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lvl1l1 · 2 months ago

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HEYYY can i please request LADS men when you sleep on the couch after a heated argument

LaDS men when you sleep on the couch after an argument

pairings: LaDS men x Reader(separate)

content: hurt/comfort, arguments

a/n: these are so long idk what possessed me

Xavier

You tried to just keep it a casual conversation, bringing up how you still felt like he was keeping things from you at times, like he still didn’t trust you with everything after you two have been together for so long but with how he kept his answers short and clipped, his expression as cool as always, trying to change the topic, things started to get more heated.

You didn’t like how he was brushing you off again.

“See this is exactly what I’m talking about, Xavier.”

His lack of response was really getting to you.

He stays expressionless, you keep saying things trying to get a reaction out of him but he doesn’t falter.

On the inside, he feels regret and seeing you angry at him upsets him, too.

“Fine. Whatever, be that way.”

He doesn’t feel relieved when you walk out of the bedroom, but he just doesn’t know what to say to make you feel better.

He follows after you, going into the bedroom, he freezes when he sees you grab the sheets and your pillow.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m sleeping on the couch, Xavier.”

You try to slip past him but he doesn’t let you,

“No, you’re not.”

You stare up at him and seeing the usual affection replaced with anger hurts him.

“Please, don’t.”

“I’m mad, Xavier. I don’t want to sleep with you tonight.”

The tremble in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed,

“I can’t sleep without you next to me. And I know you feel the same way.”

You try leaving again but he just won’t let you,

“Doesn’t matter. I don’t want to see you right now.”

You notice the hurt in his eyes and you feel kinda bad but you can’t back down now, right?

He nods but still doesn’t step aside,

“I’ll sleep on the couch then. You take the bed.”

Your shoulders slump, seeing as he resembles a sad bunny.

“Fine.”

You say and turn around, trying not to let this feeling get to you. You put your things back on the bed and hear him leave the room.

Confusion overtakes your features, why didn’t he take his stuff? You wait a minute and walk out after him, after some hesitation.

As you quietly go back into living room, you see him lying on the couch, no blanket, no pillow, eyes closed.

“Xavier, go get your things. You’ll catch a cold.”

He doesn’t open his eyes as he speaks again,

“It’s what I deserve. I upset you.”

Your mouth falls open at that, the ridiculousness of his behaviour almost makes you break out into a laugh. Almost.

“Xavier, even if I’m mad at you, I don’t want you to be cold and uncomfortable the whole night.”

He cracks one eye open, looking at you.

“But I want to be cold and uncomfortable for making you mad.”

You sigh, trying to fight the smile that’s making its way onto your face,

“You’re unbelievable.”

He’s looking at you with both eyes now, noticing the tension dissipate. Xavier props himself up,

“I’m sorry.”

You know he got you once you walk over and sit down on the couch next to him,

“I know.”

Reaching out with your hands to brush through his hair,

“And you know that I’ll forgive you once I wake up.”

He leans into your touch, testing the waters by lying his head in your lap.

“Thank you. But please don’t make sleep without you. I won’t intrude on your space, I just need to know that you’re still here.”

Scratching his scalp a defeated groan leaves your mouth,

“Go into the bedroom. I’ll be right there.”

His lips curl upwards, he begrudgingly lifts his head off your lap. He lingers, not getting up from the couch yet. You can guess why and knowing he needs the comfort just as much as you do, after everything that was said, you lean over and press a soft kiss to his forehead. A relieved hum forms in the back of his throat.

He then gets up, not trying to push his luck.

Xavier knows your feelings are valid and he would never want you to feel like they aren’t.

He doesn’t always handle things the right way but nothings more important to him than making it up to you. He’ll fix this, he’ll show you how much he truly trusts you.

Rafayel

You didn’t mean to leave him waiting, again.

Wondering where you are, if you’re okay and why you weren’t answering your phone.

This morning, you texted him, letting him know about today’s mission.

An emergency, there wasn’t much time and you had to get going now. You promised to come see him and call once you were back.

Rafayel kept himself busy all day, he noticed how you didn’t read his text, telling you to stay safe.

You also didn’t read any of his follow up texts and as the hours passed and there was still no answer from you, he started to feel anxious.

It was getting late, the sun setting soon.

He tried to call you and when it went straight to voicemail, he couldn’t help the concern clawing at him.

You should be done by now. You said you’d call him, once you were back. So, what was wrong?

It was dark out now, you had finally wrapped everything up.

Your phone had died in the middle of the mission, as soon as you had gotten back to the HQ you left it to charge.

You knew Rafayel was probably worried but you had texted him this morning, it shouldn’t be too bad. Or so you hoped.

Bidding your farewells to your coworkers, you left the association’s building, finally turning your phone back on.

The wall of missed calls and messages from Rafayel didn’t help your conflicted heart.

You tried to call him back, he wasn’t picking up.

You tried once, twice, it just kept ringing and ringing.

As you finally arrived at his art studio, you noticed the gate was closed.

Confused, you unlocked it and walked to the door.

You were thinking of how to apologise him, you didn’t mean to leave him hanging all day but it’s not like you did it on purpose.

Walking into his home, you saw him painting in the living room, back turned to the door.

“Hey, I’m back.”

You said quietly, placing your keys on the table, waiting for a reaction from your boyfriend.

You expected him to pout, whine, be upset but you were surprised, when… nothing came.

No reaction, he didn’t even turn around.

You approached him slowly, not knowing what to do.

“I’m sorry, Rafayel. My phone died and the mission turned out to be more difficult than expected. I left as soon as I got to the association.”

Usually, he’d be talking to Reddie now, acknowledging your presence in some way or another, making sure you know he was upset.

But still, nothing.

He just kept painting.

No hum, no change in his movements, no looking over.

You sighed, you knew you messed up but the least he could do was talk to you about it.

“Look, I know I should’ve been more careful, made sure my phone was charged or given you more details. I didn’t know, though. So, can we please just-“

“Just what?”

The first time he spoke since you’ve arrived and he still wasn’t looking at you.

“What do you expect me to do now? Throw myself into your arms, crying?”

You were taken aback by his tone,

“No, I didn’t mean-“

He cut in again, voice steady, words sharp,

“This isn’t the first time, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. Am I supposed to lose my mind everytime you pull something like this? It’s not like you keep your word, anyway.”

The accusation hung heavy in the air and you were trying to deal with this as sensibly as possible but he was making this increasingly more difficult.

“Rafayel, you know how my job is. I’d never ignore you on purpose. I kept you waiting and I’m sorry, I really am. But sometimes, there just isn’t anything I can do.”

A scoff escaped him and you could feel a headache forming. You were expecting him to follow up, come up with a retort, tell you how disappointed he was but he just went silent again.

You felt tired, your eyelids heavy and you simply didn’t have the emotional maturity to deal with this appropriately right now.

You went to get changed, as you were leaving the room, you heard him mumble something under his breath,

“As expected.”

You halted, standing still for a moment before turning back around,

“What was that? If you have something to say, speak up.”

You crossed your arms and he finally looked up at you, gaze completely void of emotion.

“Not like you care, anyway.”

Your eye twitched at that,

“I understand if you’re upset but if you’re not willing to talk to me like an adult, I can’t help you. If you want to act like a child, be my guest.”

An ironic laugh left him at that and his eyes went back to his painting,

“Im the one acting like a child?”

“I don’t have the energy to deal with this right now, Rafayel. I have to do my job, grow up.”

You spun around on your heel to actually leave the room this time, when you heard rustling behind you, he was getting up.

He grumbled under his breath again,

“Didn’t know being a hunter meant you have to ghost your boyfriend.”

You clenched your teeth at his condescending comment but decided to not dignify him with a response.

You quickly walked into your shared bedroom, changing into your PJs.

Finally catching a glimpse of yourself for the first time today, you looked rough.

Thinking about how Rafayel still treated you so harshly, after seeing the state you were in.

Impulsively, you grabbed your pillow and your blanket and stormed into the living room.

He wasn’t there anymore, probably having gone to the bathroom to get ready for bed as well.

You settled down on the couch, you knew you were acting petty but you just didn’t want to put up with his attitude tonight.

You laid on your side, back turned to the room, when you heard the bathroom door open.

Rafayel’s steps were loud, you could feel his eyes on you as he came to a stop. The urge to turn heavy but you refused to budge.

He inhaled sharply, you could hear him mumble something under his breath again but couldn’t make out what he was saying, even if you could’ve, you were done arguing.

When you still didn’t hear him move, you turned around, seeing him standing in the middle of the room.

He looked hurt, making eye contact with you but not saying anything else.

He turned around, walking into the bedroom.

You heard the door click shut and a feeling of hurt settled into your chest.

You laid awake for a while, tossing and turning, regret seeping in, you didn’t want to fight with him like this.

Soon, sleep found you.

Eyes falling shut, mind still stuck on the interaction with your boyfriend.

Your eyes fluttered open, taking in the darkness.

You wanted to rub your eyes, when you felt your left hand being engulfed by something warm and heavy.

As you looked over, you immediately noticed the mop of purple hair being on eye level with you.

The scene in front of you made a lump form in your throat;

Rafayel was sitting on the floor, one hand holding onto yours, face resting again the couch.

His long legs were crossed and his posture was atrocious, you knew he’d wake up sore like this.

Him setting his pride aside, seeking you out in your sleep, made your heart race, even after how he was acting earlier.

You knew he was trying to hurt you both in an attempt to put his walls back up, he was scared for you.

There was nothing he feared more than losing you, you disappearing again. He didn’t want to wake up one day, finding out you were gone.

And you admittedly weren’t always making it easy for him.

Your other hand reached out and ruffled his hair,

“You idiot…”

You got up to the best of your ability, with him still gripping your wrist, sitting down next to him.

You managed to wrap him up in the blanket as well as you could, pressing your head into his shoulder.

You two would make amends once he woke up.

You couldn’t help but press a chaste kiss to his cheek.

Zayne

You’ve been buried in work lately, barely having time for yourself. No time to cook meals, so you’ve been relying on take out. Coming home so late from work makes you feel like you’re not making the most of your day, so in turn you stay up late, watching shows, playing games, trying to keep up with your boyfriend’s schedule.

Zayne has been trying to be lenient, he doesn’t want to tell you what to do and what not to do but he could see how your unhealthy habits have been getting worse and how it’s wearing down your condition.

Once he brings it up, he’s objective, neutral, speaking as your doctor, not your boyfriend.

