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flurrina · 3 days ago

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Guys imagine, non mc is their soulmate, the one who owns half of their soul in every Life time. But they don't know that and forget their love for non mc and they fall in love with mc instead of her in every life time.

It's because non mc is cursed by Astra (instead of Zayne) so she suffers in every life watching them fall in love with mc. Like if she works as a hunter Xavier notices her and feels like she's someone that he should be devoted to but the curse activates and blocks his mind so he goes to mc.

If she works at Akso hospital as a nurse , as much as she tries to engage with Zayne he won't talk to her and have lunch with mc or hang out with her. But at night he suffers from nightmares where a faceless girl walks with him and dies at the end so horribly by his evol that he gets reminded of you.

If she is a secretary to Rafayel he playfully chats with her, hangs out with her- hell he won't even notice that his soul is responding to her because of the bond like a clueless fish, so when he sees mc he immediately forgot about her entirely .

If she is a sidekick to sylus, she slowly avoids him but like a fool when he looks at her she melts in his gaze knowing that she will be hurt when mc arrives. So she Just watches her dragon is loving another instead of his sorceress.

If she works at farspace fleet , yea Caleb is cold to her. But something in his body is always yearning for her. So she lets him, but when mc arrives she is thrown aside.

So when she finally ends that bond by cutting the red thread all of them feels like their heart gets crushed by the force only then their memories returns.

Xavier was killing wanderers as usual with mc but suddenly he fell down his knees and clutched his heart like his soul was tores into pieces. He starts to remember. The girl who died in his arms at Philos gifting him the star tassel , the girl who became a queen to feed his planet it was not mc it was her. The one he always looks at does not talk. His soulmate. So he rushes to her apartment only to find it empty. Why?

Zayne was working with his documents when suddenly his breath got hitched, his head felt like splitting. Slowly, steadily he sits on the chair gripping the edge of the table. Memories flood into his brain like a dam, he finally remembers the faceless girl in his dreams, the one died horribly at the tower by his evol, the one who symbolises his jasmine. Opening the door he rushes into the busy hallway to find her but bumps into Grayson. Zayne gripped his shoulders and asked about non mc but his heart got dropped when Grayson questioned him. "Who is non-mc? She's a nurse at Akso hospital? What are you saying Zayne there's no one working here in that name."

Rafayel was sitting by the beach to escape from Thomas, he looked at the sea and sighed softly. Suddenly he feels that. His bond disappeared suddenly, he got startled for a second so he called mc to check if she was ok. But to his surprise he didn't feel the bond when he talked to her. He suddenly groaned from the pain and gripped his hair. Back when the god of tides bonded to his priestess but forgots her when he met mc because of the curse and betrayed his homeland. He remembers that. He remembers non mc. He looked at Thomas who was running in his way. "Rafayel! Get up-" ,"where is non mc?" Thomas looked at him with a confused gaze, "what are you blabbering? Did you forget that we are hiring a secretary for you? Get up!"

Sylus walks into the mission with the twins behind them from the auction. He expects your presence to greet him when he comes back just like you always did. His eyes widened when he felt that his heart was splitting from the pain. The twins noticed this immediately and grabbed his shoulders. "Boss! Are you ok!?" Years of pain came to him, his sorceress, the curse, how he forgot his sorceress that he was searching for eons and gave his attention to someone else? His sorceress was always standing beside him but he only noticed that when you break the bond. "Luke, Kieran bring non mc to me", "Boss who is that?"

Now caleb. Alright, the colonel was at his home which was in skyhaven going through documents. He checked his phone every two minutes expecting a call or message from his new soldier but he didn't. That's when he felt the agonizing pain. He knows. He knows. He fucking finally remembers who was the girl besides him at his childhood when they were experimenting on him. Who was the girl that always holds his hand so he won't cry in his sleep. Who was the girl that he failed to protect when ever ripped you off from him. The next day he checked every possible place that you could be, but he couldn't find you. When he goes to your dorm he was surprised to find out that it was vacant for 2 months and no one's been there.

