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[nightplvmes]

it's cold

zayne one shot (love and deepspace) • anon req Zayne uses his evol to immobilize your wrists...

⋆｡° | pairing : zayne x fem!reader ⋆｡° | temperature play, use of cold/ice and his evol, consent-focused dynamic, caring dom energy, playful teasing, needy reader, takes the lead but makes sure you're okay, oral sex, p in v ⋆｡° | word count : 4.3k (4,349) ⋆｡° | autor note: this req took me a little longer than usual because i wanted to do it right. pls remember english isn't my first language but i did my best!! :) likes and reblogs are appreciated!! :) ★ masterlist here

it started with an ice cube. you could still remember that vacation when you and Zayne stayed at one of the best hotels in the area. you two had dinner, watched a movie, and you didn't remember exactly how things had escalated so suddenly but at some point, you had started asking for his cold hands on you and an ice cube sliding across your skin.

maybe it was due to the timing; you weren't thinking clearly, but you could still remember the words that had come out of your mouth. practically begging.

a gasp escaped your lips when you felt the cold ice cube against your warm skin. you were sure it had already begun to melt due to the heat emanating from you because you felt the small drops sliding down your skin… or maybe it was also due to the mixture of Zayne's breath because you heard his teeth hit the surface of the ice and he began to slide it down your spine until it reached the small of your back. his lips closed around the remained of the ice, and he gently sucked on your skin, making you release all the heavily held air.

you felt Zayne move away from you. it took you a few seconds to regain your composure, and you finally turned around. you let your back hit the mattress, your chest rising and falling, and you could barely focus on anything other than the memory of the ice sliding over your skin. you didn't know when you'd developed this sort of taste… or fetish. did it have to do with Zayne? was it because of his evolution? you weren't entirely sure, and you'd never given it much thought.

Zayne positioned himself on top of you again, without putting all his weight on you. you closed your eyes, Zayne stretched out beside you, and his fingers reached for another ice cube on the table next to the bed. you hadn't fully understood why he went to the trouble of making ice cubes himself when he could create them with his evol. perhaps in an attempt to experience something different. with the help of his lips and teeth, he caught the ice cube and leaned down to run it over one of your nipples. you felt your delicate skin become firmer against the cold, making you gasp. Zayne let out a satisfied sound as you felt yourself slowly begin to lose feeling there.

"Zayne…" you moaned, pushing your hips against him. his hands gripped you tightly, running over your curves. you felt his touch begin to turn cold, and you knew he was using his evol to cool his own hands. enough to make you gasp, but not so much that it became unbearable.

your breathing was heavy as you threw your head back and bit your bottom lip in an attempt to keep from letting out another moan when Zayne focused his attention on your other nipple. you snorted as a thousand thoughts started crossing your mind. you wanted his attention, you wanted him, but in a different way. there was something else on your mind, and you couldn't say it out loud if he kept distracting you like that. it was when you felt the cold making you lose sensitivity again that you dared to speak.

"Zayne…" Your voice sounded heavy, letting out a gasp as you felt the drops of water sliding down your skin because the ice had finished melting. it took him more than a couple of seconds to come to.

he looked up, and Zayne's piercing eyes met yours. his breathing was labored, his cheeks slightly red, perhaps from the heat of his own body. he remained silent, and you knew he was waiting for you to continue talking.

"remember… remember what we talked about the other night?" your voice was a mix of shyness and embarrassment. his chest was still rising and falling, and Zayne had to do his best not to capture one of your nipples in his mouth again because he knew otherwise, he wouldn't be able to fully pay attention to you.

the memories of that conversation came flooding back. of course he remembered because it had been the same night you'd insisted that one of the foundations of a healthy relationship was talk about everything, even if you two already talked about everything. Zayne was one of the people you trusted the most in the world… you'd dare say he was actually the only one. that's why you'd told him, your cheeks flushed, trying to draw it out as long as you could because you could barely stand his piercing eyes on you while he waited for you to continue.

there was a small fantasy in your mind. maybe it was much more than a fantasy because Zayne had once taken your wrists in one of his hands—and the fact that he'd only used one of his hands had turned you on beyond belief—and had kept you partially immobilized while he took care of pleasuring you. he'd also done it once in his office while he used his tie to keep your wrists immobilized. maybe that's why you'd developed a taste for feeling immobilized beneath him. it turned you on, and you wanted to experience it again… with a little something extra.

Zayne nodded after several seconds. his breathing became agitated as he remembered when you'd told him that. he wasn't the controlling type; if you stepped on him with one of your heels, he wouldn't even complain because it was you. but he also understood the things you liked, and he didn't mind at all as long as it didn't put you at risk.

"do you want me to tie you up?" he finally asked. his voice was husky and low. you could almost tell a thousand things and ideas were starting to run through his mind… or maybe it was memories of things you'd done before.

"something like that… I was thinking you could try something else," you murmured, running your fingers down his chest. you felt how hot his skin was and watched the way his breathing became heavier at your touch. it took you more than a few seconds to admit what was on your mind and what you wanted to try that night. "I thought you could add something extra and not use strings or something."

"what would we use?" Zayne's voice now brimmed with a mix of curiosity and maybe… some concern, as a quick glimpse of what was on your mind flashed through his.

"why don't you…" a two-second pause felt like an eternity. "your evol." those words had come out of your mouth without much thought, hoping for the best. Zayne remained silent, processing what you were saying, but his face told you he needed more information, so you sighed and spoke again. "you can freeze my wrists, right?" you raised an eyebrow, thinking that maybe he hadn't fully understood your vision, or maybe he couldn't even do it, even though you knew it was almost impossible because you knew him perfectly.

"no," he shook his head without much thought, which made you feel confused. he moved away from you enough to sit on the edge of the bed, but one of his hands continued to leave light caresses along your legs. he knew his words had come out too abruptly and could see the confusion on your face, so he quickly spoke again in an attempt to repair the sad expression on your face. "it's dangerous, it can hurt you. the cold can cause burns."

you snorted because the words "cold" and "burns" sounded impossible in the same sentence, even though you knew it was entirely possible that if someone was exposed to the cold for so long, it could cause damage. "but… I'll be okay. we have a safe word and all." you slid to the edge of the bed next to him, resting your chin on his bare shoulder. Zayne's touch began to rise up your thighs; he seemed to be considering it, even though he wasn't.

"it can cause tissue damage. did you know that?" one of Zayne's hands took hold of your wrist, the tip of his fingers caressing your skin. "your veins ran through here, the skin is thin here and it could be too dangerous. no." he shook his head again, causing a sigh of frustration from you.

you'd almost forgotten what it was like to date a doctor.

Zayne noticed the slight pout on your face and felt guilty. while he didn't mind fulfilling your little fantasies, he wasn't going to put your safety at risk because of one of them. the only reason he'd tried several things was because none of them put you at risk. but he hated seeing that expression on your face… luckily for him, something came to mind.

"I have a condition." you raised your face curiously. now he'd caught your attention.

your lips were parted in disbelief. it took some of the fun out of it, but you knew there was no other way Zayne would agree to what you'd proposed.

he had disappeared into the other room for several seconds until he arrived, hiding something behind his back. there was a playful smile on your face until you saw what he'd placed in front of you: a pair of gloves. cold-proof gloves. your brow furrowed, not understanding much of what they would do… until it reached your mind and hit you with a mixture of disappointment and… something else. thousands of ideas began to run through your mind. maybe if you put the thinnest fabric over your wrists, some of the cold might seep in. just enough to feel it on your skin, but not enough to hurt you.

"you want me to wear them?" he nodded. "but it'll take away the fun." you snorted, looking at him.

"then it's no deal." Zayne shook his head. he was about to turn away, but when he heard the chuckle that fell from your lips, he quickly knew he'd won that argument.

the feeling of the gloves on your hands was… different, but it hadn't taken you long to forget about it because your mind had wandered elsewhere: Zayne's lips against your skin.

gasps escaped your lips as you tried to think of anything other than how his lips made you feel. you were sure you could come from his kisses only. Zayne placed one last kiss on your chest, your hands tried to wrap around him, but you felt his fingers close around your wrists, the fabric of the gloves stung the tips of your fingers.

"your hands are too naughty," he murmured. his grip was firm but not strong. a gasp escaped your lips as for a second you felt immobilized by him, and again that smile formed on your lips. "hold still, okay?" he murmured, leaning down to place a peck on your lips.

you nodded as you watched him slide on top of you… his chest in front of your face. your gaze traveled down to his chest, and for a second something crossed your mind. what if you ran your tongue over his skin? and… a sound of ice hitting the warmth of the room distracted you. you raised your gaze and tried to see above your head. Zayne had begun to create ice on the gloves. he seemed so focused on his task that you couldn't tell if the tingling in your stomach was because you were starting to feel like you couldn't move or because of the way he looked over you.

you could see the glints of ice on his palm, making sure it touched the fabric of the gloves but not your skin. you felt some of the cold seep through the thin fabric over your wrists. It wasn't too much, not even close to how ice cubes felt on your skin, but… it was different. you liked it. seconds later, Zayne carefully returned to his position over you, running his hands over your body. your breath hitched with anticipation, and you felt your insides quiver with excitement.

you tried to move your wrists, but it didn't work, except for the soft crunch of the ice, but it didn't break. you tried to move your hands toward Zayne, but all you got was a few cold drops on your skin from the melting ice. the knowledge that it was ice that was keeping you immobilized was enough to make you almost tremble.

"you look so beautiful like this," Zayne murmured, placing a kiss on your cheek. that had brought you back to reality, now you were completely at his mercy. he could do whatever he wanted with you, and you were okay with that. not only because you knew Zayne would never hurt you, but he made you feel safe. you would never have been willing to explore something like that with anyone else.

"we can… you can." a gasp left your lips as his lips moved down to his neck. you threw your head back, giving him better access to the skin of your neck, where Zayne began to suck gently, enough to probably leave a mark. his lips began to leave a small trail of kisses down to your chest, passing through the valley of your breasts, where he spent several seconds that felt like an eternity. "I need…" you closed your eyes when his lips captured one of your nipples. you couldn't think; the words definitely wouldn't come out of your mouth, and there was no way you'd think of anything other than Zayne's lips on your skin.

"you need to use your words," he murmured against your skin. he remained motionless for a few seconds before sucking on your sensitive skin again. "come on, use your words." this time it sounded more like an order… was it an order? you couldn't even think that clearly at that moment.

"I… I need your attention." it had barely been a whisper, but it didn't seem to bother Zayne. he wasn't planning on demanding more from you when he knew you could barely open your lips without letting out a moan.

"where?"

you huffed in frustration. he knew exactly what you meant, yet he kept asking questions in an attempt to toy with you. you were going to speak, you were going to tell him, but instead, you shifted in place. you watched as Zayne's breathing became labored as you spread your legs and felt the cold air travel over your body, and a few droplets of melting ice began to slide down your arms. you looked at him with shining eyes, you knew that at another time, Zayne would have shaken his head and asked you to say it with words.

but in those moments, he didn't have the brains to think about anything else. the way your body was slightly tense because you couldn't move, and the way your chest rose and fell because of your heavy breathing. that was enough to stop him from thinking about anything else. he wanted to feel you on his tongue. you heard something rumble in his chest, probably a moan or a sound of satisfaction. you felt the cold palms of his hands grip your thighs tightly, making you gasp, he was making his hands cold on purpose. he settled between your legs. you made an effort to look down and pay attention to the way Zayne looked between your legs. you wanted to slide your hand in and grab the strands of his hair, but you were immobilized, and that made you snort.