When you try to reason with him and explain how those little acts may be unhealthy but they’re the only comfort you have in the midst of so much work.

You promise him, these habits aren’t here to stay and once you have enough breathing room again, you’ll go back to doing all those things he puts so much emphasis on.

He’s unimpressed, urging you to rethink. You know it comes from a place of concern, he’s telling you these things out of love but it simply feels so belittling.

You’ve been so overwhelmed and he’s seen firsthand how badly you need some understanding more than you need health advice.

Seeing how he doesn’t back down, you start to feel irritated. He refuses to see things from your perspective and you refuse to back down now.

The argument spirals as you call him out on not being much better,

“Overworked? Bold coming from you.”

His voice is steady and his words are harsh as he doesn’t pay much attention to your feelings,

“Yet I still make sure to get my nutrients. I also don’t spend my free time rotting away in front of a screen. You barely go outside during your time off.”

Zayne notices the hurt on your face a little too late,

“You’re my boyfriend before you’re my physician, Zayne. Act like it.”

His brows furrow at that, not responding.

He leaves the room before this could escalate any further, telling you to calm down first, which naturally sets you off even more.

You weren’t done with this conversation but realising he won’t continue you this, you decide to back off.

You’re mad at him and you’re going to show him.

While he’s in the bathroom, you grab your things from the bedroom and bring them over to the couch.

After he’s done getting ready for bed, he walks out and sees you sprawled out on the couch, cuddled up with your pillow, clinging onto it, the way you usually would to him.

He lets out a sigh, he can’t see your face, but that sound aggravated you even more.

Zayne sits down next to you, you don’t look at him.

“Do we have to do this?”

You don’t answer, he stills for a moment before getting back up.

Your lips tremble, seeing how quickly he gave up but to your surprise he comes back with his own blanket and pillow in hand.

“It’s going to get cramped. But I don’t mind, if you insist on sleeping here.”

“Zayne, I wanna sleep alone.”

He shakes his head, putting his things down next to yours.

“We might’ve disagreed but I don’t want the day to end like this. If you don’t want to talk to me right now, that’s fine. But don’t push me away, please.”

You stay silent at first, not knowing what to say.

Your heart feels a little warmer,

“Almost forgot you can be thoughtful, after all.”

He chuckles at your snarky comment, showing he’s not irritated.

You push your pillow lower, making your eyes visible to him.

Your eyebrows are still furrowed but he can tell your gaze softened.

You turned away and scooted over, making some space for him.

He took the hint and laid down next to you.

You’re lying in the dark, breathing slowly, starting to miss your boyfriend even tho he’s right next to you.

It’s not like you enjoyed fighting with him, especially with how apathetic he could be when he thought he was right.

You knew he didn’t say any of those things with malice, he was worried and that was his way of expressing it.

Unable to sleep due to the emotional and slight physical distance to your boyfriend, the thoughts running through your mind and the tiny couch you were sharing with your freakishly tall partner, you opened your eyes again.

“Zayne?”

You whispered, being quiet in case he had already fallen asleep.

He hummed in response and you shimmied back a bit, wanting to feel him,

“I don’t want to fight anymore…”

He shuffled, wrapping one arm around your waist loosely, not wanting to overstep,

“I’m glad. Me neither.”

His voice was low, not disturbing the quiet.

“Do you think we could go back to the bedroom?”

You heard him exhale a laugh,

“If you’d like to.”

You nodded, still not turning around.

Before you could say anything else, Zayne spoke up again,

“I’m sorry. I overstepped earlier. I have no right to tell you what to do. However, I only want the best for you, even though I might not be the best at expressing that at times.”

You turned around, looking up at him in the dark, and he was still able to make out your features,

“I’m sorry, too. I wasn’t willing to hear you out at all.”

“The same goes for me. I wasn’t offering solutions, I was just lecturing you.”

Leaning your head against his chest, you snuggled closer,

“Honestly, you had some valid points. I should spend more time with you whenever I finally have some free time.”

Zayne cradled your head,

“Don’t feel forced to. I just think I could make you food whenever you home, you don’t have to get junk food. In hindsight, there’s nothing wrong with indulging once in a while.”

You nodded,

“Yeah, sounds like a good plan.”

The two of you basked in each other’s presence like this for a little while longer, before Zayne dragged you back to bed.

His main priority is looking after you, his love for you is unrivalled but he’s still new to all of this, he’s trying.

Caleb

You and Caleb rarely fought.

Ever since you were younger, Caleb was always willing to bend to your whims.

He’d always back down and let you have your way.

Whether it’d be about who got to go first in a game, who got to sit in the passenger seat of the car or who had to clean up after playtime.

The older you two got, the more serious your fights became at times but Caleb would still back down, wait for you to let your anger out at him.

Obviously, whenever he could, he’d try to mediate.

He never wanted to fight with you, it was the worst.

There was this irrational fear in his mind, that whenever you were mad at him, you’d leave, hating him, never wanting to see him again.

He knew it was stupid, unrealistic but he much preferred your loud anger, yelling at him, staring him in the face, not turning away and ignoring him.

It was the same reason he’s never truly been angry at you.

Yeah, he’s been irritated because of careless things you’ve done but that comes from a place of concern.

He loves you too much, feels too much for you to ever show his anger, however that doesn’t mean the mask doesn’t slip sometimes.

Still, he wouldn’t keep arguments going.

He’d serve as an outlet for your anger, he’d let you get everything off your chest and whenever he wanted to bring something up that bothered him, he’d do it in a way you wouldn’t notice his true feelings.

So, whenever it did come to an argument, you knew it was serious to him. But you simply weren’t used to having him not agree with you, especially because you knew you were in the right about this.

Well, so you’d say, if you could recall what “this” was.

You don’t even remember what the fight was about, you two have just been spiralling from one thing to the other for a while now. The tension was starting to become unbearable.

Especially because Caleb was doing what he’s always done, taking whatever you throw at him and just accepting it.

He’s willing to be the bad guy in your eyes, as long as it meant keeping you safe.

And you were starting to grow sick of it.

Caleb would never raise his voice at you, he’d never intentionally do anything that could hurt you, whether it be emotionally or physically.

A stark contrast to how you’ve been shouting at him for the past 20 minutes.

Everything was so different now, it was like you were both speaking a different language. Not like when you two were kids, not when it felt like it was you and him against the world.

You didn’t want him to just stand there and take it while standing his ground, insisting he knew better than you.

It was starting to drive you crazy, so the next thing you knew, was you angrily stomping out of the room.

Caleb stood in the living room, unmoving.

Replaying the argument in his mind, trying to think of where he went wrong.

As he was standing there, starting to wallow in self pity, you returned.

He was thinking of how to solve the situation, when he noticed the blanket and pillow you were holding.

You waltzed straight past him, plopping down on the couch, fluffing up your pillow in silence.

“Pipsqueak, c’mon.”

Not looking at him, still preparing your newly decided sleeping spot, you answer,

“We’ll talk in the morning. I don’t wanna be near you right now.”

His eyes widened slightly, moving towards you but keeping his distance, as to not set you off more.

“I understand that but I don’t want you to go to sleep upset.”

At that, you paused for a moment, fingers hovering over the pillow you were still adjusting, before you collected yourself and went to busy your hands again,

“It’s a little late for that.”

You heard a thud near you and you quickly looked up, worried.

You saw Caleb on his knees in front you, head hanging low,

“I’m sorry. You’re rightfully upset but please, let me fix this.”

You sighed, lying down.

“Caleb, go to sleep. We’re not doing this right now.”

Once he looked up at you, you felt your resolve waver. Just why did he have to resemble a kicked puppy so much?

You turned around, not letting your wet dog of a boyfriend get to you.

“Okay, I love you. Sleep well.”

He said but he got up really slowly, hoping you’d change your mind after all.

He went into your shared bedroom, leaving the door open behind him.

Caleb tried to sleep, he really did but he’s been laying awake for the past two hours.

It felt wrong to sleep without you in his arms. The right side of the bed shouldn’t be cold; you shouldn’t be away from him, especially after such a long time apart.

He didn’t want you to be mad at him, he didn’t even want to fight with you but you were just so stubborn.

Why couldn’t you just see he was trying to protect you?

He stopped his train of thought, knowing it was just putting him in a worse mood.

Surely, you were asleep by now, right?

And you’ll have cooled off by the time you woke up.

So, you definitely wouldn’t blame him if he joined you on the couch, would you? He just missed you so much, he couldn’t sleep without you.

He quietly walked into the living room, not wanting to wake you up.

When he saw you there, lying all by yourself, he felt something in his chest tighten.

It made him feel like he was a little boy again, like you were right here but so far out of his reach.

So, fragile and vulnerable, like if he touched you, you’d break, disappear.

He was pulled out of his thoughts, when you mumbled quietly in your sleep,

“…caleb, don’t..”

He couldn’t make out what else you were saying, but you were thinking like him, even in your sleep.

He never wanted you to go to sleep upset.

He slid in under the covers with you, wrapping his arms around you.

He couldn’t stand being away from you too long, he needed to make sure you were real, that you were with him.

And with that thought, he finally managed to drift off to sleep.

Sylus

This was the angriest you had ever been at Sylus.

He prided himself on being a man of his word, keeping all his promises, especially the ones he made to you.

So, when he showed up again after 4 days, you were making sure he knew how mad you were.

He had promised you, he wouldn’t repeat what happened with Tulla Island.

He wouldn’t disappear without saying anything, he wouldn’t leave you wondering whether he was dead or alive, but that’s exactly what he did.

He send you a cryptic message the morning of, not answering when you tried to figure out what he meant.

Mephisto was still around, but he was no help either.

So, when you decided to pull up to the base 2 days in, having Luke and Kieran explain to you, that your boyfriend had to leave on urgent business that they couldn’t elaborate on, you felt many things at once.

You’d been seething until he showed back up, acting like nothing happened.

“You promised, Sylus.”

He was sitting, while you were pacing around the bedroom, anger evident in your voice.

“This time was different. I didn’t leave without a trace. You ended up asking the twins, no?”

You stopped in your tracks, looking at him in outrage,

“And they were no help at all! I didn’t know where you were, I didn’t know what you were up to, actually, I still don’t know!”

He was trying to be understand and pragmatically approach the situation but you weren’t putting up with this.

“Sylus, you’re not listening to me at all. How many more times are you planning on pulling something like this?“

He raised a brow at you, having a hard time hiding his amusement, you thought he was mocking you, when in reality he felt relieved to know you cared about him so much,

“This isn’t much different from you leaving for your missions. You don’t tell me where you’re going, either.”

