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[lez-1vy]

Imagine being Zayne's celebrity significant other. 

Imagine you had not planned to go live tonight.

but Imagine the apartment felt too quiet and you were too wired to sleep. You had just finished your last taping for the week, removed your makeup with the same lazy precision of someone who has done it a hundred times, and decided why not talk to your followers while you wind down?

Imagine you started a social media live. Nothing glamorous. Just you in an old tank top and a messy bun, legs crossed on the floor by the vanity. You told them you'd be doing your nighttime skincare routine. They flooded in anyway, laughing and teasing and asking questions in the chat.

Imagine you greeted the regulars.

Abcdeffg: you always go live when you're home alone huh 😭

Ladsslave: not you going bare faced and still looking better than my whole lineage

2days3days: did ur man vanish again 😭

Ztrope: 👀👀👀

1sht1kll: why do i feel like we're about to witness a reveal again

Ladsslave: not again. please god. i can't take another one

Imagine the way you roll your eyes at that last one, some weird trend seemed to be going on nowadays. "My boyfriend is not invisible. He's just... Difficult to catch." You said, rubbing toner into your skin. "He works late a lot, and no, he's not secretly a K-pop idol. Or a cult leader. Please stop guessing that."

Imagine the way your chat exploded with emotes and half serious conspiracy theories. You ignored the usual hate.

clote4: they're pretending again like her boyfriend ain't fake lol

1233kill: imagine hiding your man bc he's ugly 😭😭

dmnlf: must be embarrassing dating someone irrelevant

Imagine the way you smiled, unbothered. It's been like this for years. The world knew you were dating someone outside of showbiz and the tabloids hated that you refused to show his face. Photos of his back, his arm, the edge of his shoe. Your game of hide and seek had become a media circus. You'd gotten good at dodging paparazzi and cropping images. It was kind of fun, in a feral little way.

but Imagine the truth. You kept him hidden because the world was vicious and Zayne didn't ask for any of this. He was your soft place. Your safety. He saved lives not likes.

Imagine you eventually stood up, phone still propped on the table and stretched. "Alright, I'm gonna rinse, don't leave." You told the chat, before padding barefoot into the bathroom.

Imagine the chat continued to scroll rapidly without you. And then without any commotion, Zayne walked into frame. Just like that.

Imagine the way he entered the apartment silently. Still in his white coat and fitted dark scrubs with the sleeves slightly pushed up. His stethoscope was slung lazily around his neck. He looked exhausted but good. The kind of good that came from existing in someone else's home, not trying to impress anyone.

Imagine he did not see the phone on the table. Did not notice the stream.

Imagine he just tugged off his watch with one hand and move through the living room like muscle memory, his movements gentle. Shoes off. White coat on the hook. A soft sigh as he set down a grocery bag. Milk, tea, sweets and oranges. He then ran a hand through his hair, leaned against the counter and blinked slowly like he was still halfway out the door in his mind.

Imagine the way the chat lost their collective mind.

Ztrope: WAIT WHO IS THAT

Ladsslave: NO FUCKING WAY THAT'S HIM

Abcdeffg: the SCRUBS??? THE STETH??

2days3days: why does he look like he's in a medical kdrama rn STOP

clote4: oh.

dmnlf: suddenly i understand why they gatekept

1sht1kll: .... is this some kind of multiverse of malewife reveals? I fear we're stuck here

Imagine the way he scratched the back of his neck, yawning. Then habitually, absentmindedly he walked over the table and picked up the little ceramic dish where your rings lived when you weren't wearing them. He turned one between his fingers then set it back down. A small fond smile tugged at his mouth. Still unaware.

Imagine it wasn't until he turned toward the bathroom where a sound was coming from that he finally caught it. The soft red glow of the live indicator on your phone. His body paused, mid turn. He squinted over his glasses. Tilted his head. Registered the fact that the lens was pointed directly at him.

and Imagine it was on real time, three hundred thousand viewers witnessed the exact moment your very private boyfriend realized he was in a very publicly live.

Imagine the way his eyes widened a fraction. He blinked. Everyone could see the mental processing of denial, confusion, dread, betrayal then acceptance in that exact order.

Imagine he then did something so incredibly Zayne. He froze, then quietly backed out of frame like a ghost who had accidentally walked into the wrong haunting. The chat absolutely erupted.

Ztrope: SIR YOU ARE ALREADY CAUGHT COME BACK

Ladsslave: HE JUST MOONWALKED OUT OF THE STREAM I'M CRYING

Abcdeffg: NOT THE REVERSE STEP OF SHAME 😭😭😭

2days3days: NAHHHH BRING HIM BACK RN

clote4: actually he's fine nvm

Imagine the way you reentered the frame a moment later, patting your face dry with a towel, completely unaware of the war zone your comment section had become. "Okay, next is-" You froze.

Imagine because right  now on top of the table, your phone was slightly tilted. And you could see him. Just behind you, in the hallway mirror's reflection, Zayne. Halfway hidden behind the kitchen wall, arms crossed and blinking at you like a cat who had fallen off the counter and wanted to pretend he meant to do that.

"...Were you live this whole time?" He asked, voice soft but incredulous. You turned slowly. "Zay..." He raised an eyebrow. "Tell me I didn't just soft launch myself."

Imagine there was a pause. One breath. Then another. Then you start to panic. A soft, fast, whispering as you scramble toward the camera. "Oh god- the live! I was still live, it's on-"

Imagine the way Zayne hand catches yours as you walk over to the camera. His hand still cold from outside. Cold but steady and even a little warm. You look up at him and he smiles, quiet, tired, but fond. "Hey." He says as if you're the only one in the world. "It's okay."

Imagine then he turns to the phone. To the live audience. His voice is calm, but you can feel the tension in his fingers wrapped with yours. "I'm Zayne." He says, expression unreadable except for the slight quirk at the corner of his mouth "Their boyfriend. Yes, I'm real."

Imagine the way he says it so simply, so dry. The chat goes feral. The chat screamed.

1sht1kll: DEJA VU DEJA VU DEJA VU

Ztrope: HARD LAUNCH. THIS WAS A HARD. LAUNCH.

2days3days: he said 'soft' launch while looking like a heart surgeon in a cologne ad pls

Ladsslave: nah girl you just gave us our new parasocial dad. thank you.

Imagine the way Zayne's thumb brushes your knuckle. You glance at him and he looks calm. But you know by the way that his hands felt cold that he's nervous. He's not used to this. So you hold his hand a little tighter. Lean your head on his shoulder.

Imagine then you turned to face the camera. "... So anyway. This is Zayne. Yes, he's real. Yes, he's my boyfriend. And no, you cannot have him." There was a pause "You guys always said he wasn't real." You murmur with a soft smile. "Well. Surprise."

Imagine beside you, Zayne gave the camera a tiny, exhausted wave, like someone greeting an alien spaceship for the first time.

"I brought oranges." He says like a whisper. "I turned down the extra hour." He added, voice gentle and sweet, just for you. "Thought maybe we could just stay in. Be boring. Watch something terrible. Fall asleep on the couch. Just like what you wanted?" The chat melted.