Zayne murmured something to himself when you felt his breath against your sensitive clit. suddenly, you stopped feeling the cold of his palms on one of your thighs, and seconds later, you felt that same cold against your sensitive nub. a moan escaped your lips, and your hips instinctively pushed away from him, but you quickly relaxed. "you're so sensitive," he murmured against the skin of your inner thigh.

"stop playing with me," you gasped, trying to push your hips against him in an attempt to get more of his touch. your tone must have been annoyed, that's what you had in mind, but it actually sounded like a small plea.

Zayne smiled to himself and finally gave you what you wanted. his hands held you tight enough to keep you open for him until you finally felt it… his tongue darted between your folds, and you heard a satisfied sound rumble against your sensitive skin.

"ah, ah-Zayne!" your hips bucked against his mouth, seeking more, but he pressed your hips against the mattress beneath you, keeping you still. one of his hands slid up your thigh, pushing it back, allowing his tongue better access.

a curse left your lips as you tried to slide one of your hands back into his hair to pull him closer, and you realized you were immobilized… again. you closed your eyes as Zayne's tongue wrapped around your sensitive nub, concentrating on the sensation of his tongue playing with you. you heard the ice cracking around your wrists, the cold seeping through the gloves was barely noticeable, but the small, cold drops sliding down your arms were still enough.

"Zaynie…" that nickname had left your lips without thinking. Zayne moaned with satisfaction as his tongue slid toward your entrance. your wetness filled his tongue, and he didn't bother to hide how much he loved the taste of it. "I won't last long—ah!" the words barely left your mouth in a murmur.

Zayne paused for a few seconds, long enough to raise his gaze and stare at you. he remained silent for a few seconds as one of his fingers slid back to your clit, making you gasp. his piercing eyes were on you, as if he were teasing you with his light touches, enough to make you gasp, but not enough pressure to make you cum on his tongue. "I want to feel you on my tongue," he murmured before sinking back between your legs without warning.

you felt your eyes roll white with pleasure. your hips bucked against his tongue, searching for more. this time, he didn't even bother trying to keep you still. Zayne let you ride his tongue wantonly, seeking your own pleasure as his thumb continued to press against your clit.

“ah, mmph! I'm cu-cumming!” the ice clinked again as your wrists were tugged on. Zayne moaned against your sensitive skin as he felt your walls clench around his tongue as you came. he held still for a few seconds, even as your hips tried to move away from his mouth. his thumb continued to move over your clit for a few seconds until he finally heard your ragged breathing calm down.

he finally pulled away from you, just enough to watch you try to control your breathing. your wrists were still as he leaned over you and ran his cold fingers over your skin.

“are you okay?” he asked, placing a kiss on your cheek. you nodded, feeling a little dizzy from your orgasm. the drops of melting ice began to run down your arms more quickly. Zayne licked his lips, still tasting you on his tongue as he gave you a few seconds to recover. his erection was beginning to feel painful; you could see the small droplets sliding down the tip. "does it hurt?" he asked, referring to the way you remained immobilized, but you shook your head. he continued checking that everything was in order when your words caught his attention.

"I want to taste you," you blurted out suddenly, taking him by surprise. he blinked, feeling like he was going to lose control when he saw you like that: with your flushed cheeks and that sparkle in your eyes.

Zayne ran his fingers along your jaw. he was silent for a few seconds, and for a second, you thought he wasn't going to refuse. but when he shook his head, something in your chest stirred with disappointment. "not yet." he leaned down to press his lips against yours. you gasped, bucking your hips against him, but Zayne held you tightly enough to keep you still.

you could taste yourself in your mouth. you wanted to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you… that's when you suddenly became aware of the ice around your wrists again. you snorted when Zayne pulled away from you. his hands traced a small path down your thighs, and he spread your legs again. your breathing became heavier; you were still sensitive, but not enough to stop him. his intense eyes fixed on you as he settled between your thighs. your chest rose and fell from the mix of arousal and the slight stirring that lingered in your body after that orgasm.

Zayne leaned over you, his lips brushing against yours, causing you to gasp. that seemed to have ignited something in him, due to the way his fingers cupped your jaw, his lips crashing against yours. his free hand took advantage of the fact that you were lost in the kiss to slightly lift one of your legs. he slipped into you with almost agonizing slowness. you didn't even bother to hide the moan that escaped your lips, causing you to break the kiss.

"shit, Zayne…" you moaned, trying not to get lost in the sensation of him inside you. how long has it been since the last time? probably a week, and that had been enough to nearly drive you crazy. because how were you supposed to maintain control when Zayne looked so damn good doing anything?

"you feel so good," he murmured, gritting his teeth. he could come just seeing you like that underneath him.

you thrust your hips against him again, making him moan. he gripped you tightly to keep you still, you couldn't do much with your immobile wrists anyway. "please move," you moaned. you were trying not to sound desperate, but it was too difficult. Zayne looked at you for a few seconds, and for a second, you feared he was going at his own pace. but he gripped your hips tightly and began thrusting into you, slow and deep at first. your back arched as you felt him hit every exact spot. "fuck, fuck," you muttered to yourself.

the ice cracked again as you tried to free your wrists. a moan escaped your lips and Zayne felt like he couldn't hold back any longer, even if he tried. he gripped you tightly and began moving faster. "shit… you should-" a pause, then another deep thrust into you. "keep making those sounds," he murmured, running his fingers along your jaw. he knew how you constantly tried to contain your moans, even though he liked hearing them.

you nodded, your lips parting, and you forced yourself to stop hiding your moans. your hips desperately ground against him, trying to find your own pleasure. the heat inside you was beginning to grow rapidly. maybe it was the combination of still feeling somewhat sensitive, or the fact that Zayne was the sexiest person you'd ever met and you could cum just by looking at him.

"god, Zayne… I'm not going to-" you moaned, feeling the heat building in your belly. your moans grew louder; the neighbors probably thought something was up.

you weren't going to last long, and he seemed to notice. Zayne's fingers dug into your skin without hurting you, speeding up his movements. the wet sound of their bodies together filled the room, mingling with your moans and the light crackling of the ice around your wrists.

suddenly, it was all too much. Zayne's hoarse moans, the cold drops of ice sliding down your arm and the way he pounded inside you. your back arched, your eyes closed and you felt yourself clench around Zayne as your orgasm hit you so hard that your body lost its feeling for a second.

"shit, you…" Zayne wasn't the type of person to curse and yet, in those moments, that word had slipped out without a thought. he thrust into you one last time, twice more until he felt himself spill inside you. you gasped, trying not to move too much because of how sensitive you were, but Zayne continued moving slowly until he finally stopped.

he kissed your cheek as he pulled out of you. his breathing was still ragged, and a layer of sweat covered his back. he took a few seconds to observe how you looked beneath him, with your red cheeks, your disheveled hair and your labored breathing.

you were too dizzy to know what he was doing. you just felt him moving over you, somehow managing to melt the ice around your wrists, finally freeing them. his fingers brushed the skin of your wrists, making sure you weren't hurt. "we have to do this again," you said, breaking the silence. your words took him by surprise, and a small smile formed at the corner of his lips.

he nodded, leaving a peck on your lips. "you need to rest," he murmured, removing your gloves. suddenly, you felt strange; you almost didn't remember you were wearing them.

there was still a slight trembling in your legs, as you struggled to process what had happened. but you definitely had to convince him to do it again in the near future.

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his baby

sylus one shot (love and deepspace) ⋆｡° | pairing : sylus x fem!reader ⋆｡° | dad sylus - when you woke up that morning and didn't see your baby in the crib, the first thing you did was panic… until you remembered where she could be. ⋆｡° | word count : 0.9k (968) ⋆｡° | autor note : this is one of my fave one shots ever, that's all, that's the note likes and reblogs are appreciated!! :) ★ masterlist here

when you opened your eyes, it was like something jumped in your chest. fear filled you, and it took you a few seconds to remember you were in your room. in your house, completely safe.

you rubbed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to think of anything else that would help distract you. it was at that moment that you looked at the small clock on the nightstand to confirm the time. it was almost 7 a.m., which meant Emma would wake up any moment. you didn't usually wake her up earlier; you preferred to wait for her to wake up on her own and decide she was hungry.

you yawned and looked at the empty spot on the bed next to you. you couldn't deny that something settled in your chest at the thought of Sylus not being there, but you forced yourself to remember that he'd probably just gone to his office downstairs and wasn't actually putting his life in danger in some seedy place in the area. trying to think of something else, you walked to the crib next to the bed, hoping to see your precious baby girl asleep… but it was empty.

the first thing you felt was panic and the urge to scream, thinking someone had broken in and taken Emma, but you forced yourself to think calmly, just as Sylus had taught you. it was impossible; there was security all over the place. Sylus had increased security since you were pregnant, and it got worse when Emma was born, so where… of course, Sylus.

you let out a frustrated huff and turned to leave the room, combing your hair to make yourself look even slightly presentable. your heavy footsteps echoed through the hallways until you reached the floor below, where Sylus' office was. Mephisto was resting on one of the decorations in the hallway and made a sound that caught your attention. you could swear he was making fun of you, or maybe you'd just gone too crazy these past few weeks.

"don't you dare," you warned, raising one of your fingers at Mephisto as a signal for him to stop. he just blinked, and you finally turned to walk the rest of the distance to Sylus' office.

you didn't knock or bother to let him know you were about to enter; you simply pushed the door open in front of you without warning. Sylus didn't even flinch when you entered. he had some papers in one of his hands and… yes, that small lump on his chest.

"what the hell is wrong with you?!" you asked in that tone that made your annoyance evident, but without raising your voice too much, otherwise that small lump in his chest would start crying. "I told you to stop stealing my baby!"

Sylus finally put the papers on the table and looked at you with a strange expression you couldn't decipher. you thought he was going to say something to you in an annoyed tone… even though Sylus had never used an annoyed tone with you before. his eyes traveled all over your body, and for a second, you had the urge to say something, aware of your terrible appearance. you had a three-month-old baby, and even though Sylus helped you a lot, it seemed almost impossible to sleep normally because of your nerves. "you look beautiful today."

you rolled your eyes as you walked toward him. "I'm going to hit you," you muttered, but quickly regretted it when Sylus' smile widened. "you stole my baby."

"she's my baby too," he defended himself.

"you need to stop doing that." you rubbed your face, trying to calm down. Sylus was right. you needed more sleep and you could sleep when he took care of Emma at night, but when you heard her crying, it was practically impossible to close your eyes again.

"she likes to sleep in my arms. besides, you've had her for nine months. she wants to spend time with her father."

"Sylus, she was in my belly. we weren't just living together and drinking tea." you crossed your arms as he settled Emma onto his chest so you could see her. the baby opened her small red eyes, which met yours. she was too identical to Sylus. you were sure your genes didn't even bother fighting for your daughter to have any of you.