You crossed your arms,

“You can’t be serious. You can utilise your stupid resources and figure out where I am, you find a way everytime. It’s either Mephie showing up or you! How is that fair?”

He propped his chin up on his palm, looking at you with hooded eyes,

“Those resources are open to you, too, sweetie. What’s mine is yours. Besides, don’t you know the saying? Where there’s a will, there’s a way. Maybe you weren’t trying hard enough.”

You couldn’t deal with his sarcasm, not when you’d been worried for the past four days, wondering if he was alright, whether this was his way of disappearing out of your life after all, still feeling the anxiety you had the last time this happened.

The smugness on his face was just pissing you off more.

“Can’t you be considerate of my feelings for once? Is it fun to you to see me suffer like this? Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you.”

You knew you didn’t mean any of the things you just said, he knew you didn’t mean any of it, he was always bending over backwards to accommodate you.

His love for you was unconditional and whenever he kept you in the dark, it was for your own sake.

But his usual teasing was just setting you off.

You were getting more animated by the second, the realisation of how you had been feeling for the past few these really settling itself in your mind.

Sylus was just silently watching, not saying anything but seems like that was also not quite the right choice, as his silence irritated you as well.

At some point, Sylus started answering. His patience started to run thin, while it would never run out when it came to you, he didn’t appreciate the tone you were using with him.

He stood up in the middle of your sentence, walking towards the door,

“What, so you’re just going to walk away now?!”

“Yes. Before either of us say something we’ll both regret.”

And with that, he was out of the door.

You watched, dumbfounded.

Your firsts clenched, you felt like he wasn’t taking you seriously.

He was definitely underestimating your level of pettiness.

Sylus had left your apartment, thinking of how to make it up to you.

He understood why you felt the way that you did and he never meant to leave you worried but sometimes ignorance was bliss.

Admittedly, his business ended up taking longer than expected.

He originally wanted to be back sooner, before you even knew it but things played out more complicated.

Still, you should know he was essentially undefeated.

There was nothing, that could stop him from coming back home to you.

So, coming back to just to see you hurt like this, because of him, made his heart break.

He also didn’t dislike your angry side, he liked seeing you give into your emotions, showing what you truly thought.

What he didn’t like, was seeing you talk yourself into a spiral without letting him get a word in.

He thought it would be for the best to leave you to cool off, while he tried to get back into your good graces.

Now, what he didn’t expect upon his return into your bedroom, was the emptiness on your side of the bed.

He walked into the living room with quick steps.

And there you were, in all your glory, hogging the entire couch, duvet, comforter, multiple pillows, plushies included.

You were on your phone, paying him no mind.

“What’s the big idea, kitten?”

You just hummed, turning to lay on your stomach, kicking your feet up in the air, tapping away on your phone,

“I’m mad at you, so I’m sleeping here tonight. Good night.”

The laugh he let out vexed you even more, and of course, he noticed that.

“That’s funny, sweetie. Come now, get up.”

When you didn’t move, the corners of his mouth curled up in an entertained smirk.

He walked over to you and stopped right next to the couch, towering over you.

“Don’t make me say it again, kitten.”

You didn’t miss the amused lilt in his voice.

You barely spared him a glance,

“Sylus, I don’t want to sleep in the same place as you tonight. You managed for the past four days, I’m sure you’ll be able to handle it today as well.”

He let out a huff,

“My, that’s too bad.”

You thought that meant, he’d leave you be, so imagine the surprised noise you let out, as he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder.

“Sylus, you jerk! I’m not joking around with you!”

Sylus tightened his grip on you, as you started thrashing around,

“I know.”

Your escape attempts were futile, he carried you back into the bedroom and dropped you onto your bed,

“You can be mad at me, scream at me but you don’t get to avoid me. That won’t make things right.”

You jutted out your lower lip, feeling vulnerable all of a sudden,

“You don’t get to lecture me right now.”

You rolled over onto his side of the bed and hid under his covers.

The bed dipped, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him but not taking the blanket off your head,

“You’re right. But I don’t want the love of my life to feel even more alone than they already have for the past four days.”

You slowly lifted the blanket off your face, not looking up at him,

“Allow me to mend things between us.”

You scoffed,

“There’s nothing broken…”

“Then, let me show you just how much I adore you.”

Damn that smooth talker.

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tbaluver · 4 months ago

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hi this might be a strange ask😔 as a girly who bleeds like a faucet and experiences tremendous pain when on her period, i wonder how the Lads men would react to a blood stain when they wake up in the morning? And take care of their beloved having cramps and other symptoms... okay thank you!!🩷🩷

Period Stains + Period Comfort- The Love And DeepSpace Men

pairings in order: xavier x fem! reader, zayne x fem! reader, rafayel x fem! reader, sylus x fem! reader, caleb x fem! reader summary: when you stain the bed sheets/ blankets + period comfort genre: fluff fluff + comfort a/n: hihi anonnie! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ dun worry this is not a weird ask at all bc i genuinely think they're gonna be so caring this time (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ the reaction to the blood stain is below the headcanons ! i hope it was alright and that you enjoy reading ! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

This absolute angel will be taking care of you every single day of the week. He sometimes can get a little confused because your cramps can be unpredictable. Sometimes they fade away and other times they return immediately so he’s sticking by your side the entire time until every single one of them goes away. From snuggles to feeding you to your favorite meals and snacks until you need a little space from him. He hates to see you in pain and he’ll do everything he can to make this entire week easier for you.

He might go overboard on buying your favorite snacks that you two might not even finish the entire month. He might even buy something on his way there that reminded him of you as a little gift to make you cheer up

Whenever cramps hit, his hand gently spreads across your lower abdomen, soothing away the tension and untangling the knots in your muscles. He kneads softly and if it’s not enough, he’ll lay in between your legs, offering a comforting pressure and his warmth to relieve the pain away. He'll leave some kisses on your lower abdomen and stomach even though it might not fully relieve the pain.

When your mood swings hit, he’s never fazed at all. He’ll listen patiently, letting you talk through your feelings and every frustration that comes up. To him, it’s never a burden.

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The iron grip that Xavier had around you in the morning was strong, even more so than usual when you try to slip out of bed. As much as you want to stay in his arms, you notice a glimpse of a faint stain at the sheets from last night reminding you of your period. Gently, you try to wake him up, planting soft kisses along his skin and caressing his cheek.

“Five more minutes..” He mumbles, nuzzling into your touch. A warm blush spread across your face as you told him that the sheets had been stained. Slowly, his eyes flutter open while loosening his hold on you. As you both got up and started to pull the sheets off, he stopped you, shaking his head softly. “It’s alright. Go freshen up,” He smiles softly, “I’ll take care of the sheets.”

You quickly freshen up in the bathroom, hurrying to change out of your pajamas and into your new ones, hoping to at least help Xavier with the bed. But as soon as you step out, the sheets have already changed and the bed looks as fresh as it did when you first laid down. Even the plushies on your side of the bed were neatly placed back.

Xavier soothes out the sheets, his focus shifting towards you the moment you walk in. His expression softens with concern, “How are you feeling? Does it hurt a lot?” Before you can answer, he’s guiding you back carefully toward the bed, his hand resting on your lower abdomen with a comforting pressure. “How about we order in some food? Anything you’re craving? Pick whatever you want.”

Zayne:

When Zayne is around during your period, you don’t have to worry about anything. The house will be clean, meals will be made or delivered, and you’ll be fully cared for.

Despite his busy schedule, Zayne always makes sure to take care of you as much as he can. You don't have to worry about running out of supplies or sweets because he's already gotten them for you. and Zayne never runs out of sweets. He’ll go through his calendar to make sure you have everything you need before your period starts. He’ll have everything you need such as things like pads/ tampons, heating pads, or medicine to ease the discomfort.

Sore boobs? Bra is unclipped, removed, and his hands are quickly on them, kneading them softly and gently. Whispers in your ear, "Is this alright?" "How does this feel?" which makes ovulation come by way quicker

Whenever nausea hits you during your period, he’s quick to make you a soothing cup of ginger or peppermint tea, or anything that will help you settle your stomach. When hot flashes happen, he’ll become your personal ice back to help you cool off.

During his breaks, he’ll check in on you and to see if you’d like a sweet treat later when he gets home. Even if you don’t want any, he’ll make sure to pick something up for you.

He also shares some helpful tips he’s learned about menstruation, like how to position a pillow a certain way in between your legs to ease your cramps when he’s not around and when he is there, he’ll replace the pillow with himself. If you’re up to it, he might suggest some light yoga or some walking. He’s learned that certain stretches can relieve pelvic pressure and he’ll do them all with you.

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Your eyes flutter open, the comforting warmth of Zayne enveloping beside you. His hand rests gently on the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles as he reads. You groan softly, a sharp familiar ache stirs on your lower abdomen, hoping it’s just a stomach ache and not the possibility that it might be the start of your period.

Zayne’s gaze shifts towards you, setting his book down on the nightstand. “Good morning. How are you feeling?” He asks softly. “Today could be the first day of your cycle. I suggest you freshen up and check.” Zayne had been tracking your cycles since the beginning of your relationships, his predictions had been right most of the time. The moment you shift out of bed, you felt that familiar discomfort flowing down between your legs, confirming he was in fact right.

As you move toward the bathroom door, he grabs a fresh set of clothes for you, closing the door behind you with a soft click as he tends to the small stain left behind on your shared bed. He had noticed it before you, not drawing attention to it so you don’t have to worry about a thing.

You quickly freshened up and changed, hoping he hadn’t noticed the stain but as soon as you opened the bathroom door, he was calmly tending the bed already. Before you could speak or apologize, he was already ahead of you. “I changed the sheets,” He said softly, “I’ll make you some tea.” He gently pulls you closer to him, pressing a soft and reassuring kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to stain the bed.. I should’ve cleaned it.” Zayne shook his head, his lips curving into a gentle small smile.

“You don’t need to be sorry for something you can’t control. It’s natural. Now what would you like for breakfast?”

Rafayel:

Rafayel becomes your personal heating pad, carefully using his evol to warm your lower abdomen just enough to bring you comfort and to get rid of your cramps.

