#love and deepspace lemon

[mayahours]

play fair

You melt into the night with Caleb and Zayne, where touches speak louder than words, and time slips away in the heat of a moment well spent.

18+ mdni! threesome. zayne and caleb make out with you at the same time, challengers style. fingering. blowjob. ass slapping. finger sucking. consent check in. reader is a creamer. bisexual calezayne.

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“We always shared everything when we were kids,” Caleb murmurs, his arms braced against the doorframe, caging you between him and your other childhood friend. His voice is low, indulgent, laced with memory and a slow-burning heat. “Right, Zayne?”

The one with glasses gives a languid nod, a wry smile curving his lips. “Sure��� though I’d say you always took the bigger share.”

Caleb’s chuckle is quiet, husky—a sound that slides beneath your skin, however, his eyes hold something darker now, something undone by time. Something starved. Something waiting.

“I was always a little selfish,” he admits, voice slipping into a low mumble as his gaze drifts to you. His eyes; dark brown, cold and consuming, pinning you in place. His breath is slow, deliberate, brushing the air between you like a whisper.

Zayne removes his glasses with quiet precision, slipping them into the pocket of his coat. His free hand lifts with unnerving gentleness, fingers grazing through your hair, tracing it like a line of poetry he’s read too many times.

Your breath catches. A flutter stirs deep in your belly, rising like smoke toward your chest, your skin tingling under the weight of their nearness. Zayne’s hand slides to the small of your back, palm warm, claiming.

“Don’t scare her now,” he murmurs, a grin ghosting his lips as he pulls you to him, so suddenly your palm lands against his chest. The thrum of his heartbeat pulses beneath your touch. “Play fair, Caleb.”

His tone is light, teasing, but his expression remains unreadable, a mask of intrigue and desire. He could be thinking anything.

Caleb steps closer, his hand slipping around your waist, pulling your hips close to the bulging in his trousers. His breath warms the curve of your neck.

“No, no—she’s staying.” Just his voice unravels you, sending a tremble through your chest, your heartbeat loud in your ears as your breaths come deep and slow.

“Ya not going anywhere, are ‘ya?” his words hum against your skin, and the sound settles into your bones. You lean into Zayne’s chest, eyes drifting back to Caleb, caught between them.

You take a breath, trying to process the moment. You’re sandwiched between your two childhood best friends. It’s way past midnight, and somehow, somewhere along the way while the three of you were separated, they’ve both become devastatingly hot.

You’re caught in a trance, lips parted, heart stumbling over its own symphony.

“No.”

That one word hangs heavy in the air, but not in resistance. Their expressions shift, darkening with desire, eyes burning with unspoken sustenance for the girl caught between them.

Caleb moves first. His slender fingers find your chin, tilting your face toward his, the world narrowing to the breath between your lips.

Zayne doesn’t move. He watches; his gaze heavy, possessive, patient.

Caleb's tongue, wet and desperate, slides between your lips. You await his entrance, slick muscles tango in mouths. His hand falls to the warm flush between your lower body, fingers hooking under your clothed cunt.

You push your ass against his body, your hips in a rhythm your lips cannot sing. Denim on fabric in secret harmony. Caleb's breath trembled into a moan into you, caught in consumption.

Zayne couldn’t bear to wait any longer, like a predator circling its prey, famine in his breath. The sight of you under Caleb's control ignited a fire within him, something that rushed through his veins and burned with desire. His fingers tangle in your hair, firm yet reverent, guiding you closer. Tilting his head, he brushes his lips against the edge of your jaw, each kiss deliberate, a promise drawn in heat.

Zayne’s lips; sweet with intention, but laced with dominance brush against yours, and a shiver rips down your spine. His hand finds your face, strong and unyielding, fingers cradling your jaw with a possessive grace.

In a single, silent claim, he tears you from Caleb’s orbit without so much as a glance back, like the decision was already made, and you were already his.

Then he kisses you. Not gently, not hesitantly; but with eagerness. Your taste drags a low, feral sound from his chest, a growl that rumbles against your lips as he deepens the kiss.

He’s not just kissing you, he’s consuming you, breathing you in like you're the only air he's ever needed.

Caleb’s eyes, glassy, low, dream-dazed, fixate on the sight of you tangled in Zayne’s grasp. He doesn’t blink, doesn’t move an inch, just watches as Zayne devours your mouth like he owns it, like he’s branding you in real time.

Without tearing his gaze away, Caleb’s foot reaches back, kicking the door shut with a quiet thud. The click of the lock follows, deliberate and final. His breathing deepens, rough at the edges, chest rising with each inhale as if the sight of you being taken brings something molten beneath his skin.

Caleb finds himself at the crook of your neck, teeth sinking into skin, making you feel intense rapture in both of their embrace. Your moans bubble into Zayne's mouth, and he groans in return.

"Good girl," Caleb breathes, his lips brushing your earlobe, warm breath spilling over your flesh. Heat blooms across your cheeks, glowing amber-bright, and your knees soften beneath the weight of his voice alone.

Zayne’s tongue, unapologetically, emitting spit into your mouth, saliva thick in viscosity. You find yourself crumpling the wool material of his coat inside your fists. Zayne guides you to the living room without once breaking the kiss, your lips far too intoxicating to part from.

Every step is laced with urgency, with need. Behind you, Caleb leans against the wall, watching in silence, his eyes like smoldering embers. His grin has turned wicked; something overly primal.

For a moment, Zayne pulls back just enough to look at you—really look at you. A delicate strand of saliva still connects your parted lips, glistening in the moonlight that spills softly through the windows. It catches in his eyes, just enough to reveal the faintest shade of green, and the shadows beneath them, faint bruises of exhaustion that only make him look more devastatingly handsome. Too many late nights at the hospital, no doubt.

Footsteps echo down the hallway; measured, deliberate. Caleb enters, silent and sure, moving behind you to press slow kisses to the curve of your shoulder. His fingers find your sleeve, coaxing it down your arm with practiced care.

“Is this okay?” Zayne asks, his gaze locked on yours, voice low, yet reassuring as you let yourself melt back into Caleb’s waiting chest. He catches you easily, one arm around your waist, the other hand threading into your hair, breathing you in like a drug.

“Need you both…” you murmur, just a breath, barely audible, but it’s enough.

More than enough. They hear it like a vow.

The three of you sink into the couch, the velvet cushions embracing you with a quiet kind of luxury. The softness beneath you draws a breath from your lips, a momentary lull, a calm before the storm.

You lean back, letting the plush give beneath you, and reach out with both hands, fingers curling around the backs of their necks. There’s a craving in the gesture, a need too deep for words. You draw them in, Zayne to your left, Caleb to your right, and they come willingly, caught in your gravity.

Your lips meet in the middle, a shared heat blooming between the three of you. The kiss is slow, decadent, a tangle of mouths and breath, where time seems to pause and the world stops its spinning. Hands slide, curious, devoted as the air thickens with want.

Three mouths crash together in a single, breathless kiss; chaotic, fevered, full of demand. Their hands move over you like you're something they've both been starving for. Zayne's calloused fingers find your neck, tracing your skin with a rough tenderness, thumb brushing the hollow of your throat like he wants to feel every stutter of your heartbeat. Caleb's hands are lower, gripping your hips hard, trying to keep you pressed tight against him, as if he needs your body molded to his just to stay grounded.

They're not gentle, they're hungry. And you? You let them take what they can get.

Caleb finds his fingers playing with the metal teeth of your jeans, he opens it just enough to show the lacey garment of your panties. He slid a hand inside, just above the fabric and your sweet nectar was already leaking through, warm—wet. Caleb teased at your opening just above the thin cloth, fingers barely touching your desperate skin.

You begin to buck your hips, meeting his palm with friction, while Zayne was busy wandering over your tits, cupping them with his large hands. You arch your back, the sensation is overwhelming, blinding in its intensity, unlike anything you've ever felt.

You're caught between them, entirely at their mercy, every touch setting your nerves alight. In their hands, you’re not just wanted, you’re claimed, handled like something precious and wicked all at once. A plaything, yes, but one they revere.

Caleb pulls away from the kiss the three of you melted into, his breath warm and uneven against your skin. His fingers drift across your forehead like smoke, slow and lingering, before tucking a silken strand of your hair behind your ear

“Need ya on your knees, sweetie.” He speaks, and all you can do is nod, the weight of his voice leaving no room for hesitation.

Your knees sink into the plush cushion of the couch, spine arching slightly as you look up at Zayne, silent, watchful, waiting for Caleb to make the first move. Caleb’s fingers graze your waist as he works your pants down with deliberate slowness, each inch a silent claim. Beside you, Zayne slides his coat from his shoulders, letting it fall without a word, the soft thud of fabric on the floor is a quiet promise of what’s to come.

“You’re gonna suck Zayne off while I have my way with ‘ya, m’kay?” Caleb’s lips graze your temple in a lingering kiss, soft as a whisper, while the chilly air in the room dances across your skin, raising goosebumps in its wake. His hands are the only warmth you know, trailing over your bare flesh with a touch as he shifts behind you, slow and sure.