Why? What happened to non-mc?

She got erased from the universe. Because when she cuts the thread she knows that she won't be here anymore so to end this pain she does it.

Why? Love is always cruel to us?

So the roles got reversed.

Now they are the one who's with the memories of you, while you are playing the game as a player. Now in this life they are just a dating sim to you. But sometimes you notice that they don't talk about their scripted dialogues or how they look at you with the longing eyes. How they wanted to break off the fourth wall to touch you, to give you the love you deserve, wanting your forgiveness for making you wait for them. If this is their fate, they will definitely change it.

They will definitely break the fourth wall to bring you to their world, like before and gets their happy ending.

Can they?

This is just an idea that came randomly to me. So if any of you want to make a fic using this idea please do!!

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flurrina · 1 month ago

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LaDs Men Getting "She's busy bro" Text

Request: Hi!! I waited patiently (and eagerly) for your requests to open again, I'm so happy!! I love your writing!! I laughed so hard at the previous request where you mentioned Tara. I have another "Tara is on thin ice" idea, lol. Tara and Mc are having a girls night at Mc's place. Mc is cooking or just doing something, mc's receives a message from the lads men (something random like "hi, how are you, I'm off work"). Tara tells Mc she got a message (since Mc is doing something and she can't answer), and mc tells Tara to reply for her. All good and sweet, what does Tara reply with? "Hi, all good, she's busy now, she will talk to you later!" (Basically, the "she's busy bro" prank but with an oblivious Tara that didn't mean to prank them, lol)

AN: Hey anon, I am sorry for how last I am posting this. But thank you for requesting such a fun scenario. I hope you enjoy this!! Might be ooc at times but I am woman of dramatics so excuse me.

Ingredients: 75% fluff , 25% drama

My Fav: Zayne 🥺

Genre: She's busy bro, prank

Pairing: LaDS boys x fem reader

You’re in the kitchen, half-focused on stirring the pasta and half-listening to Tara rant about her latest training match when your phone buzzes on the counter.

“Hey, your phone just lit up,” Tara says, leaning over to check the screen. “It’s one of the guys. Something about ‘how are you?’ and ��off work.’”

“Just reply for me,” you say, tossing a handful of garlic into the pan. “Tell him I’ll get back to him later.”

Tara shrugs, picking up your phone and squinting at the message. Her thumbs fly over the screen as she replies, “Hi, all good, she’s busy right now, she’ll talk to you later!”

She hits send with a satisfied nod, setting the phone back down without a second thought

Rafayel:

You lunge to catch Tara as she collapses, her hands flying to her throat, her breaths coming out in sharp, choking gasps.

“Tara!” you gasp, your watch buzzing with frantic alerts, the tiny screen flashing red with proximity warnings.

And then you see it. The curving, sinuous tendrils creeping from the edges of the painting on your wall. The one Rafayel gifted you not long ago. The inky black swirls ripple like living shadows, curling toward you.

You snatch your phone from the counter, one arm still braced around Tara’s trembling form, your body blocking her from the painting as the tendrils inch closer. You hit Rafayel’s contact, your finger jabbing the call button with a fury you can barely contain.

He picks up on the first ring, and you don’t give him a chance to speak.

“Stop it. Now.”

There’s a beat of silence on the other end, the sound of crashing waves and distant seagulls crackling through the line, but you don’t flinch.

“I swear to the fucking seas,” you snarl, your voice low and dangerous, “I will never talk to you again if you hurt her.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath on the other end, a flicker of hesitation, and then the tendrils retreat, coiling back into the frame like startled serpents, the air around you cooling as the painting slowly still.

Tara collapses against you, her breathing evening out, her death grip on your arm loosening as she gasps for air. You meet her wide, dazed eyes, your own heart still hammering in your chest.