1sht1kll: THE PANIC IN THEIR EYES 😭😭😭

Abcdeffg: HE BROUGHT HER ORANGES. I’M SOBBING

Ladsslave: WE STAN DR. ORANGE

Ztrope: THE MAN. THE MYTH. THE FACE CARD NEVER DECLINED.

clote4: lol acting like this isn't staged

2days3days: MY PARASOCIAL HEART CAN'T TAKE ANOTHER REVEAL I SWEAR TO GOD

Imagine the way you reached over to end the stream. "Okay, I'm logging off before this turns into a cult." Zayne leaned over your shoulder, glancing at the screen just before it went black. "... Too late." He murmured. Then just before you press the end the live, you pause just long enough to say. "We're logging off now. I owe this man a couch nap and a bad movie."

Imagine that was the night your quiet, different to catch, saintly boyfriend accidentally got exposed to half the internet with nothing but a grocery bag, a tired smile, and the audacity of existing in your space like he belonged there. Because he did.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: ahhhh uni days is approaching might as well jdhsjjdhsh

[lez-1vy]

INFOLD ATE AND LEFT NO DAMN CRUMBS

Need a Hades and Persephone fic RIGHT NOW

[lez-1vy]

Fruits Basket x LADs. You're living with five boys who transform into various animals whenever someone hugs them. Zayne waddles around as an emperor penguin. Caleb is a golden retriever with an incurable case of the zoomies. Rafayel turns into a large, unknown species of fish (you've installed a pond to throw him in when this happens.) Sylus stares unblinkingly on a sunny rock as a bearded dragon. Xavier is a tiny, fluffy bunny with a round poofy tail you love to rub. There's never an idle day in this household.

[lez-1vy]

pls crash inside me king of darknight

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i can't stop thinking about him goodbye

[lez-1vy]

what if zayne is astra and in his 3rd myth card mc died because of him.

thats why he cursed himself in all lifetimes— not having any memories of his past life, not being able to show his affection without his evol losing control.

note: i wish this stays only as a theory. i will actually crash out if he is astra🥲. zayne, why are you such a self sacrificing person😭😭.

[lez-1vy]

I have a request for a fluff where reader and caleb adopt kids

oh my god i absolutely love this!!

(1.5k words; caleb x gn!reader; caleb and mc as parents, the cutest fluff, kids being adorable, angsty reflections on caleb and mc's past, caleb worrying about being a good dad)

Do NOT re-post/re-use/translate in any shape or form. Do NOT use this for AI. (reblogs and likes are welcome! as are any comments :) i love hearing that y'all enjoyed it!)

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"Caleb?"

"Yes, honey?" Caleb's head pokes through the door. He looks just as disheveled as you feel. Today is the day.

You're finally adopting your sweet little babies.

***

It was love at first sight when little Lakshmi ran up to you. 'Toddled' is more of the right word, really. She was wearing a bright yellow dress and white shoes, her black hair curling into little ringlets around her face. Her beautiful, wide, dark brown eyes looked right up at you and Caleb, and the moment she began tugging on his pant leg, you knew you had to have her.

Baby Aaru, on the other hand, was a surprise. Aaru was a quiet boy who didn't speak much. Fuzzy black hair and warm brown skin, he was dressed in a dark blue-collared shirt and tiny khaki shorts. He wasn't particularly social, nor did he engage with the other children. But when he saw you... something in him changed.

A curious little one, he shyly came up to you and tugged at your hand. At first, you didn't notice, it was so gentle. But as he did it again, he caught your attention. At the sight of his little fingers wrapped around your big one, you felt your heart melt.

"Aaru has never done that before." The attendant beside you smiled, watching as he ran behind you and hid behind your leg, peeking up at her.

You gently turned around and bent down, smiling, and Aaru gave you a small, gummy smile in return, before running away to play with his toy dinosaurs.

Before you could even say anything to Caleb, he sidled up to you, hand on your waist and whispered. "We're adopting two little troublemakers, aren't we?"

You turned around and kissed him, laughing.

"You read my mind."

***

Caleb always knew he wanted to have kids with you. But the prospect of finally welcoming two little angels into your home... it made him more nervous than he thought.

Would he mess it up? Would he be a good enough husband for you? A good enough father for them?

His heart ached at the thought of all you had to suffer through, to endure, when you were younger. He would never let any harm come to his kids, or you. That was his promise to himself.

As he smoothed his hands over his dress shirt, he stared in the mirror at himself.

He would be a man worthy of you both.

***

"I'm scared." You admitted to Caleb as you stepped into the room, rubbing your eyes with the back of your knuckles.

"Scared of all the diapers we have to change? Please, pipsqueak. You think I spent all those hours watching diaper tutorials for nothing? All you gotta do is sit back, relax, and let me take care of it."

"Caleb." You take his hands in yours, staring into his eyes. "I'm being serious. What if we mess this up? What if this is a mistake?"

Caleb falters, before his playful demeanor shifts into something more serious.

"...I know. I know what this means to them. And us. But these kids deserve a life where they have two parents who love them." He steps closer to you, taking your hands and resting it on his chest. "And I don't know anyone who's more qualified for the job. You're love in human form."

You giggle, wiping the tears that are already starting to form.

"Already cryin'? We haven't even brought the little ones home yet." Caleb teases.

"I'm gonna be a mess." You shake your head.

You rest your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. Caleb strokes your back.

"It's gonna be hard. We're going to have infinite late nights. Lots of screaming, crying, and poop. You know how I get when I don't sleep. I'll probably want to kick your ass all the time."

"I would happily have my ass kicked by you." Caleb kisses the top of your head. "And I'm ready for all of it. I spent my whole life waiting to have a family with you. I want nothing more."

You gaze up at him through watery eyes, and kiss him.

"Then let's go get our kids."

***

When you two arrive at the adoption center, little Lakshmi is sitting there with her hair in two pigtails, clutching a teddy bear. Aaru is sitting nearby, fiddling with his toy dinosaur.

The moment you two arrive, Lakshmi bursts into tears.

"Oh!" You exclaim, dropping to your knees in front of her. "What's wrong, honey?"

"I--I--" Lakshmi hiccups, thick tears running down her face. "Do I have to say bye to my friends?"

You look helplessly to Caleb, who glances at the attendant.

"Yes, Lakshmi. But you're going to be able to join your new home with your new parents, Caleb and (Y/N). And you'll be able to make lots of new friends."

"I don't wanna go!" Lakshmi screams, throwing her bear on the ground and crying loudly.

Caleb gently picks up the bear and gets on his knee, trying to get through to her. She's not having it.

Aaru toddles up, observing her carefully.

"Can you be quiet? My head hurts." He says. Lakshmi only starts screaming louder.

Aaru bounds away, though still in eye-line of the attendant, who watches him carefully.

The attendant reaches down to pick up Lakshmi, but you shake your head.

"No. I want to help her through this."

You meet Lakshmi's eyes, gently holding out your hand with no expectations, but to let her know that you're there for her.

"It's scary, isn't it, Lakshmi?" She continues weeping, rubbing the back of her eyes with her arm. "Going somewhere new with new people."