Your hands grip at Zayne’s waistband, fingers lingering the thick fabric that trace the length of his thighs. You pull them down, linen sliding off below his knees. Zayne swallows hard, a flush of crimson blooming across his cheeks as his hand rises to cradle your jaw. You lean into his touch, nuzzling softly into his palm, your eyes shimmering with longing as you gaze up at him.

“Okay.” You mumble against Zayne’s skin, the tip of his cock grazing your chin. You take the shaft in your hand, tugging on it, leaving a quiet harbor underneath his skin. Moans rise from the top of his diaphragm, breath shaky and desperate—he takes a handful of your hair in his grip.

Caleb’s lips caress at the nape of your neck, soft yet intoxicating. His hands reaches around your waist, body pressed against yours as he leans towards your ear. Caleb’s eyes fix on the figure that is Zayne, yet his voice is sharp and direct, each word meant for you alone—weighted, deliberate, impossible to ignore. “Just like that, baby.”

Caleb’s practically salivating, tongue licking the bottom of his lips before his palm lands on your gentle slope of skin, the sharp sting on your ass sending you wincing, teeth clenched.

“You’re doing so good already.” Zayne hushes you softly, his thumb tracing slow circles along your jaw as he presses a tender kiss to the crown of your head—warm, grounding, wordless in its affection.

“Isn’t she?” Caleb agrees, Caleb's lips follow a slow, trail down your clothed back, each kiss against the fabric. You falter, melting into the moment, arms folding softly over the cushion as your body leans into his warmth.

“Be gentle with her,” Zayne’s eyebrows furrow, cheeks still glowing as he tries to comfort you. “You’re too rough—”

“You’re just jealous.” Caleb cuts him off, snapping right back. “I think you need me to be rough with you too…” His voice deep, and rebellion sparks in his eyes—low, petrifying.

Zach’s eyes widened, nearly caught off guard. Making out with both of you at once was one thing—but did Caleb just say that? And even more surprising, did he actually seem to enjoy hearing it?

He turns his head away from Caleb’s hypnotizing gaze, about to say something, only to be interrupted by your lips around the throbbing head of his cock.

“Shit…” He looks down, watching as you enjoy yourself on his length. Your eyes closed—mouth watery, his shaft glides smoothly on your tongue.

Caleb on the other hand, presses his lips on your precious mound, his thumb sliding down your wet slick, making you moan around Zayne.

Before you know it, two slender fingers slide into your cunt, and you find your body rushed with pleasure. You want to speak with the ecstacy that flows through you, but your throat is full of Zayne’s cock, your words muffle.

Caleb’s fingers soak in white cream, thickening with each thrust. His lips part at the sight, huffing in palpable thirst. His hand slides from your ass and around your waist, reaching for the bud that has been begging to be touched. His thumb circles on your clit, fingers deepening inside you and gliding past that sweet spot that sends you in perfect abliss.

Every sensation from Caleb sends electricity through you, your eyes rolling back and your hips buck in harmony with his fingers—and each groan that arises from you meets Zayne with intense want curling in his core.

Zayne thrusts himself in your mouth, hitting the surface of your throat. Each moan that escapes his lips utterly consumes you, your pussy gushing in its wetness, your walls clenching around Caleb’s fingers.

Zayne grasps your face in his hands, his hold so strong it softens your jaw into submission. He positions himself firmly, slamming his hips into your mouth. You drool around his cock, saliva running down the floor like droplets.

Caleb gazes at Zayne taking control, the sight sending his cock in a throbbing mess underneath his trousers, begging for escape. He slides his fingers out, hand reaching out for the man before him.

“Taste.” Caleb commands, the length of his fingers covered in your juice—brushing along Zayne’s parted lips, mouth ajar and inviting.

Zayne follows, eyes dark with want, his tongue slipping out to chase the taste of you on Caleb's fingers. He pauses, gaze locked with Caleb's, a flicker of hesitation sparking between them, then he leans in, lips parting wider. He takes Caleb's fingers into his mouth, slow and deep, sucking them clean as he consumes you. .

Zayne pulls back, eyes glazed with raw need, breath shallow with desperation. Caleb doesn’t hesitate—he grabs him, pulling him into a kiss that crashes between them, all heat and hunger and something dangerously close to giving in, tasting your sweet cream in their kiss, melting in both of their tongues.

Caleb’s attention falls back on you, thumb still running in circles around your clit, his pace quickening. It’s a sensation you can’t describe, the pit in your stomach deepening into the unknown. Zayne’s cock begins to throb, your cheeks hollowing around him as you pull it out in a pop.

“Fuck—Caleb!” You cry out, your breath catching as your head presses into the cushions, hips arching instinctively as Caleb’s hand claims you with slow, aching enticement. His thumb fastens, pressing hard as he coos at you.

“Just like that, baby…” Zayne’s cock twitches in pleasure, your hand tightening around his shaft as you keep your momentum. He was near to his release, a wave of contractions rippled inside his stomach.

Beads of sweat fall at the side of your temples, you’re practically fucking yourself on Caleb’s hand, and the sight of Zayne reaching for his high has gotten you into an aroused mess.

“Don’t hold it in, angels.” Caleb lets out a tender coo, a slow smile blooming on his lips as he watches you and Zayne, completely undone in pleasure. A wave hits through your body, the sensation buzzing through your head.

You scream out, your hand gripping on Zayne’s cock, stroking it until his thighs quiver, a final shiver of delight lingering through him before he finally releases, his load leaking all around your hand. A deep groan bubbles from his throat, and the sight of him has Caleb ravening for more.

The man behind you takes his fingers in his mouth, tasting your high on his tongue. His grin appears once more, the sight of you and Zayne leaving him carnivorous.

“My turn.”

author's note: HAPPY PRIDE TO BISEXUAL CALEZAYNE!!! also i hope you guys enjoyed this as much as i did :3 i need them both tremendously bad.

also!!! challengers... zendaya... you will always be famous

read my new sylus fanfic here.

[savouringmidnights]

Kitty Cards!

A Caleb x Non MC! Reader

TW: Lemon (slight)

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Kitty cards, such an innocent game isn’t it? Yet super based off of luck, luck which you didn’t possess…the kind of luck that Fate had never bestowed upon you, and you were alright with it. You’d made peace with your life…

Kitty cards, such an innocent game isn’t it? The talk of the city, every one rushed to the kitty cafés for a trial, to see if Lady Luck would bat her sparing glance at them. Couples adored the game, “highly recommended to be played with your partner!”, “She won yet I’m still cheerful, maybe this is love.”, were the reviews that flooded the comment sections on the official blog of the makers of the game. 

Kitty cards, such an innocent game isn’t it? You never had an aversion towards it, yet you never felt the urge to try it out. Maybe you would be too dull for it, or it will increment to the losses you’ve already suffered through your life. You’d rather stay as a spectator than become an avid player.

Kitty cards, such an innocent game isn’t it? It made you stumble upon him one evening at the cafe while you were on the phone with your friend, distracted. You’d apologised, he did no such thing but smile…smile like he was the sole source of light for a million stars… “Caleb”, he introduced himself while all you could do was stare…

Kitty cards, such an innocent game isn’t it? He offered to play a round with you, and you thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try…but oh how wrong you were…

You never knew how obsessed he’d made you to the concept of the game…deep down you knew he was aware that it was him who you were addicted to…

Kitty cards, such an innocent game isn’t it? One game turned to two, two to more…games turned into meet-ups , meet-ups transformed to hangouts…hangouts became more intimate… soon you found yourselves playing your own personal game of kitty cards, confined within the four walls of your bedroom…

Kitty cards, such an innocent game isn’t it? His hands would fleet all over your body, making you yearn for his fiery wrath even more. Each sensation made you realise a things about the world, the universe had failed to. 

His fingers did it’s seperate job around your breasts, as if you were a dough he were to knead to make the perfect bun, did you know he could cook even better than professionals?

Each night would lead to a whole new chapter of pleasure writing itself down in the story of your life.

Kitty cards, such an innocent game isn’t it? How did you play it? The rules were simple, like a piece of cake. All you needed to do was guess the color among your pair of panties that he picked out, while you were blindfolded. Easy right? 

If you guessed right, good for you, you’d get his cock to make you come the number of times he wishes, while you scream his name at the top of your lungs…

If you guessed it wrong,  he’s cuffing you to the bedpost, edging you till your lips let out a slurry of ‘sorries’ and your voice was near exhaustion…

There were no in betweens…no compensations

It was either a win or a lose…and he always won.

Kitty cards, such an innocent game isn’t it? You’d let him play your body like a broken melody, each thrust inside of you had it’s own composition, not one was similar to the other…

But he would never use his mouth…

never ever as if it were to be reserved for “the perfect melody”.

You weren’t that, you lacked it…you were just a side note…you knew it..yet you were drunk…drunk on him…and you loved drowning…

Kitty cards, such an innocent game isn’t it? You were just ‘Kitty Buddies’, who would only celebrate his every win, every single time, alone, in your bed. It was never passionate, but always quick. Too quick…

Kitty cards, such an innocent game isn’t it? A new format of the game got introduced, it got more popular than the original one. One that had people to use strategy along with the guidance of Lady Luck…

That was when she had arrived, Fate’s daughter, Lady Luck’s favorite…she was blessed with it all which you had never once seen…

She used her all assist cards strategically, and once again everything slipped through your fingers. Your hands were like a fishnet only able to hold upto a certain level, torn into pieces one your limit expired.