She gives you a shaky, crooked grin. “That was kinda hot,” she croaks, her lips twitching into a weak, mischievous smile, and your heart melts on the spot.

It takes Rafayel three weeks of pleading, apologizing, and bribing (both you and Tara) to be forgiven for 'the incident'. He sends flowers, chocolates, and a rare pearl necklace that you suspect he made with his anguished cries.

But the painting stays. “For protection,” he insists, his tone defensive, his eyes shifting away from yours when you bring it up. “You’ll thank me one day.”

You roll your eyes, but don’t push it.

Xavier:

He just shows up at your door. Because, of course, he does.

However busy you were, he could stop it. He is a victim to the sunk cost fallacy. If he has to pull you out of some other guy’s orbit, he’ll do it, no hesitation.

He knocks once, twice, each rap firm but patient, the ripped delivery package dangling from one hand, his other tucked casually into his jacket pocket.

The door swings open, and he inhales to deliver his practiced excuse." “Delivered to wr....” He blinks, momentarily thrown off as Tara opens the door, her hair a chaotic mess, pasta sauce smeared up to her cheeks like she’s just face-planted in a pot of marinara.

Behind her, you’re hunched over a massive dish of pasta, a noodle dangling from your lips, your eyes going wide as you choke at the sight of him, your face turning a lovely shade of tomato red.

“Oh, he—uhgh!” you splutter, breaking into a fit of coughing, nearly dropping the fork in your hand.

Xavier’s eyebrow twitches, his frown slowly morphing into a wide grin as his shoulders relax, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he takes in the chaotic scene.

There’s a long, painful beat of silence.

Then Tara, completely unfazed, just wipes her cheek with the back of her hand, shrugs, and steps aside. “You coming in or what, dude?” she says, like this is the most normal thing in the world.

Somehow, Xavier ends up joining your girls’ night, plopping down on the couch, grabbing a fork and helping himself to the monstrous bowl of pasta, because why not?

He makes a few snarky comments about your terrible math skills, but shuts up when you threaten to make him eat his own disastrous cooking as punishment.

Predictably, he’s the first to fall asleep. Conveniently, on your shoulder, his head tucked against your neck, his soft breathing mixing with the faint sound of the movie still playing in the background.

Zayne:

Zayne, of course, doesn’t take the bait.

He’s the only one who doesn’t react to the “She’s busy, bro” text like it’s a declaration of war, because he’s seen this sort of thing before.

As a surgeon, he’s often out of reach, his pager passed off to a resident while he’s deep in the OR, his hands steady, his mind clear as he cuts through flesh and bone. He knows what it’s like to be unavailable, to be occupied with things that demand his full focus.

So when he gets the text, he just blinks at his phone, smiles a little, and sets it down without a second thought, already mentally filing away a dessert he can bring you later, something to help you relax after your busy day.

And he does. He shows up that night, a paper bag in one hand, his coat still smelling faintly of antiseptic and coffee, his sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal the faint lines of old scars.

“Hey,” he says, his voice soft, a little shy, like he’s not sure if he’s intruding. “I brought tiramisu. Thought you could use a break.”

He’s literally the most precious bby, and you have to resist the urge to hug him right there in the doorway.

Sylus:

He’s in the middle of a deal, lounging back in his leather chair.

He checks his phone on a whim, his fingers flicking over the screen, and sees your text. His lips curl into a slow, arrogant smile as he types out a quick, casual, “Hey, what are you up to, sweetie?”

When the "She's busy, she'll call you later," text comes back, the smile freezes on his lips.

Busy? Busy?

His mood sours instantly. His fingers curl around the edge of his desk. He flicks his gaze back to the fumbling dealer in front of him, and his generosity reserves run dry.

“Out.”

The dealer stumbles back, wide-eyed, sweat beading on his forehead as he stammers out a “Y-Yes, sir!” before practically tripping over his own feet to escape the room.