She stares at you for a moment, before bobbing her head.

"I know we're not family yet, but I promise we're going to give you a wonderful place to laugh, play, and be so loved."

You gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, cupping her face.

"Can I introduce you to someone?" Her lip wobbles, but she nods.

"Do you remember Caleb?" Caleb smiles at her and gets down on one knee.

"Hey, pretty girl." Lakshmi looks shyly at him and ducks her head.

"Hi."

"We spent a lot of time playin' together these last few months. And do my eyes deceive me... Is this the famous Mr. Bear?"

He holds up the bear toward her, and she snatches it out of his hands, squeezing the life out of it.

Caleb laughs warmly. "I'm guessin' that's a 'yes'. Did you know we have a whole room for you and Mr. Bear at home?"

Lakshmi's eyes widen as she sniffles. You gently take a tissue and wipe her snot.

"Really?"

"Yup. It has all sorts of cool things. There's stars on the walls, and lots of model airplanes for you to play with."

"What's a 'moo-del'?"

"A model is like... a little plane that we can look at and study to understand bigger planes better."

"Um... I don't get it." She says shyly, but has now stopped crying.

"That's okay." Caleb strokes her back. "You're a smart girl. I'll teach you about them at home. How does that sound?"

Lakshmi stares at her feet, before thrusting the bear into Caleb's hands.

"Don't lose him."

"I won't." Caleb clutches the bear to his chest. "Cross my heart and hope to die."

"You're gonna die?!" Lakshmi exclaims, her eyes wide in shock.

"No, no!" You interject, glaring at Caleb. "Daddy is just kidding. Right, Caleb?"

"Yup. Daddy's not goin' anywhere. Promise." He holds out his arms, and Lakshmi cautiously waddles forward, before he scoops her up, twirling her around. She squeals and starts giggling, and Caleb beams.

"And where's my little man?" Caleb acts like he's searching far and wide, despite Aaru only being a few feet away. Aaru has been keeping himself occupied with his little toy dinosaur.

He realizes all the attention is on him, and fiddles with his shirt. You slowly approach him, getting down to his level.

He furrows his brow, before he glances at you.

"Are we going?" He sounds wistful, glancing around at the adoption center.

"Only if you want to." You say softly, smiling at him, gently rubbing his back. He stumbles a little closer.

"Can I keep my dinosaur?" He mumbles, clutching it to his chest.

"Of course, honey."

"I have lots more dinosaurs waiting for you back home." Caleb pops his head out from behind your shoulder, bouncing a giggling Lakshmi.

"Really?" He beams. He slowly gets up off the too-high chair, glancing up at the adoption center attendant. He gently hugs her leg, and she tears up a bit.

You both smile at each other, and she glances down at Aaru.

"I'll miss you, Aaru."

Aaru looks at her.

"Me too."

You glance at Caleb, and the tears are already flowing down your cheeks. His eyes are misty, too.

"Should we get the papers settled?"

You look at Caleb and Lakshmi, then back to Aaru.

"Yeah. Let's go home."

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This is for all my girlies (gn) who think male dancers/strippers are a turn off. And dedicated to @heartyluv, my inspiration even when we’re being totally unserious

You look up from your phone when you hear the unmistakable sound of heavy boots on hardwood.

Caleb steps out of the bedroom, and you immediately forget how to breathe. His colonel’s uniform is halfway undone—he’s missing the shirt and tie altogether, only the jacket on and unbuttoned to leave his abs on full sinful display, and the sleeves rolled up to expose his veiny forearms—like some kind of military-grade thirst trap. His hair’s a little tousled. His belt is–

Wait.

Dear god, is that Pony?

The unmistakable intro to Ginuwine’s hit song hits you like a freight train of secondhand embarrassment.

Caleb keeps walking toward you with purpose, a knowing look on his face before he stops in front of where you’re sitting in the living room.

“No,” you whisper in mortification, your phone falling limp in your hands.

���Yes,” he replies, the smirk spreading across his face as he reaches into his pocket, turning the volume up.

His hips start to roll. Roll. He actually grinds the air.

“Caleb,” you squeak—literally squeak—with how caught off guard you feel right now. “What…the hell are you doing?”

He doesn’t stop dancing, dropping into a squat and then rising slowly between your knees, muscles rippling, eyes smoldering, moving like he's auditioning for Magic Mike 4: Farspace Fleet Edition.

You choke on a laugh. “Oh my god.”

You’re really trying not to laugh at him. But you can feel giggles bubbling in your gut, and that arousal you felt from seeing him in uniform instantly dried up the second he humped the air.

His hands skim up his own thighs, dramatic and teasing, as he bites his lower lip in a seductive smolder. “You like this, pips?” he asks, so innocently genuine you think you might laugh again at the irony.

Your eye twitches. You want to like it. You really do. He’s objectively hot, and somehow those abs have gotten more defined since last week. But it’s the dancing. The theatrical body rolls. The vomit-inducing pelvic thrusts.

“Please,” you croak, knees pulling together like a fortress under siege. “This…I don’t think I like this,” you try to say as politely as you can while tears form in your eyes from trying to keep belly laughter at bay. “I beg you, Caleb. Mercy.”

“But I practiced–”

“Apple juice!” you yell your safe word while a chuckle catches in your throat. “Apple juice, apple juice, apple juice!” Maybe you could summon some otherworldly being just to make this torture end.

He stops mid-thrust, hands still in the air, breathing slightly winded. “Ah, really?” His eyes are comically wide, like a puppy’s. He knows the use of your safe word is no joke, but he probably never imagined you’d use it like this.

You nod solemnly. “I’m sorry, but this is the opposite of foreplay.”

Caleb huffs, defeated, and flops onto the couch beside you. “You should’ve said something,” he grumbles.

“I did. Loudly. Multiple times.” You lean into him, poking his cheek. “Baby, if you wanted to turn me on, you could’ve just made me dinner. Or kissed me. Literally anything but…that.”

He squints, mulling over your words. Then his carefree smile returns again. “What if I wore the uniform and kissed you while cooking?”

You blink.

“…Okay, that would work really well, actually.”

His grin widens. “Noted. Dance routines: retired.”

From his phone, Pony keeps playing. You both stare at it.

He sighs. “That’s the last time I’ll listen to any of Gideon’s suggestions for spicing things up.”

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You thought you were cute. Sassy little smiles, crossing your legs slowly in that tight-ass dress, ignoring Caleb's warnings all evening like he wouldn't do something about it.

You should’ve known better.

Now you’re straddling him in the driver’s seat of his parked car—your dress bunched up around your waist, tits spilling from your bra, and his thick cock buried inside you. The windows are fogged, the streetlamp outside barely lighting the scene of your punishment.

And Caleb?

He’s got you locked in a brutal chokehold, your face pressed into the crook of his arm while he fucks up into you like he’s trying to split you open.

“Thought you were real fuckin’ funny tonight,” he snarls against your jaw, teeth grazing skin as he slams into you again, and again, and again. “Now look at you. Can’t even talk.”