Kitty cards, such an innocent game isn’t it? You knew you’d lost him long back for they were connected by the cosmos…his perfect melody…

He didn’t need a bed warmer anymore…

Kitty cards, such an innocent game isn’t it? You were back to you stand as the spectator, all you do is watch watch and watch…

Watch as your story got ripped into shreds all over again…

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Well I tried…I’m still very new to Tumblr and writing…so I hope I did well enough, thank you.

(Credits: all pictures from the Internet)

[lazylattedgleam]

Hello everyoneee! This is gonna be Thoughts part-5!

Thinking about a Spoof!: Caleb x fem reader (can be either MC or NON!MC, as one may interpret it)

Ok…

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🚨🚨18+ MDNI (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🚨🚨

TW: NSFW…

Lemon lemon lemon…

Sesbian lex(?).

Fingering.

Eating out.

Punishments.

Mention of orgasms.

Use of pet-names and titles.

Reader and Caleb are both taken to be Bisexual for this fic.

Implied bondage play.

Degradation kink… (use of the word s*ut).

Magic exits in this world of Love and Deepspace. Caleb doesn’t believe in it, but you do.

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🚨If you are uncomfortable with any of the mentioned content warnings or the whole genre of this fic…then please do not proceed ahead. Thank you.🚨

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It was a long ass day at the Fleet, filled with missions, meetings, surveillances over areas and the Deepspace Tunnel and what not…he was tired, exhausted even…

Plus only a few days ago, he had returned from a 5-day long Mission with his crew…plus the weather conditions were horrible out there that they had to remain on stand-by for almost an extra day and a half…

But right now, that he was back home…he didn’t want to think of anything else but you…only you…returning back to SkyHaven was only worth it because you were there waiting for him all the times…

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The time was around 04:00 in the morning when he softly unlocked the front door to enter… “Pipsqueak…?”, he silently treaded the room, only to see you were long asleep on his bed under covers…hugging the apple plushie, along with a picture of him…He smiled…you were so cute…he wished upon for the moment to never end…

After placing a gentle and delicate kiss upon your forehead, he quietly and carefully, grabbed his usual comfort clothes, which he wore at home from the closet, going to the bathroom to change…

After he was done changing he went to the kitchen, turning on the lights to get himself a drink…maybe he wasn’t too careful…as the noise resulted in you awakening from your slumber…

…

He opened the door to his fridge, when a purple liquid, a bit sparkly, poured inside one of the glasses, filled to half, the brim of the glass covered with an airplane coaster…the ones that you had gifted him just like that, because you wanted to…

Curiosity sparked within him as he took it out…even though it seemed like grape juice, but what grape juice is that sparkly?

…….

You had woken up, from some noises coming from the kitchen…a part of you alert that someone might have broken in, but the other part thought maybe Caleb had finally returned…rubbing your eyes, and stretching a bit, you get up on your toes, gently putting your plushie back under covers, as you treaded towards the kitchen yawning…

“Mmm…mmm…Caleb…?”

“Oh hey…did I wake you up? Sorry…”, holding the glass close to his mouth

“No…no…it’s alrig—WAIT NO CALEB DONT DRINK THAT—”

Too late, he already did.

…….

“Woah woah woah, calm down Pipsqueak, what’s wrong?”

“NO NO NO YOU DRANK IT FULL!”

“You weren’t supposed to…at least not yet!”

“What do you mean…what is in this?”

“Well umm…”

“Poison???”

“Duh no! It’s well umm…it’s a well…a potion…”

“Potion…”

“Yeah, it basically turns people into their opposite sex, I got it from the Apothecary and Witchcraft store that’s located down the side lane at Azure Square.”

“Pips you drunk…? Or did you sleep too much that your brain is still dreaming?”

“Whaaat! You don’t believe me the lady said it will!”

“….yep Im definitely getting a bad stomach tomorrow…”

“Just you wait till it takes effect on you!”

“Go to bed (Name)…”

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The next day when you woke up, went to the kitchen for breakfast right after freshening up…

“Soooooo feel anything different???”

“Yes I feel like I’m cultivating breasts and maybe my cock is getting transformed into a vagina…”

“You know what it will happen! I bet!”

“Oh you bet on it?”

“Yeah 100 bucks by midnight.”

“You’re on pipsqueak.”

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It was almost around midnight, when you called out to him, “CALEB! BITCH COME OUT LETS WATCH A MOVIE!”

no response

So you get up and go to his bedroom…

“Caleb where—”

You walked inside of his bedroom to see him looking horrified into the mirror.

“What the actual fuck! What!”

“Told ya~”,

“Cmon up, pay the piper Caleb—or should I say…Carly~” as he paced around the room, all twirly…

She looked so pretty with her long eye-lashes and her pretty purple eyes…the necklace that you had gifted him, travelling down her neck like a ripple on the sea…

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You eyes roamed all over his—her body, the way her now oversized tee, dropped all the way down to her bust, exposing the fine valleyed-line along her cleavage…the way her long luscious dark brown hair went all the way down to her slick back…the way her curves became ever so prominent…she looked tantalising…and oh lord her thighs…thank the heavens that she was wearing shorts tonight…

Your eyes wandered down to her ass, along the curve of it, then at the front to her—

You bit your lip, you were no better than a man…

Then a thought…an urge struck your mind like a lightning bolt…you quickly take out your phone, opening the camera and selecting the video option. You took out your selfie stick from the bedside drawer and place it on the dressing table, fastening your phone in its clutches as you hit record.

As you walk over to her…

“Pips you’ve got to help—mmf!”

You kissed her…hard, hands trailing down her back in a painfully slow rhythm,

as they reached her ass,

kneading the soft flesh…

making her let out a soft moan into the kiss,

your tongue delved deep inside of the warm wet crevices inside of her mouth…

…..

She tried to take control,

but you wouldn’t let her…not tonight…

as your tongues battled with each other for dominance, resulting in you finally winning…

You pushed her down onto the bed,

spreading her thighs as you knee at her clothed pussy,

grinding your knee against it,

while your head dipped down to marking as many love bites as possible…

Your hands, went down to her breasts,

fondling with them, and squeezing them…

thumb rubbing and rolling over her nipple through her tee…

All she could do was moan and moan and moan…moan out your name…out loud.

…

Your hands messily grabbed onto her tee “Arms up.”, you command, voice laced with lust and dominance.

She followed…like a puppy…

“Good girl~”, you said, your voice low and deep.

Your hands roughly took off the clothing, while your mouth moved down to her breasts, lavishing each one with the perfect amount of attention and care…

Your tongue lapped around her right boob, sucking and biting onto her nipple,

While your hand took care of the other..

“Look at these pretty tits for me…”, you slapped them, hard watching them bounce.

“Ahh ahh P-Pipsqueak! Nghh! More please!”,

“Hmm? What was that Colonel?”

“Please please more! Feel s’ good s’ good!”, your mouth continued its pace and job, determined to fill up her upper body in hickeys…

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“Not so much of a pipsqueak now am I~?”

…

“Strip.”

She nodded, quickly kicking off her shorts and boxers, to all the way.

“Good girl…are you tired?”

“No…no…can handle m-more…”

You smirked as you went to the cupboard, opening it up searching for something….found it!

It was the pretty pastel pink lacy pair of panties that you owned, but never once used…

“Put it on.”

She did, struggling, as her wet slick stuck to the fabric, creating an irritating and sticky sensation…

“Lay back down.”

“I’m…I’m so gonna…get back at you Pipsqueak just you wait—ahh~!”

You hands slapped onto her breasts, noticing them bounce up and down again…

“You have a big mouth for someone who currently possesses no control Colonel~ But I’ll let it slide…just for this once~”

As you spread her legs, your head dropping down in between her thighs, as your nose rubbed against the wet patch on the panties, breathing in deeply…

“Mmmf…Cal you smell so good…”

She moaned and moaned, her fingers entangling within your hair, her thighs quivered, while you planted hickeys and kisses on both of them at equal intervals…sucking and trailing your tongue up and down the marks.

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“Nghhh! Pips please s-stop teasing…”

“Patience babes…all comes in good time…”, your fingers continued to play with the waistband of her panties…while your other hand cupped her clothed pussy, pressing onto it.

She groaned further…

“Feel that Colonel…if you can be a bully in bed then…so can I~”

“Gosh just please!”

“What’s the magic wooooord~”

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“Fuck me…”

“There it is…good girl…”, you slipped off the panties in a slow but steady manner, finally tossing them somewhere on the ground…

“Moan. My. Name. And remember eyes on the mirror, want you to watch yourself pretty girl~”

Your tongue finally lapped round her clit, sucking at her sensitive nub so so sloppily.

“Ahh! Ahhh! Oh fuck! (Name)! (Name)! Fuck so good!”,

Your hair came in the way, should’ve tied it up before, you thought.

Pulling away from between her legs, you reach for your hair tie, pulling your hair up into a neat tight bun, before delving back in…

“Fuck you’re so hot ahhh!”

…….

You continue your slow rhythm, tongue delving into her folds, sucking up her slick while your fingers teasing along her dripping entrance.