"you should sleep. I'll take care of her."

"she needs to eat."

"I already fed her." he pointed to an empty bottle on his desk. your eyes strayed toward it, confirming that Emma had already been fed.

"she needs a diaper change."

"I already did that when she woke up."

you sighed, giving up. maybe you were worrying too much, and a little nap and a shower wouldn't hurt anyone at all. you nodded, leaning down to kiss Emma's little head. "your father doesn't know that as soon as you fall asleep, we're going to have a very serious talk." you spoke in that tone you only used with Emma, and the baby did something that might have been a grimace, but in your eyes, it looked like a small smile.

you looked at Sylus one last time; you couldn't stay mad at him, not when he was such an excellent father and was looking for ways to get you to sleep and have some time for yourself. so with that in mind, you leaned in to place a small peck on his lips.

you finally turned to leave the office, and seconds later, the sound of the door closing echoed in the room.

Sylus sighed, leaning back in his chair again. "I love her," he murmured, as if having a conversation with Emma, who just looked at him with her wide, curious eyes.

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birthday gift

caleb one shot (love and deepspace) caleb's birthday special - pt 2 smut ver • pt 1 fluff ver here ⋆｡° | Caleb needs to unwrap his birthday present… except his present is you. ⋆｡° | pairing : caleb x fem!reader | explicit content, oral sex, sex p in v ⋆｡° | word count : 2.2k (2246) ⋆｡° | autor note : so, this is the second part of the fluff version of the birthday special, but you don't have to read the first part to understand this :) likes and reblogs are appreciated!! :) ★ masterlist here

You were nervous because you felt it was something completely stupid, but it was the first thing that had occurred to you. You wanted to give Caleb some kind of special gift, and by special gift, you meant something that ended with you underneath him… or the other way around, you weren't going to say no.

Getting the huge ribbon had been difficult; it was stupidly big. One of your friends had helped you get it, and you still didn't understand where she'd gotten it from, but you didn't stop to ask because she hadn't stopped to ask what you were going to use it for, and you were partly grateful because you were too embarrassed to say it out loud.

That morning, you had made him breakfast and brought it to him in bed, but getting Caleb to leave the house for at least half an hour had been completely difficult. You had discovered that your boyfriend liked to keep things simple when it came to his birthday, and that had made things even more difficult. Every time you mentioned a problem to solve, he would do it without thinking, so he wouldn't have to leave the house.

Until you finally found something Caleb couldn't say no to, for a second he thought you wanted to get rid of him. So, with suspicion plastered all over his face, he said goodbye to you and left the house. About fifteen minutes later, he texted you saying he was on his way home and asking if you needed anything else. Luckily for you, you were already ready, so you walked quickly to the bedroom while making sure all the candles were lit and took a seat on the edge of the bed.

It took you a long time to figure out whether to cross your legs, spread them, lie down, or do a sexy pose. And what was a sexy pose? You sighed in frustration, feeling like it was stupid, and for a second you thought about canceling the whole thing. Maybe if you ran around the house you could manage to extinguish and hide all the candles before Caleb returned.

When Caleb returned home, he frowned at the sight of all the lights off. It wasn't until after he'd dropped the bags in the kitchen that he came back out and noticed the candles beginning to scatter in the hallway leading to the bedrooms. Caleb said your name out loud with that hesitant tone as he walked to the bedroom. He could feel his heart pounding with nerves.

It wasn't until he reached the bedroom that he gently pushed open the door. The room was slightly brighter than the rest of the house, and what he saw left him breathless. You were sitting on the bed, except instead of clothes, what covered your body was a large red ribbon, or maybe it was just fabric with a big bow. Either way, it was arranged in strategic places to cover certain areas.

It took Caleb several seconds to be able to speak. He was so shocked that he felt like nothing was coming out of his mouth. It was several seconds later that he cleared his throat and felt he could speak again. "What is this?"

A smile formed on your face when you heard his voice. It sounded perhaps a mix of nerves and something you couldn't quite decipher. Excitement, perhaps. "I'm your birthday present."

Caleb's surprised expression turned into a smile as he leaned against the doorframe. Now he understood why you had insisted he leave the house. You knew that smile on his face perfectly, and you could only feel your heart pounding, knowing what was going through his mind.

Caleb didn't think twice when he pounced on you. His hands quickly went to your hips, squeezing gently and running his fingers over your skin, making you gasp. You felt your heart pounding as you felt his lips against your neck. His heavy breathing against you as his lips kissed and lightly sucked at your skin. "Caleb…" you murmured, doing your best not to moan solely from his kisses.

"I'm unwrapping my gift," he murmured, running his fingers over the fabric covering your crotch and one of your thighs. You moaned, pushing your hips against his fingers, but every time you were about to feel his fingers, he moved away from you.

You sighed, trying to stay in place, letting Caleb dictate his pace. You were his birthday present; you had to pretend you weren't desperate for his touch. Caleb took the time to play with you for several more seconds until he noticed your heavy, almost desperate breathing. A smile formed on his lips before he pressed a kiss to your stomach. His fingers finally pulled away some of the fabric covering your crotch.

"I think this is the best gift ever." A satisfied moan fell from Caleb's lips as he pulled the bow aside, leaving you bare to him.

His hands ran over your thighs, enjoying the feel of your skin against his fingertips. His lips pressed against the inside of your thighs, his hands gripping your hips to keep you in place and set his own pace. "Caleb, please…" You gasped again, your fingers digging into his hair in an attempt to pull him closer to you. He liked seeing you like this: desperate for him.

He looked at you one last time before finally sinking his mouth between your legs, making you moan. "God… Caleb," you moaned, burying your hands in his hair. He let out a satisfied sound as he felt you tugging at the strands of his hair.

His tongue ran over every part of you, his fingers squeezing one of your thighs, pushing your leg to the side for better access. You mumbled something you couldn't even understand, but it was probably your shaky voice pleading for more. Caleb's lips sucked on your clit, and your hips bucked against his mouth, seeking more.

"I won't… I won't last long—ah!" You leaned onto your elbows to look up at him. You could feel your legs shaking; sometimes, you were ashamed of how little time you could last when it came to Caleb between your legs.

"Not yet…" he murmured against your sensitive skin. He pulled away from you a few inches to stare at you. You could see that look of desire on his face, and in that moment, you confirmed he was enjoying his birthday present. He wasn't doing it for you, he was doing it for him. "I want to feel you in my mouth," and without warning, he buried his mouth between your legs again.

"Ah, ah—Caleb!" You closed your eyes and forced yourself to think of something else, but Caleb's heavy breathing filled your ears. You came in his mouth a few seconds later, your vision blurred, and your body faded for a few seconds. You almost forgot it was a birthday present for Caleb. You gasped, trying to catch your breath, licked your lips, and stared up at the ceiling, trying to regain consciousness. "I think this is the best present ever," he murmured, placing a kiss on your stomach.

When you felt your legs stop shaking, you quickly finished removing the fabric that was still surrounding some parts of your body. Caleb's gift was completely unwrapped. "I love this gift," he repeated, leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach, moving up to your breasts. His mouth wrapped around one of your nipples. You could feel his tongue running over your sensitive skin and a tingling sensation growing in your belly. "We can cancel the party on Saturday and do this all day." A gasp left your lips but it quickly turned into a giggle as you shook your head.

"Caleb…" You wanted your tone to sound stern, but instead it sounded completely needy. "We can't cancel the party. We're just a few days away." Your breathing became heavy again, and you finally stopped fighting yourself. Your hands slid under his shirt, pushing the shirt over his head until his bare torso was in front of you. "I have another gift for you," you smiled, moving a few inches away from him.

Caleb raised an eyebrow, slightly confused, but a few seconds later, he seemed to get your hint. First, he let you get rid of his pants and fell back onto the pillows with a sigh. You slid down until you were straddling his hips. Caleb's hands quickly went to your waist… having you like this, on top of him and completely naked, was definitely the best birthday present ever.

You knew how much he loved that position. He liked being in control sometimes, but he also liked it when you took control. When it seemed like you were using him for your own pleasure. He loved that. "You're making me suffer," he complained as you leaned down to kiss his cheek and seconds later his neck. His fingers tangled in your hair, and you heard something that might have been a moan from him.

You moved your hips, causing his erection, still covered by his underwear, to rub against your core. Your lips continued working on his neck. Caleb threw his head back and tried squeeze your hips with his hands to keep you from moving, but it was impossible. "If you say please…" You smiled as you moved a few inches away from him.

"I thought it was my birthday present," he grumbled, smiling and you felt like you might moan just seeing him underneath you like that. But he was right; it was his birthday. You could use any other day to have fun with him.

Your fingers tangled in the necklace he always wore and never took off. You placed it on his chest and looked at him for a few seconds, etching that smile and how needy he seemed for you into your memory. You finally moved to remove his underwear. Caleb tried to do it himself, but you had prevented him, wanting to take your time. Now his hard erection pressed more firmly against you, and you did your best not to rub yourself desperately against him.

You leaned down, resting one of your hands next to his head, his lips just inches from yours. "Kiss me," you murmured, and Caleb didn't need you to say it twice. He pressed his lips against yours, feeling his heavy breathing.

Your free hand slid between you and him, guiding his length to your entrance. You felt his breathing become heavier as he brushed against your entrance. He moved his hips in an attempt to rub against you, and you smiled against his lips. Caleb broke the kiss without breaking the distance, and one of his arms circled your hips, thrusting inside you without warning. A satisfied moan escaped his lips, and he remained motionless for a few seconds, enjoying the way you clenched around him. "God, you… you feel so good."

Caleb fell back onto the pillows with a husky moan. You smiled, resting your hands on his chest. You were still overly sensitive from your previous orgasm, but it felt so good that you didn't want to leave him for even a second.

Finally, you moved your hips against him. You wanted to go slow, partly to make him suffer, but Caleb's strong grip around your waist made you speed up your own movements. "Ah, fuck—that's so good… you feel so good." Caleb's husky moans made you tremble.

One of Caleb's hands slid between you both. His large fingers found your clit and he began to make quick movements, applying enough pressure to dig your nails into the skin of his chest. "You're so beautiful… cum for me." His breath caressed your cheek.

You wanted to set your own pace; it was what you had in mind, but you let him take charge. His thrusts were deep.

Too deep.

Too deep.

He wasn't fast, he wasn't desperate. He was the opposite. He pulled out of you slowly before thrusting back inside you until you felt your eyes turn white with pleasure. "God… I think I… I'm close—mmph!"

You closed your eyes, trying to control your breathing, but your lips were parted, moans slipping out of your mouth. Though you tried to concentrate on something other than Caleb's hands all over your body, it didn't work. "Caleb… ahh, don't stop—I'm cumming!"

His fingers tangled in your hair, forcing you to press your lips against his. You moaned against his mouth as you clenched around him, your orgasm hitting you hard. Caleb muttered something that might have been a curse, and when he pulled away from your lips, his hands gripped your hips.

"It's the best birthday ever," he murmured, kissing your forehead, making you smile.