You can’t. Not with how tight his arm is, not with how deep he’s hitting—how hard his cock is pounding against your cervix like it’s punishing you for every bratty thing you said earlier.

His hand sneaks between your bodies, thumb finding your clit and grinding in tight, merciless circles.

“Your pussy’s so wet, baby,” Caleb growls. “You like being manhandled like this? You like knowing anyone could walk by this car and see you getting used like a fucktoy?”

You moan—choked and broken—and he just laughs, low and mean, like he already knows the answer.

“Pathetic little thing,” he whispers, cock twitching inside you. “You were begging for it. All that mouth just so I’d fuck the attitude out of you.”

And that’s what he’s doing.

The car is rocking under the weight of him. You’re limp in his lap, arms barely working, eyes rolling back as the pressure around your neck blurs your vision in the best way. You can’t even lift your head. You’re drooling on his shoulder. His name comes out in pitiful whimpers.

“That’s it,” he hisses. “So cockdrunk you can’t even pretend you hate it.”

You cum with a shudder—legs locking up, your cunt clenching around him so tight he snarls and pins you down harder, arm flexing as he fucks you through it.

You’re gasping, twitching, a mess on top of him.

Caleb’s thrusts get even rougher. Meaner. His voice cracks.

“Gonna fill you up,” he pants against your cheek. “Gonna fuck a bratty baby full of my cum so she can remember who she belongs to.”

You try to respond—but all you get out is a broken, needy sob before he slams into you one final time and spills everything inside your overstimulated, aching pussy.

His cum’s so hot you swear it burns. It floods you—deep, messy, thick—and you feel it drip down as you pulse around him helplessly.

He keeps you there, stuffed full on his lap, panting and twitching. His arm still around your neck—not choking now, just holding. Keeping you right where he wants you.

And then?

He grins.

“You're not putting your panties back on,” he says, voice all low and smug. “You're gonna sit there, leaking my cum down your thighs while I drive you home. And if you even think about mouthing off again?”

His fingers trail between your legs, scooping up the slick mess of you both, then shoving it right back inside with a curl of his digits.

“I’ll pull over and fuck you on the hood.”

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Right Under Their Noses 2: Love in a Cage

Setup: He always planned to make you fall in love with him again. But now? Now it is more than that. It is control. It is reclamation. It is an obsession cloaked in romance. By the time you notice the pattern, it will be far too late.

Pairing: LADs x Non-MC reader

Genre: Angst Content warning: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Yandere/Obsessive Behaviour, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Loss of Autonomy, Isolation, Power Imbalance, Abuse of Power, Fixation, mention of implied Violence Implications, Psychological Manipulation

Writer's notes: Part 2 of my recent "The Game She Forgot, The Players Who Didn't" request. I've received some lovely feedback from some of you, indicating a desire for a part 2, so here it is. I hope you all enjoy

The Constant

Xavier no longer plays in the shadows. He makes himself a constant in your life, the kind of presence that feels like oxygen.

Always there. Always watching. Always necessary.

He plans his actions carefully, knowing she is not someone easily fooled. She’s smart, sharp-eyed and an ambitious diva. Her rise to the top has taught her how to spot manipulation.

Xavier knows this, and so he moves with precision, dressing control in kindness, wrapping obsession in romance.

He join your planning committee, climbing the ranks fast, he cancels meetings on your behalf before you can object. He rearranges your public appearances with a careful, smiling suggestion.

He removes unnecessary people from your team. Publicists disappear. Assistants are reassigned. Security is quietly replaced with his own.

You thank him for it. You think he is helping.

Your fiancé's schedule, meanwhile, collapses into subtle chaos. Flights get cancelled. Security clearances vanish. Communications fail. His media presence dwindles under the weight of scandal and accident.

Xavier stands beside you during press tours, his hand at the small of your back, a calm force in the middle of the whirlwind. He speaks in quiet tones, soft enough that it feels like love.

"Let me handle this for you."

He says when your manager raises concerns. And because he has already isolated you from half your team, you agree.

You begin to rely on him for everything. Personal decisions. Business meetings. Travel plans. He controls the rhythm of your days, and you do not even notice.

But Xavier is not cruel to you. He is kind. Devastatingly so.

He touches your shoulder lightly when you are stressed, his fingers warm and grounding. He texts you reminders to eat when you forget.

He asks about your day and listens intently, eyes focused only on you.  

Your favorite flowers appear in your dressing room before every event.

Your favorite playlist is already playing in the car when he picks you up.

 He walks you home after long nights, making sure you never have to be alone in the dark.

Inside, though, Xavier's love festers in ways you cannot see.

Every glance you give him burns into his mind like scripture.

He collects your smiles like trophies. He keeps a list of the things you love and the things you hate, memorized down to the smallest detail. 

His love is a map of your life, and he is always at the center.

At first, you tell yourself it is convenient. Then you find yourself looking for him in every room. Then you start to smile when you catch him watching you.

You linger near him longer than you should, leaning into his hand when it brushes against yours. His sweetness disarms you. His closeness becomes comfort. His presence becomes a necessity.

He watches the shift happen inside you and keeps his expression soft, but inside, he is unraveling.

You are choosing him again. You are loving him again. It is the sweetest kind of torture, knowing how much he has done to orchestrate it, and yet still craving every new piece of affection you give him.

By the time you realise you are falling for him, it feels natural. Like breathing.

MC tries to step in again. She corners Xavier at one of the afterparties, her eyes burning.

"You shouldn't be hers," MC says, venom threading her voice.

"You are supposed to be mine."

Xavier tilts his head, his smile calm and devastating.

"You were," he agrees softly.

"But that was before you started interfering."

He leans close, his lips near her ear.

"Stay out of it, or I will make you regret it."

There is no threat in his tone. Only a promise.

When you finally begin to suspect something is wrong, it will be because of the quiet. The way your world has narrowed. The way your options have slowly vanished. You will realize Xavier has been directing your life for months, maybe longer.

But by then, you will already think of him as the one you cannot live without.

The Healer

Zayne plans his actions meticulously, as he ramps up his operation with clinical precision, knowing she is no fool.

You're a diva, sharp and calculating, with a reputation for spotting manipulation from miles away.

Zayne knows he cannot afford mistakes, so he builds his trap carefully, lacing it with care and clinical kindness, making every step feel like safety.

Zayne became your newly hired primary healthcare provider,  he slowly increases the frequency of your appointments, masking it as preventative care.

He introduces new therapies, subtle adjustments to your neural patterns.

You sleep better. You smile more. You associate safety with him.

Your fiancé tries to object. His security clearance is revoked within twenty-four hours. His name is flagged for "possible conflicts of interest" in medical databases across the system.

Zayne ensures your fiancé receives a health report of his own. One that suggests early-onset genetic deterioration. Entirely fabricated, but perfectly believable.

The report circulates quietly through financial and social circles, tarnishing his reputation without a single public accusation.

Zayne monitors your brainwaves during each session. He watches for signs of memory recovery, carefully guiding your thoughts away from certain paths and reinforcing others.

He starts asking you personal questions in session. Questions about trust. About love. About what makes you feel safe.