Sylus leans back in his chair, teeth gritted, jaw tight, the soft click of his metal-tipped fingers against the desk the only sound in the now-silent room.

But just as he’s about to mentally spiral, his phone buzzes again.

“Made a pretty big batch of pasta, would you like some?”

He blinks, eyes flicking to the photo you’ve attached. A literal tub of way too much pasta, the noodles piled high, the sauce thick and steaming, a chaotic heap of carbs that only you and Tara could possibly miscalculate into existence.

He huffs, a quiet, exasperated chuckle slipping past his lips, the tension in his shoulders melting away. He leans back, his head tipping against the cool leather of his chair, a small, fond smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

“I’ll be there in 20. Don’t start without me.”

And just like that, his mood is ruined in a completely different way, his dark, dangerous aura slipping into something much softer as he straightens his tie and stands, already picturing you waiting with a bright grin and a mismatched fork.

Caleb:

“Why does she get to use your phone and I don’t?” Caleb storms around your apartment, his boots clomping against the hardwood floor, his uniform still perfectly pressed.

It’s been an hour of this. A Fleet Colonel throwing a full-on tantrum in your tiny studio, pacing like a caged animal, his jaw clenched, his fingers flexing at his sides as if he’s debating strangling the nearest pillow. You did put your plushies away at the first given chance.

Pouting. Whining. Sharp, accusing glances thrown your way every time you so much as move.

You’re honestly grateful that Tara had left before this. She’d probably just laugh and egg him on, and you don’t need two chaotic messes in your living room right now.

“Caleb, I was busy,” you try to reason, leaning against the kitchen counter as he paces. “I didn’t want to leave you hanging.”

He whirls to face you, his eyes dark, his jaw ticking, his hair somehow still perfectly in place, untouched by the cap he’d clearly ripped off the second he stormed through your door. Your mind unhelpfully drifts to the way that uniform clings to his shoulders, the way his collar hugs his throat, and nope, now is not the time for that.

“Busy?” he spits, his voice a low, irritated rumble. “Busy with what? And why with her, exactly?”

You sigh, pressing a hand to your forehead, already exhausted from the emotional hurricane that is Caleb. “I was cooking, Caleb. With Tara. I didn’t want to leave you hanging, so I asked her to text you back.”

He scoffs, his shoulders tense, his eyes narrowing like he’s daring you to try that excuse again.

Rage bait Tara is Colonel Caleb’s worst nightmare come to life. Given how you never seem to care how close she gets to you, how easily she invades your space, how unapologetically she teases you.

Much to Caleb’s dismay, you never seem to mind.

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flurrina · 1 month ago

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Flashing them mid argument

Caleb

“You’re reckless,” he snaps, pacing, muscle flexing in his jaw. “You don’t think, and I’m left picking up the damn—"

You yank your shirt up. No bra. Nipples tight, tits bouncing slightly from the motion.

He stops mid-sentence. Blinks. Hard.

“…The fuck are you doing?”

You just shrug. Innocent. Quiet.

His eyes darken, and in two steps, he’s on you—hand gripping your throat lightly, eyes burning.

“You think that’s funny? Flashing me mid-fight?” he growls, dragging you back until your hips hit the kitchen counter. “You think I won’t fuck you right here, bare, and cum all over those tits like the filthy girl you’re acting like?”

He doesn’t wait for permission. Pulls his cock free and shoves into you raw, the stretch making you cry out as he fucks you like the fight never happened—like he’s going to teach your body a lesson you’ll never forget.

Rafayel

“You always do this—deflect with sex. I’m not stupid, sweetheart, and I’m not in the mood—”

You tug your top down in one smooth move. Nipples bare. Chest rising.

He stares.

“...You’re evil.”

And then he moves—pulls you into the wall, kisses you like he’s angry, and drops to his knees.