He thrust into you again.

Once more.

Once more.

That was enough to push him over the edge, and he pressed his lips together as he came inside you. You dropped your head onto his chest and lay still, trying to catch your breath. You could hear the sound of his heart pounding and his heavy breathing.

You raised your gaze and kissed his chin, trying not to move too much. You were too sensitive, but you didn't want him to move yet. Your lips slid up to his, where you left a small kiss. "Happy birthday."

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breakfast

caleb one shot (love and deepspace) birthday special pt 1 (fluff ver) ⋆｡° | caleb had brought you breakfast in bed many times but this time you decided it was your turn… and part of his birthday surprise ⋆｡° | pairing : caleb x fem!reader ⋆｡° | word count : 1.3k (1329) likes and reblogs are appreciated!! :) pt 2 smut ver ★ masterlist here

you weren't usually a person who woke up early. in fact, it was one of the things you hated the most because you were tired all day long, and then it seemed almost impossible to continue with all the things you had to do during the day. but that day had been the exception.

you had woken up early and slipped out of bed, taking great care not to wake your boyfriend. he seemed to have some kind of sixth sense that detected when you had left his side. somehow, you had managed not to wake him up and had turned off his alarm to let him sleep a few more hours. you had managed to get him the day off, after had several calls with people you didn't know but apparently were above him at work.

you had breakfast in bed planned. he had done the same for you before… actually, he had done it more than once, even though it wasn't your birthday. you didn't mind doing the same for him at all, besides, you had some surprises in mind for that night. you had cooked everything yourself and had even taken the time to make the orange juice yourself.

it was about an hour later when you finished arranging the things on the tray and to be honest, you were proud of yourself. you had never imagined putting so much effort into something for someone else, and yet, it made you happy to do even the smallest detail for Caleb. you remained silent for a few seconds, trying to organize your thoughts and figure out how you would do everything you had in mind. you had to find an excuse to get him out of the house for at least half an hour.

you sighed and decided you would fix that in a couple of hours. you took the tray and walked to the bedroom, walking slowly to avoid spilling the juice and the glass of water on the tray. you tiptoed to the bedroom and pushed the door open with your hip as you walked slowly, still holding the tray. Caleb was still sleeping peacefully. he wasn't wearing a shirt because, according to him, he slept more comfortably that way, but a few weeks ago, you had come to the conclusion he just did it because he liked the way you ran your fingers over his chest before sleeping.

you placed the tray on your side of the bed, making sure it wouldn't fall even if Caleb stirred and took all the sheets with it. you didn't want to wake him yet; he looked so peaceful. you had that perfect view of his back that made you want to kiss his skin and lie on top of him.

it took you several seconds to return to reality and approach him. your hands ran down his back, to his shoulders, where you lightly tapped him with your fingertips to wake him. "Caleb? wake up…" you nervously bit your lower lip when you watched him begin to stir in the sheets.

Caleb turned and rubbed his eyes. it took him a couple of seconds to realize what was happening around him; he was too sleepy. he ran his hands through his hair in an attempt to comb it, then turned to look out the window. it was sunny outside, and usually when he woke up, it was still quite early and just beginning to dawn.

"what time is it?" his sleepy voice made you smile, but you quickly went into a state of alert when you noticed his face change from sleepy to alarmed. you knew he was about to get up because of the time, and you placed your hands on his chest before he made a sudden movement.

"it's okay. I turned off your alarm," you replied, taking a seat next to him. "it's ten o'clock." Caleb opened his eyes in surprise. he would never admit he was mad at you, although at that moment you couldn't tell if he was angry or not, maybe a little surprised. "before you get upset… I asked for the day off, for you, I mean. that's why I turned off your alarm and…" you were silent for a few seconds. that certainly wasn't what you had in mind when you made breakfast for your boyfriend a couple of hours ago. you looked over at the tray, and Caleb repeated your action almost immediately. "I made breakfast for you. breakfast in bed."

suddenly, confidence and excitement returned to you. you smiled as you stood up, walked around the bed, and picked up the tray again. Caleb still looked visibly confused, probably because he was too sleepy. he shifted in the sheets and sat on the mattress, leaning his back against the wall behind him. "you made breakfast for me? you didn't have to do this."

Caleb liked cooking for you. although you were also a good cook, it wasn't your favorite activity because of the many smells that mixed in the air, and you ended up losing your appetite. on the other hand, Caleb liked seeing the satisfied smile when you liked something he cooked.

"it's your birthday. I wanted to do something." you shrugged as you placed the tray on his lap. "happy birthday, by the way." you smiled, leaning down to kiss his lips, but he leaned down to deepen the kiss before you pulled away.

his hand slid to the back of your neck to hold you in place, making you gasp into his mouth. Caleb abruptly pulled away from you, making you crave more of his lips.

it took you a few seconds to come back to reality; you could still taste his mouth on your lips. "umm… I have something in mind. we can do whatever you want. the party is on saturday, but I have a surprise for you tonight." you smiled excitedly, due to your own schedule. you'd never planned anything for a boyfriend on his birthday before, except for Caleb, and he could tell you got more excited every year.

you'd planned a surprise party for him a few days later, but it wasn't a surprise anymore when he found some of the things you'd written on a list, and you felt compelled to explain what was going on.

"can't we just stay in bed all day?" his lips slid down to your cheek, placing a kiss on his warm skin.

you giggled but shook your head, although staying in bed all day didn't sound like a completely bad thing either. "not yet. you have to eat breakfast first, and I have some things to do, but I'll be back, and we'll be in bed until late."

he nodded, but you didn't move away. you felt like you should take that moment to get away from him and do everything on your to-do list before Caleb dragged you back into bed. you leaned in to kiss his lips one last time and felt one of his arms wrap around you, about to pull you closer, and you knew if you let him, things would escalate quickly, so you pulled away without warning.

"eat your breakfast. I'll be back in a few." you quickly got up, moving away from him and took a few steps back.

finally, you turned to leave the room. you could feel your heart pounding; for some reason, you were still nervous from that kiss. how did he still make you nervous after all these years?

you still had to wrap the gift you'd bought for him… and another gift you had in mind, too. but for that, you needed an excuse to get him out of the house for at least half an hour.

you sighed as you started down the stairs, trying to think of a way to get him out of the house for a while. otherwise, your surprise would be ruined.

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you again (fluff)

zayne one shot (love and deepspace) — probably part 1 an arranged marriage was never in your plans. you'd always imagined yourself marrying your best friend zayne, until he left…⋆｡° | pairing : prince!zayne x princess!reader ⋆｡° | word count : 2.4k (2,400) ⋆｡° | fluff with slightly angst, happy ending, teenagers au likes and reblogs are appreciated!! :) ★ masterlist here

you sighed, your gaze fixed on the way your dog squirmed in your lap. a small smile formed on your lips as you watched him try to take off the ugly sweater that Alisa had forced him to wear.

"hey, hey, hey!" Alisa walked quickly towards them and forced the dog away from you. "what did I tell you about letting him dirty your dress?" she said in that usual annoyed tone.

"he can poop on my dress if he wants." Alisa rolled her eyes. you were impossible to talk to, always making her angry or refusing to follow orders. how hard was it to follow a simple order?

"let's get back to the plan." Alisa turned to point to the whiteboard where she had written a small list of what you needed to do. "you're going to talk to each of them for at least fifteen minutes. they'll talk to you about themselves or about the benefits of uniting the two kingdoms. you have to listen to everything they say and memorize it."

you narrowed your eyes in confusion. you have to memorize things that princes say, things that don't even interest you. you don't even memorize the things that really interest you.

at some point your mind began to wander, and you stopped listening to Alisa. you hated sitting there, you hated that your fate was sealed and that you were going to get married but not for love. your mother had been lucky to have truly fallen in love, but that was not the case with you. and for a second you thought that this wouldn't be happening if…

"you're going to fall!" Zayne spoke loudly and in that tone he used when he wanted to scold you. you giggled, stretching your hand out further, if you didn't have that silly dress on you would be more mobile. "you already have one, you don't need another!" Zayne spoke again but you didn't seem to hear him.

"no! this one's for you," you repeated and reached out your hand again but your fingers barely touched the apple.

your foot slipped from the trunk and you let out a scream as you felt part of your weight slide off. you were holding on to the tree trunk but was close to falling.

"get down from there!" Zayne motioned for you to come back to his side. he just hated the thought of putting yourself in danger for something as silly as an apple.

you sighed and finally obeyed him. feeling defeated, you stood under the tree, landing next to Zayne seconds later. sometimes you got the feeling that Zayne's mother hate you for getting him into trouble. Zayne was a pretty calm boy compared to you, he never got into trouble but he always followed you and when you got into trouble he was by your side. he had never left you alone, he accepted the blame for both of them even if he had done nothing.

"I'm sorry. I only got one apple." you grimaced and held out the fruit to him, you had told him that apple was for him anyway. you didn't even care that you didn't have one.

"It's okay, we can share it," he said, shrugged and took your arm to take a seat under their favorite tree.

they both sat under the tree, you straightened your dress while you searched for something in the small bags you had sewn yourself on your dress. the seams were bad and looked like pieces of fabric glued together, but you had done it yourself and that made you feel proud. your mother hadn't said anything when you found out and she promised to put little pockets in all your dresses.

"can you do that thing you do with apples?" you asked. Zayne had a knack for peeling apples, sometimes he got it wrong but he had learned to improve his technique.

"I don't have a knife," his words hung in the air as you pulled out one of the small knives the cooks used. "where did you get it?"

"I stole it from the kitchen." you smiled excitedly as Zayne took the knife.

you looked at him intently without saying a word, you didn't want to interrupt him but you loved watching anything Zayne did, it was… mesmerizing.

"my sister is getting ready for her wedding. I heard her talking to mom today," you finally broke the silence. Zayne kept his gaze fixed on the apple but you knew he was listening. you didn't need confirmation from him, Zayne always listened to you.

"if we were to get married, what dress would you wear?" he asked. he wasn't looking at you but you could almost swear he was smiling.

"I always wanted to wear one of those fluffy dresses like the princesses" you replied without hesitation. you would never inherit the throne, that was your sister's job, you didn't need to find a husband… but if you had to marry someone you had always wanted it to be Zayne, he was your best friend and he could be a candidate like your mother had said.

"I would wear a blue suit," Zayne replied. you smiled, thinking it was his attempt to be different from the boring suits they always saw on the princes in the palace.

of course you didn't understand how those things worked, for you, in your little world it was just making a deal with your best friend. you knew your sister would have to marry a stranger and you didn't want that.

now you and Zayne had this little joke where they talked about their imaginary wedding. even if you never had to take the throne, you could marry whoever you wanted! and Zayne would be there because he was your best friend.

"and what flowers would we have at our wedding?" you asked as you took the piece of apple Zayne had given you.

"Jasmines" he answered without hesitation.

“are you listening?” coming back to reality had felt like the biggest shock of all. you had to blink repeatedly as Alisa was practically screaming in your face.

"Alisa I…" you fought back the lump in your throat. "I need air, I'm sorry."

you left the room as quickly as you could. you hated thinking about Zayne because you always ended up crying, you hated thinking about one of the last times together.