Your answers come softer each time, until they are whispered confessions in his office, lips quivering, eyes locked on his.

With you, Zayne is different. He speaks to you like you are fragile and precious, as if breaking you would shatter him too.

His hands are gentle when he adjusts the neural interface, his voice soft when he asks about your headaches or sleepless nights.

He reminds you to drink water, to take breaks, to breathe.

He learns your tells, the tiny signs of tension you did not know you showed, and he soothes them away with a touch to your wrist, a murmured reassurance, a small smile meant only for you.

But inside, Zayne's obsession sharpens with every visit.

He memorizes your brainwave patterns, not because he has to but because he wants to understand you on a level no one else can.

His affection is quiet, methodical, and clinical, but underneath it all, it is desperate.

He schedules your appointments for the late hours, so you can talk without anyone else listening.

He remembers the smallest things: the stories you told him in passing, your favourite snack after a long day, the way you hate cold rooms.

His care is relentless, meticulous, and impossibly kind.

When you leave his office, he often watches the door long after it closes. His love for you is a precise thing, carved out of longing and stitched together with obsession.

 He cannot imagine you in anyone else's arms. He does not allow himself to.

MC tries to disrupt it all. She attempts to access the medical system, tries to warn you about what is happening.

Zayne finds her in the lab, fingers trembling over a terminal.

"MC," he says, voice soft but final.

"This is not your role anymore."

She turns, furious, tears burning at the edges of her eyes.

"I loved you first," she whispers.

Zayne tilts his head. His smile is gentle, clinical.

"You did," he agrees. "But she will love me last."

He deletes her access with a flick of his wrist. Security arrives seconds later to escort her out. The door locks behind her with a whisper of finality.

You do not realize when you started loving him again.

Maybe it was the way he let you cry quietly in his office without asking questions.

 Maybe it was the nights he stayed late just to make sure you were alright.

Somewhere between the whispered reassurances and the subtle reprogramming, you begin to believe he is the only person who truly understands you.

When you finally begin to suspect something is wrong, it will come in fragments.

Dreams that do not feel like yours. Memories of Zayne that seem too soft, too warm, too frequent.

You will wonder when he became the center of your safety.

But by the time you realize, you will already believe that you cannot breathe without him.

The Artist

Rafayel plans his course of actions with carefulled keenness, knowing she is not easily swayed. She is a smart diva, sharp and perceptive, with a keen sense for manipulation disguised as affection.

 So he use his fame as a famous painter to be hired my your manager as well as your mother to commissioned some paintings.

He uses his charm to convince everyone that he finds you as a wonderful inspiration and to paint you more often to secretly indulge in his obsession in soft strokes, weaving control into beauty, making every display of love feel like art, and escalates his art campaign into something impossible to escape.

Billboards light the skyline with your image. His newest gallery installation features nothing but you, your stance, your smiles, the curve of your throat when you laugh.

The public calls it devotion. They call it romance. You call it flattering.

Your fiancé calls it disturbing. His calls to Rafayel go unanswered.

Behind the scenes, Rafayel purchases your fiancé's most critical sponsorship contract. Quietly cancels it. Then buys the building his family resides in and quietly files eviction notices.

One by one, the strings tighten.

MC tries to destroy one of the new paintings. She reaches for the canvas late one night, alone in his gallery.

Rafayel appears silently behind her. "Touch it," he says, "And I will break your hands."

His voice is warm. Almost playful. "You used to be my muse, MC."

He murmurs, brushing a finger along her wrist. "But now you are just background noise."

Her hand falls away from the canvas.

Rafayel returns to his painting, humming softly, his brush strokes sealing his intentions into every line.

With you, Rafayel is sweetness incarnate.

He remembers the little things: the way you like your tea, the music you hum under your breath, the nervous way you tap your thumb when you are overwhelmed.

He calls you by soft nicknames in private, brushes his knuckles over your cheek when no one else is looking. He texts you goodnight before every exhibition and asks if you made it home safe after every event.

But beneath that sweetness, his love is oceanic. All-consuming. Territorial.

He watches you from across the gallery floors with a soft smile but thinks about what it would be like to keep you in a glass frame, preserved forever.

To immortalize you in art because it would be the only way to stop the world from pulling you away again.

There is a hum beneath his skin, a pulse older than memory. The tides of forgotten oceans echo in his blood, a secret lineage no one dares name. His art is not just devotion. It is worship. It is control.

At first, you do not question it. Then you start waiting for his invitations.

Your heart races before each gallery unveiling. You wonder if it is normal to want someone to see you so clearly.

 You start to miss him between events, ache for his attention when he is not there.

Somewhere between the brush strokes and the whispered compliments, you fall in love with him again. It is not sudden. It happens slowly, like the tide rising.

Until one day you look around and realize you are already submerged.

When you finally start to suspect something is wrong, it will be because you see yourself too often. Your face in every reflection. Your image in every window.

You will wonder when your life became art and who is holding the brush.

But by then, you will already think of Rafayel as the one who truly sees you.

The Protector

Sylus plans each of his actions with great precision, knowing you are not easy prey.

You were a smart little diva, sharp-eyed and difficult to fool.

Sylus knows he has to make his moves precise, cloaking control in protection and obsession in soft promises of safety, setting his trap for complete control of power.

He dismantles your fiancé's security company in a single week. Quiet acquisitions. Anonymous tips to law enforcement. Frozen assets.

Your fiancé begins to unravel publicly. There are accusations. Scandals. False evidence planted in just the right places.

Sylus, of course, offers you refuge. "You are safe with me," he says, his voice velvet over knives.

And when he says it, you believe him.

With you, Sylus is different.

He speaks softly. Listens carefully.

He drapes his coat over your shoulders when the wind picks up, brushes stray strands of hair away from your face, and murmurs in a tone meant only for you.

But under the calm, Sylus's love is something jagged and dangerous.

He thinks about you constantly, plans for you obsessively. He tracks every detail of your life, not out of malice but out of a need so deep it borders on compulsion.

He tells himself it is protection. That it’s love. But the truth is;  

He cannot bear the idea of you choosing anyone else again.

In his mind, you belong to him already. Have always belonged to him.

He whispers your name under his breath when no one is listening.

Watches security feeds late into the night just to see you sleep.

MC tries to warn you one time. But one time is one too many for Sylus.

He corners her in the underground base before she can. "You are not part of this game anymore," he says quietly. "I suggest you remember that."

MC sees something in his eyes then. Something cold, calculative, human in its cruelty, but not godlike, like a fiend.

He is a man who knows how to pull strings, dismantle empires, and choke a life in his fist without anyone noticing.

She steps back.

Sylus returns to you, offering safety as the world around you burns.

He controls your new alliances, directs your business negotiations, and ensures that every financial transaction traces back to his hand.

You find yourself leaning on him more. At first, it is small things, a favour, a late-night message, a glance across the room during tense meetings.

Then it becomes everything. Your problems. Your fears. Your decisions. His solutions are effortless, his presence steady, and somewhere between those moments, you fall for him completely.

You do not know when it happened.

Maybe it was the night he held your hand a second too long.