Cuddles with lots of soft feather-like kisses that make you giggle from how it tickles but not to the point where you’re squirming uncontrollably. He playfully talks to your abdomen as he slowly massages it. “Free her! She’s had enough! Let me take her pain!” to lighten your mood during discomfort

Rafayel never misses a chance to shower you with compliments. He knows how you might feel icky or uncomfortable with yourself during this time so he makes sure to lift you up instead, reminding you how beautiful and strong you are. He’s not letting you forget how deeply he loves and appreciates you.

He’ll also have some medicine in stock if you need it, bringing you a cooling compress to gently press against your forehead whenever your head hurts/ hot flashes

Bubble baths with him are a must. He knows how intense your cramps can be from knowing how much your cramps affect you and he believes a warm bubble bath will help. He’s super gentle, running his hands through your hair while soft massaging your lower abdomen to provide soothing relief.

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Your eyes flutter open, the soft sounds of seagulls calling from outside the window stirring you awake from your sleep. Rafayel is already awake, propped up on his elbow, his gaze fixed on you with a soft smile. He watches as you stir awake, his heart warming at the sight beside him.

“Good morning cutie,” The corners of his lips slightly crinkled at the corners as he watched you. As much as you want to soak in this peaceful and intimate moment with him, that sharp pain in your lower abdomen makes you curl further into a ball, a small groan escaping your lips. The discomfort makes your face scrunt up and Rafayel immediately notices. “Aww, is it shark week already?” He teases, gently cupping your lower abdomen before massaging it in slow, soothing circles. “How about a bubble bath? Maybe that’ll help.”

The two of you slowly get out of bed, the flow of your blood makes the discomfort even worse. As you glance down, your heart sinks when you spot a stain on your side of the bed, making you feel a little embarrassed. Rafayel notices at the same time and gives you a reassuring smile as he reaches out to gently squeeze your hand. “Dun worry. I’ve got it covered. I’ll take care of everything.” He flashes a playful wink as he guides you toward your shared bathroom. “And I’ll make sure to take care of those sharks for ya later, promise.”

He helps you sit on the edge of the bathtub, adjusting the water to just the perfect temperature. While you settle in, he quickly leaves the room. You hear the soft rustle of the sheets being pulled away as he tosses them into the laundry bin and he later comes back holding a fresh set of clothes for the both of you.

“I’ll make sure the bed’s all fresh when we’re done.” He leans down, kissing your forehead, his lips lingering for a second before he pulls back. “I’ve got it all covered cutie.”

Sylus:

Sylus makes sure to put a lot of effort to make sure you were absolutely comfortable. He’ll provide as many meals, snacks, pillows, and blankets as you need. Whatever you want, he’ll provide it all for you. There’s no need for you to lift a finger or even a leg this week.

Anything you crave? He's already got it or it's on its way in a few minutes. If you want him to prepare a meal he'll make it for you or he'll get a personal chef to make it for the both of you so he can stay by your side.

If you’re dealing with a headache, he’ll close the curtains and dim the lights before pressing soft kisses to your forehead. After that, he’ll grab you some medicine to ease the pain and make you a cup of tea to make it all go away.

Sylus understands the pain you’re in and how sluggish you feel. Without hesitation, he curls up beside you, his warmth enveloping you. He showers you with gentle kisses, whispering soothing words.

He gives you all the massages you want. His large hands are heavenly on you, massaging any area that you want relief. It’s so soothing that it has your eyes fluttering shut as the tension melts away under his touch.

If any tears start to fall and you can’t explain why, he’s there by your side. He murmurs sweet things and reassurance to your ear and later pampers you if it makes you feel better.

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You wake up to a dull ache in your lower abdomen, curling closer to Sylus to seek comfort in his embrace. Your limbs tangle together and though it should bring you relief, it doesn’t ease the sting. As you shift, you feel the dampness through your pajamas, your stomach sinks with the idea that you might’ve stained his expensive sheets.

Not wanting to disturb his peaceful slumber, you gently stir Sylus awake. His eyes flutter open slowly, his muscles relaxing to see you. “Hmm..? Since when did you start waking up earlier than me sweetie?” His voice low and raspy, pulling you even closer to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

You hesitate for a moment before explaining, “I think I might have stained the bed..It might be my first day..”

He pulls away slightly, “You think you stained the bed?” He places a hand on your lower abdomen, his fingers slowly try to massage the ache away. “How much does it hurt right now? Can you walk?”

You give him a small reassuring smile, “I should be fine..just uncomfortable.” His touch lingers for a little longer before he nods.

“Go change, I’ll take care of everything.” His voice stays calm and reassuring. Despite your offer to help, Sylus shakes his head with a gentle smile. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll get it done.”

By the time you return, Sylus has nearly finished changing the sheets. You walk over to him, trying to help smooth out the sheets, a small frown tugging at your lips as you worry about the stain going through the mattress. “What if I ruined the bed? I didn’t mean to..”

Sylus turns to you, a soft chuckle escaping him. He steps closer, his hand gently cupping the back of your head before pressing a soft kiss, his lips grazing your hair. “It's just a bed sweetie. Besides, what matters is that you’re okay. I’ll handle everything here. Just focus on getting some rest.”

Caleb:

Caleb is experienced in this area when it comes to taking care of you during your period. He’s been there since the very beginning of it all. He remembers exactly what type of pads/ tampons you use and it’s second nature for him to pick them up from the store without a second thought. He’s never uncomfortable walking through the feminine care aisle at all.

He makes sure to pick up the snacks you love and doesn’t hesitate to text you if you were craving anything specific so he can pick it up before he comes home. He also picks up ingredients for your favorite meals, knowing the comfort of a delicious home cooked meal will bring a smile to your face.

Speaking of food, he’ll prepare you some warm and comforting meals that he knows will help you feel better. He’ll make sure you eat every single bite, gently encouraging you not to skip any meals.

He’ll come into your room with a tray of ice cream, loaded with your favorite flavors and toppings. “Hey pip-honey, I got you some of your favorite ice cream. I’ll make you whatever you want. I can whip up a sundae for you even if it’s just a Thursday."

He hates to see you in pain, it breaks his heart. He’s silently cursing the universe for making you go through this, wishing he could take it all away. But for now what he can do is stay by your side, massaging you as long as you need. His hands are gentle and steady, warming up heating pads and placing them on your lower abdomen to give you some relief. As he does this, he softly murmurs sweet reassurances in your eat and that 'Caleb’s here to help you through it.'

Caleb handles your mood swings pretty well and has so much patience. He never minds if you’re feeling grouchy or irritable. Whenever your emotions get the best of you and you snap a little, he’s always there to listen, letting you vent about anything you have a problem with.

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“Hey..hey pipsqueak..” Caleb murmurs as he brushes a lock of hair from your face. “Juust for a second.. I need you to wake up.” Your eyes flutter open and that familiar sharp ache in your lower abdomen makes you wince, instinctively curling into yourself. “Does it hurt? Do you want me to carry you to the bathroom?” You shake your head, not wanting to get up from his embrace just yet.

“mm..what’s going on?” You mumble sleepily.

“I need to change the sheets real quick,” His voice a little sheepish. “Then you can go back to sleep. I’ll make you some breakfast and you can stay right here okay?” You sigh as a gentle protest but nod. As you slowly sit up, the discomfort of the flow makes itself known as you make your way to the bathroom.

You’ve grown up together and something as natural as this could not make him see you any differently. He’s seen it all, the awkward moments, the cramps, the emotional and physical mess you’ve been through. Despite the discomfort you feel, he’s always there to help and tries his absolute best to make this easier for you.

He quickly strips the bed, changing the sheets to something more comfortable and fluffing your pillows just the way you like them. By the time you step back into your room, freshly changed, the bed is already made up neatly.

“There,” He says with a bright smile as his gaze locks on you. “All nice and cozy just for you pipsqueak.” He pulls you back into bed, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Now, get some rest. I’ll take care of everything else.”

cr. for the divider @/ cafekitsune

a/n: also the caleb and the sundae part is a reference to a tiktok im still trying to find it bc i have to many edits saved-

here's a post i wrote that's similar to this! only all four of them for now When You're On Your Period

my other works if you want to check it out! Love And DeepSpace Masterlist Pg.1 , Pg.2

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jinusajas · 10 months ago

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08/19/24; 04:41pm

{ 18+ headcanons / drabbles }

[ lovemaking + aftercare with them ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel

thanks to @/nyashykyunnie for her input for zayne and rafayel.

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

sylus has spent hours mounting you, thrusting his cock in and out of you as you became a bit dazed in response. as you made your slow descent into madness, (your mind and body so drunk off the pleasure sylus had given you), you take a moment to admire this devastating man.

a light sheen of sweat was seen across his powerful body, letting out gasps and grunts of your name as his eyes hungrily look down at the area where he remained connected with you. just seeing the way you take in his cock so well was enough to make the onychinus leader tremble, the sheer amount of pleasure he felt coursing through his veins being immeasurable.

as if spurred on by your moans and the way your pretty, manicured nails grip at the sheets, sylus lets out a growl of your name, tossing one of your legs over his shoulders, pumping his cock with fervor in and out of your slick heat before stilling his hips completely just moments later, forcing your cunt to take in all he had to offer the moment he shoots his seed inside of you.

you moan at the sudden sensation of sylus filling you to the brim with his cum, feeling it mixing together with your own juices, leaving you panting. sylus places a chaste kiss against your cheek before landing against your body. he places the entirety of his weight on you, leaving you aching and breathless as you writhed beneath him.

“sy… please, you’re too heavy for this.”

his tired and weak chuckles were heard against your ear, and you felt the way he gently bites down against the lobe of your ear. “aw, my poor kitten, did i wear you out?”

you let out a huff in response, refusing to answer him, (yet the heat felt against your cheeks and the notable ache between your legs were more than enough proof of sylus’s relentless lovemaking). with a shake of his head, your lover gently holds down your hips before pulling out of you, earning a deep sigh from you.

knowing that you had been thoroughly rendered unable to walk by him, sylus gently takes you into his embrace, humming as he saunters toward your shared bathroom. your eyes take in the marble onyx tub, watching as sylus turns on the faucet, filling it with hot water before pouring a bottle of your favorite scented bubbles into the mix.

once your bath was prepared, sylus gently places you inside of the tub, earning a content purr from you as you were surrounded by the waters. once you were settled inside, sylus joins you, allowing your back to meet with his chest when his arms automatically wrapped around your front. you giggle upon seeing the bath waters fall onto the marble floors with sylus’s added weight. letting out a rich chuckle of your name, sylus busies himself with washing your hair, threading his fingers through them as he massages your scalp in the process.

once your hair was washed and thoroughly rinsed, sylus helps you further by spreading your legs, earning a soft moan from you when you felt his thick fingers exploring the depths of your core, cleaning you of the respective evidence of yours and sylus’s release. your meek whimpers fill at the air, feeling sylus lean down to gently bite down against your shoulder.