Zayne had disappeared from your life shortly after you turned 12, almost at the same time your mother and sister had died in an accident. it was a strange feeling all of that had left in your chest. you felt guilty that what happened to Zayne had affected you more. you'd had time to heal, had had time to process that your mother and sister had died in an accident. an accident that wasn't anyone's fault. you'd had help and support from other people, but Zayne…

Zayne had vanished like the steam that came out of their mouths when they played in the snow. you didn't know what had happened to him; your dad never gave you an answer, and eventually you grew tired of asking. your father told you you had more important things to attend to now that your sister wasn't around to assume the throne.

you had tried to sneak into the palace to Zayne's room, hoping to find clues about what had happened, but you were always caught. he hadn't called or even sent letters. it was really silly because letters weren't even a method of communication anymore, but for some reason, you always expected it.

there were people all over the place, walking back and forth, and it made you feel overwhelmed. you tried to walk quickly to one of the gardens without being seen, but you felt like you were attracting too much attention. your lungs filled with air as the cold hit your face. winter had finally begun, and you hated it. snow used to make you homesick, but right now, you were so lost in your own world that you didn't even care when your arms started to freeze.

you kept your eyes fixed on the way your feet left imprints in the thin layer of snow on the ground. if Zayne were there, would everything be different? maybe the death of your mother and sister would have been easier for you. you'd had her father's support, but it wasn't the same. you wanted Zayne.

would they get married? that was the question that was on your mind the most. when you were a child, you didn't understand the importance of marriage, even if it was forced. for you and Zayne, getting married was nothing more than a kind of agreement between best friends, but after so many years, you couldn't help but wonder what would have happened.

sometimes you thought Zayne would have encouraged you to find a partner, someone who would even remotely spark your interest enough to keep you from having a miserable marriage for the rest of your life. another part of you thought Zayne would have agreed to marry you to save you from a bad marriage and would have done everything possible to keep you calm when you assumed the throne.

"you're going to catch a cold." you frowned when a stranger interrupted your thoughts. you really liked getting lost in your imagination lately.

you looked up, ready to fight whoever had interrupted you, probably one of the princes who had been wandering the halls lately, claiming to need to talk to your father but actually trying to make progress with you. however, it wasn't even close to what you had imagined.

it wasn't one of the servants, not Alisa, not your father, not even one of the princes. well, it was certainly a prince, not the one you'd expected.

you felt like she was seeing a ghost, felt like you were seeing things wrong because of the snowflakes now practically covering your hair. you started to shiver, but not because of the cold; it was as if you couldn't move or even speak because it was practically impossible for Zayne to be in front of you.

he had obviously changed too much. it had been almost ten years since you'd last seen him. his sharp jaw and how broad his shoulders had become, but he still had that calm gaze you remembered. you were dreaming, you had to be dreaming.

Zayne knew it hadn't been the best idea to appear out of nowhere when he noticed you weren't going to move. you was too frozen to say anything, and he felt somewhat guilty for causing that reaction in you. he had a plan in mind: he had gone to the palace in search of Alisa. from what he had discovered, she was the girl who helped you with everything related to maintaining a good image. he hadn't thought he would find you right there, of all the places in the palace where you could be.

finally, he approached you to put his jacket over your shoulders to ward off the cold. you knew you weren't dreaming, or if you were, it was the most realistic dream you'd ever had.

"you…"

"I know," he interrupted you. he felt guilty for leaving, and he felt guilty for abandoning you right after your mother and sister died. "I'm sorry."

you felt tears blur your vision. it had been so long that you were almost sure something had happened to Zayne, almost sure he was gone and you'd never see him again.

you wanted to be angry, you wanted to yell at him for leaving like that, but for some reason you felt you didn't have the right. you wanted to walk away from him and take off his jacket, telling him you didn't need anything from him, but you couldn't. you couldn't do it when you'd missed him so much.

Zayne was taken by surprise when you leaned in to hug him and held on so tightly that he almost felt his breath hitch. you wanted to sob, you wanted to ask him where he'd been all this time, but no more words came out of your mouth; it was like if you mind was blocked.

words weren't necessary for several minutes. Zayne didn't move and simply held you against his chest, letting you cling to him as tightly as you wanted.

"where were you?" was the first thing that came out of your lips when you lifted your face to look at him. your fingers ran over his cheeks, caressing his cold skin to make sure he was real.

"problems…" he admitted softly. how was he going to explain what had really happened?

you nodded, not wanting to ask for explanations he clearly wasn't going to give. not right now, at least. you remained silent; there were too many things on your mind, and the worst of them came flooding back when you heard Alisa's voice. the reminder that you had to choose a new husband had hit you in the worst possible way; it was like a bucket of cold water.

you cleared her throat and took a step back, suddenly feeling ashamed. Zayne forced himself to let you go. you were nervous; he could tell by the way your entire expression had changed, and it didn't take long for him to figure out that her nerves weren't because of him.

"I…" he interrupted you.

"it's okay, you can go. I'll still be here when you get back." you narrowed your eyes, searching for any hint that what he was saying was a lie.

you nodded before turning around and walking in Alisa's direction. you needed to have a serious talk with her about stopping interrupting you. she was the organizer, she also helped you when you were a little lost, but lately Alisa was taking the liberty of controlling your life.

you still felt like you were floating in some kind of bubble. Zayne was there; he had hugged you, and you had felt his cold hands on the small of your back. it hadn't been a dream like the ones you'd had so many times in the past. however, your life went on. you still had to choose a husband, you still had to prepare for the dance where you would meet the prospects.

did Zayne still remember the promise they had made? maybe the dance wasn't necessary after all.

[nightplvmes]

"flatline" — zayne mini one shot 𐙚⋆angst • fem!reader • masterlist

Zayne looked at you one last time, and a smile spread across your face. He was across the hall, finishing a file, but he could still see you trying to read, even though every few seconds your gaze shifted to him. It was as if you two were playing some kind of staring game.

That was the last time he saw your smile.

The machines began to buzz. His face shot up so quickly that he felt a stabbing pain in his neck, which he paid no attention to. The words "Code Blue" followed by your room number made his heart plummet. Zayne wasn't the type of person whose hands ever trembled. He was a surgeon, and his hands were steady. And yet, in those moments, when he entered the room and his hands began performing cardiac massage on your chest, for the first time, he felt his hands tremble.

The sounds of people moving around him were distant, as if he were in some kind of box. His gaze shifted to the monitor; the flat lines made him panic. He barely heard what the nurses were saying as he took the paddles.

It took three shocks.

It took three shocks before he accepted that your heart wasn't going to beat again.

"Dr. Zayne? You have to pronounce her." The nurse's voice echoed in the distance. His gaze shifted back to the monitor, and the sound of the flat line kept ringing in his head.

[nightplvmes]

birthday girl

caleb one shot (love and deepspace) ⋆｡° | caleb knew you were sad because your birthday was ruined due to the rain… so he decided to prepare a surprise at home. ⋆｡° | pairing : caleb x fem!reader ⋆｡° | word count : 1.2k (1270) ⋆｡° | autor note: this is a reader birthday special, you can save it and read it on your birthday, there's a sylus version on my mastelist and I'll eventually do the rest of the LIs :3 likes and reblogs are appreciated!! :) ★ masterlist here

You hadn't said it out loud, but Caleb could see from your face that you were sad. You'd always said you didn't like your birthday, but he knew a part of you was lying. You liked to celebrate it in a small, intimate way, yet you didn't hate that day, no matter how hard you tried to tell Caleb otherwise.

He confirmed that when he saw you leaning back on the couch, your gaze fixed on the window in front of you, and your eyes seemed… lost. You hadn't planned anything specific for your birthday, except to go to a place you'd seen online, explore the exhibits there a bit, and then go out to dinner that night. The problem? It had started raining horribly an hour before you both were about to leave, and they'd closed the outdoor exhibit for the day, and in your mind, the day had been ruined. So much so that you hadn't even wanted to go to dinner.

Caleb had disappeared into some room in the house for about an hour. You could only hear him moving things or furniture, but you hadn't gone to see what he was doing. Until he took a seat next to you and put one of his arms around your shoulders. You settled into his arms, resting your head on his shoulder, your gaze still completely fixed on the way the raindrops hit the window.

"I can go out and get some dinner," he murmured, kissing your forehead. You knew what he meant. He didn't want to say it, but he was trying to cheer you up. But if you were honest with yourself, you didn't even feel like eating. You shook your head, your gaze still fixed on the window.

"It's okay, I just want to stay home," you sighed. You didn't want to admit that the awful weather had discouraged you, even though you were almost sure Caleb had noticed it on your face and that's why he'd suggested something to eat.

The two of you remained silent for several minutes. The sound of falling water was all that filled the room. The water falling from the sky was getting louder and louder, and you knew the rain wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

"I have something to show you," Caleb finally broke the silence. He moved a few inches away from you, forcing you to sit back down on the couch. You looked at him blankly, wondering if it was because of what he'd been doing for a few minutes and the amount of noise you heard in another room.

"Caleb, I already told you I don't want to do anything today," you sighed, rubbing your eyes. You didn't want to be mean, you didn't want to be rude to him, but you really didn't feel like doing anything.

"You'll like it, come on." He took your hand and practically forced you off the couch.

You gave up almost immediately. You followed him down the hallway as he continued to hold your hand. All you could think about was that after whatever Caleb showed you, you could just go to bed for the rest of the day and maybe watch a movie together. You weren't hungry yet, but you could order some dinner at—

Any of your thoughts were interrupted when you looked at what Caleb had done in the living room. There was a room on the first floor of the apartment that you two still didn't know what to do with. You had suggested putting a piano in it, but no one played it, and there wasn't time to learn. So they had just left it empty for now.

Only, at that moment, it wasn't empty.

There was a large blanket covering part of the floor. The flowerpots you had throughout the house were now surrounding the room, and the only three pieces of furniture in the room, along with the boxes of stuff, were on the ends, out of the way. But that wasn't all. On the blanket was food, three gifts on one side, some of your favorite stuffed animals that Caleb had won for you from the claw machine, and some candles that helped the cloudy and somewhat sad atmosphere.

Tears pooled in your eyes, but you pressed your lips together to keep from crying. You turned to look at him. You wanted to say something, you wanted to ask what was going on, but nothing came out of your mouth. Caleb seemed to notice almost immediately, so he quickly explained.

Then, it seemed so familiar.

You remembered.

"It's a picnic at home. I know you were excited to go to that exhibit, but the rain ruined it. So I thought we can have this picnic at home." He took your hand and led you to the blanket on the ground.

You took a seat, looking around, trying to think of when he'd had time to prepare all of this. Or how he'd come up with it so quickly—at least your mind wasn't working as quickly.

"It's our first date," you murmured, causing Caleb to stop completely. He was arranging the food in front of you, but the moment those words left your mouth, he could only look up and blink at you.

On your first date, you had both gone to a beautiful park and had a picnic. It had been one of your favorite days; it had come to mind when you saw the blanket on the ground because it was exactly the same one.

"You remembered," you nodded without hesitation. He seemed surprised, which surprised you. Did he think you were going to forget it? It had been your first real date.