Maybe it was the way he whispered, "I've got you," when everything else was falling apart.

When you finally begin to suspect, it will be because you look back and realize he has always been there. Every crisis was resolved by his hand. Every threat was eliminated quietly.

But by then, you will already believe he is your only refuge. And you will already love him for it.

The Commander

Caleb plans his actions with great care as he tightens the Farspace Fleet restrictions, knowing you were not someone easily manipulated.

You were considered a diva with a good head on your shoulders, sharp-eyed and difficult to deceive.

Caleb knows he must be precise, disguising control as protection, wrapping obsession in the language of love and safety.

Your fiancé is banned from military airspace, cited for "potential sedition."

Your father introduced you to him, so that you’ll be under his “special care” as your travels had to further be reduced. Your personal data is encrypted and rerouted through Fleet systems only Caleb controls for safety purposes.

Your daily life shifts quietly. All your protections lead back to him. All your movements are logged and approved by him.

But he is not cruel with you. He is soft. So incredibly soft that it disarms you.

Caleb brings you coffee in the mornings, waiting just outside your door. He checks the weather reports before you leave, adjusting your itinerary with a gentle smile. He listens when you talk about your day, nodding, remembering every word.

What you do not see is how tightly he holds onto you in his mind. How every piece of your life has become something sacred to him. He reads your messages before you do, reroutes your calls, adjusts your schedules in ways that make you lean closer to him.

In his mind, you are already his. You always have been. This time, he will control every variable. No one will come between you again. Not your fiancé. Not MC. Not fate.

At first, you think it is loyalty. Then you begin to crave the calm he brings. The quiet certainty. His eyes never waver from you. His presence becomes a constant.

He memorizes the way you breathe when you are at ease, the way your voice softens when you say his name. He watches for the smallest signs of distress so he can soothe them before you even realize they exist. He tells himself it is his duty. But he knows better. It is an obsession.

MC tries to override the restrictions, tries to slip messages to you.

Caleb catches her in the Skyhaven communication tower.

"You are not cleared for this transmission," he says softly, his eyes unreadable. "You are supposed to love me," she whispers "I did," he says. 

"And then you tried to interfere."

His Evol hums low. Gravity flexes.

She cannot move. She cannot speak.

Caleb turns away, his focus returning to the console. Her signal is erased. Her access revoked.

You begin to notice the changes too late. The missing gaps in your schedule. The routes you cannot take. The people you can no longer contact.

But by then, you will already believe Caleb built the walls around you to protect you.

And you will already love him for it. Because no one else looks at you the way he does. No one else makes you feel so safe, so wanted, so cherished.

And deep down, you do not want him to stop.

They all let you shine. They all made you brighter.

But they did not do it just for you.

They did it for themselves.

And when you notice the control, the obsession, the pattern that surrounds you, it will be far too late.

By then, you will already love them back.

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Imagine Caleb and you switch bodies after you fall asleep with Sylus still hard inside of you. And he wakes up as you, confused about a lot of things but the littlest of movement has his body tingling in a way it never has before. Slowly realizing it's not his body.

Walk with me and I'll explain.

Sylus and you hadn't seen each other in a while, the two of you busy with work. Finally though the two of you had a day off, you went out on a nice date, talking and having fun as usual.

Night came and so did you. Embraced the two of you indulged in your desires, pent up from the long time spent apart.

However you were tired and fell asleep in the middle of it. Sylus chuckled when he noticed, pressing his lips to your forehead. He held you while you sleep, still inside, the two of you liked it and had consented to it before.

Now here's how it goes down.

Caleb wakes up feeling a warm and heavy weight on him. It's odd because no one is supposed to be at your house but him. You are out on a date with your boyfriend-which he doesn't approve of-and you don't have any pets either.

He slowly opens his eyes, the room looks unfamiliar. He scans around trying to figure out if he's still dreaming or actually awake. He tenses, feeling a small twitch somewhere inside of him. It felt too real, too vivid.

He looks down, eyes widened in shock.

"W-what...?"

It couldn't be, he has to still be dreaming. There was no way he became a girl over night. He tries to get up, moving the arm around him. All the movement though is enough to stir the body on him awake.

"Mm, Ready for another round already kitten? You're insatiable" a voice says, low and husky from sleep.

Caleb's new body unconsciously clenches at the sound, making both him and the other persons breath hitch.

Caleb's eyes brows furrow at the nickname and voice. It sounded familiar.

"Sylus...?"

"Yes-" the man paused "...puppy?"

Caleb doesn't register the nickname, mind hazy from all the new sensations this new body gave him.

Noting his lack of response Sylus speaks up again "Is something wrong? Do you want me to pull out?"

As Sylus slowly moves his hips back to pull out, Caleb whimpers at the feeling, his body instinctively thrusts back to keep Sylus inside.

"N-no don't mm"

Sylus chuckles amused "you want me to keep going?"

Caleb nods furiously, eyes scrunched up from pleasure.

"I'm gonna need a verbal answer" Sylus’s hand sneaks up to his lips to tap "come on, open up that pretty little mouth of yours"

Caleb hesitates, before mumbling a small please.

"What was that?"

Calebs eyebrows furrow, he can hear the smugness in the other man's voice.

"Sylus" he gives in "please keep going"

In a flash Caleb's new body is on all fours.

Meanwhile you wake up in Caleb's body also confused, you think it's a dream at first, after a couple slaps that you still feel the sting of you realize it's not. It wasn't common to wake up in another persons body, much less experience what it's like to be the opposite gender. Excited you tested out Caleb's evol and strength, it was fun at first but then you remember what you were doing before you fell asleep, and if you were in Caleb's body then that would mean...

You quickly call your phone.

Sylus’s notices your phone lighting up with an incoming call, he doesn't need to check to knows it's you. Reaching over to get your phone he presses even deeper into Caleb making him tremble and whimper. With your phone in his hand Sylus answers and moves the phone next to your body, he figures you'd want to talk to Caleb first.

"Caleb is that you?"

"mm Y-yes!"

You stifle a giggle, you had your suspicions of how this incident would turn out. Hearing the two most important people in your life getting along makes your heart flutter, you can't wait to join them.

"I'm glad! I don't know what happend but don't worry I'll be there soon"

The last thing Caleb wants is for you to see him like this, a mess, mind weak from pleasure. Not only that, but also the fact that he was letting your boyfriend be the one to reduce him to putty.

"W-wait no-"

Before he can further protest Sylus takes your phone, his conversation with you drowning out as Caleb feels himself nearing a climax.

Suddenly, Sylus puts the phone down next to your body.

His eyes widen, "Sylus?"

Grinning at his shocked expression, one of his hands glides over your exposed hips, sliding in between the bed and your body. Caleb gasps as he feels the other mans skilled fingers rub against your sensitive little nub.

"Yes that's it sweetheart, let her hear you"

He's mortified, he thinks you'll be angry, hate him. But instead you laugh loudly into his ear.

"I'll be there soon, make sure you don't fall asleep okay? I want a turn next"

With that you hang up leaving him shocked once again.