Her hands grip tightly onto the bed sheets for dear life, while her eyes close from the pleasure…

You stop the stimulation as she groans.

“Hey hey I said eyes on the mirror…watch yourself for me…watch how sl*tty you are for me Colonel…”

“I see your eyes closed again, I’ll stop and lock you up for the night, cuffed to the bed and blindfolded. Is that understood?”

“Y-Yes…”

You slapped at her cunt, her body jerking at the sensation.

“Yes what?”

“Yes Ma’am…”

“That’s more like it…Now watch.”

She did, barely able to keep her eyes onto the mirror, while you carry on your work…

The rhythm of your tongue unsteady, often times slowing down and then getting fast again. She hated how much she loved that…

“No coming until and unless I say so.”

“…”, she moaned, while you slapped her cunt again.

“Words.”

“Y-yes Ma’am!”

….

You finally pushed two fingers inside of her drooling hole…as she screamed out your name.

“Fuckk…so tight for me babe…look at you…so fucking tight…can’t even move my fingers…you like em so much you sl*t?”, as you pump your fingers in and our of her, quickening your pace along with each dragging motion…

“Look at you taking my fingers so so well…wonder how many you can take…can you take a whole fist Colonel?”

All she was now reduced to was a moaning and withering mess, chanting your name as if it was the only word she knew in the dictionary…her moans filled the entire room up with a melody, you know you could never forget ever again…

It was like a drug…who would’ve known you could reduce Caleb…to this…

You felt pride, beaming within yourself…

….

“Yeah…that’s it…”

“(Name)! OH FUCK!”, she screamed out, once your fingers hit her g-spot…

“Hit the spot huh? How long till you come babe?”

“Ahh! Ahhh!”

She couldn’t answer, she and transcended to another realm of ecstasy and euphoria…

“I want an answer Colonel, else I’ll stop…”

She managed somehow, “s-so so close…close…”

“Yeah? Cmon babe…come for me…come all over my fingers…make them messy…”

As you quickened your pace to the max, hitting her spot at every second….

She couldn’t hold in anymore, she’d reached her high…

She came all over your fingers…screaming your name…

The noise filled the room, as you slowly yet steadily lower your pace, getting her out of her high…

“That’s it…that’s a good girl…”

…..

Your fingers glistened with her juices…

“Look at the mess you made Colonel…what would the other Fleet officers and your subordinates say if they ever found out, what I’ve made out of you…how messy you are in bed…”, repeating along the same lines he always uses with you in bed..

You’ve just changed the phrases and added more flavour into it…

She pants and pants and pants, devoid of her ability to form even a single coherent word…

You tongue lapped around one of your fingers, sucking onto it…

“Taste so good…wanna taste?”

You shoved your other two fingers inside of her mouth, as she sucked onto them, tasting herself on your fingers…

“Yeah you like em, can tell how good you taste can’t you?”

….

You stood up reaching for the blindfold from your dresser…

“Oh but we’re faaaar from done yet…”

“Well I’ll be damned…”, soon everything went as dark as the void in space, for her…

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You gave her a few more orgasms…before being finally done…

“Now that was the perfect midnight snack~”

…..

You giggle, “Can you walk?”

“You think?”

“Pfffffft! Lmao!”

“Seriously? This is what you say after that?!”, she glares at you.

“It’s funny if you think about it Caleb! I mean now you know how I feel!”

“Am I really this mean in bed?”, she gives you puppy dog eyes, and pouts…

“Well maybe…but then you’re again all snuggly and cuddly during aftercare…”

“Will you be the same for me?”

“Of course…”, you pecked her nose…

“But first let’s get you cleaned up!”

“Oh and—”, you whisper to her ear… “Next time…I’m using a strap~”

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Bonus: You returned back around noon. He was cooking lunch, as you called out to him in a sing-song voice. “Ohhhhhhhh Caaaaalebbb~”, he turns to look behind, to notice both your hands full with two plastic bags… one contained twenty bottles of that same potion…and the other was a long purple silicone toy…

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A/N: I have nothing to say…I hope it was alright…thank you for checking it out…

(GIF Credits: Tenor)

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[grabby-smitten]

Mean kitty

Subjects: Cat Hybird!Rafayel x F!Reader

Word count: 451

Content: Hybrid AU, PiV, blurb, messy, no plot, pure smut, male heat/rut, desperate/mean Rafayel, painful sex, no prep, owner reader, biting, slight mention of penis with spikes and breeding, use of word kitty/pussy/tail. Lmk if I missed anything.

The ceiling, your half-lidded eyes could only watch the ceiling. Laying on your back, neck exposed to your kitty— Rafayel kept a tight hold with his teeth on the tender skin of your neck while he pounded into you. Erratic moves created friction on your bed, making a mess of your sheets as fluffy ears caressed your jaw and heavy purrs vibrated over you.

You were in and out of it, no longer being able to keep up with your kitty’s stamina. His tail lightly thumping in frustration. Heats hit Rafayel hard, and he denied assistance from anyone else.

“Only you,” he whined once upon a time. Throwing tantrum after tantrum, pawing at you, and even scratching the furniture until you relented.

He hurled you at the bed without saying anything more than a growl of frustration and you knew what that meant. He nestled his hips in between your thighs and began humping, he had no previous experience with humans and you never thought of teaching him or correcting him before. Too tired to remember insignificant details. So as he entered you— it burned. You winced in pain, the raw heat of his swollen cock splitting you open. The desperate kitty didn’t even know you weren’t prepared as your hybrid female counterparts who produced more fluids for these types of occasions.

Rafayel loudly mewled once he felt how strained he felt inside you. Yes, your warmth enveloped him but there was not much space to move, and as much as he wanted to wait and figure out what to do. His instinct kicked in and kept pushing, thrusting until his cock made way for himself.

“Better… better…” he kept groaning as your inner muscles finally adjusted. Your creamy insides felt like heaven as he kept plummeting in you.

Your little squeaks and puffs of hair bounced off his sensitive ears and made them wiggle in annoyance, but he didn’t care. Too busy trying to breed his human to care.

Unconsciously, his tail wrapped around your leg in a possessive manner, even his arms tightened around you, teeth sunk deeper into your skin. Rafayel was pressing you against the mattress, aggressively plunging into you as his cock kept growing and stretching your opening in the process.

You howled in a mix of pain and ecstasy, legs trashing as ropes of heated white heaviness were pushed inside you.

“Stay put,” Rafayel mumbled, teeth still nailed on your neck.

Both of you whined as the little thorns on his cock locked the two of you in place. That meant not moving for a while… or until Rafayel felt the urge again. It was his heat after all, and you knew how he gets.

[lumieresdreams]

‼️ caleb is mad mad and you're facing the consequences ‼️

cw: smut drabble, smut with barely any plot, heavy on the dirty talking, degradation, clothed sex (caleb), toxic relationship (two-way), mention of spanking, very jealous and mad caleb, barely any mercy, orgasm denial

a/n: it's 4am and i have silly dirty thoughts about this man, none of this is proof-read either and i'm not editing this anymore as a funny reminder of my sleepy thoughts LMAO

you hate him, you hate him so much. he's such a pain in the ass ever since you two reunited together. you hate that he knows where you are and who you're with almost all of the time, there's barely any wiggle room. so why is it that you found yourself attempting to hookup with a cute guy from your workplace just to specifically spite caleb, then act surprised when literal hell came down upon you?

this isn't the first time and, in a sick and twisted way, it surely won't be the last either. you tell yourself that you hate the man that now bares the title colonel with every fiber of your being, yet your mind finds creative ways to be dragged back into caleb's possessive grasp instead of just asking to spend time with him.

maybe you really are fucked up in the head.

you find yourself trapped back in the colonel's lonely house, now occupied by none other than you and its owner. there's a trail of clothes and knocked over furniture that lead towards the bedroom where gasps and whines could be heart through a half open door. you put up quite the fight this time, hurling items at the man you so dearly loved growing up, yelling and screaming profanities at each other, it'd all eventually get to a boiling point and caleb finally snapped.

you were now pinned down underneath the colonel, his clothed hip pressed flush against your bare one as he growled and scolds you from above. his hands has your legs bent and pressed down into a mating press, keeping you in place with no room to escape, it's not like you had any plans to do so, although a part of you wished you did as the man above you hasn't stopped grinding into you for 2 hours straight, not letting you get that sweet, sweet release.

"you're such a fucking slut, y'know that?" caleb hissed through gritted teeth, his tone heavy with venom despite the slight shakiness to it as he pulls himself in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, each time bottoming out into your sobbing cunt that ached for friction.

"i'm gonna teach you a lesson and thus time-...." he pauses as he groans loudly above you, his eyes closing momentarily out of pleasure as he bottoms out inside you, forcing a mix of a whine and sob out of you. "this time, you will remember to fucking behave 'cause tonight, i won't stop until you're on your knees for me-"

a gasp followed by a moan would escape you as caleb pulls out halfway only to slam back inside you. hard. "fuck....!" he says under his breath, he's starting to lose patience, like hell is he gonna let you win again and walk away with a slap on the wrist, not this time.

"i'm gonna force you on your knees... use my evol to keep you on all your fours like the animal you are, you're a literal bitch in heat...!" he snarls, locking eyes with you with that unfaltering intensity in his eyes. you're disgusting. you loved this side of him.