"I could never forget it. Besides, you didn't have to do this." Before you could say anything else, he interrupted you.

"Stop saying that. I would do anything for you." He leaned down to press his lips against your forehead but remained motionless for several seconds, enjoying the closeness. "Happy birthday"

You felt like your stomach was about to collapse, and you couldn't eat anything else. However, when Caleb walked back into the room, holding a cake, his steps were slow to keep the candles from going out—you knew you were going to have to eat something else.

It took Caleb several seconds to sit down next to you again without dropping the cake, but he'd refused your help when you tried to take it from him.

"I didn't buy a cake," you said, frowning, remembering that you hadn't, in fact, bought a cake. However, it had your name on it, said Happy Birthday, and had some decorations in your favorite color.

"I made it this morning, while you were still sleeping. That's why I tried to keep you away from the refrigerator." A huge smile spread across your lips. Yes, Caleb had spent the entire morning taking things out of the refrigerator and giving them to you to keep you from taking them yourself and seeing the cake he'd baked that morning. "Make a wish." He finally brought the cake up to your face, the light warmth of the candles hitting your face.

You looked at Caleb but didn't know what your wish should be. You had everything you wanted, even him.

You closed your eyes and repeated the words in your mind before opening them and being able to blow out the candles.

You just wanted everything to be the same.

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MORNING (fluff)

Rafayel one shot ⋆｡° | pairing : rafayel x fem!reader (third person pov) ⋆｡° | word count : 1k ⋆｡° | fluff, lazy morning, clingy rafa likes and reblogs are appreciated!! ★ masterlist here

She was about to fall asleep, her eyes slightly closed, until she felt hands around her. A yawn escaped her lips and she turned to look over her shoulder. Rafayel was trying to make room for him on the bed.

She shifted and crawled to the center of the bed to make room for him. Seconds later, she felt his weight on the bed. His arms wrapped around her again, this time pulling her closer to him. It was cold, and his warmth was actually comforting. She yawned and shifted gently in his arms so she could turn until she was facing him.

"I thought you were going to work," she murmured in her sleepy voice. She didn't know how long ago Rafayel had started his morning routine, but she knew it had been long enough for her to fall into a deep sleep for at least a few minutes.

"I work at home," he replied, causing his girlfriend to roll her eyes. He knew what she meant: starting some paintings he had pending. He already knew what she meant, but he liked to tease her every time she asked the same question.

"You know what I mean."

Rafayel nodded, pressing his body against hers. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, smelling her scent. There was a peculiar scent she had every time she woke up, and it had become his favorite. He'd mentioned it to her once. "Yeah, I just… wanted to say good morning to you."

"It doesn't count as good morning if you wake me up." She gasped when Rafayel pulled her against him again. She knew there was something more to it. It didn't have to be something bad, exactly, but she knew it wasn't just Rafayel wanting to say good morning to her. "What's wrong?"

He sighed when he stopped hiding his face to look at her. "I wanted to spend some more time with you," he admitted. "Besides, you smell so good. I hate that you smell so good," he complained before burying his face in her neck again, inhaling her scent.

She smiled, trying to wriggle in his arms, but Rafayel was stronger than her, and there wasn't much she could do while she was still sleepy. "You're late. Thomas called me yesterday asking if you'd thrown away your phone because you weren't answering." It had become a habit to call her when Rafayel didn't answer, which was… often when he was with her.

"One day won't change anything." He stopped hiding his face again, this time to place a kiss on her cheek. "It's your fault for smelling so good," he complained… again.

She laughed again; his lips tickled her, but she didn't dare push him away. She turned her face to look at him, but Rafayel took the opportunity to press his lips against hers, a small, lazy kiss. Like those kisses you give when you know there's more to come.

"You can do many things in one day." She shook her head. He had that look on his face that told her he wasn't leaving her side anytime soon. "I promise to stop showering and rolling in mud next time," she joked, causing her boyfriend to snort and her to giggle.

"Do that, and I'll put you in the shower myself." He squeezed her hips, and she raised an eyebrow, sensing that his words actually had a double meaning. "I didn't mean that, but you could put it into practice right now."

"Stop it, you have work." She shook her head. It wasn't that she didn't really like the idea of taking a bath together, but she hated being the reason he wanted to stay in bed all day or preferred to spend his time with her and was now he had pending work.

Rafayel nodded, giving up. He wouldn't get anywhere fighting with his girlfriend, especially since he knew she was right; he couldn't keep putting off work. "Fine." He sighed in frustration and placed one last kiss on her cheek before getting out of bed.

She watched as he left the room after a few seconds. The room fell silent, and she felt guilty for practically kicking him out of bed when she really would have liked to be curled up next to him for the rest of the morning.

She let out a yawn and shifted back in bed to settle in and sleep for another couple of hours. She was still tired; she could feel it throughout her body, but when she settled under the sheets and closed her eyes, sleep never came. Minutes passed, and if she continued like this, she was sure it would be hours, but she couldn't go back to sleep. All she could think about was Rafayel and how much she missed his warmth.

She gave up and got out of bed, having to tiptoe as the cold from the floor penetrated her feet. It took her a couple of seconds to reach the big room where Rafayel usually worked. Despite the quietness, he felt her presence almost immediately.

"Wouldn't you go back to sleep?" Rafayel's question echoed throughout the room even though he was facing away from her, preparing the materials he would use for his next painting.

"It's your fault, you made me wake up," she replied, and now it was her arms that wrapped around him from behind. He smiled and one of his hands wrapped around hers to bring it to his lips, placing a soft kiss there.

Was she too needy? Was there something wrong with wanting to be close to her boyfriend on certain days? It wasn't that she couldn't be without him; she could survive perfectly without him; she just preferred not to.

He guided her to the chair in front of the blank canvas and made a space for her on his lap, as he had done so many times before. She rested her head on his shoulder, her gaze fixed on the canvas, waiting to see the beginning of his next work.

And spending the morning on her boyfriend's lap, receiving his kisses, seemed like the perfect way to start the day.

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"ex pt 2" — sylus mini one shot 𐙚⋆fluff • fem!reader • masterlist part 2 from this headcanon

you were jealous. Sylus had noticed it from the way your footsteps echoed with annoyance as you walked. you had entered the apartment where you two were supposed to spend the night, like a few times a week. however, the night had been ruined when you had arrived and seen Sylus talking to a girl. he had remained so expressionless, barely paying attention to her. you weren't even completely sure who that girl was, but something about the way she smiled and the way she looked at Sylus made your blood boil.

"are you jealous?" Sylus asked as he closed the apartment door. your chest was rising and falling due your labored breathing. you turned around, frowning. Sylus had explained that the girl was a neighbor who was always trying to make advances on him, but it was obvious he wasn't the least bit interested.

"of course I'm jealous," you shouted without thinking. you felt your heart pound, and all the anger drained from your body as soon as you heard your own words. your expression completely twisted, changing from anger to shock. "I… I'm sorry," you felt shame well up in your body. you had spent so many weeks trying to convince yourself that it was just a one-night stand, that you were just using each other. but maybe it wasn't.

"you're jealous." you frowned again because this time it seemed more like a confirmation, and you weren't entirely sure if he was making fun of you or not. "it wasn't a one-night stand." you finally shook your head, admitting defeat. he took a few steps toward you, you felt your entire body tense as he got closer and closer to you.

until his fingers caressed your cheek, he looked at you for a few seconds and you opened your lips to ask him what he was doing, until finally your lips crashed against his. you two never kissed when you spent the night together, you had always convinced yourself that if you kiss him would mean something more and yet in those moments… you didn't move away from him, your arms surrounded him in an attempt to pull him closer and you finally allowed yourself to admit you missed him and that it had never just been a one night thing.

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pregnancy cravings (fluff)

sylus one shot (love and deepspace) sylus would spoil his wife, even if she weren't pregnant with twins⋆｡° | pairing : sylus x fem!reader ⋆｡° | word count : 1.5k (1,500) ⋆｡° | fluff, pregnant reader, husband sylus, twin pregnancy ⋆｡° | autor note: hi, i wrote this a long time ago and honestly i feel sylus would just take the damn car (spoiler) to not worry his wife and that's it, but i wrote this months ago and i didn't want to not post it, especially with all the time it takes me to write, edit and translate, so… you can read it with that in mind just as entertainment :) likes and reblogs are appreciated!! :) ★ masterlist here

you carefully slid to the other side of the bed. Sylus had fallen asleep again while reading, or so you thought because his glasses were still on the bridge of his nose.

"Sy…" you murmured softly but he continued sleeping. you knew your voice hadn't been audible enough to wake him anyway. "Sylus!" you touched his shoulder this time and although you had raised your voice slightly it had perhaps been too much.

Sylus opened his eyes immediately. he turned to look at you almost without blinking and quickly straightened up. it had all happened in a matter of seconds, was it just his reflexes that were stupidly fast? "what's wrong? is it the baby?" you pressed your lips together and nodded, somewhat embarrassed. "what happened? we're going to the hospital. get up."

"what? no! I'm fine." you shook your head, settling back down on the bed. "I'm just hungry."

Sylus raised an eyebrow in confusion and stood still. it took him a couple of seconds to understand what was happening around him and that his wife was not about to give birth. "you woke me up because you were hungry?" you nodded. it wasn't that Sylus would mind but he had gotten scared. "why didn't you just go to the kitchen?"

Sylus put one of his arms around your hips and gently pulled you towards him. you looked at your baby belly where their twins were growing. it seemed like yesterday the pregnancy test had come out positive and now you could give birth at any moment.

"remember that cafe that's open 24 hours and sells desserts?" Sylus nodded, his face buried in your neck, smelling his wife's scent. "well… I'm craving that amazing red velvet cake." you felt your mouth water just thinking about it.

Sylus sighed and lifted his face. he would fulfill any craving his wife had even if she wasn't pregnant. he had told you that you were doing enough carrying their twins.

"okay, I'll get your cake." he sighed, rubbing his eyes. he was still a little sleepy, although he had to admit that hearing his wife wake him up made him think you were about to go into labor, and that scare had helped wake him up.

Sylus moved around the room, grabbing something to protect himself from the cold while his wife watched his every move. it was cold, and more than once you had made it clear that he needed to stay warm; you didn't want him to get sick.

"where's my helmet?" he asked, looking around the room.

"your helmet? will you use your bike?" you quickly sat down on the bed and pulled the covers off you. your face was now utterly worried, and Sylus quickly noticed.

"I'll go faster that way," he nodded. he knew you hated when he used the bike. ever since you found out you were pregnant, you'd practically forced him to stay off his motorcycle unless absolutely necessary and to use a car like a normal person. you were afraid something might happen to him, especially since they were expecting twins. Sylus had seen how worried you were that he'd agreed.

"Sy…" you got up quickly, and he smiled at you. you were wearing one of his favorite sweatshirts that you'd stolen from his closet, but he loved seeing your baby bump even when the sweatshirt was too big for you. "you said you wouldn't do it anymore."

"I'll be okay. I'll be right back," he murmured, letting you wrap your arms around him. he closed his eyes for a few seconds, thinking that after all, you didn't need that cake so badly and could survive one more night.