"You heard her, make sure you don't fall asleep Caleb"

"Pip-?" He starts, name cut off by moan.

Said man feels his heart stop, when did Sylus find out? did you tell him or...

did he know since the start?

No, he wouldn't have kept going if he knew, his mind tries to reason. But he hasn't felt the other man push him away nor scold him. It's almost as if Sylus wants this, wants him.

His mind wants to deny it, he wants to deny it. Find any excuse to deny the possibility that the other man may desire him. But then he thrusts again, right into the spot that makes Caleb cry out.

"Talk to me, what's wrong puppy?"

He shakes his head and Sylus stills.

"If you want me to stop I will, I can wait outside until she's here or we can just lay here"

"I will only do what you want me to do"

"I...I want to keep going, please Sylus. I want this"

A choice, having a choice is rare, having a choice of what is done to his body is rare. The other man's words were sincere, he can't detect any anger or disappointment. He really will stop if Caleb asks him to, he has control, over the situation and his body.

He feels a gentle kiss against the back of his head, then more. Each one trailing down slowly making his body relax.

"As you wish"

Caleb grips the sheets tightly, feeling the other man start thrusting again. He feels so full, this brief moment of clarity allows him to really feel how big he is. He wonders if Sylus is bigger than him, he'll have to check when you get here.

Sylus watches carefully his reactions, he knows your body well. Knows what are your weakest spots that will draw out the sweetest reactions. His mouth kisses and sucks your skin, one hand rubbing at your nub again while the other squeezes and massages your breasts.

Caleb can feel himself nearing that peak again, he feels a little strange. It's different compared to his own body, he can't help but panic and beg for more at the same time.

Smirking, Sylus picks up the pace, relentlessly targeting any area that makes Caleb shake.

"Sylus I-ah-I'm!"

"I know sweetheart, you're doing so well for me" Sylus leans down to kiss his cheek "just relax and let go"

Caleb cums loudly, moans and drool spilling of his-your-lips. It's so different from how it normally feels, it's as if his mind and soul was in the clouds. His body can't stop squirming and shaking, riding out every last bit of it. All the movements and the erotic sight triggering Sylus's own release.

"Oh" the feeling of Sylus spilling inside of him is also new, well at least for him, your body seems to be very familiar with it.

Humming, Sylus lays next to him while pulling him close, the two of them catching their breaths. gently he pulls out watching his own release dribble down.

"Are you this loud in your own body too?" Sylus teases.

Blushing Caleb tries to push him away "S-shut up"

The other man laughs and tugs him back, burying his face in your hair. Caleb relaxes in his hold and reaches for one of his arms to make Sylus hug him tighter. He feels strangely vulnerable for some reason, desperate for the other mans comfort.

As if reading his mind Sylus starts to hum a soft melody.

"You suck at singing"

"Ouch, how mean, I thought that puppies are cute and friendly" Sylus responds dramatically.

"I'm not a puppy!" Caleb barks "I've told you countless times not to call me that"

"A feisty kitten and an agressive puppy, the two of you are so alike"

"I am not feisty"

Sylus looks up to see your pout, it's funny to see that no matter the body you still hold your same habits.

"Sweetie, how nice of you to join us"

You walk over to the pair huffing "I kept hitting my head while walking around, being tall is overrated"

"Are you okay? come here let me check" Caleb instantly goes into 'care for pipsqueak' mode.

"I'm fine, your body is like super pain resistant, are you secretly made out of metal or something?" you joke.

A flicker of something goes through his eyes, you miss it, but Sylus takes note of it.

Caleb chuckles "I think you hit my head a little too hard, let me inspect the damage"

"Caleb...?"

He moves to stand but then suddenly falls, his legs feel like jelly for some reason.

He looks up to you embarrassed, blush deepening when he notices the look in your eyes. Your heavy gaze taking in every inch of your claimed skin.

He tries to hide his cum stained lower half, feeling himself get even wetter. He's a bit surprised about how wet he could get. Nervous he bites his lower lip, praying it's not forming a puddle on the floor.

Curious, you part his lips making him gasp. At the moment you are stronger than him, you're not used to it but you quickly adapt liking this new dynamic. And it seems he likes it too.

With measured steps you make your way towards him before crouching down. Your hand gently holds his chin in place as you lean in to kiss him. His eyes widen for a moment before he quickly melts into the kiss. It's soft, innocent at first, exploring the taste of one another.

It should be awkward because of the current situation, but the two of you are so lost in the moment you don't even think about it.

Finally parting for air, the two of you look into each others eyes, he looks so dazed and needy you can't help but giggle.

Using your new strength you pick him up and lay him on the ned next to Sylus.

"Think you could handle two at a time?"

Caleb blinks, slowly processing your question.

"What?"

JSJSJS this one has been sitting in my drafts for a while. Couldn't really figure out how I wanted to handle the situation itself, I really wanted to highlight how it's Caleb's choice and how he has a say and also that MC and Sylus want him and it's not just Sylus going at it thinking it's MC. Basically MC x Sylus x Caleb, love writing poly ships. Anyways that's it, love whiny needy Caleb.

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Imagine MC getting hungry at like 2am or smth and she leaves the bedroom to go to the kitchen. But on her way there she notices the twins are still awake so she invites them and they all go to the kitchen and make food together.

Sylus eventually wakes up and notices his wife is missing and immediately goes to look for her. He hears laughter coming from the kitchen and as he gets closer he recognizes the voices

Finally at the entrance he sees the three of them cooking together and having fun. He can't help but smile fondly at the sight suddenly feeling emotional.

When they notice his presence they beckon him over excitedly, and with an amused laugh he joins them for their late night snack. It's an assortment of different things they all crave.

Huddled together around the counter they eat and talk about random things, interests, daily occurrences. Simple yet meaningful exchanges. The Sylus of the past would've never imagined this. Domesticity was once a foreign concept, family was an idea he had once given up on.

But it didn't seem foreign or impossible now, on the contrary, he believes in the possibility of them very well. He has a family, a home, a safe place. There are people he loves and love him.

He doesn't notice it, not until Luke hesitantly points it out.

He's crying.

He feels unusually vulnerable, an urge to run away-to hide, is present. Instinct to not lower his guard. He almost listens, but immediately pushes the thought away when he feels three pairs of arms around him.

It's quiet with the exception of his barely suppressed sniffles. They don't ask questions nor offer any words, they just let him feel. Arms hugging him tightly, grounding, a silent 'we're here'

Sylus angst hurt/comfort card when

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[lez-1vy]

Not even air… not even life… just her (self made)

[lez-1vy]

Hiiiiii, loveeee. May I request lads headcanon where the lads said "i love you" to non mc(established relationship) fondly or teasingly(the author may decide the scenario to your own accord) then you decided to tease them and said "it seems we love the same person" instead of your "I love you more" just to see their reactions. 😁😁😁 thankssss, luv ya.

It Seems We Love the Same Person

Setup: In the air of Domestic bliss, he confess his love for you, but of course, being a little gremlin, you just ended up teasing him in the process

Pairing: LADs x Non-MC

Genre: Fluff Writer's note: This request was so precious, giggling and gushing happily in my room while typing this.