“Guess I’ll put that mouth of yours to better use,” he growls, unzipping and tapping his cock against your lips. “Open up, since you’re so eager to shut me up.”

You moan around him, drooling as he fucks your mouth deep, barely giving you a second to breathe.

“You started this,” he pants. “You end it. With cum down your throat.”

Sylus

“You think just because you’re hot you can flash your tits and win every fight—”

You do it. Shirt up. Full view. A deliberate, slow pull.

He stops cold.

Smirks.

“Oh, fuck, baby… you’re done for.”

He’s unzipping while you’re still smiling—shoving you against the wall, one hand twisting in your hair, the other pushing his cock against your entrance.

“No teasing now,” he rasps. “You wanted attention, you’re getting it. And I’m not stopping ‘til I cum so deep inside you, you feel me for days.”

And he means it. He fucks you rough, hand on your throat, slapping your ass, ruining your body like he’s punishing you for being so fucking sexy.

Zayne

“This isn’t healthy communication,” he’s saying, arms crossed, trying to reason with you.

You lift your shirt.

He blinks. Swears under his breath.

Looks away. Looks back.

“…You little brat,” he murmurs.

He hauls you onto the couch, lays you down, and pulls your shorts off so fast they rip.

“You know I can’t resist you when you do that.”

He starts slow—but the second he’s inside you and you moan his name like you need it, all that calm control? Gone. He fucks you into the cushions, whispering, “Still think flashing me mid-fight’s a good idea?”

You nod, brainless.

“Thought so.”

Xavier

You’re losing the argument. Fast. His voice is cold, flat, and every point he makes is too fucking logical.

So you throw your shirt up. Just like that.

He freezes. Blinks. Takes a long breath.

“...Is this your strategy now?”

You nod. Bite your lip.

He steps forward, unbuttons your pants without a word, and slides his hand between your legs.

“You’re soaked,” he mutters. “You like being punished for being difficult.”

He lifts you onto the table, pushes in without prep, without pause, and fucks you silently—deep and punishing, slow enough to be cruel.

No teasing. Just correction. Ownership.

“You win,” you whisper breathlessly.

“No,” he growls, “I own you.”

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flurrina · 1 month ago

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flurrina · 1 month ago

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someone get a wig, quick before everything within a 20 mile radius blows up

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flurrina · 1 month ago

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clingy caleb

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flurrina · 2 months ago

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“FREAK LIKE ME, YOU WANT A GOOD GIRL THAT DOES BAD THINGS.”

FEATURING: 夏以昼 CALEB & 黎深 ZAYNE

content warnings: nsfw, 18+ only (mdni), nerd!caleb and nerd!zayne (separate), possessive, overstimulation, spanking, oral (f&m receiving) , penetrative sex, brat-taming, fingering, edging, begging, mentions of ‘sensory deprivation’ and inappropriate use of evol.

author’s note: soo um i love caleb n zayne 😕😕 this is just me fantasising about them with short hcs of them as hot nerds in university.. lmk if u guys want more for them! (separate or together 😳)

word count: 1.8k…

hope you enjoy loves! kaori. 💐

夏以昼 ᯓ★ CALEB

nerd!caleb, who yaps about his nerdy interests to you 24/7, never SHUTTING up. it could be when you’re laying in bed at night, the room pitched black and you’re more than ready to drift to sleep and engulfed in caleb’s warm embrace; always insisting to be the the big spoon. he would run his large calloused hands over your body and shove his face in your neck before he starts whispering about derivatives in mathematics to irritate you. if only you weren’t so comfortable and sleepy that you’d slapped his head away and fuss about him telling you unnecessary information that you didn’t need for your course.

nerd!caleb, who insists that the both of you MUST study together or he’ll be sad without you :((( you’re his comfort person and emotional support. he needs you around him at all times! unfortunately whenever you both try to study together he gets distracted and ends up telling you ‘did you know?’ fun facts about physics that makes you sigh the moment he starts.