"I don't want the cake anymore. you don't have to go."

Sylus laughed, knowing you were lying, especially because you loved that cake. "you don't know how to lie." he placed a kiss on your forehead and finally pulled away. he felt a little guilty about leaving you worried like that, but he knew it wouldn't take long.

you followed him through the house, down the stairs, and to the front door, following his every step like a duckling.

"you still have time to change your mind and go by car. there's no traffic at this hour." Sylus stopped when he heard her words, turned to look at her, smiled, and then shook his head.

"it'll take less than ten minutes." you nodded, still unsure. your eyes drifted to the helmet in his hand. you didn't know when you'd become so paranoid, maybe the moment you'd realized you were actually in love with him.

"be careful, okay? you can't leave me alone with two twins!" Sylus nodded, though he tried to hide the fact that it hurt him to think of leaving you alone. He would never leave you alone.

he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, his fingers brushing your belly as a silent farewell. he turned to walk to the door and glanced over his shoulder one last time before leaving.

you started counting the seconds the moment Sylus stepped outside the house. why were you so nervous? he'd been riding his bike for many years and wasn't a beginner; nothing bad was going to happen to him.

you sighed and headed to the kitchen, trying to distract yourself. you began to make some tea in silence while your thoughts wandered, and you made a short mental list of things you had to do.

you needed to go to the doctor to make sure everything was in order with the twins. you needed to buy more clothes. you needed to prepare the bag you would take to the hospital on the day of delivery. there was still a crib to be assembled, but Sylus said he would take care of that himself.

you smiled as you remembered how you had tried to get the pieces out of one of the cribs, but it hadn't been more than five minutes before Sylus entered the room and forced you to stop. he hadn't let you do much of anything since you found out you were pregnant.

when you came out of your thoughts, several minutes had passed, and you were holding a cup of hot tea. you looked at the clock on one of the walls and felt your heart sink when you noticed that almost 20 minutes had passed. the cafe was close; it usually didn't take more than ten minutes, what was happening?

you felt a lump in your throat as you walked to the living room. you looked out the window hoping to see some light in the distance from Sylus' bike, but everything was too quiet. too quiet.

you walked back to the bedroom and rummaged through the pillows, looking for your phone. when you found it, you looked for your husband's number and pressed "call" but your hopes crumbled when you heard Sylus' phone ringing in the room. you sighed, trying to calm down. you was too paranoid, and the doctor had already told you a million times that you needed to relax.

but… what if something had happened to him? what if you were right? you sank down onto the bed and suddenly felt short of breath and like crying. you couldn't raise twins alone. the only reason you were calm now was because Sylus was by your side. he had taken it upon himself to reassure you when they found out their babies were twins.

one of each, he'd said. you covered your face as a sad smile formed on your lips. what would you do without the father of your babies? most importantly… what would you do without the love of your life? the only person you'd ever felt comfortable with, the only person who—

"sweetie?" you quickly looked up and rubbed one of your eyes to wipe away the tears that had begun to form. your whole body relaxed when you saw him standing in front of you with a box in one hand and a bag in the other. had you been so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't even heard him come in?

"Sy…" he quickly put everything aside and sat down next to you. he let you wrap her arms around him, and you were soon clinging to him. you'd been overthinking again. "it took you longer than ten minutes."

"I stopped by to get you some things you like," he murmured, kissing your head. he'd accidentally gotten too distracted, and now his pregnant wife was on the verge of a mental breakdown; he'd noticed it because of the way your eyes were watering. "I'm sorry."

you shook your head; you couldn't be bothered when he'd woken up to get your favorite cake and had stopped by to buy some of your favorite things.

"was there still cake?" you asked, trying to change the subject.

"I bought two." he nodded looking at your slightly red nose. you smiled excitedly and kissed his cheek; you'd have enough cake leftover for a while longer.

Sylus couldn't sleep again the rest of the night but that wasn't new to him, seeing his pregnant wife happy eating her cake was better than anything.

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talking to his baby (extended ver)

zayne one shot (love and deepspace) – request | from this headcanon ⋆｡° | pairing : doctor!zayne x pregnant!reader ⋆｡° | word count : 1.3k (1,315) ⋆｡° | fluff, protective and soft zayne, mention of cardiac surgery ⋆｡° | autor note : so... someone asked me for this version of the headcanon so i decided to do it because almost all the headcanons are short versions of other things i want to write :3 i've been writing too many things!! (even fanfics, that's why i'm so active) so i hope to catch up with the requests soon likes and reblogs are appreciated!! :) ★ masterlist here

you didn't know how much time had passed, but you definitely knew it had been enough to make the book you were reading seem less interesting, and you began to close your eyes but the book remaining open on your chest so you wouldn't lose the page.

since Zayne found out you were pregnant, he'd been the most caring person of all. at first, you thought it was because he was a doctor, but maybe it was mostly because he was a first-time dad. one of the things you'd noticed most was how he tried to talk to the baby after showing you some tests confirming she could already hear from the womb.

you'd woken up one night because you could hear Zayne murmuring. you could still remember it as if it had been last week... because it had been last week.

you stirred, opening your eyes, and a yawn escaped your lips. it took you a few seconds to return to reality and realize what had interrupted your sleep: your husband. your husband murmuring at three in the morning.

"Zayne?" you murmured, confused, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him. he was leaning against your baby bump, but he stopped completely when you woke up. "what are you doing?"

"talking to the baby," he answered without hesitation, settling back down next to you. "did I wake you up? I'm sorry," he murmured, wrapping his arms around you. you felt him pull you closer to him, to the point where there was no space between you two. you wanted to say something else, but you were too tired, so you just let your head fall back onto the pillow.

the confusion inside you began to be replaced by sleepiness again, and another yawn escaped your lips. your eyes began to feel heavy, and you knew you were going to fall asleep again at any moment. "Zayne, at this point you're going to run out of things to talk to. you don't have to talk to her all the time; I'm sure she knows your voice."

he sighed, kissing your bare shoulder. he knew you were right, but he had been working too hard lately, so in every chance he always talked to the baby. he was afraid she wouldn't recognize his voice.

just as you had predicted the week before: Zayne had run out of things to talk about. he'd been silent for almost ten minutes, trying to remember something he hadn't talked about. you were almost sure he'd told her everything about his life, except for his college years.

"I already talked about that time when you and I..." you interrupted.

"you already told her everything we did when we were kids." you sighed, settling back down on the couch. Zayne was sitting on the floor so your baby bump was almost at his face level. you smiled when you felt his lips brush against your skin. you hadn't said it, and you were a little embarrassed to admit that you loved it when he placed kisses on your bump.

you settled back down more comfortably on the couch, now your head was slightly resting on the couch, and your eyes were closed again. you were exhausted; making a tiny human from scratch was exhausting, it was definitely something you didn't expect from pregnancy. "you know... you don't have to talk to her all the time," you mumbled when you noticed Zayne's thoughtful face after slightly opening your eyes to see his expression and it almost made you giggle but you still tried to pretend to be sleepy.

Zayne looked at you with those eyes that you knew perfectly well meant: he wanted to talk to his baby and he was not going to give up. you sighed, returning your gaze to the book in your hands accepting that you weren't going to fall asleep anytime soon. and seconds later, something finally came to his head and he spoke again. "I remember a surgery that lasted over seven hours. the patient's heart muscle was severely damaged from a previous surgery and—" he stopped when he heard a gasp from you, setting off his alarm bells. Zayne looked at you with his eyes wide open, completely still waiting for you to say something, the book had slipped from your hands and quickly one of your hands went to your belly. "what happened?"

"she's kicking." your eyes widened in surprise. it wasn't the first time you'd felt her kicks, but it wasn't something she did often. Zayne looked at you in surprise and placed his hand right next to yours. "keep talking." Zayne nodded and went back to talking about the surgery... then you felt the little kicks again making you gasp with excitement again. "it can't be... do you think she'll also be a surgeon?"

Zayne smiled, and he didn't know if that made him feel a mixture of excitement and pride or some concern for his poor daughter. "probably." Zayne nodded before settling back into his story about that surgery.

Zayne settled back down, his hands surrounding your bump, and you watched as he leaned in to continue talking. he didn't want to admit that he was excited, nor did he want to admit that his baby—who had been completely calm the whole time—had kicked after hearing one of his medical stories. "it was a very long surgery. the patient previously had spinal surgery, they had to put in some plates, but something went wrong." he paused for a few seconds. you too remained motionless, waiting for some kind of response. another kick from the baby, but nothing came. you looked at Zayne with some concern, thinking it had only been a one-time thing, but he spoke again. "one of the screws ended up in her heart, damaging the cardiac muscle."

then you felt one of the little kicks again, making you smile. "I think she'll definitely be a cardiac surgeon," you sighed, feigning frustration. "another doctor in the family?"

Zayne smiled proudly. he had that small smirk that anyone else would simply look like he was pressing his lips together but not to you. he slid next to you on the couch, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. you felt your back against his chest, and seconds later, his breath hit your cheek. "maybe it was just a coincidence," he murmured, kissing your cheek.

"of course not. she's always so calm that if we didn't go to doctor's appointments, I'd be sure something had happened to her," you admitted, grimacing. "she'll be a carbon copy of you." you frowned, feigning annoyance, although internally, you could picture a tiny baby with huge eyes the same color as Zayne's. the baby was already just as calm as him, and she hadn't even been born yet. and the worst part was that now she seemed excited about heart surgery, not just surgery, not any other specialty. "see, and you were afraid she wouldn't recognize your voice."

"do you think she likes sweets too?"

you snorted, turning your face to look at him. "I think she'll be a little sugar monster if she's just like you." a smile escaped your lips, and a part of you was happy at the thought of a tiny copy of your husband.

a few weeks later, you finally confirmed that those little kicks whenever Zayne talked about surgery weren't just a coincidence, and you forced yourself to mentally prepare for the fact that it was quite possible your daughter had an interest in medicine and was a little sugar monster just like Zayne.

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"bet" — sylus headcanon 𐙚⋆fluff • fem!reader • masterlist

you could feel the air hitting your face, your lips parted due to a mix of adrenaline that made your body shake. you had made some sort of bet with Sylus, although you didn't even remember that you were supposed to win; you only knew that at that moment you were in the lead. a motorbike race sounded like nonsense at first; for a second, you thought Sylus had let you win when he was too far behind you, until a noise caught your attention. the roar of an engine made you turn your head almost for a second, and like lightning, Sylus passed you, taking the lead.

you sighed to yourself before hitting the gas once more. you quickly found yourself next to him; the two of you seemed almost in sync, at the same speed. you could feel his gaze fixed on you; you turned toward him for a second, and even though he was wearing a helmet, you could almost swear he was smiling. that seemed to distract him enough for you to take the lead, taking him by surprise. you were close to the place they'd chosen as the "finish line" and it was a feeling of relief when you crossed the finish line.

you stopped abruptly and jumped off the bike, jumping in joy. Sylus arrived at your side shortly after, he took off his helmet with a sigh, his eyes fixed on you. he had a small smile on his face. although Sylus had never been upset with you, for a second you thought he would be upset. you even thought it was silly. he was calm and even seemed satisfied. "I won. we bet you would be my servant for a month?" you joked, taking off your helmet.

you took your time, putting your helmet aside. you didn't even notice when Sylus arrived at your side. he had a small smile on his face and that serene expression on his face that confirmed he wasn't upset. "I would gladly serve you any day of the year."

your cheeks turned red, not knowing what to say. you certainly hadn't expected that response from the feared leader of Onychinus. it was still hard to believe that you had that different side of Sylus that no one else had. "thank you," was all that came out of your lips before you lowered your gaze.