"going after other boys behind my back, you're deousional if you think you even had the option to choose anyone else but me." this is dangerous, you're whining out half-assed apologies as you try to wriggle into a more comfortable positiin, but the colonel's grip on your legs doesn't allow it in the first place. "i'm not gonna stop until you're groveling by my feet... sobbing, begging, kissing my goddamn boots..!"

he emphasizes each and every point with a hard thrust, the friction your hungry body has been aching for being given one after another in a short burst has your eyes rolling towards the back of your head, rocking your body and making the bed creak underneath you with each movement.

"you don't.. you don't even deserve this, you don't deserve me fucking you dumb, you don't deserve my cock filling you up like this 'cause you're so goddamn ungrateful" caleb continues, one of his hands letting go of your legs, then a loud SMACK! resounds around the room and your bottom stung not a second later. fuck, he's started spanking you.

the childhoid best friend turned cold stranger slows the movement of his hips back to how it was before. you aren't getting what you want out of this interaction, not anytime soon until you've learned to only want caleb and he's got all night to do so.

[secundati]

Theater kid! MC who had a Wicked phase and always pestered Caleb to Do The Thing whenever she felt like singing Defying Gravity

Theater Kid! MC landing the role of Juliet in her school play, and Caleb getting literal chest pains at the thought of her kissing whoever gets to be her Romeo (he couldn’t audition because his own club activities got in the way)

Theater kid! MC getting unusually flustered and forgetful of her lines during rehearsal all of a sudden? That’s weird I wonder what’s distracting her—oh look her friend Zayne’s here to watch us practice!

Theater kid! MC forcing kindly asking Caleb and Zayne to help put up posters and pass out flyers to advertise a new play

Theater kid! MC joining an improv troupe in college

Theater kid! MC using her free time between missions to attend performances put on by community theaters near her

Theater kid! MC with fervent love of performing arts (acting singing dancing poetry) that never died down even after becoming a hunter yea

[raelovesbooks]

i need Wooyoung to cosplay as Sylus

[syslut]

gosh i love birthday banners! bangers themes, countdown animation, mini game, the story, and everything else in between. 🎂💖✨

summers are really hot over here, and occasionally we get rain, but looking at caleb’s birthday banner right now makes me remember all the good things about summer. 🧊🍋🥤

also, the power of the childhood friend trope is too powerful with calebmc! 😭🤚💅

[sylebs]

IMMEDIATELY SNAGGED

[indycinders]

If you or a loved one have been personally victimized by Lemonette, you may be entitled to financial compensation.

[diaphanouswings]

Bad Day Cure

Summary: Today had been awful. The worst. And all you want is your boyfriend. In your mouth. Rating: E for explicit (fuck off if you're not old enough or whatever. I'm not your mom...) Warning: Cock warming

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By the time you arrive home, you’re three seconds away from having… a Moment™️. You didn’t lose your temper often. Not truly. But today had really pushed you to your limit. And it’s raining now which meant the forecast lied this morning. Now you were mad and sopping wet. Like a half-drowned cat.

Your door takes a hit via being nearly kicked in by your steel toed boot. There’s a dent now but you don’t care. Xavier watches you stomp in from his seat on the couch. You grunt a lackluster greeting as you bend down to struggle out of your boots. The laces do not cooperate and your face is turning red.

Long lean fingers bat your hands away to tug the knots free for you. You look up to see your boyfriend kneeling on the step that led up to the living room. His blue eyes shine with concern. “Rough day today, starlight?” he asked though he knew the answer.

“Awful,” you muttered. You’re still bent over. Your hair drips water onto the back of his hand. “And wet.”

“Hm, I see that.” Xavier stands up. “I’ll prep a bath for you." He walks off to the master bathroom.

You scrunch your nose and sigh again. You toddle after him, trying not to drip all over the clean floors. Yet a trail of raindrops still are left in your wake despite your best efforts. Oh, for fuck's sake...

Whatever. Xavier finishes prepping the bath and helps you strip. Despite the spark in his eyes, he doesn't let his hands wander like he usually would. He probably knows you aren't keen on it right now.

No... the thing you want would have to wait until after the bath.

It was a relief to wash the day off. You dry your hair and then stumble back to the living room dressed in a sleep shirt and shorts. You look up to see your boyfriend relaxing on the couch again. His long legs were spread, an arm is flung along the backrest of the couch, and his book is open in his other hand. Perfect. His gaze darts up when you sidle over to the couch. He hums a greeting.

And then his attention is riveted on you as you get down on the plush rug to sit between his knees. You nuzzle his inner thigh. Your gaze snags on his straining zipper.

"Ah, I see," Xavier says softly. "You sure?"

"If it's okay?" you ask.

"Of course, whatever you want." He relaxed back into the cushions again. "But only for a bit, starlight." Hunger darkens his face. "I can only sit still for so long when you do that."

"Okay."

You reach for his zipper and slowly drag it down. The hidden opening of his boxers is delved into eagerly. You free his hard cock, hand wrapping around the thick length. You shift onto your knees into a comfortable position. You glance up at him. A muscle on Xavier's cheek jumps but his gaze is forcefully concentrated on his book. Good. You press little kisses and kitten licks to the tip. The taste of precum is salty on your tongue. He exhales slow as you wrap your lips around the head before swallowing. Under your hand, you can feel his thigh twitch as you brace yourself on it. With hungry ease you slid down until your nose touches his pubic area. His cock touches the back of your throat. You inhale through your nose and you stay there.

Tension across your shoulders and back starts to fade. The stress of the day finally goes away as you're surrounded by Xavier's soft comforting scent and his warmth. He is heavy on your tongue. Your eyelids fall to a sleepy half mast. You feel him shift a bit. The sound of his book closing and being set down is muffled. You make a soft sound as he cups your nape and massages the knotted muscle still loosening up. The two of you sync your breathing.

It is perfect.

However, like Xavier had warned, he was incapable of truly sitting still for this for very long. That was fine because you had let go of the last of your stress by the time he was tugging your mouth off of his cock. You eagerly strip off your pajamas for him to finish the job of helping you relax but this time via orgasm. Multiple ones even. By the time Xavier's done having his way with you, you're the most relaxed, fucked out puddle in his lap. You feel floaty. You then drift to sleep as he carries you to bed.

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[mapsthewanderer]

Caleb’s myth -

The Vermillion bird

AU: You are at the Vermillion bird’s court. Captive? (Short(ish), fluffy and romantic)

Folded desire

Caleb laughs, rich and unrestrained, golden eyes glimmering with amusement. As he holds up your attempt between two fingers, his ashy bangs waver, catching the light like embers. A slow, lopsided grin tugs at his lips—entertained, intrigued.

"I thought we were making a cat… but this little guy croaks, doesn’t he?"

The southern courtyard is bathed in the golden hues of late afternoon, the warm breeze carrying the scent of apple blossoms. Scattered between you are delicate paper creations—cranes, lilies, dragons—all his, each one more intricate than the last. You, on the other hand, have long since abandoned any hope of victory. With a sigh, you drop your latest failure onto the pile and lean back on your hands.

"I give up," you grumble, watching as he effortlessly folds another perfect shape.

Caleb smirks, triumphant. "So soon? And here I thought you enjoyed a challenge." With a knowing glance, he motions for you to come closer, his fingers curling in a silent invitation—patient, expectant, leaving little room for refusal.

He hums, low and pleased, as you settle against him. The warmth of his body seeps through the thin fabric of his robes, through your own, wrapping around you like something alive. His legs cage you in, his chest a solid presence at your back.

The golden paper flutters between his fingers as he shifts, resting his chin near the curve of your shoulder. "See?" he murmurs, his breath brushing your skin. "Much better."

His arms tighten around you, the solid warmth of his chest pressing firm against your back—strong, unyielding. Every shift of his muscles is a quiet display of power, a reminder of what holds you in place. His hands, warm and sure, trace yours, guiding each delicate fold of the paper between your fingers. The touch is steady, but there’s something in the way his fingertips linger—just enough to make your breath hitch.

One of the lavish silk tufts on his robe brushes against your arm as he moves, a whisper of softness against your skin, a contrast to the undeniable strength beneath. His breath is steady, controlled, but the way his body engulfs you, the way he hovers—closer, always closer—makes it impossible to focus on anything but him.

His hands remain steady, guiding yours over the golden paper, but you can feel it—the quiet smirk in his breath, the way his grip lingers just a moment too long.

"Pay attention," Caleb teases, his voice dipping lower as he leans in, his breath fanning against your skin. He lingers there, close—too close—before his lips brush the shell of your ear.

"Or should I find another way to keep you focused?"

And then—a flicker of warmth, the faintest lick against your earlobe. Barely there. And yet, your breath catches, your pulse betrays you.

Did he really…? Or is your mind already unraveling beneath him?

Writer’s note: I just had to send this out in the universe. I’m manifesting this myth.