nerd!caleb who’s a guy that 100% has EVERYTHING written down about you in his phone and when it gets mentioned months after you told him, you’d be confused on why he knows because you’ve forgotten that you’ve told him!

nerd!caleb who’s the type of guy to sneak up on you when you at home or appear unexpectedly on campus behind you just to quickly spin you around by the waist to kiss you. and it’s so sudden!! you always need to grasp on his sweater to ground yourself from not falling over.

nerd!caleb who lets you be independent to deal with your own problems but alwyas watches from a distance, ready to step in the moment he sees that you need him.

nerd!caleb who flexes his muscles in your face just because he knows how flustered you get and how he sees your eyes dart over his body before you turn away with a flushed face. it makes his lips curl into a boyish grin. so cute.

nerd!caleb who would buy jewelry with his initials or with some cute space trinkets just because he thinks you’d look pretty (totally not because he wants others to know you’re his.)

nerd!caleb who showers you with compliments everyday and takes care of you. making sure you eat and drink enough and that you KNOW that he is utterly helplessly in love with you and only you.

nerd!caleb who’s stupidly smart, always topping all his classes and is the professors assistant that also helps to grade students work. how ironic that his girlfriend is barely passing the course. “no pipsqueak, i can’t raise your gradeee. it’s against the rules,” he pouts. “buuuut, if you’re willing to do me a special favour…maybe i won’t mind.” he smiles cheekily. you scoff at his words.

nerd!caleb who overworks himself during finals and takes it out on you :(( he would be the MEANEST. he’d call you over for a study session but it’ll always end up with him bending you over the table to fuck you stupid until you both turn into a babbling overstimulated mess. he just can’t control himself either!

nerd!caleb who would reward you when you do well on your exams by making you cum over and over again on his tongue that it has you trying your very hardest to squirm away or push his head away. it never works though. he would simply just grab your wrists in one large hand and use the other to hold you down while he swipes his tongue over your clit even faster making you let out a pathetic sob.

nerd!caleb who would fuck you in missionary so that he could analyse every expression and twitch on your face, memorising every single movement with his piercing eyes as if he was trying to solve a difficult quantum mechanical equation. dont even try to turn your face away when you’re embarrassed!! he would simply just wrap his hand around your neck and force you to look at him. no, he doesn’t care if your face is all flushed red or that you can’t take it. he needs to study the way you look when you feel good.

nerd!caleb who starts spewing praises over and over when he’s about to orgasm. he will lean down and kiss you all over your neck and face as he thrusts harder and faster into you, ready to spill his hot, thick cum deep into your cunt. “n-ngh! what a good- ah! girl you are” “yes yes yes princess—hnngh! cum with me please i need you.”

nerd!caleb who needs your scratch marks all over his back and practically wears it like cool battle scars but it only makes you embarrassed every time you see the red lines over his muscular biceps and back 😵‍💫😵‍💫

黎深 ꩜ .ᐟ ZAYNE

nerd!zayne who is a little (just a little 🤏 ) smug and egotistical about his academic intelligence because he truly is prodigious. everyone knows him for his achievements and also for having an insanely LETHALL facecard.

nerd!zayne who has fangirls who take the same course as him and try to come up to him to ask for help with their work. he doesn’t even bat an eye in their direction before blatantly ignoring them before walking off to find his girl!!

nerd!zayne who surprisingly also spends a good portion of his time in the campus gym. as a future cardiologist, he has to stay fit right? unfortunately, that also means forcing YOU to work out with him. “noo zayne, leave me alone and do your nerdy stuff by yourself” oh, he knows you hate it but he would throw you over his shoulder playfully and force you to come anyway. however, that’s just because he wants to watch you all doe eyed, borderline drooling by the weight he’s manhandling so easily around the gym. (he just wants you to watch him but would never admit it)

nerd!zayne who would read every night before bed, having you curled up into his side. one hand on the book as the other holds you close to him as your eyes grow heavier and heavier.