“hmph, the sounds you’re making are truly difficult to ignore. you’re making it hard to resist you, but i know how tired you must feel… so i’ll behave.” he admits with a grunt, with you visibly relaxing in his embrace, allowing your lover to further spoil you with his massages as he spends a copious amount of time in the bathtub with you.

zayne was simply admiring the way you gently rode him, gasping as your legs trembled in response to each painstaking thrust made against his cock. it takes him a herculean effort not to climax with you riding him so passionately that you were practically bouncing up and down his aching shaft.

filled with a desperation to be the sole cause of your release, zayne places both his hands on your hips, purposely speeding up your bounces against his cock. your eyes end up rolling to the back of your head, the pleasure almost too intense for you to handle. your back arches in response to the way zayne slams you up and down his dick, with the palm of your hands settled on his chest to help you with maintaining your balance.

“you are… magnificent. i will never get enough of you…” zayne admits to you in a breathless whisper, making you gasp as your walls sweetly clench around zayne’s cock. as your cunt grips at his dick in a vice grip, you felt every pulsating vein from zayne, making the doctor grunt before thrusting his hips upwards, his cock twitching wildly inside of you before completely releasing himself into you. your walls were coated in white, making you moan as you felt your respective releases flowing out of you and down the length of zayne’s softening cock.

with you becoming out of breath coupled along with the ache you felt all across your body, zayne’s eyes go wide before quickly pulling himself out of you. you were left moaning at the sudden loss of him, yet zayne was too distracted with his desires to take care of you for you to notice.

“you shouldn’t have exerted yourself. despite how-“ zayne cuts himself off with a cough, “despite how pleasurable it was for both of us, i should have known better than to keep pushing you. and for that i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay, z-zayne. i… it felt really good. i don’t regret it at all.” you reassure your beloved with a satisfied smile on your face, making the cardiac surgeon blush an even deeper shade of red.

zayne lets out another cough, flushing a noticeably in response when he leans closer to you, giving your lips a quick kiss before hurriedly disappearing into your shared bathroom. in his rush, zayne had forgotten to put on some clothes, giving you the perfect view of his backside as you grinned at the sight.

the sounds of running water were all you could hear, and it wasn’t until several minutes later that zayne reappears into the bedroom, picking up your pliant form with ease before taking you into the master bathroom with him. with your arms wrapped around his neck, you watch as he carefully settles you within the bathtub. the lingering scent of lavender fills your senses, and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a moan the moment you felt the warm waters surrounding your aching body.

with you practically melting into the bathtub, zayne places one last kiss against your hair. “enjoy your bath, my love. and i’ll return once everything is ready for you.”

you frown, wanting him to join you, too. but his sudden departure from the bathroom makes you pout a bit. but alas, your lover had always been like this-

becoming a complete and total mother hen when it came to caring for you. knowing it was best to not argue with zayne when he became so passionate, you decided to wash yourself, cleansing your body of the sweat and fluids that remained as evidence of your copulation just moments ago.

losing track of time of how long you had been in the bath, you end up feeling a bit startled when zayne reappears. he smiles back at you, now dressed in a pair of sweatpants and shirt. with a plush towel in hand, zayne sweetly beckons at you to stand up for him, allowing him to dry you completely as he begins to drain the bathtub of the water.

once he was satisfied, your lover wraps you in the towel and carries you out of the tub. not allowing you to lift even a single finger, zayne rids your damp body of the towel, choosing instead to don your form in a comfortable robe before carrying you once more. with you clinging to him, you gently place kisses against his jawline, eyes trailing toward your shared bed when you realize that zayne had completely changed the sheets and blankets. you become flustered at this fact, feeling embarrassed at being the reason why zayne had switched out the bedding with something fresh and new.

zayne senses your embarrassment, yet doesn’t comment on it. as he settles himself into bed with you, you saw that he had another surprise up his sleeve. watching him with love filled in your gaze, you notice the way he brings over a tray filled with your favorite foods over from the nightstand, picking up one of the utensils as he cuts a piece of it off for you, hand feeding you the morsel as you let out a dreamy sigh, feeling overjoyed that you were able to call the king of aftercare as your own.

xavier didn’t hold back when it came to his quick pounds deep inside of you, holding up your leg as he kept fucking himself against you. your mind was void of all coherent thoughts, becoming filled with the delicious friction caused by xavier’s cock nestled so deeply within you.

your moans and constant cries of his name makes a surge of confidence go through him. your sweet mewls and the sensation of your walls gripping him so tightly was enough to make the young hunter lose his damn mind. his eyes had long been eclipsed by darkness as evidence of the way they had remained dilated at the mere sight of you. there was something achingly addicting to the sensation of your walls squelching in response to each of his heated thrusts, filling him with the need to make you lose all control for him.

“hah… fuck… you’re squeezing me so much…! you’re practically milking me.”

the pleasured phrases falling from xavier’s lips makes you cry out even further, sobbing into your pillow while he slams his hips even deeper into you. the man had become obsessed with having your walls gripping him oh so tightly, and he briefly wondered if he could make you spill your juices onto him.

his darkened eyes focus on your swollen bundle of nerves, watching the way your pretty pussy practically devours his cock. with a grunt of your name, xavier reaches forward to give your swollen pearl a gentle pinch, earning a gasp from you. he was relentless in taking you now, gently rolling your swollen clit between his fingers while continuing his movements. with his cock continuously disappearing and reappearing, you lost the last bit of your control, letting out a hiss as you came.

feeling the increase in moisture surrounding his already sensitive cock, xavier stills his hips with his eyes clenched shut, already shooting the rest of his seed deep inside of your womb with his balls tightening in response. a low string of curses manages to escape from xavier, basking in the sensation of his cock emptying everything that it had as he kept on pumping his seed inside of you.

by the end of it all, you were too drunk and exhausted to say a single word, eyes going a little hazy. xavier wasn’t faring any better, but manages to pull out of you all the same.

you had your eyes closed, ready to doze off when you felt a strong hand suddenly spread your legs. a soft whine escapes from you, and you manage to look down to see xavier himself placing his face between your legs. the sensation of his wet tongue cleaning at your entrance makes you shiver, yet you lost all the energy to protest. instead, you allow xavier to spread your legs even further for him, placing your hand against his golden strands of hair to help with guiding him against you as he utilizes his hot mouth alone for the sole purpose of cleaning you.

not wishing to forget your every expression, rafayel decided to make love to you in the missionary position. with his hair covering his face in tune to his every thrusts, the young artist couldn’t help but admire just how responsive you were to his every touch.

each time he rams his cock back inside of you, your breasts would bounce beautifully, your gaze becoming even more filled with lust and adoration for him.

your moans were nothing short of being absolute music to his ears, and he basked in the way he was able to play your body like a symphony, using his cock for the purpose of your pleasure alone.

the mere sight of your gorgeous face twisted in absolute and utter pleasure was almost too much for rafayel to bear, making him insane as he leans down to capture your hardened nipples within his hot mouth. the sensation of his tongue licking a stripe up your aching breasts makes you gasp, hands already delving into his soft strands of hair. you lightly pull against those strands, earning a grunt from him as he began to shamelessly suckle on your nipples.

your climax was quickly approaching, and the moment rafayel felt your walls clenching around him so tightly did he lose all sense of control. stilling his hips, he pumps the rest of his seed inside of you, fully emptying himself with a low hiss of your name.

you were practically sobbing beneath him, hands clenching at the ruined sheets below you as you took in all that he had to offer. the lemurian’s gaze looks down at the spot where you remained connected to him, becoming filled with pride at just how well you managed to take him in.

“such a good girl for me… you’re my sole princess.” rafayel admits to you with a soft smile, pressing lingering kisses against your damp skin. when both of your respective releases simmers down to a manageable level, rafayel remains buried deep inside of you.

knowing that your body was aching, he spends a good amount of time massaging your shoulders and hips, applying the right amount of pressure on them. still feeling a bit naughty, the artist ends up wrapping his arms beneath your back, picking up your form, ensuring that your heaving breasts were settled before him as he spends yet another good chunk of time littering them with kisses all while gently sucking on your sensitive nipples.

he continues to chuckle at how responsive you still were, finally ceasing with his almost hedonistic massages against your skin. realizing just how tired you were when you let out a yawn, rafayel makes sure his limp cock was still connected to your slick walls (despite how much of a challenge it was to place you both beneath the covers without breaking such an intimate contact.)

seeing the way your lover struggled makes you giggle weakly in response, earning a playful glare from him that was certainly not a pout. you listen as rafayel huffs before placing your face within his naked chest after managing to pull the comforter over both your forms.

“sleep, my princess, and i’ll be sure to treat you to something nice when morning comes.”

his gentle voice was all the urging you needed to succumb to your exhaustion, allowing your eyelids to grow heavier before falling into a deep slumber…

end notes: it is so easy to thirst for the lads boys and i am just so shameless at this point 🫠

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

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starryeyed-apple · 22 days ago

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xavier likes to take control in the bedroom

★pairing: dom!Xavier x fem!Reader ★wc: 2k ★content: piv, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampies, one ass smack, one use of good girl, (accidental) cum licking, Xavier mentions wanting to record, check-in/they take a little break, implied that they have a safe word, Xavier calls Reader pretty, Xavier has a filthy mouth. Nicknames for Reader: Starlight, baby, love. ★a/n: Xavier's innate princely qualities make him such a hot dom to meee so this is shameless porn with no plot exploring that <3 ★masterlist

The first few times you had been intimate with Xavier were easily some of your most precious memories. It was a new experience for the both of you, and you had taken it slow and sweet, enjoying how it felt to know each other completely.

As time passed, and your relationship continued to grow, so did your curiosity in the bedroom—as did his. It didn't take long to learn that while your sleepy boyfriend seemed nothing but angelic and soft-spoken, he had a lot more lurking beneath the surface.

Xavier knew just how to use that soft voice to his advantage. He knew how to make a command feel like silk against your skin, until you were begging him to put it in, to stuff your cunt with his cum until it was dripping down enough to stain through your mattress.

He knew how just how to whisper the sweetest praise into your ear while you spent hours face-down in your sheets as he pounded into you, driving you delirious with orgasms as he filled you up with his own, again and again.