[savouringmidnights]

“Three hours past midnight”

(A Xavier x Non!Mc Reader fic)

🌟 Disclaimer: If the following trigger warnings or the general genre of the fic make you uncomfortable, then please do not proceed ahead, thank you! 🌟

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TW: Angst,

Slight implications of Lemon

Heavily written from the Reader’s perspective

🌟 Disclaimer: If the following trigger warnings or the general genre of the fic make you uncomfortable, then please do not proceed ahead, thank you! 🌟

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Three hours past midnight…

It is often termed by many as the witches’ hour,

Although that wasn’t the only expression you’ve come across throughout the days of your existence.

‘Devil’s hour’, ‘time of pure evil’, ‘juncture in time bridging the world of the spirits with the world of the mortals’, yada yada; were among the many.

Initially when you were little, you too would be scared of the monster underneath your bed, or the hand that would come to reach out from behind the mirror….but

Being blessed with Insomnia, you slowly learnt to co-exist among the forces.

Maybe your amity with these forces proved to be stronger than those of the universe,

Resulting in your encounter with a certain Deepspace Hunter, sleeping amongst the bushes, the earth providing him with a humble sack…

“Umm…”, your nightly stroll was successfully done for…

But being a honest samaritan, you couldn’t leave him be there…so you got down to your knees and gently shook his arm…

No response.

“Umm excuse me, mister”,

No response.

You continued your motions for several minutes, when finally tickling a leaf against his nose did the job.

“Huh…?”, his voice seemed as soft as the fluffy clouds above…

“Hello hi sorry for waking you up but…you’re literally sleeping on the grass?”

He groaned, rubbing his eyes, as he slowly stretched and sat up…

“Sorry…I got drowsy…”

You nodded sympathetically, you couldn’t relate…

“Where do you live? I can help you get there or if it’s far away you can stay the night at mine…it is 3 in the morning after all…”

“Hmm?”

“I said—”

“No I heard you…well I live few blocks away…”

“Well then…you’re welcomed to rest the night at mine…”

“…”

“…”

“As long as you’re not a criminal or robber or—”

“Xavier. Deepspace Hunter working under the Hunters’ Association.”, he cut you off speaking up.

You nod, “(Name). I work as a—”, you stop as you catch him dozing off while standing…huh…

“Wait wait wait! Don’t doze off here again!”

….

Three hours past midnight…

Your lips always curl up at the reminiscence of that night when you’d first met your now boyfriend…who would whether or whether not given the chance could fall asleep anywhere and everywhere, regardless of the consequences…

You let out a silent giggle remembering the midnight you’d confessed to him your feelings, right after several months of hangouts and meet-ups…

Upon returning back home, you’d call him like usual interrogating about his day and work…your conversation would only carry on further if he’d give you the green signal that the Wanderers weren’t annoying stressful that day…let’s say every night you got that green signal…

What would you do? You would yap on about your day, while he would listen listen listen…

“Xavi…did you fall asleep?”

“Perfectly awake my star…”

Oh did you forget to mention about the nickname he’d given you….the one that made you believe you were celestial…

you would internally squeal each time he would call you so…

Anyways…so after you were done going on about his and yours day…you let out the buildup inside your heart…

“Xavi…I need to tell you something…”

“Anything my star…I’m all ears…”

“I think…”

“I think I’ve fallen for you…fallen in too deep…”

And it was true…you were far gone…

Silence coursed through the call…you tensed…did you mess up?

“X-Xavier…?”

*tring*

The call died…

So did a big part inside of you…

Had you messed up that bad…you just wanted to confess to him…just—

*Knock. Knock. Knock.*

You looked through the peephole, before opening

“Xavier—mmf…”

He kissed you…the kiss that made you feel the energy of a million stars…

….

Three hours past midnight…

He was so silly

He was so soft

He was so sweet

He was so yours…

Looking up at the ceiling, as your eyes trail back to his sleeping form on the right side of your bed…the one which had become his second favorite spot for slumber.

Who would be able to tell apart such a peaceful and innocent face that he was one of the most skilled Deepspace Hunters of the Association…

Yet he possessed his weaknesses, he couldn’t get a single plushie from the Arcade and which would always leave him frustrated every time you had Arcade dates…his insistence surpassed your advices everytime, deeming the same result each time…

To calm him down? All it took was a soft kiss on the cheek, and a few words of affirmation.

Of course he knew you were an insomniac and he’d worry his pretty head about you each night, so he thought he should make you some hot milk, maybe it would help you…

He was super insistent…and all you could do was pray…pray that your kitchen lives to see the light of the upcoming day…

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“The milk wasn’t supposed to spill all over, now was it Xavi?”

“…”

“…No…”

You sigh as the both of you clean up the disaster that was now your kitchen…

“This is the reason why I tell you to not touch anything in a kitchen…but who listens to me…you even burned yourself Xavier! What am I to do to you—”

Your words died out, as you felt warmth settle around your waist, holding you securely in place…

“You have no right to scold me my star…I was only looking out for you…”

Kisses glide down your neck traversing towards your shoulders, as if dew drops trickling down a leaf stalk…

….

Three hours past midnight…

Strong arms lift you up in bridal style carrying you to the haven you two had built within those four walls of your bedroom…

“Mm… *kiss* Xavi… *kiss* the kitch- *kiss*”

“It will survive…now I want your entire attention on me…”, that was your man…always jealous of the little things in your life, whenever you’d value them more than him…how dare you…

He was so gentle, so soft so fluffy looking…he played the innocence card very strategically using his face…who could tell otherwise right? But you knew…you knew he was anything but pure…

Flopping you down onto your bed, his mouth crashed against yours once more, his tongue soon finding homage inside of the warm cavern of the inside of your mouth while his hands carry out their own artistic endeavour down all over your body…finally reaching their destination once he pulls down the straps of your night-dress ever so delicately, the cold breeze of the outside creeping through your skin from outside you closed off windows…His other hand continue it’s exploration down to your thighs, spreading then apart, as he massages them…

Soft sinful moans of pleasure spill out of your lips as your hands secure around his neck…but your lips never leave his, as if caught up in a deadlock…You palms slowly descend down to his shirt, unbuttoning each hastily and carelessly…you needed him…his own hands soon join helping you discard the fabrics which constrained both your bodies…

He broke the kiss to breathe, breathe for the both of you for you had forgotten what perception was, being so lost within each new sensation provided to you by him…the ecstasy that made you feel one with the Earth…

Had you confided within yourself, how much illumination your Light Evolver brought into the dark nights of your soul? You two were the pinnacle of the famous saying ‘opposites attract’. Your beliefs of the Earthly forces being ever so stronger than those of the Universe proved to grow stronger…you didn’t want anything that transcended you to the beyonds…all you wanted was to become one with the Earth, the absolute holism he brought upon your life…Opposites yet so alike…. ‘He was Sunshine while you were Midnight Rain…’

a melody as grounded and pure as Nature herself…

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Three hours past midnight…

Who would have known Fate, Herself would descend down upon the Earth, directly into the new beginning of your chapter, pulling her strings to work…

You met her today…she was a relatively new Hunter who had joined only a month ago…yet her skills knew no bounds…

She was honeyed like the warm breeze during the Spring,

She was as fresh as a newly bloomed delicate flower—as charismatic as the Golden Hour of the Evening…

She had made you drawn to her with just one conversation…

How did you meet? Well you used good friends with Tara from before she joined at the Association she wouldn’t stop gushing about her partner and her talent…that’s how sweet she was…

But one thought which kept gnawing it’s way through your heart and mind was…

‘How come Xavier never told me about her…he does tell me of everything about his day and work…’

Not like he was bound to or anything to you…no…

Maybe they aren’t close enough, yet.

but…you couldn’t figure out the unsettling feeling that started blooming inside of your heart…

Where did you meet? A few evenings back, at Destiny Cafe.

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Three hours past midnight…

They get paired up for almost every mission, or he would suggest he should accompany her. Their bond seemed to be strengthening, it was a good thing…you always wanted your boyfriend to get along with his colleagues as well as possible…

He has become busier than ever…

Weeks pass, so does a month…everything begins so gradually. The calls start to become less, so do the texts…Dates cease to exist, he doesn’t come over anymore…

There was always one reason…

“I’m sorry my star I’m too tired after today’s mission, cannot keep my eyes open for too long…”

“Miss U.”

“Promise U will meet up soon later…”

Promises, promises so many promises, piled up, stack after stack, all of them failed to get executed…

Still you hold onto them…

hold onto something hollow…

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Three hours past midnight…

You lay up alone in your bed, basking in the coldness of your epiphany…

What epiphany you ask? It was the sudden illumination, forcefully introduced by the universe into the warm darkness of your nights…

You were at Destiny Cafe this evening, for a cup of coffee, where you saw the two of them together. Maybe they were discussing about a mission? Maybe status reports of the previous day? How come he didn’t tell you he’d be out…you’d texted him earlier…

He said he was busy. Busy for you, but not for her…when will he come to visit next? All sorts of thoughts seemed to clutter up together inside of your mind…

…They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul…is that why when you saw his, your whole world suddenly seemed to come to stop? You cannot explain the warmth and color that emerged from the depths, of his being.

The empty galaxy within his eyes get slowly suffused with constellations of stars.

Each one holding a significant message.

Every time she would talk or chat or speak…

It was nothing like you’d ever witnessed or experienced first hand.

Were you overthinking? Or were you just devoid of thoughts?