nerd!zayne who would always help you with your homework if you were overwhelmed. no, it doesn’t matter if you weren’t in a medical course or not, he would always somehow know the answers or how to help you with your assignments. he’s practically your personal chat gpt..

nerd!zayne who would never admit that he’s jealous when he sees you acting friendly with other guys. and it’s obvious by the way he glares at them wordlessly that he IS possessive over his girl.

nerd!zayne who always has his arm around you in public but would never act overly PDA simply because he knows he can’t control himself.

nerd!zayne who always backs you up in public even if he knows you were wont because he would NEVER talk down on his girl or scold you in front of others but oh so help him god if you were to act bratty or very unreasonable, let’s just say it makes him tick. the moment he’s got you alone, say goodbye to sitting comfortably for the next few days. he would bend you over his lap and spank you until you were crying with your arousal dripping down your thighs onto his lap. he would simply ‘tch’ before fucking his fingers into your cunt and rip them away before you cum and leave you like that as a punishment. my man is 100% a brat tamer.

nerd!zayne who obviously knows more about your body more than you. yes he may be training to be a cardiologist but do you really think he didn’t learn about gynaecology? oh and he would not hesitate to use that against you in bed to turn you dumb and pliant for him. his fingers just know exactly where to press and prod, massaging those yummy spots inside your warm walls that leave you gasping and thighs trembling. you can’t help but try to run away from the stimulation :(( “aww too much hon? it’s okay you can take it. you will.”

nerd!zayne who makes you hold eye contact with him while in the MEANESTT MATING PRESS…and if you look away, he would give you a firm spank on your clit that makes it even harder for your eyes not to roll to the back of your head as you cry out. he would also definitely have you on the edge and begging for it with tears in your eyes from his teasing. it just turns him on so bad that it makes him feral for you.

nerd!zayne who is the type of guy to 100% leave his glasses on as he fucks you dumb knowing that you gets so turned on by him in his framed glasses. the way they fog up as he eats you out or when fucking you and he lets out breathier pants. he would also leave his watch on while fingering you just to see your sticky juices drip down onto his forearm and turn the glass glossier. “nuh uh baby, don’t hold back. you better cum all over my fingers or you won’t get my cock.”

nerd!zayne who would mark you up in places that only he can see and no one else. leaving love bites all over your inner thighs and chest. he’s a proud and firm believer that whatever happens between the both of you stays between you two. unless of course, you manage to piss him off and there might be a little hickey peeping out from the collar of your shirt.

nerd!zayne who would literally get the most enjoyment over you trying to dominate him. unfortunately, it always end up with you getting all whiny and whimpering about how you’re tired that of course he��ll help his princess out by fucking her dumb :( hes more than happy to help!!

nerd!zayne who would definitely have a sensory deprivation kink. he would be into blindfolding you and using his evol on you as a type of ‘temperature play’ knowing that you’re even more sensitive just to make you cum even harder by his cool touch. it brings him joy to hear your little sniffles and the slight jerks of your body.

BONUS!! something i think both of them would go insane over: 🤫

he would die to have you under his desk giving him the best head of his life whilst he tries to focus on completing his assignments but it’s just so hard when he can feel your soft sloppy tongue all over the tip of his needy cockhead while your hands pump up and down his dick.

“n-nngh!— hah! stop, angel-hnn! i can’t focus” he’d stutter with his eyes going nearly crosseyed when he looked down at the lewd state of his hot girlfriend sucking the life out of his dick while doing an assignment so important - worth 40% of his final grade!

eventually he would get tired of your teasing and grab you by the hair, dragging you up and away from his cock before pulling down your panties and stuffing you full that your tummy bulges with the outline of him side you. oh, he would fuck you so hard that you forget your own name and what you were even doing in the first place!

“always gotta be such a—ngh- haah! fucking brat don’t cha’ sweetheart?”

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