Sylus' fingers slid under your chin and lifted your gaze to his. before you could react, his lips met yours. he kissed you slowly, taking his time to taste your lips. you gasped against his lips as his tongue explored your mouth, his body leaning in, trying to get closer to you until you felt your lower back hit your bike. when Sylus pulled away from you, you felt dizzy; his lips always made you feel that way. "congratulations, winner," he murmured.

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"ridding" — sylus headcanon/short one shot 𐙚⋆smut • fem!reader • masterlist

Sylus grabbed your hips, pressing his lips together to keep from moaning too loudly. you ran your fingers over his lips to keep him from pressing them together any further. "no..." a gasp escaped your lips.

Sylus fell onto the bed with a hoarse moan and it took you a few seconds to catch your breath. after taking a breath, you settled back down on top of him and bit your lower lip because of how sensitive you were. you were so close to the edge, your hands rested on Sylus' chest. he smiled, looking at you, enjoying the sight of you on top of him, setting your own pace, and taking what you wanted from him.

"god... that feels so good," you moaned, moving your hips too slowly again in an attempt to make it last longer. Sylus pressed his lips together; he loved the sight, and it had pushed him over the edge. he threw his head back, letting out a groan and his hands ran over your hot skin, making you shiver. "fuck, ah—Sy!"

you moaned, collapsing onto his chest, your body shaking as you thrust your hips a couple more times before feeling your orgasm make your whole body shudder. you held still for a few seconds but he squeezed your hips, thrusting once and twice one last time before releasing himself inside you. you let out a moan and hid your face in his neck, trying to catch your breath. you felt Sylus' hands on your back, smoothing your hair, and seconds later, his lips pressed against your cheek.

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"bodyguard" — caleb headcanon 𐙚⋆fluff • fem!reader • masterlist likes and reblogs are appreciated!! :)

Caleb was everything anyone could consider professional. You'd tried to approach him in a more… intimate way, and yet it hadn't worked. Not at least after that time when you'd kissed almost by accident. Almost because it was something you'd wanted since he'd walked through that door and you'd been told he was replacing your old bodyguard. However, everything had gone wrong after that kiss. Caleb wouldn't speak to you and just did his job. He didn't even say hello, which already seemed ridiculous to you. It was during an important event that you decided to confront him. He was always right behind you, so it wasn't hard at all to suddenly turn around and drag him into an empty room. "What are you doing?" His voice echoed off the walls of the room, your brow furrowed, your gaze fixed on him. It didn't take long for him to figure out what you were really doing.

"Stop it!" Caleb looked at you blankly, but before he could part his lips to say anything, you spoke again. "Stop ignoring me. You make me feel stupid, and yes, we kissed and I hate that you're ignoring me and pretending you're just professional and you'll do your job because I don't want you to be professional with me. I don't care-" You were talking so fast, you could feel your lungs emptying, that your mind could barely process what happened next.

Caleb leaned into you, his hands wrapped around your hips to keep you in place, and without warning, he captured your lips with his. It was a desperate kiss, as if he'd been holding back all week from doing it before. You could feel it in the way he held you against his body or squeezed your hips. Or in the way his tongue explored every inch of your mouth as if trying to engrave it in his memory. You took a few steps back, your back hitting the living room door, and and he pulled away from your lips with his labored breathing.

It took you too long to come back from your bubble; you could still feel his lips on yours, and you wanted more, needed more. "I've been holding myself back all damn night from grabbing you, pressing you against one of the walls, and kissing you." You opened your lips to say something, to tell him he didn't have to hold back and that you didn't really mind do it again. But the knock on the door behind you made you abruptly pull away from him. You blinked, slightly embarrassed, and stepped away from him acting normally as some people entered the room.

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the morning after (fluff)

zayne one shot (love and deepspace) the morning after your first time with him⋆｡° | pairing : zayne x fem!reader ⋆｡° | word count : 0.9k (900) ⋆｡° | fluff, no explicit content, the morning after (that) likes and reblogs are appreciated!! :) ★ masterlist here

When you woke up, you felt your eyes burning slightly. You stirred in bed and yawned so you could continue sleeping in complete peace. It took more than a couple of seconds for the memories of the previous night to flood back to you and for you to remember where you were.

When the memory hit you like a bus, you quickly got up, sat on your bed, and looked around. You were definitely not in your room, and you recognized your surroundings too well to confirm that what had happened the night before had been real. You were only wearing your underwear; you didn't even remember having put on underwear the night before. You were so tired that you could only fall asleep without realizing it.

You had gone on some sort of date to Zayne's house the night before; nothing out of the ordinary had happened on other dates. He had cooked for you, you had drunk wine, you had dessert, and then you had watched a movie while you sipped on something that was a hot beverage, but you didn't even remember what it was anymore. You closed your eyes and fell back onto the pillows until your mind returned.

You weren't drunk, you knew it perfectly well because Zayne would never have touched you if he'd known you were even slightly intoxicated. The desserts and the hot drink had helped you come back to your senses in case some of the little wine you'd drunk had slightly clouded your mind because you had a terrible temper when it came to alcohol. You remembered starting with small kisses when at some point in the movie he'd slipped you into his lap. Until the kiss ended up escalating too much.

Your cheeks flushed at the memory. Zayne wasn't someone you were just hanging out with, waiting to see what would happen. Maybe you weren't a couple, but you were absolutely sure you were serious and it was going to happen at some point. When you slid out of bed and looked for your clothes, you couldn't find them… But you did find one of Zayne's shirts. Was that too cliché? Probably, but it was much safer if he'd already left for work.

With that thought, you left the room with a yawn. You walked calmly to the kitchen, and it wasn't until much later that you smelled a sweet scent in the air. Your heart pounded as you considered two options: something was burning and now you had to explain to Zayne why he had to move out, or Zayne was still at home and not actually in the hospital.

The second option won out. You noticed it when you walked into the kitchen and saw him there, moving around, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, totally relaxed and shirtless. Shirtless. He didn't realize you were there until he turned to put something on the table. Zayne's jaw clenched when he saw you at the entrance to the kitchen, his eyes scanning your body and the way you looked in his shirt. "Good morning," he smiled, placing a mug on the table.

"Hi," you mumbled, somewhat embarrassed, as you approached the kitchen island. You took a seat at the table, and Zayne moved the mug he'd previously placed on the table closer to you. It was then that you realized that the coffee was for you. "I thought you'd be in the hospital," Zayne shook his head as he turned off the stove.

"I asked for the day off," he replied normally, placing a kiss on your forehead before taking the seat next to you. Zayne looked away, and you took the time to observe him, how he looked shirtless, still slightly sleepy, and with his hair disheveled.

Something stirred in you. You wanted to wake up like this every day. You wanted to see him shirtless, making breakfast or getting out of the shower, and he'd place a kiss on your forehead before leaving for work. You couldn't stop staring at him, not even when he got up from his chair to check something on the other side of the kitchen. It was at that moment that you slid out of your seat and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind. Zayne seemed surprised but quickly relaxed in your arms. "I like it like this," you finally spoke after a few seconds of silence.

Zayne turned to look at you, his arms quickly wrapping around you to hug you. "Like this?" he asked as he placed another kiss on your forehead. You nodded, clinging closer to him.

"Waking up with you," you admitted, inhaling Zayne's scent and concentrating on the warmth he gave off. You felt him slide his fingers down your jaw and then to your chin to force you to look up. His lips crashed against yours, a slow kiss, savoring every part of your mouth. Like those times when you know there will be more, because Zayne knew there would be more. He wanted more.

"You have to have breakfast." Zayne kissed your cheek again, then your jaw, and finally pulled back. You nodded because you knew if he kept kissing you like that, you'd probably end up in bed again, much less before the day started. It took you several seconds to return to the real world and realize Zayne had made breakfast for you. You definitely wanted to wake up like this every time.

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"talking to his baby" — headcanon 𐙚⋆fluff • fem!reader • masterlist • one shot ver

your head was slightly resting on the couch, and your eyes were closed. you were exhausted; making a tiny human from scratch was exhausting, it was definitely something you didn't expect from pregnancy. "you know... you don't have to talk to her all the time," you mumbled when you noticed Zayne's thoughtful face. he'd run out of ideas on what to talk to his baby about because he'd already told her his entire life. according to Zayne, babies could hear clearly from the womb and he had made sure to talk to her as much as possible so she would recognize his voice.

Zayne looked at you with those eyes that you knew perfectly well meant: he wanted to talk to his baby. you sighed, returning your gaze to the book in your hands, and seconds later, he spoke again. "I remember a surgery that lasted over seven hours. the patient's heart muscle was severely damaged from a previous surgery and—" he stopped when he heard a gasp from you, setting off his alarm bells. "what happened?"

"she's kicking." your eyes widened in surprise. it wasn't the first time you'd felt her kicks, but it wasn't something she did often. Zayne looked at you in surprise and placed his hand right next to yours. "keep talking." Zayne nodded and went back to talking about the surgery... then you felt the little kicks again. "it can't be... do you think she'll also be a surgeon?"

Zayne smiled, and he didn't know if that made him feel a mixture of excitement and pride or some concern for his poor daughter. "probably." Zayne nodded before settling back into his story about that surgery just to confirm that yes, his daughter enjoyed hearing him talk about his work.

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"ex" — sylus headcanon/short one shot 𐙚⋆ smut with fluff ending • fem!reader • masterlist • part 2

a moan escaped your lips as Sylus thrust into you. it wasn't rough or desperate; he was actually gentle, hitting the right spots that made you moan. "fuck Sy... faster." he didn't hesitate for a second to listen to you, speeding up his movements. your back arched as you felt your whole body shake, tensing around Sylus. heat pooled in your body as the orgasm hit you, making you arch your back and dig your nails into his skin.

Sylus grunted and continued moving inside you to prolong your orgasm you felt him squeeze your hips and thrust one last time before he came inside you. you had to press your lips together to keep from moaning and pretend you didn't care. Sylus took a few seconds before pulling away from you, his breathing ragged. "this is the last time," you murmured, covering your naked body with the sheets.

"yes, it's the last time." Sylus nodded even if he was lying. wrapping his arms around you, for some reason you didn't stop him. two weeks ago was the last time, and two days ago was also the last time. it had been over two months since you'd broken up with Sylus, and for some reason, you two always ended like that: in bed, naked.

he placed a kiss on your shoulder and didn't say anything because he knew it wasn't just a casual or momentary thing even if you thought so. nothing was momentary with you, he didn't want you for something casual but he would let you figure that out for yourself.

he didn't even say anything when you called him Sy again as if you'd never stopped.