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Three hours past midnight…

Time was eternal yet relative, is that why it seemed to loop along the curvature of the broken record player that you’d been reduced to, ever so slowly? Each day had become a realisation factor of the equation the two of them seemed to hold out to you, for you to solve…Alas you were only a writer, so you phrased them using your thread of words, sewing pages upon pages, until the fabric of reality was ready to be worn by you…

You witnessed the way she’d transformed the barren planet of his heart (which you never knew existed) with the beautiful blossoms of life, colour and seasons. The love he held behind his eyes for her was cosmic…as if it has been deep-rooted throughout centuries waiting for the perfect moment to be poured out and the moment was now. You saw how perfectly the colors of his soul blended with hers, every hue and gloss intermingling with one another ever so perfectly, as if it was meant to be…

You’d lost track of the time since he stopped calling you ‘his star’, you weren’t that, never, it was all a hoax…you were a ‘failed star’. You never knew much about how the forces of the universe functioned, forever afraid of the flight that may crash you down upon the rough hard ground of reality, hence you’ve always been too grounded to Earth, in that way gravity could never hurt you anymore right?

But now that you saw them, it was as if seeing the cosmos was celebrating the union of the souls, without whom She had been so long shrouded within the darkness of the nights…

The darkness which you’d (once) embraced and loved.

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Three hours past midnight…

You’d drank a lot tonight.

You hated her.

Hated her guts, for stealing the light of your life.

You hated the fact that you could simply and truly never loathe her and her friendship…and how significant they had shaped to be in your life…

You hated the fact that you were one with the dark nights.

You hated the audacity of Fate to mingle with the strings of your life as if it were Her story.

You hated that you had to be forced in the concept of ‘Soulmates’.

You hated how the two of them were the epitome of that meaning.

You hated how their existence even surpassed the Metaphysical realm of beliefs.

“You hated how you longed for your forgotten trysts.”

“You hated every fatal fantasy that creeped through your mind.”

“You hated how you’ve done each of them with him all in your head.”

“You hated how it paved the way to your laboured breaths, every night.”

You hated how he would not even remember you anymore or have the minute decency to even call you up or text you.

You hated because you knew it wasn’t true, and the amount of times he’d tried to reach out before it all faded to the point of exhaustion.

You hated how you dissociated yourself from their lives, letting them live as the Universe had wished for.

You hated how his voice would ring in your ears every morning, day, evening and night and all you could do was weep…weep and weep…

You hated how you often you weeped in the coldness of your bed, alone with no one to hold onto.

You hated that your bed wasn’t his second favorite place of slumber any longer, but it was her apartment.

You hated how you’ve lost track of time.

You hated how you longed to understand the ways of the cosmos.

You hated how you wanted to run to him and cry to his chest.

You hated how you wanted yourself to be selfish.

You hated how you wanted him to be happy.

You hated how you wanted to pour yourself out to him, how you wanted to hear along the lines that you were mistaken, utterly mistaken…that he was still yours…that he loved you…

You hate how half of you was still living with a fool’s paradise, embracing every wishful thinking clutching them close to the chambers of your heart so they couldn’t escape…

You hated how the other half was ever so rational, and had achieved it’s closure.

You hated how you’d made him your North Star…but the poles of your World were never a reality.

You loathed how perfectly they fit against each other as if two puzzle pieces, that gave Love and the Deepspace it’s fundamental significance.

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Three hours past midnight…

You had officially lost the ability of a writer of the story of your life…being reduced to merely a narrator of your own chapters, forced to narrate yourself and only yourself while Fate played with the Story of your Life…

Once again it has been proved that the auspicious forces always stood victorious over the malevolent ones…you remembered the famous saying,

‘History repeats itself, First as a Tragedy, Second as a Farce…’

How foolish of you to believe that the forces of the Universe emerged victorious for they were superior and coerced the other inferior…

How foolish of you to believe in the false amity of these forces you’d been long acquainted with…

The monster underneath your bed re-emerged, so did the hand reaching out to you from behind the mirror…

but they weren’t there to hurt you, they were there to comfort you while you pathetically weeped over the love which you never had.

They felt pity, watching you clutch onto your pillow every night and ‘the planet shaped purple promise rings that you never had the chance to gift to him’…, head buried on his side of the bed, drenching your bed-sheets which used to be once ablaze in his presence…

But you pushed them away…far far away…

It was three hours past midnight…

And you were finally feeling drowsy…

Sleepy…

You wanted to sleep, and sleep and sleep…

It was three hours past midnight…

When you had finally succumbed to the slumber that drowned you into the land of illusions…

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(Inspirations from the songs: Midnight Rain and Guilty as Sin by Taylor Swift.)

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Various!LADS x Reader[you] (reader can be either MC or Non!MC as interpreted by the reader!)

(TW: Slight lemon)

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Zayne: It was a fine, hot Saturday morning, you were off work that day hence being lazy, woke up late around noon and made coffee, cuz coffee is essential! And ofc also had chocos with milk for breakfast. As you sway around while you pour the chocos in your iconic black with proper colour coded dots in between the words which read, “WE WERE ON A BREAK!” bowl then adding the milk from the carton, humming to the theme song of one the most famous sitcoms of all times, and your favorite F.R.I.E.N.D.S! “So no one told you life was gonna beeeee thissss wayyyyyy! *clap clap clap clap* (FITE ME CUZ ITS 4 CLAPS NOT 5!) Your job’s a joke you’re brooooke your love life’s DOAAAAAAAAA!”

As you dance around in your snowman pyjamas while chewing from your spoon and uttering the lines from the time of the second breakup of Rachel and Ross. Holding your spoon as your mic, chewing as you change stances and positions once being Ross and the next time Rachel, “…I didn’t finish your letter I fell asleep!”, you say Ross’s lines while mimicking his exact behaviours and style of talking, “You fell asleep?!”, walking to your opposite side, you enact out being Rachel. As you quickly switch sides again, grabbing an imaginary coat from an imaginary coat rack in your hand as you pointed at ‘Rachel’, “It was five thirty in the morning…and you have rambled on…for 18 pages…FRONT AND BACK!”. As you go back and forth with the lines from the sitcom enjoying yourself, feeling free, finishing your breakfast, you hear the doorbell ring! Zayne! It was his day off too from the Hospital as things were under control and his other colleagues and subordinates were taking care of matters as needed, he had promised you to get breakfast with you early, but knowing you’d slept in, he decided to grab lunch instead.

You smirk to yourself, as you open the door in Rachel’s style and say directly at him, “And hey! Just so you know! It’s not that common! It doesn’t happen to every guy! And IT IS A BIG DEAL!”, immediately going behind the door to emerge from hiding like Chandler did and say, “I knew it!”

Zayne stared at you dumbfounded as you stood back in front of him again grinning like a lovesick-teenager, him not knowing whether to enter or not…as he finally speaks up… “So…lunch…?” You giggle and nod as you wrap your arms around his neck giving him a soft kiss as he returns the gesture.

Bonus: Zayne and you were strolling the streets of Linkon in the evening, hand in hand and fingers interlaced, the setting sun giving it a peaceful gleam, as he finishes his fourth and last of the macarons you’d bought for him for dessert, and carefully folds the paper packet neatly, putting it inside of his pocket for home to throw it. “You’re such a Monica”, as his lips give out that iconic soft smile, “I know~”.

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Sylus: There was nothing in the world probably that this man wasn’t capable of or didn’t have the knowledge about…well or so that’s what you thought…It was a eventful night after an auction…you were staying over at the base, since the twins, mephie and ofc your boyfriend love whenever you visited…As he sat on his bed after a nice warm shower, changing to his night clothes, as you walk in and smirk leaning against his door, “Hey Sy…How you doin’~?”, you said it in the iconic Joey pose and accent…He stared at you for a while then smirked and let out a husky chuckle, “Kitten are you drunk?” “Wait…don’t tell me you didn’t get the reference…” “What reference?” “F.R.I.E.N.D.S!!! THE SITCOM!” “Well…*as he puts on his night shirt* what do you think I look like someone who has time to watch silly sitcoms-“, you gasp cutting him off dragging him to bed, turning on your Tablet, starting from season 1, “YOU HAVE TO WATCH AND LEARN EVERYYYYTHING RIGHT HERE AND NOW!!!”

And that was how he got introduced to your most favourite sitcom…it’s great right? NO! CUZ BELIEVE YOU ME! ONCE THE SHOW GETS FULLY REGISTERED INTO THIS MAN’S GENIUS ASS BRAIN, HE.WILL.NOT.STOP.MAKING.REFERENCES.EVERY.DAMN.SECOND… You’re playing pool, he’ll make a reference! In the shower, he’ll make a reference! Eating? Yep he got one right in the bag! Doing the deed? Don’t worry he won’t forget Monica’s sacred code of 7! 7! 7! 7! 7! 7! He hits all the numbers correctly~ At times this guy makes you jealous questioning your memory, so you turn off the Tablet and pout, “I INTRODUCED YOU TO FRIENDS YOU CANT BE A BIGGER FAN THAN ME!”, TO WHICH HE WILL LAUGH THAT SASSY GUY LAUGH! My guy will not look the part that he might like any sitcom for that matter based on his outward depiction of his personality, but the man is obsessed, with every single season and episode, although he despises Ross and Rachel’s breakup every time, believe you me, man will get frustrated maybe even speak at the screen…His favourite has become Phoebe, he adores and I MEAN ADORES her all through every season especially the earlier ones, her silly antics and her songs and her personality charms this sexy dragon, cheering him up gifting you to see that soft smile and laughter from the bottom of his heart…one of your most cherished sights…as you take pictures of him and post on your Moments, captioning “yep that’s my pheebs right there <3”

WILL BOP AND MEMORISE BY HEART EVERYONE OF PHEOBE’S SONGS AND SING ALONG WITH THEM! Rip your ears honey TT~TT! Smelly cat and the holiday song are his favorite! Luke, Kieran, and Mephie join in too because yes! “Wooo wooo! Go my babies!”