You were eager for it, always hungry for this hidden side of him. The side that took control so easily it felt like it was gifted to him by birthright.

For somebody so in charge of every aspect of your life, it was a breath of fresh air to let him take control in bed, especially with how safe and loved he always made you feel. And you knew it was that very love that drove his desire to see you feel good, to know how you'd come to trust him so completely.

You yearned for how possessive he could get, how he was obsessed with seeing you pliant and pleasured underneath him.

Because of him.

In a flash, you're flipped onto your back, whining at the loss of him when he slips out of you.

Your eyes meet his when Xavier leans over you, your cum-drenched thighs squeezing together when you see that bottomless hunger still hasn't faded from his gaze.

You know very well that he can keep going all night, even with how flushed his face has gotten, the pink spreading to his ears and down his neck, all the way to his chest.

His fluffy hair is damp with the sweat of nonstop exertion, but his cock is still an angry red at the tip and hard against his stomach.

You reach down, tracing the vein along the underside of it, admiring how it twitches under your touch. Your fingers come away wet with your combined release that was still dripping down it.

"Do you need a break?" his quiet voice rings out above you, and you glance back up to see that flicker of familiar softness in how dark blue and hypnotizing his eyes had gotten. "Water?"

You lick your dry lips, and nod with a little wince.

"I'm a bit thirsty, yeah," you rasp out.

He nods, helping you sit up against the pillows before reaching for the cup on your bedside table. Holding it to your lips, he watches as you gulp the water down, humming in approval. His thumb brushes against your throat when you're done, collecting a droplet that had dribbled down from your lips.

After he sets the empty glass back down on, his long, delicate fingers trail along the cover of the book you'd borrowed from him on the nightstand.

"Do you like the sequel so far?" Xavier asks, his hands finding your thighs to gently spread them again.

"The—ah, the first one's better," you answer with a trembling sigh when he takes his cock in hand, sliding it between your folds to collect his lingering cum there.

"Really?" he hums, glancing up at you through his lashes, still slowly rubbing himself between the lips of your pussy. "Tell me about it."

You whine, hooking your legs around his waist.

"Later," you huff impatiently.

Xavier chuckles, low and breathy.

"Such a needy pussy," he whispers, voice soft and steady as he notches his head against your entrance. His face is calm and composed, his posture as perfect as ever when he leans back, tilting his chin up to get a better look at you all sprawled out for him. "Fucked her three times tonight and you still want more."

God, you'd never get tired of how filthy that sweet, quiet mouth could get.

At his inquisitive look, you nod.

"Fuck me again," you breathe, skipping right to the point instead of waiting for him to ask.

Xavier sinks back into you, slipping so easily through your warm walls with how long you've both been going at it. He moans when he bottoms out, eyes squeezing shut, and your breath catches in your throat from seeing how blissed out he got just from being inside you.

You think he'd be content if all you did was warm his cock all night.

Just the thought of him spending all his time asleep buried deep in your cunt sends a shiver up your spine, and you squeeze around him by reflex.

"Oh fuck," he breathes, eyes fluttering open to gaze down at you. "Do that again."

You bite your lip at how easy the nature to command came to him. Squeezing your pussy around him, you smile when he groans, long and low.

When he sees your lips curled up, Xavier almost pulls out of you completely, just to slam back in hard enough to pull a scream from your throat.

"O-oh," you cry, scrambling for something to ground yourself as he buries himself to the hilt, only to buck into you rapidly again and again.

He watches you writhe from the pleasure, that little self-satisfied smirk teasing the corner of his lips. You moan, reaching for him, and he takes your hand in his, fingers squeezing yours to ground you.

"Xavier," you gasp, drunk off his heavy-lidded eyes and the repeated driving of his cock inside you. Your head falls back against your pillows, tits bouncing with each hard snap of his hips against yours. "Fuck."

His eyes scan down your body, lashes fluttering at how your entire body trembles from how relentlessly he fucks into you.

"You're so pretty like this, baby," he murmurs, fingers detaching from yours to graze against the front of your neck. They trail to the side, tracing the flutter of your pulse underneath your heated skin.

His palm presses flat against your collarbone, sliding between your bouncing tits and down to press against where he bulges against your lower stomach.

"So pretty all full of my cock."

You whine, hips canting upwards to meet the harsh slap of his skin against yours. You can feel the pressure building from where he keeps hitting that same spot deep inside you, the one that makes your toes curl and eyes roll back.

"There it is," Xavier whispers, pressing down more on your abdomen, and your mouth falls open with a long, low moan. "Fuck, you're drooling for me. Can feel you getting tighter too."

"Xavier," you whimper for him again, legs shaking and scrambling for purchase around his waist when his hands find your ass, dull nails digging into the soft flesh as he lifts you from the mattress. "Please, please—"

You thrash in pleasure underneath the quickened pace of his thrusts at this angle, gasping in time with the fast, harsh rasps of his own breathing from the effort.

"Please what, Starlight?" His voice is so sweet, so innocent, even as you can hardly think when his thumb circles around your clit. You cry out, grabbing at his wrist, trying to get his fingers to rub you directly. "Use your words for me, love."

Even with your fucked-out brain, you know what he means. You remember one important word among all the other ones that uselessly float around your mind, but you also know that's not what you want to use right now. You don't need to stop, you need to cum.

Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, struggling to find the words he demands of you, your lips forming around empty sounds and aching for his own tongue to fill it instead.

His hand smacks your ass, and you cry out, jerking forward when he squeezes the flesh.

"Eyes on me, love."

You blink rapidly, gaze refocusing on where you had been blankly staring up at your ceiling. When you glance back at him, your pussy flutters at the little smirk curling up half of his lips again, matching the dark, heady look in his eyes.

"Good girl."

You keen at his praise, eyes trailing down to where your slick dampens his silvery happy trail, leading to his cock as it slides in and out of your soaked and ruined pussy.

"Speak," Xavier demands calmly, with the gentle ease of a prince bringing someone to their knees.

He pinches your ass, and your thighs twitch with a yelp.

"Let me cum," you gasp, struggling to keep your eyes open when you look back at him. You're glad you do, because you see him waver, his mouth falling open at your pretty begging. "Make me cum, Xavier, please. I want to, I need to—"

His thumb flicks back and forth across your clit, and your shaking legs falls from his hips, heels digging into your bed. Xavier rubs quick, tight circles into the bundle of nerves at a nearly punishing pace, and your vision blacks out when you feel the pressure deep inside your cunt suddenly burst.

Your mouth flounders around the syllables of his name, slurring it in every scream of it as you cum, drenching his thighs and the sheets underneath you with each wave of mind-shattering pleasure.

"Fuck, you're—you're squirting," Xavier gasps, the words distant and bouncing around your empty, pleasure-tinted thoughts. "You haven't—ngh, you've never done this before."

He nearly collapses on you, his breathing hot and heavy in your ear, balls slapping against your ass with each desperate, shallow thrust.

"So pretty, so so pretty," Xavier rambles into your ear, soft voice equal parts possessive and delirious. "Next time I'll—hah, I'll record it, show you just how—fuck, just how pretty you are—"

"Xavier," you whine, vision clearing up enough to meet his eyes.

It's right at the moment when you peer up at him, content and utterly cock drunk, that he finally snaps.

You watch his eyes glaze over when he cums, entranced by how pretty pleasure looked when it bloomed across that angelic face. His brows turn upwards, mouth forming a silent o before your name is wrenched from his lips in a broken moan.

He thrusts weakly a few more times as more of his cum floods into you before quickly pulling out, jerking himself off and watching the ropes of white mark you from your stomach up to your tits.

Xavier's back on top of you in an instant, his entire body's weight pressing you into the ruined mattress when he collapses from exhaustion, and you laugh breathlessly.

His lips press against your skin, licking along the curve of your breast and chuckling when you squirm. Smiling up at you, that darkened look slowly bleeds out of his eyes, along with all the tension in his body.

Your nose wrinkles when you notice the smudge of his own cum on his lips from licking your chest, and you giggle, gently wiping it off.

"Good?" he murmurs, his eyes already drooping heavily.

You drag your fingers through his damp hair, nodding even though he can't see it, his head resting against the pillows of your breasts.

"Very good," you hum, and you feel him smile before he presses another kiss to your chest, right above your racing heart.

"Good," he sighs, nuzzling further into you. "Wake me up in ten minutes."

"You are not going to wake up in ten minutes, Mr. Hunter," you laugh.

"I will," he whines softly, hugging you tighter. "I have to take care of you…clean you up…"

Your nails scrape up and down his back, and you smile when you feel his hums of content unravel into gentle snoring that rumbles from his own chest into yours.

Pressing a kiss against the top of his head, you whisper, "I'll give you twenty."

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Sylus

- You wouldn’t stop wondering around the N109 Zone so he simply puts a leash around your neck

- Sylus knows how much you love to see his sweaty body right after he hits the gym

- Sometimes you two would roleplay. You would be a maid that does a awful cleaning job and Sylus would have to punish the you for not doing your job correctly

Rafayel

- He was so nervous the first time you two slept together, he couldn’t even put on the condom before coming on your stomach

- Rafayel hates it when you play video games when he’s around, he gets jealous when your attention isn’t on him 24/7

- Rafayel needs so cum inside your pussy or he would die. He loves seeing it drip down onto the bed sheets and pumping another load into you

Zayne

- He offered to help you study but he suggested something new. Every time you get a answer correct he would finger you

- One of Zayne’s guilty pleasures is when you go under his desk and suck him off while he’s working. He swears it makes him more focused on his work

- Zayne cant say no to you even if that means not being able to touch or see you while you tie him up and have your way with him

Xavier

- Whenever you are on a solo mission he would go into your apartment and he sends you videos of him humping your pillow. He misses you so much when you’re away

- Xavier thought you were bring too friendly to your new neighbor so he made a video to send it him to show that you’re clearly taken

- You two were assigned a mission together but of course he begs and pleads for a quickie before you two leave

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Hi! If you're open to requests, what would you think the lads men (or just one guy of your choice!!) would do in the following scenario?

They are out with mc when they run into mc's ex, and mc's ex says, "Damn, your taste in men changed a lot" in like a condescending manner. (Or something along those lines)

I hope you have a great time!! I love reading your stories!!

[ Thank you for the request! <3 I did a little of everyone so enjoy! ]

"Your tastes sure have changed since the last time I saw you." is the first thing that actually catches his attention during the otherwise boring conversation.

