of those days (You are a bit more sensitive today) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Push ups (You’re clingy even when they’re working out) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Second husband (You fan girl over your fav male lead) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ I’m gonna get you pregnant (You say the weirdest things out of love for them) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Clingy (you’re both so lovey dovey even in public) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ It’s all we had (You decide to prank them) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ I’ll think for you (They shaped you to be exactly how they want) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ You didn’t escape (He simply let you run) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Chubby cheeks (You have the cutest chubby cheeks) (Multiple)

⋆☀︎｡ Go to bed, Sweetie (You refuse to go to bed) (Multiple)