Bonus: You were at a karaoke place called “karaoke-dokie” (VICTORIOUS REFERENCE PEOPLE PLS GET IT) along with your friends and him, your bf “Skye”, the successful fruit seller. Everyone although intimidated by the man, are easing to him slowly and steadily…As you all talk and talk, when suddenly uh oh…the workers play a surprise song…and guess what it was? Smelly Cat! BRO LITERALLY LEFT THE TABLE AND YOU IN ONE SWIFT MOTION AND WENT TO SING!

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Xavier: Your 200+ year old alien lover DID NOT KNOW what F.R.I.E.N.D.S was until one time he was over at your apartment after a tiring day of fighting wanderers and wanted to bask in your warmth and cuddles, only to hear that you were gushing about certain “Chandler, Monica, Rachel, Joey, Phoebe and Ross” people, and complimenting them! How dare you?! He was your number one! And who are these people?? Does he need to tell them that you’re his??? Soooo the green eyed monster got the best of him and he plopped down onto your bed, burying his face in your stomach, arms around your waist as he groaned while you caressed his hair, massaging his scalp. After cutting the call with your friend, he finally confronts you… “Are they better than me…?” “Huh?”, you were confused. “Yk…the names of the people you just said…yk you were gushing about them on the phone…” as he looks up at you with looking all fluffy and tired…

Then it suddenly clicks you, and you sigh, laughing out too…This bunny… “Lmao no…bun bun, they’re characters from the famous sitcom F.R.I.E.N.D.S!” “Friends?” Oh boy you have a lot of lore to drop and explaining to do, but you were always happy to yap about your favourite sitcom, besides after this both of you can binge together, so win-win! As you proceed with each character and their personality and the relatability of the sitcom…how all of them have their major flaws yet have become one as a Family…knowing each other better than anyone else… He listens intently as you go on for almost an hour and a half before finally asking if he wanted to watch it… “Too tired now…only want cuddles…”, you kiss the top of his head, lips brushing his fluffy hair, “Alright Xavi…”

The next day he had no mission, soooo you thought you’d make it a date! Binging F.R.I.E.N.D.S and snacks and everything! Like Sylus, Xavier too gets addicted soon enough hitting you with references here and there. His favorites are all the thanksgiving and Christmas episodes as they make him feel all fluffy, cosy and homely, especially when he’s with you, hence why he loves the first two seasons by heart…Still gets jealous though when you gush about how hot season one and two everyone was, or how hot season 5 Ross was, especially the shirt and pants he wore on the day he went back to Elizabeth after breaking up, who threw a balloon at him… “ROSS! YOU SUCK! *SPLAT*!”, he laughs at that everytime, and would occasionally hit you with the “I too am a neat guy” when he wants something from you…blackmailer babe… His favorite is Joey, as he loves his quips and antics and especially how much Joe can eat, making him inspired to cook more! He’s envious of Chandler, cuz you gush over him a lot, especially season 1 Chandler, no no you’re his girlfriend not a fictional character’s.

Bonus: “My Star you’ve come home! I made something for you!”, as you enter your apartment…seeing your kitchen a mess…and in his hand a burnt something…oh how sometimes you regret giving him the copy of your key… “Can you guess?” “No Xavi I cannot…apparently I lack the brain cells to identify your mastery…” “It’s something you have not something you are!”, he grins excitedly. “Umm…Unagi…?” “Well no silly I made you a Salmon skin roll!” “…Oh dear lord…I’d rather have Rachel’s trifle than this…” “Huh?!” “Whaaat? Custard? good! Jam? good! Meat? gooood!” “Oh I can make that for you too!” “NO-”

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Rafayel: This fish has rewatched F.R.I.E.N.D.S atleast three times after he got obsessed from that one reel you’d sent him…Fishbrain at first didn’t understand what the plot behind the sitcom was and searched all over google about it…but once you and the Internet people explained to him what it was truly bout, he can’t stop binging anymore…he’d even send you memes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S all the damn time…

Bro can barely remember any lines from the show but you love your fishie so you always encourage him to try and then you’re there to correct him and guide him through. His favorite is Rachel. Rachel Rachel Rachel! Above all and anyone! I mean look at them! Both of them are DIVAs! He adores the way she is so fashionable and how she adapted from her richly spoiled life into a successful independent woman…it does kind of bring resemblance to his own adaptation with the landers…how it used to be so different at the sea…He would 100/10 get philosophical at certain scenes while watching randomly, like that one time you two were binging the episodes of Ross and Marcel’s relationships, he utters out, “Animals can really tell when they’re being given love…unlike humans their love is selfless and unconditional.” It blew your mind that he always got so deep (hehehe) but you hug him and lighten the mood “Babe as much as I loooove your deep talks, it’s just a sitcom for us to relate and enjoy, ease out the stresses Raffie Taffie…”, as you give him a shoulder massage, while both of you binge and munch on popcorn.

He has a painting of all the six together, on the iconic sofa like the one at the ending of the theme song. Hums along to the theme song while he paints, will send you out on errands to get him supplies and materials from which he can extract the paint…this leads to his delay in his artwork which is necessary for his exhibition…poor Thomas has to always nudge and budge him, but this fish won’t stop until he’s poured his heart out for the sitcom on his canvas…And the finished products are always an artistic wonderpiece, taking away your breath and blowing your mind…as he minutely adds more flavor and characterisation to each character…emphasising their vices and virtues more vividly…

You buy him all the Rachel’s iconic outfits you can find and tell him to give you a private fashion show~ Becomes more red than red Ross, but who’s he to deny his lover~ “Fine cutie you win…I’ll go change…” “Good boy~”, as you get ready your scorecard and drinks…

Bonus: You were at his studio like usual hanging out, while watching him paint, as you ask him, “Hey Raf do you know a good tailor?” “Why you need some clothes altered?”…and at that instantly you smile and chuckle, trying to hold in your laughter as you speak, “No no I just want a man to draw me with chalk.” He looks down at you and smirks, “I can do that for you cutie~ I am a professional artist after all~ come here~”…

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Caleb: You two…you two...you two…both of you are the literal definition of a brainrot couple, always sending each other reels (ofc whenever you both make and have time), reciting lines from your favorite shows and trends, especially the loaf cat one…But when it comes to F.R.I.E.N.D.S, you two ascend to another level. You have almost every episode of each season memorised line by line to heart, enacting them every time to rewatch and binge the show…by now you’ve probably binged it more than 15 times. Both of you knew about it and watched it from beforehand when you were just friends, but as a couple it hits different. He loves to define you as the “Mondler” and “Chanoey” couple goals.

You will have competition of who can remember the most everytime you watch the show, who is more smooth in their enactment, fluency and what not, scoring each other very very critically. Hence his favorite episode is “TOW the Embryos”, season 4, you two have the whole episode memorised by heart and love playing the Apartment betting game, often adding your own self inserted questions too, but keeping the rules same. But it was getting harder without a third person, so you bring out an Ottobot and make it the judge or Ross during the lightning round! You guys have even played Pictionary, Poker and ofc BAMBOOZLED! YOU LOVE IT EVERY TIME!

It’s really funny how competitive the both of you can get. And as for his favorite character, it’s got to be Chandler and Monica too! I mean look at Caleb! He can have the sarcasm of Chandler and is a great ass cook like Mon! Your boyfriend is literally a all-in-one deal pack! (Yes he’s well utterly possessive…buuuuut we’re letting it slide for the sake of this FIC…besides YOU CAN FIX HIM!). “Caleb! Stop making the trifle for every time we watch a Thanksgiving EPISODE!” “Noooope~!”

Bonus: Like Sylus, he has all your 7 zones memorised and uses Monica’s number sequence as the ultimate guide to pleasure… “Yeah baby…there we go…you like that…? Like when I hit it here on 7 hmm? Cmon baby say it say it for me…” “7! 7! 7! 7! 7! 7! 7! 7!”, as he leaves you a moaning and whimpering mess…only to make you say out the numbers in sequence all over again…he loooooves edging you… “Good girl…”

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A/N: Thank you everyone for checking my post out and reading it! Like always do tell me points to improve my writing if you want to! Criticisms are welcome :D! I really wanted to fuse the Lads! With F.R.I.E.N.D.S sooooo I thought I’d write it! Hope you guys like it!

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my 15 year fanfic writer wants to come out and write a sylus x mc with a jealous business woman who wants sylus

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Uhmmm so yeah....

Completed the final level of bounty hunt on Lemonette with Xavier just now.

This man is gonna be traumatized by lemons forever now....