Sylus is not an overly jealous person simply because he is very secure of his love for you and how good he is to you. The only thing your ex does is greatly amuse him because the difference is too great to even be considered fair.

"Naturally. You surely don't expect someone to eat trash forever, do you?" He would answer for you in a smooth voice while he towers over the both of you with that confident expression of his on his face.

He feels almost sorry for you, who had to make do with such men, but, not to worry, he's here now and he's not going anywhere.

Taunting his jealous side is the same as playing with fire while knowing you're going to get burn.

"Is that the type of guy you prefer?" He'd ask the second the two of you are alone again. His hands pin you to the closest surface so you're unable to run from the conversation and he keeps his face very close to yours to watch for even the smallest reactions "Do you like him more than me?"

My advice? Say no as quickly as possible and give him a kiss to shush him otherwise you're in for the long, loooooong haul. Xavier is not easily soothed once he's worked up and he WILL hold grudges.

The next time your ex shows up he is quick to cut the conversation before they can even get a good morning in and makes it clear you belong to him now.

"What did you just say?" His head never whipped back faster mans almost twisted his own neck.

Arguably the most aggressive per se because he's SO obvious. To him it's just staggering you ever went out with anyone else, especially a thing like that, and that it's here, again, approaching you. Does it not see him? He's right there for god's sake!

"She's on duty so she can't talk to you right now. Or ever." He'd grab you by the shoulder as he sized the guy up and down with the most condescending and judgmental look on his face before scoffing. what a diva

He'll nag at you later for being "distracted while on the job" and say you're supposed to pay attention to him at all times otherwise how will his dear bodyguard protect him? Please be more mindful!

It was a school reunion party when your old high school sweetheart came up to the both of you.

"Oh hey, I remember you! Weren't you the guy who got kicked out for cheating on his graduation exam?" He says with an innocent grin on his face knowing full well the guy is a deadbeat and making sure others heard it too.

It's canon he kept track of all crushes MC had while growing up and I'm sure he goes out of his way to show you their bad points so you won't even consider looking their way.

In some cases, Caleb had to get rid of them by manipulating things behind the scenes if they didn't take the hint and this one was one of those cases.

The guy was struggling with his grades and who is he to deny a helping hand? All he did was slip the sheet of answers to the test without anyone knowing, it's not his fault if the idiot accepted it knowing it was against the rules. Such an angel, isn't he.

This interaction will lead to him being even more territorial around you and he wants you to just stay home with him where it's safe. Pretty please?

He will step in if they are bothering you by pretending he needs your immediate help in the office but otherwise Zayne merely listening in the background.

Once they're gone the silence is so loud.

You can basically feel that he's bothered by something, but he won't open his mouth even if you ask him about it because it's 'petty and childish'.

"Are you happy with me?" He'd eventually ask you after stewing in his own thoughts for the day. What if your tastes hadn't changed and you were just too nice to tell him he's not doing enough? That he is not enough.

Please reassure this sweet man that you're happy in the relationship. Especially so if your ex is the type that is super extroverted and easy to get along with since that's one of the points he struggles with the most.

The problem goes away on its own after some good quality time together and affectionate words.

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xavier isn’t an alpha that chases. he calculates. he watches you for weeks—memorizing your tells, your scent, your heat patterns—before making a move.

and when he does? it’s subtle. a hand on the small of your back. a low hum when your scent spikes. a lingering look that makes your knees weak.

“i’m patient,” he says with a half-smile. “but don’t make me too patient, omega.”

his scent is crisp and clean like citrus and a warm summer morning, but when he’s possessive? it thickens, heavy with cedar and electricity. it drowns out other alphas.

highly territorial. he won’t say a word if someone gets too close to you in public. but later, when you’re alone, you’ll find yourself pinned against the nearest wall with his nose in your neck.

“you’re mine. they need to be reminded.”

loves putting his scent on you. on your collar, your wrists, the inside of your thighs. not out of insecurity, but because it’s efficient.

“you belong to me,” he says, tongue tracing the spot just below your ear. “why shouldn’t the world know that?”

in private, he’s intense. dangerously focused. kisses you like he’s dissecting a formula. ruins you with precision. makes you beg for his knot before he even lets you feel him.

low groans. biting praise. dry humor mixed with filth.

“you say you’re ready, but you’re shaking.”

“look how pretty you are when you fall apart for me.”

“omega, do you even know what you’re doing to me?”

if you’re in heat, he handles you like glass, unless you beg. and then he breaks you on purpose, just to build you back up again.

knots you with low, shaky moans and then refuses to pull out. instead, he strokes your hair and whispers equations he’s been working on.

“i think more clearly when i’m inside you,” he murmurs. “you quiet the noise.”

doesn’t say i love you easily, but when he does, it’s in the middle of the night, still tied to you, his breath warm on your skin.

“you’re the only variable i’ll never want to solve.”

his first rut with you:

xavier didn’t want you to see him like this.

his calculations were off. the suppressants didn’t hold. his rut hit him hard and fast, like lightning striking his spine.

he tried to lock himself away. isolated, medicated, logical. but you? you knocked on the door, and he knew your scent before it reached the crack.

“no—don’t open that door.”

but your omega instincts pulled you. and when your scent touched the air, he fell to his knees.

you opened the door anyway. and found your alpha—trembling, sweating, destroyed by his first real rut.

“you shouldn’t be here,” he gritted out, hunched over, fingers digging into the floor. “i can’t think. i can’t think with you near me.”

but you stepped closer. touched his face. whispered, “then don’t think.”

that was all it took.

xavier surged forward, catching you in his arms like he couldn’t breathe without you. he buried his face in your neck, whimpering—a broken sound you’d never heard from him before.

“you smell like home,” he gasped. “don’t leave. please don’t leave.”

he stripped you slowly, reverently, like you were made of stars. like you were the answer to every question he ever had.

“omega,” he moaned when he slid into you, head falling to your shoulder. “i’ve needed this. needed you.”

he tried to go slow, but his body overrode him. soon, he was thrusting desperately, one hand fisted in the sheets and the other wrapped around your waist like he was scared you’d disappear.

“mine. mine��i need to fill you,” he gasped, knot swelling as your body clenched around him.

when he tied you for the first time, he let out a strangled sound—half-relief, half-worship.

“you calmed the storm. you always calm the storm.”

even knotted, he couldn’t stop moving. couldn’t stop touching. he kissed every inch of you, like his lips were answering questions only your skin could ask.

when you whispered, “you’re safe with me,” he almost came again.

and then? he stilled and held you, listened to your heartbeat.

“i understand now,” he whispered against your scent gland. “why alphas lose control. it’s because of you.”

softest. lowest. breathless:

“you’re everything.”

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dollyswishingwell · 13 days ago

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I love your page, aesthetic, and writings! May the wishing well grant all the LADS men when reader argues with them. Reader is feeling petty she gives them the silent treatment and sleeps in the living room. How would they react and coax her softly back to bed with them? Thank you.✨🫶🏻

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Wanna argue?

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ fluff, crack, i can’t imagine them seriously arguing with reader lol. they’re just men in love

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ Your feeling bored, petty even.

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Rafayel doesn’t even remember what the argument was about. Something dumb. Something petty. Something you started because you were bored and looking for a little drama to spice up your afternoon.

He’d narrowed his eyes in that usual amused way, tilted his head like, Oh? So we’re doing this now? And you’d flounced away with a dramatic sigh, declared you were “SO done,” and relocated yourself to the guest bedroom.

Which would be funny, if it didn’t kill him.

At first, he thinks you’re joking. A little pout, a little fake mad face. So he humors it. He waits. Hangs around the hallway, fingers tapping against the doorframe.

“…You’re not really mad, right?” he finally calls. “You just wanna see how cute I get when I beg?”

No answer.

Now he’s nervous. This isn’t part of the usual script. There’s no teasing voice behind the door, no exaggerated sighs for attention. Just silence.

Rafayel presses his ear to the door. “You’re not allowed to give me the silent treatment,” he mumbles softly. “That’s cheating. You know I hate it…”

Still nothing.

So.

This is war.

—

Later that night, you’re curled up under the guest sheets with your back to the door, determined to “teach him a lesson.” You’re not even that mad anymore, just sleepy. A little smug. You’re waiting for him to cave.

And he does.

Soft footsteps. A tentative knock. Then… the creak of the door opening.

He doesn’t speak. He just stands there in the dim light of the hall, wearing his loose white shirt, hair a little messy, blue-and-pink eyes glassy with defeat.

Then, gently, he steps over, crouches by your bedside, and lays his cheek on the mattress beside your hip.

“…I can’t sleep without you,” he murmurs, voice hoarse and baby-soft. “I keep reaching over and you’re not there. I keep thinking you’ll crawl back in. But you’re being so mean, pretty girl…”

Your lashes flutter. You pretend to ignore him.

He lets out a breath. “Okay. Okay. You win, fine. I’ll say it.” He lifts his head just enough to kiss your arm through the blankets. “I’m sorry for whatever dumb thing I said that made you mad. Even if I’m right. Especially if I’m right.”

You stifle a smile.

“I’ll build you a bigger vanity. I’ll buy you new gowns. I’ll let you pick what I wear tomorrow and sit in my lap when i paint. Just… come back to bed?”

Still, you don’t move.

So he does the unthinkable.

He whines. Soft. Needy. Heartbroken.

“…You’re my pillow princess. My real-life fairytale. I need my bedtime cuddles. I need you to drool on my shirt and trap my legs and complain about my cold feet.”

You turn slowly to face him, raising a brow. “…Cold feet?”

His eyes sparkle, hooked. “Mm. So cold. Miserable, really. I think I’m dying.”

You roll your eyes. “…Maybe you should’ve thought of that before being a brat.”

He beams. There she is.

“Then come punish me, baby,” he whispers, swooping in and nuzzling against your tummy like a kicked puppy. “You can call me names. Make me beg. Just don’t exile yourself like this. My bed feels like a coffin without you.”

Finally, you sigh, dramatic and tired. “Fine.”

He scoops you up bridal-style before you can change your mind. You squeal, swat at him half-heartedly.

“Didn’t say you could carry me—!”

“Didn’t say you couldn’t,” he purrs, already padding barefoot down the hallway with you wrapped in his arms.

When he drops you onto your shared bed and curls tightly around you, he sighs like he’s finally at peace.

“I missed you,” he mumbles into your hair. “Don’t leave me again. Or I’ll cry.”