You’re helping Sylus rearrange his vinyl collection, sorting through records while soft jazz plays in the background.

Leaning against a shelf, he watches you fondly before casually saying. "You know, I really love you."

Flashing him a mischievous grin, you reply smoothly. "Interesting. It seems we love the same person, Sy-sy."

Sylus arches an eyebrow, momentarily surprised, before his lips curl into an amused smirk. "Ah, is that how it is?"

He drawls, stepping closer and trapping you playfully against the shelf, fingers lightly tickling your waist. "This is what you get for teasing me, little dove."

He chuckles softly, cupping your face gently before pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. "I'll gladly compete with you over who loves you more."

You laugh breathlessly, wrapping your arms around his neck, and Sylus pulls back slightly, smirking mischievously. "Careful, princess."

He teases, voice low and warm.

"I might start taking this competition very seriously."

With a flirtatious tilt of your head, you grin back, "Oh, and what if I'm counting on that?, Draggie"

You're lounging together on the couch, Xavier's head resting comfortably on your lap as you softly run your fingers through his hair.

He sighs contentedly, peering up at you with gentle eyes before murmuring. "I love you."

A mischievous grin lights your face, eyes twinkling as you reply innocently. "Huh, it seems we love the same person."

Xavier freezes for a moment, blinking rapidly as his cheeks flush bright red.

His stunned expression quickly dissolves into a shy, slightly embarrassed chuckle.

Playfully, he sits up, lightly tickling your sides. "That was mean, baby."

He laughs softly, burying his face against your shoulder. "But I guess that's why I love you."

He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, holding you tightly.

You laugh, wriggling in his hold, and Xavier smiles warmly, peppering soft kisses along your neck and shoulder, whispering teasingly. "Maybe I’ll find another way to make you behave."

You smirk playfully, leaning close to whisper back. "I'd love to see you try, Starlight."

You're preparing tea in the kitchen while Caleb wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

Quietly, he whispers into your ear. "I love you."

Immediately mischievous, you tilt your head back to look up at him, teasing softly. "Well, Cal, it seems like we love the same person."

He blinks, momentarily confused, before his expression softens into gentle amusement, shaking his head.

Caleb squeezes you playfully tighter, gently spinning you around to face him, eyes fondly narrowed. "You’re a menace."

He murmurs affectionately, before pressing quick, playful kisses across your cheeks and lips. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

You giggle, pushing lightly against his chest, but he just smiles more broadly, gently lifting your chin for a soft, lingering kiss, whispering tenderly, "You're lucky you're so adorable, or you'd be in serious trouble."

Your eyes sparkle as you lean in closer, whispering back flirtatiously. "Maybe I like a little trouble from you, Puppy."

You’re sharing a quiet dinner at home, soft music playing in the background as you pass dishes back and forth.

Zayne reaches over to brush some crumbs from your lips, his voice soft and gentle as he says. "I love you."

Instantly playful, you smirk teasingly. "Well, would you look at that, we seem to love the same person, Zaynie."

Zayne pauses mid-bite, his stoic expression wavering slightly as his eyes widen in surprise.

He clears his throat, glancing away to hide the soft blush creeping onto his cheeks.

Gently, he reaches over to tug lightly at your cheek, voice fondly chastising. "You just enjoy flustering me far too much, Snowflake."

He then smiles warmly, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your forehead, softly whispering. "But I adore it."

You grin cheekily, prompting Zayne to roll his eyes fondly before pulling you closer, pressing multiple sweet kisses along your jawline and murmuring. "Next time, I'll be ready for your tricks."

You flutter your eyelashes at him teasingly, whispering back. "We'll see about that, won't we, Snowie?"

Rafayel’s humming softly while painting on a canvas by the window; you're curled up in a nearby chair, sketchbook in hand.

He turns suddenly, eyes bright and playful as he declares theatrically. "Darling, I love you!"

Matching his dramatic flair, you gasp and place a hand over your heart, feigning astonishment. "Oh my, Rafie! It seems we love the same person!"

He stares at you, paintbrush frozen mid-air, before breaking into delighted laughter. "You cheeky lil' creature."

He says fondly, striding over and lightly painting a small heart on your cheek. "Consider this your divine punishment from your sea god."

He swiftly follows it with playful kisses all over your face, laughing warmly. "Never change."

Giggling, you try to duck away, but Rafayel catches you in a warm embrace, squeezing affectionately as he whispers joyfully into your ear. "You're my greatest masterpiece."

With a playful smile, you gently trace his jawline with your finger, murmuring softly. "Funny, I was just about to say the same about you, Fishie."

[lez-1vy]

leaving your wedding ring at home

with: zayne, caleb, sylus, rafayel, xavier

content: fluff, the sylus one is a tiny bit suggestive

[lez-1vy]

hairy situations! ━━━ when you tell the lads men that you can’t have sex because you didn’t shave.

♥︎ zayne, xavier, rafayel, sylus, caleb. ✩ genre: smutty, suggestive, crack, fluff

[lez-1vy]

picture it, zayne's sitting at his desk in his home office. he's sipping on his tea while reading a work email, wearing a button-up shirt for zoom meetings and his pj pants for comfort.

then, the door bursts open. there you stand, a big goofy grin across your face.

"zaynie!" you exclaim and barrel toward him a full speed. that micro-smile twitches at the corner of his mouth, and he pushes his office chair back in anticipation. melodic giggles erupt as you crash into his open arms. you immediately scramble onto his lap and squeeze him tight.

there's no better feeling than his steady heartbeat against yours.

pulling back, you chortle sweetly with your hands on his broad shoulders.

"guess what, baby?" you chirp. his cold hands, momentarily warmed by his mug, rest on your back.

zayne murmurs, "what, dear?"

you giggle softly, "i was on my walk, right? and as i was walking, i saw this flock of pigeons. but one of them was white! like, it was white and beige. and it reminded me of your suit!" he sighs, his 0.25 smile morphing into a 0.5 as he gazes down for a moment.

returning those hazels to you, he says quietly, "your heart is racing. did you rush home to tell me this?"

you nod enthusiastically, "yep! it was so pretty. i tried to take a photo to show you, but then the pigeon flew away." your bright smile fades into a small pout. but zayne won't tolerate that.

with the side of his pointer finger, he tips your chin up a little and suggests gently, "maybe the pigeon only wanted you to see it." your pout instantly dissolves, replaced by a blank look before your warm grin returns.

"you think?"

"it's a possibility," he replies tenderly.

you hum, "mhmm," while leaning in and pecking the tip of his nose.

"you almost done with work?" you ask, hoping he'll say yes so you two can spend some time together on his rare day off.

"almost, my love," your husband reassures you. then, he pulls you into a brief kiss. it's loving, as is the way he rubs your back soothingly and carefully spins the chair to face his monitor.

zayne offers, "you can stay here while i finish things up, if you'd like." you chastely kiss his cheek and rest your head on his shoulder in response, making yourself comfortable while he works in silence.

maybe the pigeon flew away, but your husband wouldn't be leaving you any time soon.