You smirk sleepily. “No you won’t.”

“…Try me.”

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

You hadn’t even meant to make it a thing. You were just feeling bored. Playful. Maybe even a little bratty. So when Zayne made that dry little comment about your “third outfit change before dinner,” you gasped, scandalized, and declared that you were spending the night elsewhere.

“A true queen,” you announced, silk robe billowing as you stormed off, “does not sleep beside critics.”

He blinked. “…You’re being dramatic.”

“Yes, I am,” you snapped. “And you’ll miss me.”

Now it’s nearly midnight. And you were right.

Because Zayne is pacing down his hallway like a storm in dress pants, no tie, robe hanging open, hair slightly mussed. He’s searched three of the guest bedrooms already.

All of them pristine. All of them empty.

The man is fuming. Not at you, never truly at you, but at the absurdity of this game. The mansion is too damn big. The house too quiet. The silk sheets too cold without your warm body burrowed into them like you always do.

He checks another room. Empty. Again. His jaw tightens.

“…Princess?” he calls softly, more gentle than he means to be. “You done sulking yet?”

No answer. Just silence.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re lucky I love you,” he mutters under his breath. “This is ridiculous.”

Finally, finally, he opens the fifth guest room. And there you are.

Asleep. Curled up like a smug little kitten beneath the expensive throw blankets. Looking all innocent. Angelic. Your robe half-fallen off your shoulder and your cheek smushed against the pillow.

Zayne exhales like he’s just found a missing patient. Runs a hand through his hair.

Then he steps inside. Quietly. Like you’re a wild animal he’s trying not to scare off.

He kneels beside the bed. Brushes his fingers against your temple.

“You win,” he murmurs. “You made your point. Loud and clear.”

You stir slightly. But keep your eyes closed. Just enough to make him keep talking.

He lets out a tired chuckle. “What, do I need to beg now? Give a heartfelt apology at your bedside like I’m auditioning for some palace drama?”

You sniff quietly, still feigning sleep. He sees right through it.

He exhales again and leans down, brushing a kiss to your forehead.

“…Come back to bed, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and warm now. “You don’t belong out here like some pouting exile. I missed you. I always do, even when you’re in the next room.”

You blink your eyes open. Look up at him, half-lidded and smug. “Took you long enough.”

Zayne narrows his eyes. “You were testing me.”

“And you passed,” you hum sweetly. “Barely.”

He sighs through a crooked smile. “You’re impossible.”

And without another word, he lifts you up, bedding and all, into his arms like a surgeon retrieving something very precious. You let out a sleepy giggle as he carries you back to the master bedroom.

“Zaynie—”

“Quiet.” His voice is dry. But there’s a hand on your back, another cradling your thighs. “You’re not allowed to hide from me in my own house again. I’ll install GPS trackers in every blanket if I have to.”

You just hum and curl up against his chest. “Mm. You do love me.”

He presses a kiss into your hair. “God help me, I do.”

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

You didn’t go far. You didn’t even mean to actually upset him. You were just being pouty, petty, maybe feeling a little under-pampered after he dozed off mid-conversation again.

So you decided: Fine. He can nap by himself tonight.

You tiptoed into the guest room next door. Crawled under the covers with your favorite blanket and a dramatic sigh.

You assumed he’d be too asleep to notice.

You were wrong.

—

The softest knock. A pause. Then a barely-there voice:

“…Are you mad at me?”

It’s him.

You don’t answer. Not yet. You want to see what he’ll do.

There’s a beat. Silence. Then:

“…I woke up and you weren’t there.”

Still, you stay quiet, pretending to be asleep.

You hear him step inside anyway. Quietly. He walks like a shadow, barefoot, half-dressed, silver hair slightly rumpled, his loose robe slipping off one shoulder. He stops just beside the bed.

“…I checked every room,” he murmurs, more to himself than you. “But I already knew you were here. The pillows still smelled like you. And your side of the bed was cold.”

You crack an eye open, just slightly.

He looks tired. Genuinely tired. Like he’s been drifting between rooms for hours, even though it’s only been twenty minutes.

He lowers himself slowly to his knees beside the bed.

“Don’t go far like that again,” he whispers. “I know it’s just the next room. I know I’m being unreasonable. But…”

His voice catches. His fingers brush the edge of the blanket.

“…When I can’t feel you next to me, it feels like I’ve lost something important. Like I forgot how to sleep.”

You blink fully awake now, staring down at him. “Xavi—”

“I don’t know how to be mad back,” he adds, barely audible. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say when you leave. So I just wait. And hope you come back.”

The silence stretches. Then you lift the blanket wordlessly.

He moves instantly, like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind, and climbs in beside you, wrapping himself tightly around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“…You smell like my side of the bed,” he mumbles. “I missed that.”

You hum softly. “You didn’t even give me time to miss you.”

He kisses your collarbone like an apology. “I know.”

A pause. Then quieter:

“Just… if you need space again, take me with you.”

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

You were just bored. Petty. Spoiled.

He made some offhanded quip while reviewing blueprints over dinner, and you, feeling particularly princessy, decided that would not stand.

So you stood up. Tossed your napkin onto the table like a socialite.

“I’m sleeping elsewhere tonight.”

Sylus just quirked a brow. “Am I meant to be punished?”

You didn’t answer. You simply turned and sauntered off, hips swaying. A strategic retreat to the east wing guest suite. Lavish, unused, and chilly without him.

You expected him to follow.

He didn’t.

Not immediately.

—

Now it’s nearly midnight. You’re under three blankets, curled up like a tiny sulking princess. And you’re waiting.

Then, finally, the lock clicks.

You don’t move. But your heart flutters.

Sylus steps inside slowly, as if entering enemy territory. His black silk shirt is still half-unbuttoned from earlier. His sleeves are rolled up. His voice is dangerously calm:

“…So this is where my little wife has exiled herself.”

You don’t reply. You just give him your back.

He pauses. Stares. Smiles, very faintly.

“I see,” he murmurs. “A full siege.”

Another moment. Then, his shoes hit the floor with two soft thuds. The bed dips as he sits beside you. His hand brushes your shoulder.

“Princess.”

No response.

“You’re angry.”

Still nothing.

“…Or you’re playing.” His tone turns low. Knowing. “You want me to crack.”

You hear him chuckle under his breath. A sound so warm and dangerous it sends a chill up your spine.

Then, he kneels.

He kneels beside the bed, one hand gripping your blanket, the other sliding gently beneath it to find your waist. His lips press to your bare shoulder.

“…You win, baby,” he murmurs. “I surrender.”

You finally roll over, just enough to look down at him. Eyes half-lidded. “Say it.”

He tilts his head, amused. “Say what?”

“Beg.”

A pause. He licks his teeth. Breathes in slow. And then, so softly, he obeys.

“Please come back to bed,” he says, voice like velvet soaked in wine. “I can’t sleep when you’re gone. I don’t want to sleep without you. I hate it.”

Another kiss to your arm.

“I miss the way you droop over me like a spoiled kitten. I miss your whining. I miss your heat. I miss the way you steal the pillows.”

You bite your lip, pretending to consider. “Mmm… not enough.”

He looks up at you, eyes blood-red and glinting like low flame. And then, so quietly it makes your throat tighten:

“Please, my love. Come back to me.”

The air goes still.

You lift the blanket in silence.

He doesn’t smirk this time. Doesn’t tease. He just slides into bed beside you, immediately pulling you into his arms like you’re something sacred.

He exhales shakily against your neck. “You’re cruel when you’re bored.”

You smile. “And you love it.”

He kisses your throat. “I do.”

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

It starts like usual.

A little playful argument after dinner. Some mock whining. You teasing him about being bossy, him calling you his “loud little gremlin.”

But tonight you don’t stay for the usual kiss-and-cuddle ending.

Nope. You roll your eyes, toss your hair over your shoulder, and waltz off with a lazy, “I’m sleeping alone tonight.”

At first? Caleb grins.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, real dramatic,” he calls after you. “Don’t forget your stuffed bunny, Your Majesty.”

But you don’t respond.

You don’t come back.

Ten minutes pass.

Then twenty.

He’s not grinning anymore.

He’s pacing. Hands on his hips, brows furrowed, glancing at the hallway like it insulted him personally.

“…You really left?” he mutters to himself. “Wait. That wasn’t a bit?”

You’re curled up in one of the guest bedrooms, sipping juice like a smug little gremlin, flipping through your tablet and waiting for the inevitable: Caleb’s dramatic reappearance.

It takes exactly 38 minutes.

The door bursts open. He stands in the frame like a man on a mission. Disheveled. Betrayed.

One sock on. One sock off. Shirt untucked. Face full of outrage.

“You abandoned the bit,” he says.

You raise an eyebrow, perfectly innocent. “What bit?”

“Our thing!” he exclaims, gesturing wildly. “You brat, I tease, you yell, I chase, you pout, I smother you in kisses, we roll into bed, boom! domestic bliss! And you—” he points an accusing finger, “just walked away! Like you don’t know the rules!”

You sip your juice. “Maybe I’m rewriting them.”

He gasps. Like you slapped him. “You’re rebelling.”

“Maybe.” You roll over, half-buried in the blanket now. “Maybe I’m just bored of you.”

He blinks. Takes a full step back. Looks dramatically wounded. Then:

“Oh, it’s on.”

He strides forward and, without warning, picks you up like a bratty little sack of defiance.

You yelp. “Caleb—!”

“No. You don’t get to declare war and then nap your way through it,” he growls, tossing you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. “You wanna be difficult? Great. I’ll tuck you in my way.”

He storms back down the hallway, muttering the whole time. “Bored of me. Rewriting the rules. What next, you join a rebellion? Start a pillow coup? Marry my second-in-command? Huh?!”

You’re cackling now, absolutely delighted. “You’re so dramatic.”

He kicks the bedroom door open. “You started it.”

Then he drops you gently on the bed, climbs in after you, and traps you in a tight, warm hold like you’re something precious.

You try to wiggle. “You’re clingy.”

He growls against your neck. “You’re mine.”

“…Fine,” you whisper, sinking into him. “But I’m still mad.”

“Good,” he mumbles, kissing your jaw. “I like you mad. Gives me an excuse to hold you hostage.”

You pout. “I’m serious.”

He just hums and starts tracing your waist lazily. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll bribe you in the morning. Right now? You’re staying right here. Try leaving again and I’ll sleep in every doorway until you give in.”

And you believe him.

Because you know he would.

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